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skullsandcorals · 6 months
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃 ! Got self-indulgent here 🤭👀
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g0thnico · 4 months
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Day 7: halloween
Day 6: switch personalities
Day 5: witch/wizard
Day 4: genderbend
Day 3: childhood friends
Day 2: mermaid/merman
Day 1: Vampire
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captain-policebox · 6 months
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a little necromancy doesn't hurt when your crush was so stupid he died
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Hi friend! I saw you were taking halloween percico prompts and was hoping you'd write something with werewolf!Nico spending time with Percy. ♥
Yay! Thank you!!! 💕💕💕
"DON'T EAT THAT!" Percy shouted in alarm.
Nico froze, looking like a deer in a headlight, a piece of Kinder chocolate dangling from his mouth.
"That could kill you!" Percy explained, tearing the chocolate out of Nico's hand, throwing it away as if it was a dangerous bomb that needed to be neutralized. It took Nico a minute, but then he realized, and it took a lot of him to not groan.
"Percy," he sighed, resisting the urge to facepalm. "I'm a werewolf. Not a dog. Chocolate is not dangerous to me."
His boyfriend continued to stare at him with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows, not budging even the tiniest.
"You don't know that! It might still kill you!"
Nico sighed again, hugging his ridiculous boyfriend close. "I ate a lot of chocolate before! You know that. You've seen me stress eat chocolate all the time! You even baked me a chocolate cake for my birthday!"
Percy's lips trembled, "I did… oh my god, I made you chocolate cake. And chocolate chip cookies. And brownie! I could have killed you!"
"Babe. My love, my heart," Nico kissed the top of Percy's head. "You knowing that I'm a werewolf didn't change anything. I can eat everything I ate before, and chocolate doesn't hurt me, not even a bit. It doesn't upset my stomach, I don't get allergic reactions, nothing. Chocolate is safe for me."
Percy sighed, and relaxed in his arms. "Sorry for freaking out. I'm still new in… all of this, and I… I might have some nightmares about all the ways you could be hurt. I don't want you to be hurt." Nico could feel Percy's lips against his neck pouting, his breath tickling the sensitive skin. His boyfriend was ridiculous.
He was so precious to Nico.
"I adore you," he confessed, easily holding up Percy, coaxing him to wrap his legs around him. It was like carrying a feather-
A very nice, sexy, adorable, pretty and cute feather.
"Mmm," Percy purred, nuzzling his face into Nico's neck as if he was the canine. "Is this going to be a thing now? 'Cuz I think I could get used to being carried by my very handsome and very strong boyfriend."
"It could be," Nico replied in a smug tone. "I could carry you anywhere and everywhere you wanted," he said, putting Percy down on the couch. He wanted to snuggle with him until it was time to change-
And then snuggle with him a bit more.
"Can we watch a movie?" Percy asked, and Nico handed him the remote controller without a question. His boyfriend shifted so they could both face the TV more comfortably and opened the Disney+ account Poseidon paid for for all of his kids.
"Of course you'd want to watch a Disney movie," he chuckled. It quickly turned into a delighted smile when he saw which movie his boyfriend chose.
"Twas a long time ago, longer now than it seems in a place perhaps you've seen in your dreams…" They both quoted the opening scene and sang the song with the characters. Watching Nightmare before Christmas while snuggling with his boyfriend who knew about the secret he hid for so long… Nico was finally truly happy.
It was around the middle of the movie, Jack just got back from Christmas' place, when Nico felt his world shift. It was not painful, nothing like in the movies; no cracking bones and painful howls, but it was disorienting. It was better when he was laying down, there wasn't much height difference then, but the times it took him by surprise when standing, the sudden change always left him dizzy and confused.
"Hi little guy," Percy cooed. Nico growled; it wasn't like he was that much smaller! He was a respectable sized young wolf, still a growing boy!
His boyfriend just laughed and pressed a loud smacking smooch on his snout. "I'm just teasing you, you big boy!" He grinned.
Nico huffed, then slowly, deliberately licked Percy across his face, who snorted, and pushed him away with an exaggerated disgusted face. "You menace!" He complained jokingly.
