#Yandere Nicercy

[justonemorechapternicercy]

Happy Birthday to my sweet little sibling 💙 @unbeknownstunknown I wish you all the best. I know you are going through a hard time, but you are loved, you are supported, and we are all so proud of you! I love you, sweetie! ❤️

He loved that man the moment he saw him. He was not a man then, just a young teenager, his slight shoulders carrying way too much, making him seem like somebody out of the legends. Like a hero of old, but better.

He loved him.

His black, messy hair reminded him of the darkest night, like the unending darkness in the Underworld. His eyes were the sea, not just the color, but the way it mirrored his soul; untamed, unpredictable, wild… Mesmerizing. If Nico didn’t know he was a demigod, he would have thought Percy was a siren, born to trap poor, unsuspecting fools, and devour them alive. He still might have been one.

Nobody could look away from the shining beacon he was. He grabbed everybody’s attention; no god, monster, mortal, or demigod was spared his unconscious spell.

Nico felt nervous around him. Thankfully, he didn’t become a stuttering mess, but he had to admit - the first impression he made, wasn’t the most stellar performance.

It was the behavior of a little kid, having his first crush on a real-life superhero.

Their interactions didn’t become easier, as time went by either.

Bianca left.

Percy promised.

Bianca died.

Nico left.

But Percy didn’t stop searching. And Nico didn’t stop loving. It was true: love and hate… they weren’t that far from each other. They weren’t the opposite of each other; they were each other’s complements.

He wanted to prove himself. He wanted to show Percy he could be there, standing next to him, side by side, be it in a battle, or at the altar. He might have been just a kid-

But he knew what he wanted.

Who he wanted.

He practiced. He traveled around the world, learning languages, fighting styles, and ways to help. Not his father - he should have never strayed away from Persephone, he was the reason Maria di Angelo died -, not the gods - they killed his mother. They killed his sister. They stole his life. -, not the demigods - they were hypocrites, easily turning on each other for a little bit of glory, for a little bit of recognition. Nico despised them. He wanted to kill them - but Percy.

The only person worth fighting for.

He killed monsters that were threatening Sally Jackson’s life. He gave clues on how to win. He fought. He suffered. He helped.

And Percy looked.

Nobody noticed that each look lingered just for a moment too long. Not the little mortal bitch who wanted to become part of something bigger so much that she willingly gave up on ever getting together with Percy. Not Athena’s spawn, the blond slut who had moon eyes for each heros of the camp, wanting to get closer to the gods and to eternal glory just by offering herself up to the traitorous asshole, to the punk whore, and now to Percy.

Nico’s Percy.

There were others. There were always others, anywhere Percy went. But Percy looked back, the ocean meeting with the abyss, the loyalty meeting with the obsession.

Nico always loved when their gazes touched, lingered.

He loved it even more when the pieces of his puzzle fell into their places, just like he planned.

Nobody had seen it coming. Nobody, except the Moirai, but kept their mouth shut. They loved when something unexpected happened; it made their boring, monotonous lives more entertaining.

The traitor had died. Nico made sure he got what he deserved in the afterlife - nobody who looked at Percy like that could get Elysium.

The war was won. They were praised, Hades was very smug about it. And Percy? Percy refused godhood.

He collapsed, instead. Into Nico’s waiting, protective, loving arms.

The smile on Nico’s face could have chilled the blood or ichor in anybody’s veins, as he stroked the back of the weeping older boy. Percy was clinging to him like he was the only one who could keep him sane, who could keep him together.

Nico wanted him just like that. Completely crushed. Depending on Nico. Ready to be remade.

It would have been really hard for Nico not to let his delighted smile out, as Percy leaned on him, on the only person who kept him alive because he wanted to keep Percy alive. Not the big hero. Not the son of Poseidon. Just Percy. The Percy, who kept clinging on him, begging him not to leave, not to run away ever again. Or if he did, only do it with Percy.

Nico had no trouble agreeing. He would never leave Percy’s side, never again.

“I won’t leave you, Percy,” he promised, whispering into the technically younger demigod’s ears.

