#Percy bites first but Nico bites harder kinda deal

[jankwritten]

Jasico Bingo Challenge: Boyfriend Sweater

When Nico walks into the dining pavilion wearing a golden yellow sweater, Percy does a double-take. Actually, it’s a triple-take: first, he thought it was a new Apollo kid, then he realized it was Nico, then he realized it was Nico. Wearing a color. 

Is the world ending again? Was there something really wrong with the milk in his cereal? What in the everloving Hades was going on?! 

Nico sits down at table 13, unbothered as ever, and pulls the sleeves of the hoodie up. It’s way too big on him, like Big Bird shed and some poor fucker decided Nico di Angelo needed the empty muppet skin in his wardrobe. 

(Is it Nico? Maybe some changeling creature kidnapped their resident son of Hades and has decided to take his place? Maybe Percy needs to go over there and test him out, y’know, knick him with some iron or something to see if he burns. If it’s an imposter, though, they’re doing a piss-poor job. Is it an intentionally bad job? Gods, it’s barely eight AM on a Tuesday, does he seriously have to go save Nico from somewhere and kill a monster wearing his face? That does not sound like his ideal Tuesday, if he’s really real. He’ll totally do it, but he won’t like it, and maybe he should start planning how to take out a creature like-) 

“I can see the mountain you’re building,” Annabeth says, popping Percy’s strangely detailed daydream of hunting down and killing a weird, half-Nico, half-demon gremlin creature. He blinks the image out of his eyes and looks up at her, her hip resting against the edge of his table. 

She looks amused. He squints. “Nico’s been bodysnatched.” 

“Mm, no,” she says easily, with a shake of her head. “Nico’s wearing a jacket.” 

“A yellow jacket.” Percy looks at the son of Hades again. He just- can’t wrap his head around it. He hasn’t seen Nico willingly wear a color since the guy was ten years old. “A yellow jacket that’s, like, twice his size.” 

“It’s a molehill, seaweed brain. A jacket’s just a jacket.” 

“But it’s yellow.” 

“What was your nightmare about?” 

Percy physically recoils at the non sequitur, tilting back in his seat incredulously. His- what? His nightmare? What does his nightmare have to do with a jacket, anyway, that’s got nothing to do with this. 

He folds his arms on the table and makes a face. “That’s unrelated.” 

Annabeth’s mouth raise at the corners, her eyes watching him like an all-knowing hawk. An owl, three-sixty vision and nothing but questions, who, who? 

She pets through his hair and pushes her weight back up. As she draws her hand back, she taps his cheek, then his chin, and says, “just leave him alone, then.” 

Percy watches her walk back to her table. When she sits, he buries his face in his arms and groans. 

“Jason has also been bodysnatched,” Percy hisses to Annabeth during pottery class. 

“What makes you say that.” She throws her lump of clay at the pedestal in front of her and gives Percy the same look she gave him this morning. 

Percy decides to ignore that look, because that is the look of reason and he is far beyond that now. “He was wearing this black jacket with, like, skulls in hourglasses and weird skeleton butterflies and shit during Latin.” 

“He is related to Thalia, you know,” Annabeth hums. She wets her hands as the plate before her starts to spin. “Maybe he’s going through the family goth phase.” 

Had she not just leaned in to start forming something magical and incredible out of clay, Percy would slouch over Annabeth’s shoulders and plead with her to at least consider that something weird is going on. Maybe it’s not bodysnatchers or changelings, okay, but something is strange! Jason Grace does not just decide to wear emo shit! Jason Grace once had a panic attack because the Aphrodite Cabin stole a pair of his jeans and cut them into shorts! This is a man who has a stricter sense of style than Nico, who, fucking hell, don’t even get Percy started on that. The yellow jacket has remained on all day and it’s haunting him. 

Annabeth dips her thumbs into the top of her clay and does not respond. 

Percy slumps down into the stool beside hers and huffs, more for himself than anything. 