Nico wanted to say that pot called the kettle black, but he couldn't, so he just licked Percy again.
It was so much more fun to spend the full moon with his boyfriend than it was faking emergencies and business trips and other little lies to hide his condition. He was so blessed to have Percy Jackson in his life. He didn't care about Hades' opinion on his choices in boyfriends, nor his distain for Percy. Percy Jackson was a blessing, and not a curse his father always accused him to be.
"Going to make something… you want some… hm. Mac and cheese?"
Nico growled.
"That's a no, I guess. Okay, what about pizza? You like pizza!"
Another growl and a disgusted sniff. Nico couldn't talk, but it was okay. His boyfriend knew all his feelings about pizza that was not made from scratch. He loves pizza, sure- but not that American abomination with more crust than toppings.
"Burgers, maybe?"
Nico barked. Burger was good. Burger was great!
"Hamburger it is," Percy nodded, and soon their little apartment was smelling like cooked meat and barbecue sauce. When he was done, they settled back to the couch, watching another movie - Corpse Bride -, sharing pieces of hamburger. Percy sometimes teased him, making him chase his boyfriend's hand that offered but did not provide meal, like the evil menace he was, and when they finished the meal, they snuggled up against each other again.
Percy's soft voice sang Emily's song quietly. His tail wagged in his happiness, lazily thumping against Percy's thigh. Never feeling more content than that time, the werewolf let his eyelids drop, relaxing on top of his beloved human's body. One warm hand scratched his ear, and another petted his back, making him whine softly for more when they stopped. Feeling warm and comfortable, his boyfriend's breathing lulled him into deep sleep.
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xijura · 1 year
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Percy never listens, especially when they have somewhere to go 😅
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takaraphoenix · 6 years
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Picture: percy dressing up as chat noir for Halloween, Nico not able to stop staring
…why do you want to kill Nico? That’s not a nice thing to do. *lays out pillows for him to fall onto as he faints from blood-loss via nosebleed*
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I just think that Rachel and Nico should be killed via crossdressing Percy wearing a Sexy Skimpy Halloween Costume. Write a drabble if you agree :3
I agree. I absolutely agree!
Thank you for the prompt 💖💖💖
He always liked doing it. Borrowing his mother's makeup, dresses and shoes - not that there were that many -, dressing up and drawing shaky lines around his eyes that made him resemble more to a panda than to the pretty girls and women he saw on the streets.
With Gabe, it was something shameful, something he had taken a great care of that the man would never see. He didn't know for sure, but he always suspected that if the man would have seen him like that, he wouldn't have survived. No monster was as dangerous to him as that man had been.
But with Gabe out of the picture, his mom in a better place and Paul being a decent guy with an eagerness in him to bond with Percy no matter what craziness he would throw at him, Percy felt safe.
Now, he had quite the collection he had formed piece by piece by the small pocket money he received from the odd jobs he did for the people around him.
He even asked his mom to help with how to do his makeup better - it was a difficult conversation, but it became an awesome mother-son bonding day, with Estelle there to clap her tiny hands and giggle and babble at how pretty her mom and her brother looked.
And then-
It was finally time to reveal at least a part of his secret. Maybe not that he liked to dress up and feel pretty from time to time, but definitely to show his best assets in a Halloween costume, to get what he wanted.
He started with the foundation first, then the powder, the blush, to soften his already more pretty than handsome features, into something more feminine. He would never admit it, but with makeup, he looked almost identical to Persephone. Those cursed godly not-genetics…
Eyeliner, mascara and lipstick (not bright red but darker, matching the tone of his skin), and he was ready to look at himself in the mirror. He wished he could have longer hair, but he knew it would just irritate the fuck out of him in his daily tasks, so wig it was; at least he had experience in how to fix it so it looked natural.
Everything was perfect, his lean, swimmer built just helped with selling the pretty damsel in distress, innocent victim look. He was quite sure the two he had in hisind would not be able to resist. Even under his dress, he had lace panties and matching stockings. He felt so pretty - no way his preys would be able to resist him.
He was clean, moisturized and shaved everywhere. His tiny dress hugged him the right places and hid him where he didn't want to be seen.