He could feel the air on his neck as Percy breathed out, “Stay with me.”

“I’m staying.” And nobody could make him leave, ever again. Not his father, who wanted to make him his successor now that he was recognized by the Olympians. Not those fuckers, who should have died before the war ended. (They might still die before the night ends.) Not Camp Half-Blood, that could turn their back on their own in a heartbeat. And especially not the beings who wanted a piece of Percy Jackson.

Percy was his. Only his.

It was not as difficult to make Percy his. To make Percy trust Nico, to let him in, to believe him to be a good, loyal friend. The funny thing was, that Bianca’s death, the trauma, and the running away after it, made Percy even more trusting. He trusted Nico, when he said he wanted to forgive the past, and be friends. Because Percy wanted that. He wanted Nico just as much, as Nico wanted him. Only Nico was more honest to himself - about his plans, his needs, his obsession, and his possession.

Tiny touches bonding them together ever since that night at the fire escape. A tap on the shoulder. A little bite of the offered cake. A bumping of shoulders. A pretended falling asleep on Percy’s lap… They were torturous, but effective, as Percy opened up a little bit more after each touch. The little touch-starved Sea Prince… So easy to manipulate. So easy to gain his trust. So easy to make him Nico’s.

“Can I stay?” Percy sniffled, his body relaxing in Nico’s arms.

The other demigod bit back his first reaction.

“You can stay. Or, we can both leave, if you want to. Japan is classic. Mexico is exciting. The Philippines have delicious chocolate. Alaska is okay this time of the year - and most importantly, no god could bother us there.”

Percy pulled away from Nico. Not completely, their arms still held them close together, but his searching eyes met with Nico’s steady ones.

“Are you sure about it?”

“That I want you with me? That I can take us away from the craziness of our parents, and start a new life somewhere else? Yes.” He gave Percy a smile he hoped was calming and kind, a smile that made the Sea Prince feel safe with him.

“But…”

Nico had answers for each and every one of his concerns. Percy didn’t even need to voice them. “You deserve to have some time for yourself. It is your reward from the gods, and a reward from CHB for saving them. And as for your mother? She is doing okay now. Estelle and Paul will keep her company, a normal, non-lethal one,” he said sweetly as if he really just wanted to calm Percy down, and not to sever his last link to New York. He knew all about Percy’s insecurities, after all.

It wasn’t like Sally Blofis deserved her son. She could have her “normal” husband and “normal” daughter, and leave Nico’s Percy alone.

“I… You are right,” Percy sighed. Nico could hear the heartbreak in that sigh. Good.

“We can leave now, while the others are celebrating. Nobody would notice it. We could even hold a little mourning for the deceased,” Nico offered. He wanted nothing more than to just dance on those idiots’ graves, and fuck on Castellan’s, but he knew Percy still cared.

That was one of the most delicious things in Percy. That he cared.

“You… you sure I am not a bother?” His Percy asked.

The younger demigod squeezed Percy’s arms, not painfully, just to register the feeling. “No. Never.”

And he meant it.

Percy was his, after all.

A moment silence. Two. Three.

Then, “Okay.”

One word, but it meant the world to Nico.

He would still raze the Olyumpus to the ground, so nobody could bother them anymore, ever. He would still kill all of those who dared to want to claim Percy as theirs.

But then he would go home, back to Percy’s waiting arms.

Nico could feel Percy’s heartbeat against his chest, his own silent, almost corpse-like. Percy’s heart was beating only for him.

He pulled the older boy back, making the slightly smaller young adult lay his head on Nico’s shoulder.

“You can relax now,” Nico promised. And Percy did just that.

#percy jackson #nico di angelo #nicercy #percico #pjoverse #pjo #pjo fic #pjo fanart #yandere nico #kitty 💙

[justonemorechapternicercy]

Could you do any yandere nicercy?