Change is okay. Change is fine. But change like this, with no reason, is the opposite of fine. Change like this is a low-blow stink bomb in an otherwise perfect Capture the Flag game, impossible to get out of his clothes and his skin and his hair. Change like this is how people die. 

He claws his hands up into his hair and listens to the steady whir of the pottery wheel, the sound of wet clay being molded and shaped in different ways. There’s a lull of conversation from other campers in the class, kids from all different cabins, because to them this is any other day. 

Maybe this should be any other day to him, too. No, not maybe. It should be. This should be a regular Tuesday, full of regular classes with his regular friends who are ordinary in whatever ways they can be, but instead, Percy’s brain has to go and mix up everything, make everything feel- out of control. 

HIs next exhale shakes too hard for his liking. His shoulders are too tense. 

Beside him, Annabeth keeps calmly shaping her pot. She dips her hands into the water every so often, probably executing some flawless plan of action she drafted the night before. She’s not always delicate with her hands, with art like this - Percy knows that’s something she’s self conscious about. She never thinks she can be good at finer things. 

That’s normal. That’s normal for her. Ordinary, to think that Annabeth Chase would tackle arts and crafts in the same way she would a war strategy, devising the perfect approach for a flawless result. Executing it flawlessly. 

She pinches too hard pulling up the walls of the pot. It crumples, then swings off the wheel entirely with the force of it’s motion, splattering wetly across Percy’s arms and the other campers at the bench. 

Percy watches Annabeth glare at her failed creation. She sticks her hands in the dirty water to scrub the clay off, wipes her hands off on her shirt, and pulls on Percy’s sleeve. 

“I hate pottery,” she mutters as they rise together. 

Percy grins. “I think it knows that,” he teases, and follows as she stomps toward the exit. 

When the answer slaps Percy in the face, it feels more like a gut punch in the way it makes him breathless and off-balance. 

“You’re…huh?” 

Annabeth clicks her tongue. “You two couldn’t think of a better way to do this?” she gestures between Nico and Jason, standing awkwardly side by side as if they don’t know what to do with themselves. 

They’re still wearing the wrong jackets. Each other’s jackets. 

Percy makes a face, then realizes that might not be the best response to his two friends telling him their dating, so he tries to make a different face. 

The world’s not ending. They’re just…together. Sharing jackets, like couples do. 

“We didn’t want to make it a big deal,” Jason says. He keeps glancing at Nico and chewing on the inside of his lip. Nico, with the golden sleeves of apparently-Jason’s-jacket pulled over his hands once more, looks stubborn. Like he’s ready to fight about something. 

Percy wipes his sweaty hands off on his shirt and gestures, though he’s not sure at what. “But Nico’s wearing a color?” 

He feels more than sees Annabeth’s disapproving glare at the side of his head. Jason draws himself up, then seems to falter. His head cocks to the side and he shakes his head. 

“What?” 

“That’s a big deal,” Percy reiterates. “Nico doesn’t wear colors.” 

“Nico is standing right here, wearing a color,” Nico grumbles. He shoves his hands into the pocket of the sweatshirt and gives Percy a glare that is far more familiar than literally anything else happening right now. “I’m allowed to wear whatever I want to wear, for the record.” 

“But you don’t!” 

“Well I do now. If you have a fucking problem with it-” 

“I never said I had a problem with it,” Percy snaps back, immediately on the defensive. “I was fucking worried about you, you little shit, I thought something was wrong. I thought- I don’t know what I thought! I thought you two were swapped with some other versions of yourself, I thought you’d been- I don’t know- abducted by aliens, or fairies, or something!” He throws his hands up in the air, then drops them back onto his head, staring sort of at the middle point between the two of them. “You can’t do that shit and not expect- I mean, because, come on, guys, you’re you, you two fucking freak out if someone so much as touches your clothes. What were we supposed to think?” 

The hearth crackles. It’s too pleasant a sound for the sick Percy feels. 