With a last touch of glitter and sparkles (that would hopefully end up smeared all over his targets at the end of the night), and Percy in the slutty vampire food outfit was ready to go.
He was cautiously sure he would attract the right vampires to chomp on him; he knew what he was doing. He planned for this for months.
That night, that Halloween, he was going to get what he wanted for more than he would dare to admit.
He was going to get Nico di Angelo and Rachel Elizabeth Dare.
One last glance at the mirror, taking deep breaths and trying not to second guess himself, he turned around and with confident strides, he left his cabin, to join the party outside.
Glancing around, he almost froze as he caught the sight of Nico and Rachel, talking with Annabeth and the others, as they were probably waiting for him to finally get ready. They didn't see him yet, but as he walked closer and closer, more eyes started to linger on him. People were glancing at him, boys especially, staring at his legs, complimenting on how pretty he looked. He let his eyes drop a little, trying not to blush at the attention. He was afraid they were going to laugh at him, but this… this acceptance did wonders to his self-confidence.
Halfway to his friends, he realized that all of them were watching him, very closely. Rachel was muttering something to Nico, who replied something back, but the two vampires never tore their eyes off of him. It was a little intimidating.
It was also very, very, very hot.
The look in their eyes burnt him, their gazes almost caressed him as they took in his outfit and the skin that dress left uncovered.
When he reached them, there were deafening catcalls and admiring words, but all Percy could focus on was the twin look of hunger on Rachel's and Nico's eyes. It made Percy blush. He hoped they wouldn't change their minds about sharing, because he wanted Nico and Rachel like he never wanted anybody before.
There was a tense silence for a moment, before Rachel's eyes met with his, smiling.
"Wow. Percy, you look… you look amazing. Absolutely edible."
Nico let out a weird, almost choking noise, and nodded, "Gods, you are so pretty!"
"Beautiful."
"Gorgeous."
"Stunning!"
The compliments just kept coming from the two of them.
Percy wasn't sure how much pinker a human face can get before it exploded in a bloody mess, but it seemed he could blush a bit more. Hearing those compliments, seeing the effect he had on his hopefully partners, it was a heady feeling.
"Get a room you three!" Laughed Grover, patting Percy's back with his huge hand, making him stumble because of the unexpected weight. He didn't fall, however, as two pairs of arms immediately moved to stop him.
It was good. Great, in fact! But feeling their hands on him, made the shimmering arousal so much more painful.
He wanted them. Plain and simple.
Getting back his balance, he turned around. "Coming?" he threw back over his shoulder, and left, not waiting for an answer.
They would follow him.
(At least he hoped so.)
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Will, doing small talk with a patient: So, what are you dressing up as for Halloween?
Random camper: I will dress up as Percy Jackson's boyfriend!
Will:
Will: *sees the shadows threateningly forming in the corner of the infirmary*
Will: Yeah, Nico di Angelo is a scary thing...
Random camper: Wait, what???
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While I'm currently not active in the PJO fandom, and I have sooo many things to do, it would be a shame to skip the yearly tradition of Halloween Nicercy PJO !
I might not write all of the asks I get (*looks at those poor asks that are waiting for a reply* I did not forget about any of you 🥺), I do want to write some drabbles/ficlets, so-
Send me Halloween prompts with a PJO ship (no canon ships and only Percy centric one!), and I will write you a tiny fic during spooky season.
(Or a Shadowhunters mlm ship. Or a Rickorty/Mortycest one. Or a Nie Huaisang centric one. Or Wangxian, even though I haven't tried to write them yet.)
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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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"Wait. What do you mean there was blood mixed in?" :)
Ooooh, I love this prompt! <3 Thank you for participate in this game!
-       Children of Hades are vampires.
-       Well, not exactly, but they are the origins of the vampire myths. They have pale skin, they are between life and death, they don’t like sunshine, and… well… they need to drink blood once or twice a week to be nourished satisfactory.
-       Thus, Nico is, technically, a vampire.
-       The camp doesn’t know this. Yes, they tend to joke about it, but they have no idea how close they are to the truth. Chiron is the only one who knows, and it was a good thing he talked about it with Nico before his disappearance, otherwise, he could have died or gone feral without human blood.