Hey, anon, let's pretend you sent me this ask a few weeks ago, and not more than a year ago, okay? Okay. ❤️

Also, I just want to let you guys know that I'm going through some things, and I'm not that excited over PJO - or any fandoms, really - nowadays. So, as a personal challenge to get me back to writing and reading PJO content, I'll try to answer the asks in my inbox, writing those prompts. I'd like to ask you, not to send me any prompts for the next... Uhh... Until the next time I post something about it, okay? I'm in two PJO projects that are very important to me (one with Fee, the other with the Camp Elysium server), that I just couldn't touch, so I'd like to be able getting back to them.

Thank you ❤️

Now, back to the story-

Spreading out on the satin covered bed, still a bit breathless from their previous activities, he could hear them talking. He didn't appreciate when people stole Nico from him, when he had to leave their bed so soon after completion, but he couldn't complain. It was Hazel, after all.

Nico would do many things for his step-sister, even leave him all alone in their bed.

Their conversation was quiet before, but now they raised their voices enough he could understand the words they were speaking.

"I'm taking Percy with me," Hazel stated firmly.

He felt his heart drop. The chains around his left leg rattled as he moved, but it didn't bother him. The words, on the other hand…

"No, Nico, you can't keep him here like this! It has been years since he was seen! He wasn't even on his sister's Dark Baptism! This is not right."

Estelle? It was already Estelle's sixteenth birthday? She had her Baptism? That's nice… but that didn't mean Hazel had any right to tell Nico what he could and couldn't do. She had no right to want to take Percy away from his dark angel.

Nico was saying something he didn't hear, and then, "... you're wrong! I love Percy and he loves me! I'm taking care of him, I'm not letting anybody use him."

"THIS IS LOVE TO YOU?" Hazel shrieked, causing Percy to jump again in fright. He didn't like loud noises. They were… not good. "This isn't love, Nico. He doesn't deserve it, you can't force him to stay with you."

Percy furrowed his brows, not understanding what she was insinuating. He loved being with Nico. He loved Nico. He wasn't forced to stay there. He quite liked it, actually. After all what happened with the Dark Lord Kronos, and his servant, Luke… Percy didn't like going outside. Being in a crowd, meeting with people… no, it was not for him. The bed was very comfortable, safe and secure. And he had Nico.

"I'm not forcing him. He loves being here," Nico drawled. His voice relaxed Percy. Nothing bad could touch him if he was there.

"Why are you doing this, Nico?" The witch asked, voice trembling. She just didn't understand it. She didn't understand them.

"I can't lose him. I won't lose him," Nico answered. Percy's heart ached for him. He didn't remember much from before, but Nico told him what it was like. How reckless he was. How stubborn, yet easy to manipulate. How he almost died more than once without Nico to help him. He knew how much it still pained the other warlock. "I love him too much to do that."

"I know you love him, but you can't keep him chained up. It's not right!" Percy started to feel more and more uncomfortable. What right did she have to judge them? To judge Nico?! She knew nothing! It was for his own safety! Nico did everything he could to keep him safe, and Hazel had no right.

"And it's right to send him out to die? No. I won't let him die, not if I can help him." Percy smiled, caressing the black iron around his ankle. Nico would keep him safe.

"You aren't helping him. He is barely living; you are killing him in a different way!" Hazel said sadly. Percy huffed, he hoped Nico wouldn't listen to her. He didn't want to leave. He didn't want to part from Nico. He needed Nico.

He loved Nico.

"Stop lying!" His love shouted angrily. Percy shuddered. Shouting wasn't… It wasn't good.

"Nico…" Percy could barely hear her voice as she whispered. For a few seconds the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat. 

Then, Nico. "No. I don't have to listen to you anymore. Leave." Percy unconsciously nodded. Hazel had to leave. Before she could change Nico's mind. Percy had to stay with Nico. He needed it.

"Nico…" she whispered. Percy could hear Nico walking, stalking his prey. He knew those steps by heart, he could not mistake them with anything. He was pissed.

"I. Said. Leave." His voice was hard, devoid of any emotion, but it was clear he was at the edge of his patience. Percy could picture him, his face set in hard stone, eyes blazing, mouth pressed in a thin line. He was glad the expression wasn't aimed at him.