Annabeth takes his hand, at least, and squeezes. His face burns with the shame of yelling like this, over this, it just feels so fucking stupid all of a sudden. He feels so stupid. Annabeth tried to tell him it was nothing, and he let it all get away with him, he let that nasty part of his brain win and win and win, and now he’s taking his losses out on them. 

“I’m happy for you two,” he makes himself say, when no one else speaks. “I think I just also need therapy.” 

Finally, Annabeth snorts. It’s a noise Percy knows, one he can ground himself with, same as her palm hot in his, her weight tilting into his side as her head bonks into his chin. 

The stress he’d held bundled up in his spine and his shoulders and his stomach all day releases in an instant. He slouches back in against her and laughs against the top of her head. 

“Jesus Christ,” Nico mutters, when Percy can’t stop himself, dissolving into a fit of hysterics over his own bullshit. “This is why I said we should just tell them. He’s laughing at us.” 

“I think he’s laughing at himself,” Jason says. He sounds uncertain. 

Percy hugs Annabeth tight, and laughs himself hoarse. 

EXTRA 

Nico stares at himself in Jason’s mirror, with the sweater hanging halfway down his thighs, sleeves hanging off his hands, the peak of his collarbone through the freaking collar. He narrows his gaze into a glare. 

“I look like a toddler,” he says derisively. 

Jason, still getting dressed himself, laughs. When he appears in the mirror behind Nico, looking far more proportional in Nico’s sweatshirt (which is frankly fucking unfair), his grin softens into a smile that’s- something. Sweet. 

Nico twitches his nose.  

“I look like I’m six years old,” he says, grabbing the hem of the sweatshirt and yanking down. “Why are we doing this.” 

“‘Cause it’s silly,” Jason says. He presses a kiss against the side of Nico’s head and hugs him loosely from behind. “You don’t look like a baby, either. You just look your age.” 

Nico looks down at himself. Maybe there’s a point there, a point to be made about how he dresses for practicality, dresses to blend in, but never to express himself. Maybe there’s a point to be made about how his discomfort isn’t really for how he feels about this, but how he thinks others will feel about it. 

He tugs at the hem again, and looks back up. Jason’s eyes in the mirror are bright, as if taking in the sight of Nico in his hoodie like this is something to savor. 

Nico likes when Jason looks at him like that. He likes how it feels to be looked at like he’s attractive. He likes how it feels to be wanted. 

“I guess,” Nico concedes, leaning further back into Jason’s chest. Immediately, Jason’s stance is more solid, sturdy, holding them both up as easy as breathing. He holds Nico like it’s a promise that he’ll never let go. 

He looks at the pair of them in the mirror, a cohesive unit rather than two separate halves. Jason in black is definitely something Nico wants to see more of, especially with the way Nico’s clothes fit snug over him, just a little tight at the biceps and chest. He looks good, not that he doesn’t look good otherwise. Different. 

With Nico his contrast in yellow…maybe it isn’t so bad. Maybe he likes being the counterbalance, even. 

Jason squeezes him again. Those damn eyes in the mirror are making Nico too warm, like his stomach is full of hot jell-o. 

“Okay, fine, let’s do this,” he huffs. The difference in his tone must be audible, though, because Jason perks up and grins, his eyebrows up, face aglow. Nico can’t look at him for too long. It’s still strange knowing he can make someone feel like that. He doesn’t know what to do when Jason turns the full puppy-love thing on. “And stop looking at me like that, you’re going to give me cavities.” 

“Okay,” Jason says in a voice identical to his expression. 

Nico grabs his hand and squeezes it twice. 

Jason squeezes back, so tight it aches. Nico’s heart swells with bright affection. 

Alright. Maybe yellow isn’t so bad, actually. 

