“Nico di Angelo used to prefer the term ‘dancer’ over ‘stripper’ but he realized a while back that he doesn’t really care anyway. So, when slimy guys in his apartment building would ask him if he was that homo stripper they heard of, Nico doesn’t deny it. Just shrugs.”
Nico’s eighteen and he isn’t ready to be alone. Maybe Percy can help out.
It’s 1984 in Los Angeles, California, and Percy Jackson gets kicked in the head, likes some band on a guy’s shirt, goes to a cemetery with said guy, and gets handed a mixtape from him one summer night. That’s how his crazy flirtation with death starts and it’s anything but pulseless.
AO3, Mature, Oneshot, 1980'sPunk!AU
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