#drunk percy

Oh I have many fantasies about you Gellert. About punching you in the face. About stabbing you in the neck. About torturing you for days or weeks or months to end. I’ll happily act on all of those, why don’t you come up and see me sometime?

“I just love my girlfriend so much” 

(this is so sad and I apologize but I was in the mood, although don’t worry I’m revisiting drunk percy for a happier occasion very soon.)

It was raining in the middle of nowhere. Well, Percy thought it was the middle of nowhere but really he was downtown on the very street Annabeth lived on. He missed her, oh hell he missed her. Percy missed how she smelled like strawberries, and how her lipstick stuck to his skin after she’d kiss his cheek and she’d laugh and apologize but Percy would be beaming. He’d made a mistake moving so far away, the long distance making him ache. Why did he break something that wasn’t ever broken?

Annabeth was taking it hard, when living in a profession of mostly men it was hard not to miss Percy. Annabeth longed for his stupid jokes and the way his mouth crumpled against hers when he was frantic to kiss her. Sometimes she’d lose herself in her work, then try to find herself at the bottom of a Pinot Grigio. Three thousand miles of distance and scattered dates every six months weren’t working. It wasn’t extreme, but it was enough to make them want each other more.  

The rain soaked Percy’s clothes, squishing in his shoes, drenching his midnight hair, and flooding his green eyes until they focused on the red apartment door.

He knocked.

She answered.

Annabeth could tell right away he was drunk, since she knew this might happen with them being so far apart. He was soaked to the bone, a visible chill up his spine. Percy only saw Annabeth, her blonde hair a messy angel’s halo and her eyes like deep wells. He, at least, still thought she was an angel.

“Percy, why are you all wet?” She smiled, or tried to. She was worried about his state of mind, rather than the state of fabric sticking to muscle. He didn’t say anything, except to lean down and kiss Annabeth, grabbing fistfuls of her blonde waves and pulling her so close her shirt became damp.

“I can’t… I can’t.” Percy whispered, and she could smell the alcohol on his breath. He couldn’t finish, seeing her gray eyes seem so disappointed in him. He shut his eyes, burying his head into the crook of her neck, nose crushed against her collarbone. She felt warmer than he did, and he craved the contact.

“I know.” Annabeth touched his wet hair, pushing his arms off her waist as she helped him out of his wet clothes. She could just hang them on the heater, she thought as she  helped Percy into her gray bedsheets, the sound of the rain hitting the window beside the bed.

“Annabeth I don’t, I don’t want to go to sleep anymore.” Percy mumbled, his face buried in her muted pillows, rolling onto his stomach.

“You have to Percy, you need to sleep it off.” Annabeth reminded Percy, but he shook his head, eyes closing.

“Alone. I don’t want to sleep alone… Anymore.” Percy’s eyes had closed and it was probably the only real sleep he’d gotten in a while, but the sights and smells of Annabeth's late night books and coffee comforted him. Annabeth felt his words to be a shock to her system. She brushed back her hair, leaning down to kiss his cheek, his shoulder blades moving with the rise and fall of his chest.

“Everything’s going to work out.” Annabeth reassured herself more than Percy, refusing to let doubt worm it’s way into their relationship. They could do this, she could compromise.

Jason knew the party was a bad idea right away. 300 demigods packed into Piper’s Californian mansion couldn’t possibly end well. More than half of those male demigods staring at his girlfriend wasn’t going to end well. Yet here he was, drink in his hand and a growl that would make Lupa proud threatening to break from his throat as he watched Piper laugh at some dumb guy’s joke.

"Heey Sparky!" Great, who showed Percy the drinks? "Why so tense, bro?"

"I’m not tense."

"Really?" He hated when he eyed him like that. His eyes could get so intense at times. "Cus your jaw looks like it could scrape ice off an iceberg."

Jason stayed quiet. Talking with Percy while drunk was as meaningful as your kindergarten girlfriends and he’d rather not discuss the matter with someone that was sure to tell Piper afterwards.

"Are you jealous?"

"What!!! No!"

"You sure?" He wasn’t. "Cus I just heard you growl."

Jason blushed as Percy ran off into a fit of giggles. “I didn’t growl!”

"Oh yeah you did"

"No, I didn’t!"

"But you did!"

"Are you two done?" Annabeth now stood between the boys, and eyebrow arched at Jason as if to say: ‘Percy is drunk, what’s your excuse?’

"You shouldn’t give your boyfriend alcohol."

On a different occasion Jason wouldn’t be so rude and Annabeth wouldn’t be so calm, but she simply stared him down, took a look at Piper and chuckled. “C’mon Seaweed Brain, we don’t want Jason’s jealousy to get on you.”

"I’m not jealous!" He called out as they squeezed into the improvised dance floor. They both laughed as they left.