-       First, Nico wanted to do nothing with Percy Jackson, other than sucking him dry. But after the first grief, even if he ran from camp, he met with Percy over and over again and started to develop feelings for him.
-       He didn’t want him to die.
-       The thing with vampire folklore is, that there are such things as dhampirs. They are humans, who consume vampire blood to become stronger and enhance their healing time.
-       Achilles’ curse is not a sure thing. There is way less than fifty percent chance to survive it with mind intact.
-       So, when the battle of New York comes, Nico is ready to do anything to protect Percy.
-       He bakes.
-       There is an Italian dessert, called sanguinaccio dolce. A dessert with chocolate and blood. Usually, it contains the blood of a pig, but desperate times require desperate measures.
-       Percy is amazed and so, so delighted when Nico presents him an apology dessert before the fight. It’s only after he starts to notice strange pain and an even stranger surge of power running over him when he starts to question Nico’s motives.
-       Thankfully it is not poison.
-       It is blood. 
-       “Wait. What do you mean there was blood mixed in?” 
-       There is no time to be angry and to be occupied with the little fact that Nico is a vampire, who forced his blood into him to become stronger. They have a war to win. But after that?
-       They need to talk.
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For the prompt game: the obligatory Werewolf Prompt
Um-
Yeah... This happened.
- Just as Hades' children were and were not vampires, the demigods, raised by Lupa, were and were not werewolves. - They won't turn into wolves during the full moon, they won't be flesh-eating feral beasts and they won't infect their victim if they bite somebody. - But, they can be feral, they can have wolfish characteristics, and if they are too close to their animal side, Lupa can bless them with the ability to turn into a wolf form at will. - Jason was one of Lupa's feral wold-child. - The problem was - so was the amnesiac Percy Jackson. - Well, it was not exactly a problem, except for that tiny-teeny bit of myth that vampires and werewolves don't get along. - That was not a myth. - Jason and Nico could work together, but they always butted their heads because of the smallest details. They liked each other, but only from the distance. If they were close to each other, they fought like cats and dogs. - The real problem was the first meeting between the newly turned werewolf Percy Jackson and the vampiristic Nico di Angelo. - It was a blood bath. - And not because they wanted to kill each other. Rather, they wanted to mark each other as theirs. - It was like their animalistic part took over their human side to show them that they belonged to each other - in a rather messy way. - Let's just say that the Romans can't look at that specific part of the square without being red from embarrassment - and neither could they look at Percy and Nico without knowing what they are up to in their bedroom.
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When Halloweentown meets Percy Jackson
I blame the Snowflake promt and @apiratefellinlovewithastar for this.
The graveyard was filled to the brim with crumbling tombstones, spikey iron fences, and dead, yet still poisonous plants. Statues were towering over the beings, statues that were wailing in despair or screaming in fear. Yet, that night the town was full of cheering monsters, instead of screeching ones.
The whole town was a big parade. They were celebrating that once again the human kids and adults were scared to death by jack-o-lanterns with sharp teeth, screaming, monstrous banshees, blood-crazy vampires, and crawling itsy-bitsy spiders with red eyes. For this town of Halloween, the arrival of their King was the height of the celebration, because Nico di Angelo-Scuro, their beloved Ghost King was the scariest, creepiest monster, the deadliest creature of the night who rendered their hard work into shrieking chaos. 
He was everybody’s and everyhead’s most awaited nightmare, and he was Percy Jack-o’s, the town’s ragdoll’s only beating heart. Well, not literally, because he didn’t have one, or maybe he had, just Frankengabe decided to keep it to himself – it wouldn’t have surprised Percy, not even a little bit. But, the Nightmare Angel, the King of Halloweentown was his figurative heart, the only reason Percy was still in one piece and not in one of Frankengabe’s monster mash. 
Annabelle Wildchase, the mayor was giving out the pumpkins for the loudest screamer, the goriest prank, and the scare which resulted in somebody’s death contests, but Percy was not listening, he was occupied with drinking Nico’s imposing sight in. The Ghost King was the tallest of the whole town, he had a pair of pitch-black raven wings and full black, endless-deep eyes.
He was everybody’s most awaited nightmare.