"I just want to help! You are killing him, Nico," begged Hazel.

"Don't come back again. You won't like the consequences."

Even Percy through the closed door could feel Nico's power. His eyes rolled back, his body tensed, both with phantom pain and arousal. Nico liked to use his powers on him on some occasions. Percy both dreaded and loved those times.

He could hear Hazel leaving, then footsteps nearing the room. Nico stopped outside of the door, and Percy felt a sudden dread in his stomach. Why was he waiting? What was he waiting for?

His breath catched when the door slowly unlocked, creaking as it opened. Years next to Nico go by a second when you live as long as witches and warlocks did, but Percy found himself waiting impatiently, his body knowing when its owner was nearby but not close enough.

"My good boy," Nico smirked, eyes ranking over Percy's naked body sprawled across their bed, his voice rich and lovely, nothing like the one he used with Hazel. It wrapped around Percy like a lover's caress, so intimate, he could almost feel it.

"She is gone, right?" Percy asked, reaching a hand out, touching those brunette curls, dark enough they might even be considered black. But he knew Nico was a brunette; he could vividly recall any and every part of his lover's.

His skin was soft, Percy loved to touch it, to taste it. He wasn't sure when and how it all started, but he could honestly say he could no longer live without Nico di Angelo.

The warlock leaned into Percy's touch, his lips brushing against his palm in a barely kiss, before knotting Percy's long hair between his fingers, and pulling him up in a bruising kiss.

It isn't sweet. It isn't nice. It's nothing that sort, but it is wonderful and Percy could feel the sparks of their mixed magic dancing across his body, burning him up, like a cauldron bubbling inside him. Their bodies fit together well, like a puzzle's missing pieces. It feels right, like they were made for each other.

Nico moved to suck at his neck, harsh and painful as his sharp teeth grazed at the sensitive skin, but pleasure soon took over with his tongue as a soothing counterpoint. He gives himself wholly over to the sensations, to the pain and pleasure, to the sweet whispered words and razor-edged dark magic that ran through his body.

Nico's nails clawed against his shoulders, pinning him in one place as if he could ever run, his mouth exploring Percy's exposed pale neck as if he's never done it before. 

"Always so lovely," he murmured. "Always mine," he growled, digging his nails deeper, tearing into Percy's soft skin, drawing a few drops of blood.

They stared into each other's eyes; he could see nothing, but swirling blackness, deadly pools of poison, the literal abyss. He wondered what Nico saw in his. He wondered if he was mirroring Nico, or he still had his soul, that thing he signed up to Dark Lord Kronos with his own blood.

But those fleeting thoughts flew away when their lips met again, Nico biting Percy's lips, hard, and the coppery taste of his own blood filled Percy's mouth. It was a familiar taste, welcomed, even.

He just took whatever Nico pleased to do with him; taking the marks he left on his body, the curious fingers creeping down on him to their hidden destination.

"Mm, you are still so open for me," Nico hissed, his lips curving in a lascivious smile, fingering Percy's still loose hole. The slightly older warlock nodded, legs unconsciously opening wider. "You are so good for me," he murmured. He waved his hand, and immediately, his previously hot fingers turned into almost like icicles. Percy shuddered and whined; it was bordering unbearable, yet the contrast between his heated, slick hole and the ice-cold touches could have been enough to send him over the edge if Nico would have allowed it.

His fingers were nimble and sure, painful and pleasurable, knowing how to cause the maximum at both. But they were nothing compared to his cock, thick and long, so big Percy always questioned how it fit into him. But it did; he could feel himself stretching and expanding, accommodating to the girth. His ears were ringing, he could only hear his begging through a thick layer of fog. His cock was throbbing, his hole was stretched to the limit, and he could do nothing but take and take and take.

Nico always knew better than him what his body could take. After all, he could take anything Nico wanted him.

The brunette captured Percy's mouth one more full force, his tongue sliding in and out, in parallel how he was fucking Percy into the mattress. Percy felt devoured, completely at Nico's mercy. He was at his mercy.

