For the july prompts:
Hurricane: Piper × percy
hellloo darling! these two always make my heart flutter and although this was the shortest drabble in this edition of the drabble challenge i think it's definitely one of the more emotional (maybe aggressive) ones. i was listening to 13 Missed Calls by Zach Hood and basically i changed the song into a fic.
she looks like an angel but she's bad for my health
CW: toxic/unhealthy relationship
prompt: hurricane// mcjackson// 256 words
Percy flings his phone across the room and is disappointed when it doesn’t shatter. When it bounces against the puffy-cushion and lands with a dull thud on the floor.
Thirteen fucking missed calls.
Thirteen and she still thinks she’s right. Thirteen and she still thinks they’re salvageable. “Stay for me Percy,” She whispers. He hears it thirteen times like echo, like unrelenting. “I’ve been thinking about you Percy.” And he wants to say he’s trying not to think about her. That if he does he’ll yank his body off a bridge. Thirteen days of nothing, of endless despairing nothing.
He is in the middle of a hurricane and the hurricane itself, all at once.
“I love you Percy.” And he can still taste the lies on her lips. They’re so sweet, they sound so pretty. He wants to go in for another taste. Anything better than the ash he is left with. Better than the ringing he always hears.
“We’re so good together.” She smiles, and it lights up his dying forest.
What they forget to tell you is that dying trees catch alight much faster, that the warmth in his chest should not be getting so unbearably hot, that he should not be suffocating on the smoky aftermath.
“You don't care.” He sighs. She’s looking for drama and he’s happy to be the thespian. Just one more night.
Hurricane romance, he grins, as he stares at the destruction within him. Inferno love, she smiles, looking at her charred fingertips where she touches him. Pretty hellish end.
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