Percy was not designed to be himself, and to do as he wanted. He was designed to be Frankengabe’s, the town’s doctor’s servant. He could only run away from him because he managed to mix sedative into his food, but Percy knew it was only working for a few hours. 
He wanted to take advantage of those hours, so when he saw Nico turn into a shadow, he followed him to the cemetery. He wanted to go to him, he wanted to tell him how much he loves him, how much he wants to be his.
He never did either of it – before he could resolve himself to do it, his creator intervened and jerked him away after he ripped off both of Percy’s legs.
Frankengabe was somebody Percy hated with all of his body. He wasn’t just a monster, he was evil, and without any compassion or happiness. The doctor leaned over Percy, smile so big and so fake Percy wanted to run. But he couldn’t – not without his legs. So he stayed, while Frankengabe approached him with his pointy needle. The new thread he stitched Percy’s legs was bright red and felt scalding hot where it pulled through his skin.
Percy was a relatively new ragdoll, one without any memories, but every time he was stitched together, he remembered more and more the before. And now, he finally figured out why was Frankengabe so familiar, why he felt attracted to Nico di Angelo-Scuro, why he always listened to Annabeth Wildchase.
He remembered when the biggest part of him was a boy from New York, somebody, who was lost, who was scared, who was hailed as a hero, who was constricted into being the perfect soldier of the gods
He remembered when one other part of him was a boy from Surrey, from Scotland, from a magical school, somebody, who was alone, who was manipulated, who was betrayed.
He remembered when the smallest part of him was a boy from Albion, somebody, who had to lie for his whole life, somebody, who died at the hand of one of his trusted friends.
He remembered that each of the previous owners of his body had somebody to love, somebody to admire, somebody to protect… somebody who never considered him to be their one and only.
He remembered who his biggest part, his brain-and-soul was in love with. He remembered those intense black eyes, those playful curls, those beloved manners. The same eyes, the same curls, the same manners he looks at every time he looks at their Ghost King.
He remembered the good, the bad, the in-betweens. He remembered the guilt, the love, the self-hatred.
He remembered.
But he knew, that in this life, nothing would turn out as it did last time(s). Because this time? He would be somebody Nico could depend on, somebody who would finally get his death angel of his nightmares. So, when he heard that the Ghost King disappeared, he went after him. He couldn’t let him get away as he did last time. This time he would be alongside Nico.
He found his Ghost King in an unfamiliar place. A small clearing in the forest, surrounded by strange trees with interesting motifs on them. From before, Percy recognized them as a Christmas tree, an Easter egg, and the others as well. The strangest thing was Nico, with white snowflakes covering his pitch-black raven wings, carrying a bag with full whit mysterious things.
The Ghost King smiled at him and explained to him what had happened, what he experienced, and what would he like to do. Percy picked his stitches, the ones connecting his fingers to his hand. He was unsure, but as he promised himself he would do anything to be with Nico, he would fully support him whatever he would do, he nodded.
The smile, full of sharp teeth, made his knees turn into jellies, but as he buckled, strong arms caught him and leaned him into a strong body. He felt finally home.
Nico believed that Percy had been made to fit perfectly in his arms. He was a ragdoll, after all. Destined to be moved according to another’s will carried away, held close, and loved with fierce protectiveness. 
After all, he, Nico di Angelo, the once lost and closeted boy, who ran from his emotions and who made sure his life was as miserable as one’s could be, finally had the one who always held his heart: Percy Jackson - the once big hero of the two camps, now nothing, but a ragdoll, whose only reason for living was him.
“It’s plain as anyone can see, we’re simply meant to be.”
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To my dear @unbeknownstunknown, whose prompt was: „Is it just me or is that star literally looks like it’s about to hit us?”
Sorry not sorry for this xD <3
Nico di Angelo was a big softy. Well, if you asked anybody, they would tell you he was a grumpy old man in the body of a young Adonis, but-
He was a big softy, under all of his layers and masks and depression. Or at least, that was the only reason he could think of why he did what he did. Usually, he wasn’t an impulsive, humanitarian somebody, but when he saw a young man, no older than himself, wretched and hurt on the side of the road, he felt compelled to stop his car and help him. As a doctor, whose life was literally about taking care of others and stitching them together, he thought nothing when he inspected the young man. The injured was in a pretty bad shape: his ankle was sprained, his body was covered in bruises. The only part of his body without any marring or scare was his beautiful face; it was like whoever did this to him, didn’t want to disfigure that perfectly bow-shaped, plump mouth and those sparkling, captivating eyes.