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #boyfriend sweater #fanfiction #okay so this is mostly actually about Percy and Annabeth BUT BUT BUT. it's the Jasico that matters. #Jasico is the heart of it the crux of it. #so it still counts #I think Percy has a lot of trouble dealing with things that he doesn't perceive as normal from his friends #I think the switch really fucked with him in that regard #He feels like if all of a sudden the people he knows aren't doing the things he knows them to do then maybe he's losing his memory again #maybe something fucked up has happened and he hasn't realized it yet #maybe nico wearing yellow signifies he's grieving because the last time Nico's style drastically changed overnight was when his sister died #i think percy is also WAY too attuned to Nico in general when it comes to his own mental health #I think he immediately jumps the gun on ANYTHING NIco is involved with (hence him immediately arguing when Nico assumes wrong) #I think he and Nico have a fucked up weird friendship where they both hate that they need to know each other the way they do #idk. Annabeth and Jason are holding Percy and Nico's leashes while letting them meet in the most controlled of dog parks #Percy bites first but Nico bites harder kinda deal #ANYWAY #pjo #jason grace #nico di angelo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #jasico #percabeth #hoo

[dyde21]

Percabeth prompt- maybe a picnic/park date with Mrs O’Leary? I love dogs and so does Annabeth :)

Thank you for the prompt! :D I changed it slightly cause of inspiration, but boy did this turn out sickeningly sweet! I hope it’s okay and you enjoy it! :D Fair warning, by eyesight has been trash lately so it was hard to write it and harder to edit it so there are probably some mistakes.

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Annabeth hummed happily as she walked through the park, one hand entwined with Percy’s, the other holding a grocery bag full of food. They were both visiting Sally on break from classes in New Rome. The weather was perfect, and Annabeth had suggested they go on a picnic. While at first Percy may have thought it a little cheesy, there was no world in which he’d say no to a chance for food and to hang out with her.

Percy was currently ranting about how utterly unfair one of his teachers was, and that since he saved the world he should have a break from essays, but judging by the bright smile that never left his face, Annabeth figured he wasn’t too upset. 

Secretly, Annabeth was glad to be able to listen to her boyfriend complain about school. It was a very welcome change from complaining about the Titan staring them down, or how the prophecy was going to kill one, if not more of them. This was nice, and if she didn’t overthink it, she could even pretend she was a normal teenager for once, out on a date with her wonderful boyfriend. 

“I’ll show you the tricks I use to power through an essay.” She offered, laughing at the way his eyes lit up like she was an angel. She bumped her hips into his gently, snickering when he bumped back. 

Eventually she lead them to a bench that looked like it would serve them fine, and she set the bag down. Barely moments after her hand was out of the loops, Percy had already opened and was digging out their sandwiches, splitting up the bags of chips and opening his soda. 

Taking a seat, Annabeth just sat across from him, resting her chin on her palm as she watched him excitedly dig into the food, relishing how good it was. 

Annabeth was in heaven. This was the something permanent she had been needing. There was something about near death experiences that could really put life into perspective sometimes. 

Before long, the pair of powerful demigods were just like all the other teens out on a date in the park. Sickeningly sweet and cute as they shared their food, playing footsies under the table, laughing a little too loud at jokes that others probably wouldn’t understand.

Checking her watch, Annabeth noted they still had plenty of time till their movie started. Which was good, this day could last forever for all she cared. She may or may not have planned their date today, determined to make it the best it could be. Not that she really expected any plans she made to stay on track when her boyfriend was involved. He was her favorite kind of chaos. 

While she was explaining her new design to Percy, who was being surprisingly attentive today to her explanation, felt her instincts kick into overdrive as something was approaching her quickly. Looking over her shoulder, her hand moved towards the knife in her purse until she saw the approaching attacker. 

An adorable border collie was running at her, tongue wagging as it apparently decided that she would be her new best friend. Or it had smelled the food, but Annabeth was hoping for the prior personally. 

It ran up, and after a brief moment of hesitation to decide whether the dog was friendly or not, it seemed like a ball of friendliness and sunshine and immediately started petting which only seemed to excite the dog more. It barked happily, rubbing all against her and licking here when his snout passed near her. Percy was leaning over the table to get a better look, smiling as he didn’t stop eating his sandwich. Pausing, Annabeth looked between the smiling, panting dog and her boyfriend who was grinning at her, in the middle of taking another bite of food and Annabeth realized there really wasn’t much difference between the two creatures. 