He rolled his eyes at the couple and returned his glare towards his girlfriend. He could simply walk up to her and let her and that tool know how he felt but he didn’t want Piper to think she couldn’t talk to someone without his permission. Because she could, he didn’t own her. That didn’t make him any less jealous though.

Okay, so maybe he was a little jealous!

Once he turned back and couldn’t find her, that feeling shattered and was blown away. She’d been right in front of him two seconds ago. Now, he couldn’t find her. He started to panic. How could’ve she disappear so quickly? Maybe something……

No, she probably left to get some ice or something. But why wouldn’t she tell him?

"Hey Leo," he called, pulling him away from Calypso unintentionally hard. "Have you seen Piper? I can’t find her."

"She was talking to some guy-"

"I know but shes not there anymore!"

Leo gave him a surprised look. “Hey man, calm down.” He’d now gently shoved Jason away from Calypso. Clearly, Jason was unaware of how abrasive he’d come off as. “She probably left to go get some ice.”

"She would’ve told me-" Before he could continue, a glint caught his eye. He strode towards where he saw it and went completely pale when he came across the source. It was Piper’s dagger.

When Leo found Jason, he saw his friend had gone completely pale. “What happened?” The dagger -Piper’s dagger- told him everything he needed to know.

They looked at each other. Leo felt a shiver go down his spine at the sight of such dominant fear present in Jason’s eyes. He’d never seen him like this. If something were to happen to Piper……

"Almost there" , Annabeth grunt to herself as she pulled Percy’s slumped, heavy body with one arm and tried to twist the doorknob to his cabin with the other. She was going to kill Connor after this.

You’d think that Percy -being the son of Poseidon and all and having proven that he could keep control of his liquids- wouldn never get so wasted that he couldn’t be able to walk in a straight line. Turns out that wasn’t the only thing he couldn’t do, he couldn’t walk by himself either. Thus Annabeth trying and failing to carry him to his cabin. 

A part of her was trying to register how Percy managed to grow so much, the other was stopping herself from letting him fall face first unto the dirt. 

"There" ,she finally huffed opening the shell crusted door. It was obvious Tyson hadn’t set a foot in there for a while. Percy’s armour lay sprawled everywhere and it looked like the bed hadn’t been made well in……..never. 

As she set him down -well more like dumped the handsome sack of potatoes- she remembered what his mom had said the summer of the battle of the labyrinth. About him being able to clean up a stable with millenia’s worth of poop but he couldn’t clean up his own room. As she stepped on an old candy wrapper -melted chocolate and all- she didn’t find it so funny.

She was just about ready to leave and take a five hour nap when….

"No" , he whined. "Annabeth don’t go."

"Percy-" , she tried to argue, but by then the huge idiot had a goofy grin on his face and had made room for her in his messy bed. "Ugh, fine."

"I’m only staying here until you fall asleep" , she told me him as he booped her nose. "It won’t be long."

"Boop"

"Percy"

"Beep"

"Percy!"

He laughed. “Someone’s a little touchy” , he told the hipocampi above his head.

Count to ten Annabeth.

After a while, she actually started to feel comfortable, one may call it nice. 

"You know.." , he started, his voice still slurry. "We are totally breaking camp laws."

"You’re not only in my cabin. You’re in bed with me.”

"Perseus Jackson!" She tried to sound angry but her voice came out all high and she couldn’t stop the blush from creeping to her cheeks. 

He chuckled a very deep chuckle. “Don’t be embarassed. We’ve slept together before, we’ve just neever shared a bed” He kept on laughing at himself. “That’s kind of sad ain’t it?”

"I guess" , she answered sitting back down and chuckling along to her intoxicated boyfriend. How did he even manage to be charming after all the awkward he possesed?

He started playing with her hair which she found odd, he’d never done that before. “I really like your hair” , he stated. “You’re so pretty, you’re beautiful”

She blushed. “Thanks Percy…”

"I mean.." , he continued. "I’m like so…" , he proceeded to making a face which included a lot of wiggling eyebrows. "And you’re so ‘look at me I’m smart but I’m also really hot’ "

She didn’t know weather to be falttered, blush, or laugh at Percy’s poor imitation of a female voice. Had he always felt this way? “Percy you’re….not bad looking youself” , it was safe to say she put Apollo’s sacred cows to shame by this point. “You’re actually really handsome.”

He laughed some more. “You’re eyesight is not as good as your brains Wise Girl.”

She laughed along too, unable to resist his contagious voice. “No I’m serious, you even made a really nice, good looking, guinea pig.”

It was his turn to blush. “Shuddup”

She could tell he was getting sleepy, soon he’d be unconscious. 

It was quite amusing watching him rotate between counting the hippocampi and laughing at the sound of his own voice. She had this big goofy grin on her face she couldn’t get rid off. Finally, he seemed ready pass out.

"It’s so hot" , he stated, his head on her lap. "It’s SO hot!"