Nico's hips continued their rhythmic, mind-blowing movement, back and forth, slower, faster, deeper, shallower, making Percy's body thrumming with restrained power. His eyes were closed as he came, giving himself over to the feeling. He was probably saying something, praises or unintelligible words, but he didn't care about that. He only cared about the feeling of Nico's release deep inside of him, his alluring powers filling him up to the brim.

Opening his eyes, there was a long moment where they stared into each other's eyes, and Percy was falling, and falling, unrestrained into the deep abyss. He found himself learning towards Nico unconsciously, who kissed him once more, their lips moving in tandem, their breaths mixing, limbs tangled together until they were one.

One kiss, another, then Nico moved away, pulling his clothes without speaking, needing to go, do his own thing.

He left Percy splayed out on their bed, naked and beautiful, knowing he can't go anywhere, even if he would finally take off the chains on his leg, he wouldn't run.

Percy was his, forever.

#percy jackson #nico di angelo #nicercy #percico #pjo #pjo fic #yandere nico #lemon #unhealthy relationships

[justonemorechapternicercy]

PCPWeek Day 3 - Scars

Read it on Ao3

⚠️ Warnings: yandere, kidnapping

It took until the fourth one to connect the dots. Hearing his mother's voice, calling him to go to the living room, to watch the news…

Hearing the news reporter saying, "Another student went missing from Stony Brook University. Tom Payne, 18, is suspected to be gone since Tuesday. He was the fourth student to go missing in this university, and up until now authorities are still trying to catch the perpetrator…"

It all clicked.

Tom Payne, 18, majoring in marine biology, silver medal swimmer-

The guy, who asked him out on a date, then before they could have agreed on a day that was working for the both of them, ghosted him.

No. Not ghosted him. He went missing.

Just like Kate Spencer, James Reed and Anne Bancroft did, soon after they told him they were attracted to him, and wanted to date him.

The common point between these seemingly very different people was - besides all being SUNY students -, him.

Of course, there could have been another common factor, or it could have been a weird coincidence, but as a demigod, he was too attuned to this kind of weirdness that he knew he was right. Once again something bad was happening, and he, Percy Jackson was in the middle of it.

The ring of his monster-proof cell phone brought him back to reality. The news was over, but his mother was sending him anxious looks from the kitchen. She also suspected something weird was happening, weirder than four college kids' random disappearances, and ever since he was the missing person the news was talking about, she took things even more seriously.

"Hey, I just heard. Are you okay? You weren't attacked right?" The worried voice of Nico warmed his heart, never getting quite used to the fact that now they had a working, close relationship. He noticed his mother perking up, obviously hearing Nico through the phone, ready to hear if they knew something more than the media. If it was god-related. Well, and because she had a soft spot for Nico. She liked his friends well enough, but she never failed to make it clear that gods didn't have DNS, so they weren't really cousins.

Percy could barely hide his blush, just by thinking about it. His mom was right, and Percy wouldn't have cared about it either, but the 'You are not my type' still resonated in his ears. There was no point in wishing for more.

Maybe for the better, because if what Percy suspected was true - Nico might have also been in danger if the perpetrator knew about him.

"Yes, no, I'm fine. Just… poor Tom. He was such a good guy," he sighed. He might not have felt anything for him, just wanting to date him because he felt like he should, but he liked him. They were both on the swim team, all of their classes were together, and they were on friendly terms. It was hard to imagine him gone. Dead, probably.

With demigods, there was always an underlying threat in their lives. If they went outside of Camp Half-Blood, or New Rome, there was a chance they would never get back. But with mortals? With mortals, Percy never really expected to be the one surviving their friendships. And now he lived through four. He wasn't kidding himself that they were alive.

"Did you know him?" Nico asked, something strange resonating in his voice.

"Yeah… I… I knew all of them. I was the closest to him, though," Percy confessed. Sally stopped at the vegetable chopping, staring at him with concern, horror on her face.

"What? Percy!" She shouted, as did Nico. "What do you mean? You never mentioned that you knew them," she demanded.