Only a few moments later a pair of dark haired teens came sprinting up, kind of out of breath.”Steam! Get back here!” 

The girl called out, running and stopping a few feet away and looking at her. “I’m so sorry. He was fine, but I think he smelled the food and I swear he’s as bad as my boyfriend with food around and….” 

Annabeth just laughed and cut her off, still petting the dog. “It’s fine, I love dogs. He’s adorable. His name is steam?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. 

THe girl nodded, smiling slightly. “Inside joke.” 

The boy showed up a few moments later, looking at the dog. “I told you we should have kept him on the leash.” He said, casually throwing an arm around the shoulder of the girl. “We’re lucky he’s a teddy bear, Ashe.” 

Annabeth noticed the girl nestle into the guy’s side slightly. “Please, it’s fine. It’s only like the second time today, Tyler.” She said, scoffing. 

A smile played at Annabeth’s lips, kind of sad Piper wasn’t here to see them. 

Remarkably, Percy had put down his sandwich and was now kneeling next to the dog, petting it as well. “Who’s a good dog.” The dog turned and was suddenly attacking Percy with kisses while Annabeth smile, standing up and brushing some dog hair off her. 

The girl, Ashe, just laughed sheepishly. “Sorry… He sheds. A lot.” 

Annabeth shook her head. “It’s fine. He’s cute, so I’ll forgive him.”

“That’s usually what I say. About both of them.” Ashe offered, before nudging Tyler in the side gently who proceeded to gently tickle her side and make her squirm. 

“Steam! Come on. Stop interrupting their date. We’ll feed you at home.” Tyler said with a whistle, and the dog gave Percy one last lick, turned to nudge Annabeth’s hand one last time and lick her leg, before he trotted back over to his owners. 

They waved goodbye, and Annabeth noticed the pair still didn’t put the dog on a leash. Shaking her head at them, she turned back to see Percy stealing one of her chips. She swatted his hand away, trying to hide her grin at his devilish smirk. 

They chatted for a few more moments, until she noticed Percy had stopped talking. “Wise girl? You’re a little spacey right now. That’s my job…” He teased, a slight hint of worry under his tone.

“We should get a dog.” 

Percy’s eyes widened. “What?”

Annabeth shrugged, rubbing her arm nervously. “Steam was adorable. And kids aren’t… anytime soon. So a pet would be perfect. I’m sure they won’t mind if we take care of it. They owe us after all. I can talk with Reyna…”

Percy shook his head. “They’re a lot of work I hear. Plus we’re both kinda busy… and we have a dog!”

Annabeth rolled her eyes. “O’Leary doesn’t count. He’s a hell hound, and has been sticking to Nico more recently too. I can’t cuddle up with a massive hellhound when I’m watching a movie.”

“I thought that’s why you kept me around.” Percy said with a raised eyebrow. 

Annabeth would never admit if any blush had crossed her cheeks. She just shoved his shoulder lightly. “You are still taking classes or training half the time, plus they’re good for your heart rate so when I’m stressed about Olympus I could…”

Percy just sighed. “You’re serious about this…”

Annabeth looked at him, nodding. If she pouted just a little to help make her point, no one could really blame her after dealing with Percy’s “Baby seal eyes” whenever he wanted something. 

When Annabeth saw Percy reach up and scratch the back of his neck, she knew she had won.

“I guess we can look into it. But no small dogs, it has to be a big one. If it can’t knock me over we’re not getting it.” 

Annabeth rolled her eyes, but nodded. “Deal.” As they cleaned up their mess and started to make their way towards the movies, their conversation may or may not have drifted to what breed they were going to get and idle daydreams of seeing Percy asleep on the couch with a dog across his chest may or may not have kept a smile on her face.

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I really like how this one turned out, I hope you all did too! I liked writing for them so I will be continuing my college AU shortly hopefully!

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