Hey guys! This is my first Percy Jackson fic ever, and I'm excited and nervous. I literally came up with this during my second block today, so it's probably crap, but I hope you enjoy! :)

All his life, Percy had heard about irony. Dramatic irony. Situational irony. Verbal irony. His whole life, he'd been surrounded by irony. It was ironic how his mother, the sweetest person on earth, would have married Gabe Ugliano, the devil spawn. It was ironic how troubled seemed oh, so attracted to him. It was ironic how the first real friend Percy had ever made was really his protector and had friggin' goat hooves.

Irony. Irony. Irony.

Irony has basically been the only thing Percy has ever known (besides sarcasm).

So you can imagine what he thinks when he looks over at night and sees the boy beside him.

Only five years ago, they had hated each other with a passion. They had said terrible, awful things to each other. They had fought each other. They had tried to kill each other. And now—

Percy lifted his left hand and admired the beautiful wedding ring on his third finger for the millionth time.

—Now they were married.

Ironic, isn't it?

Percy shifted himself so that he could turn over, throw an arm around his husband and snuggle closer, pressing his face into his side.

Luke stirred and tightened his arms around Percy. Bleary blue eyes blinked down at him. "What's wrong, Perce?" Luke muttered, his voice rough and deep from sleep.

Percy smiled and pecked him on the lips. "Nothing," he whispered. "Just trying to get comfortable."

"Okay," Luke pulled Percy closer and buried his face in Percy's untamed hair. He was instantly asleep again.

Percy grinned and closed his eyes. Irony had brought him a lot of grief growing up. But just this once, it had done something good for him.

And he couldn't be happier.