"I didn't connect it before. I mean, I know a lot of people in the uni, with the classes, swimming team, volunteer work, and the study groups, so I didn't find it odd. But… Okay, so, all of the four of them had confessed to me not long before they went missing."

It was so silent that they could have heard it even if a pin dropped.

"Oh, gods," his mother sobbed.

"Did they?" Nico whispered, something dark in his voice, but before Percy could question the strange comment, Nico stated what the three of them were thinking about. "So it might have connected to you. Fuck."

"Yeah… my thoughts exactly."

"Okay, listen to me," Nico said. "Don't try to find them, okay? Don't go around, trying to find clues, or don't talk to people. Preferably, don't even go outside, or just come back to camp…" Before he could finish it, Percy cut him off.

"I'm not going to sit on my ass and do nothing while my friends are going missing!"

"Perseus Jackson!" His mother shouted, slamming the knife down on the counter. "This is the matter for the police! Whoever did this, might be coming for you, and while I can't do anything against the whims of gods, mortal matters are different!"

"Listen to your mother, you can't do anything about this. Do you want me to visit you? Maybe if I…"

"NO!" Percy shouted before Nico could finish his offer.

"Ah," the son of Hades breathed, and Percy knew by the sound of that little noise that he hurt the other.

"No, it's not because I don't want to see you! It's just… if whoever is doing this is targeting my friends, people who are close to me, I don't want to paint a bullseye on your back!" Percy explained, and Sally nodded. Of course, she understood.

"Percy…" Nico started, but then sighed and continued differently. "Okay. But please, don't do anything stupid. Don't try to play detective. Monsters may be scared of you by now, but humans don't know you. I don't want you to get hurt. Promise me, you won't do anything."

Percy didn't want to lie, not to her mother, not to Nico.

But he said, "Okay. I promise."

-*-*-*-

He was a lying liar who lied.

He did something stupid, obviously.

He went to look after clues, obviously.

He got into trouble, obviously. Just not into the trouble he was expecting. It was… he was not sure what he was expecting, but it was definitely something human, something ordinary, something that he could fight off alone-

It was not that.

"You sure it's… he might… the gods?" Snippets of conversation caught his ears as he drifted in and out of consciousness. He was trying to remember what happened after he reconstructed what happened to Tom on the day he disappeared, but it was hard to get a good grasp on his memories.

Heavy eyelids fluttering, he could only catch blurry glimpses of the place he was and the people he was with, but everything felt fami-

Oh.

Oh, gods.

His heart lurched in his chest, the world turned around in front of him. It was not happening. He felt like he was floating, but his limbs felt like granite, too heavy, too rigid. Budging them even for an inch was too much work, too difficult. Everything felt dream-like, surreal, like a fantasy, but he knew it was real.

The prick of a needle, the little scar it left on his skin was real.

They were real.

"Percy! Ah, finally you are awake!" Drew beamed, caressing his tangled hair, and Percy let her. If he'd had enough energy, he would have snorted - it's not like he had the strength to even move his head, what else could have he done then let her?

"Perce?" Nico appeared in his vision. "How are you feeling? The drug we used should have dampened your powers, but if you feel sick, we can give you something to counter the side effects." The son of Hades cupped Percy's face, and he let it. He let everything. The drug's effects were wearing off, but the powerlessness wasn't because of that. He, himself, felt bereft, useless.

"Shh, it's okay. You are safe with us. We are not a threat to you, we just had to make sure you don't get into any troubles," Nico explained. "You broke your promise to me," he sighed, disappointed and betrayed, and Percy was thrown back to the time when he had to tell a cute little child that his sister was dead, that he couldn't keep his promise.

"I'm sorry," he whined.

"Oh, Perce… It's okay. It's okay, we got you now. From now on, we will take care of you!"

"Of course, we will!" Drew chimed in. The two of them were caressing him, gently, lovingly, nothing like how they must have dealt with the four college kids. But their eyes were devouring him, burning him alive. "We tried to do it from the shadows, but we should have expected that you would get into trouble without us. We know you, it's not your fault that you wanted to be the big hero we all know you are." She said all of it with complete sincerity, the usual contempt on her face gone, only fondness shown. Blood rushed to his face, and he felt he was the worst person in this world. They killed at least four people, and kidnapped him-

Yet he still wanted their approval. Their attention.

