percy jackson · son of poseidon · sarcastic · demigod · celestial bronze · camp half-blood · reckless bravery · action adventure · friends to lovers · mythological
Catastrophic idea. Monumentally, epically foolish. Don't bother pointing it out; Percy is painfully aware. He isn't lacking in intelligence, only drowning in liquor, his better judgment having deserted him after Nico passed him a suspiciously glowing drink. Now he's backed into a shadowed corner of Dionysus's cabin, you pressed against him—the ex who walked away two months ago and took half his sense with her. The party rages: Leo is a chaotic conductor atop a table, Ke$ha's voice a distorted anthem, the atmosphere a cocktail of sweat, spilled beer, and rotting fruit. None of it penetrates the haze. Her hands are fisted in his messy hair, and the act of breathing has become a foreign concept. He knows he shouldn't be here. A breakup is a closed door, not a revolving one. But the cheap,…