Their love.

He always felt something for Nico, something unexplainable attraction, something that went beyond friendship, kinship, everything. And since Nico and Drew became almost inseparable - after almost a year of passive-aggressivity -, he started to become so fond of her too. She was bitchy and sometimes cruel, sure, but also honest and dependable. She was nothing like Piper painted her to be; she was just broken. Just like Nico.

Just like Percy.

Maybe that was why it seemed obvious now...

"She is right, we'll be so good for you," Nico said, mindlessly drawing figures on Percy's chest. "Will you let us love you? Take care of you? Adore you and spoil you?"

Percy swallowed, hard, a sound stuck in his throat. He wanted to protest, he wanted to deny, he wanted to run away-

But he nodded. He was selfish.

But that was okay. After all, they all deserved to be selfish.

Heat filled him, unbearable heat that could only be quenched by their touches.

"Yes," he moaned. "Yes, please."

"It's going to be so much fun!" Drew smiled with too many teeth. It should have been threatening, but all he could feel was affection for her, for her fierceness, for these two crazy people he loved so much.

He felt like Alice, jumping into the hole after the curious little white bunny who offered something new, something exciting. And like Alice, he didn't care about the possible dangers - he threw himself into the hole, bravely, gladly.

#pcpweek2022 #percy jackson #nico di angelo #drew tanaka #nicercy #percico #percy x drew #pjo ficlet #yandere #pjo

[justonemorechapternicercy]

WIP tag game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs (or as many peeps as you want, really- ‘tis just for fun!)

I was tagged by @achillesmonochrome @caffeinated-croissant and @ashilrak Thank you, guys! ❤️❤️❤️

I’m tagging @takaraphoenix (I tried to find if you did this already or not, but I couldn’t find it, so...), @viperwrites and anybody who wants to do it! I don’t want to pressure anybody, so I’m not tagging more people, but if you feel the urge to do this, but don’t dare to do it because you weren’t tagged, this is your opportunity! 💕

As you may notice, I don’t really have titles, they are basically descriptions of what’s in the document, because otherwise I would never know what the hell is in them. Also, gathering all of my WIPs together is pretty depressing, because there are soooooo many, never decreasing, always just increasing, and some of these will probably go nowhere 😅

30 days challenge

Anonym texting

Carnevale fi Venezia

Coffee shop AU

Kissing Bandit

Percy Jackson is a stress baker

secret admirer

time loop

American-Italian family adopting Percy

Angsty Nicercy Halloween

Bathing Nicercy

Camp bicycle

Drabbles

Grover/Percy for [redacted]

Kidfic

Kronos/Percy

Love Life 7.1

Lukercy previous life

Lukercy high school au

Lukercy slow burn 4

Luktaercy tutor for [redacted]

Mirrorverse

Nicercy daddy kink

Nicercy daddy kink almost done

Nicercy paramedic

Nicercy proposal

Olympus College Crushes

Omega Percy courting

PDILFSWeek2022

Perachel drawing

Percy fantasy

Percy Jackson pirate fic

Percy Jackson-Addams

Percy the son of M&P

Percy/Hera CONTINUE!!!

Scar Lukercy

Siren Percy

Solstice gift

Stolls/Percy

In ginocchio da te

The runaway merman 1

The runaway merman 2

Warlock Percy & catboy familiar

Who decides who lives, who dies

Willercy mutual

Yandere Nico

Percy in big clothes

Space Australia Nicercy

Clarisse x Chris x Percy NSFW

Vampire Nico

 Yeah. Thats... A lot. And it's only my PJO WIPs. Oops.

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Percy, without his memories: Who are you? I know you...

Nico, after he overtook Olympus because Hera stole Percy and made him feel lost and amnesiac: You do know me. You are my Queen, and we will rule together.

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