Nico tried to talk with the man, he asked about his name, what happened with him, does it hurt, where should he take him, and so on, but the man never answered. He just sat there, blinking at the doctor with his big, sea-green eyes surrounded by long, black eyelashes. That was when Nico sighed and decided that he is too nice for his own good and offered the man to take him home.
It never crossed his mind that he might have picked up a supernatural being, who needed to be feed. With sexual energy.
He didn’t suspect a thing before he felt an unfamiliar presence; a strong, starving presence, so empty and gnawing. The man next to him stirred, and in one moment he was limp and injured, the next, his mouth was against Nico’s bare skin, desperately trying to appease his hunger. Nico never felt like this; he felt like he was burning, he couldn’t get enough of the strange, unknown man.
The taste of the supernatural being was like a drug: honeyed and sweet and so bad for you; and like a drug it made Nico forget anything except for getting more of it. He felt himself being dragged himself down, down, further down where he could not recollect anything, except for the man, the incubus between his legs. He felt he was floating, but nothing felt right compared to the other man who made him see the stars.
„Is it just me or is that star literally looks like it’s about to hit us?” Nico asked in a floating voice. His eyes were unfocused, staring out of the panoramic sunroof of his car but not seeing anything except for blinking lights.
“Oh, dear, you are soooo out of it!” Laughed delightedly the incubus. “I like it. I like you, so I’m going to keep you!” He declared and started stroking Nico’s disheveled hair in a smoothing motion. “I’m Percy, by the way. Thank you for thanking care of me!” That was the last thing Nico heard before falling into the black void of sleep.
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Nobody:
Me: So, what if Percy was a vampire, like Jean-Claude, and Nico was a necromancer, like Anita Blake?
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"I'm just saying-"
"Oh SHUT UP AND BITE ME."
"I- Excuse me?"
For the Nicercy Prompts?
Hahaha, thank you! <3 (sorry for any incorrect sentences, I wrote it on my phone)
Percy knew there will be problems when he accepted Nico's courting, but he didn't think it would be about something like this. Not that there was anything wrong or problematic with Nico, far from it, but... Sometimes they were just too different and wanted different things. It was probably because of their upbringing.
Percy was a typical newvyorker skaterboy, who loved adventure and excitement, and was a sassy little shit, who couldn't suffer fools. He was blunt and honest, and surprisingly good at getting into trouble, but he was even better at solving them.
Nico - or Master Niccolò di Angelo for anybody who was not Percy -, on the other hand, was a smooth, yet grumpy italian with a perchant for political games, who was from a different era. Literally, because he was a vampire - a count, even!
So yeah, the difference between them was pretty staggering, but they complemented each other. They complemented each other from the moment of their first meeting.
It was a dark, moonless night when Percy Jackson decided he wanted to visit his favorite place - an abandoned warehouse - to let his pent up energy out. He was surprisingly wired that night and he didn't want to cause problems for his mother because he couldn't stay still, so his best idea was to go skating. Yes. It was his BEST idea. You can deduct how great his other ideas were...
So, he went out, even if he knew it was not a good idea. New York was one of the hotspots for supernatural creatures, but he thought because the warehouse was close to his home, there won't be a problem.
He was wrong. Of course, he was wrong! The warehouse was not really abandoned - it was a place for a vampire group who didn't like the current Master of the city and his policies. That group was not amused when a human disturbed them, and they were even less impressed when it turned out the human boy was a witch with water-controlling powers. A newcomer - a dark, enchanting shadow - on the other hand, was really impressed with the cute boy who could boil the blood inside of the vampire who was trying to suck him dry.
Turned out, the newcomer was Niccolò di Angelo, the Master of the City, who wanted to eradicate the opposing group, and was very taken away with the pretty human boy who could protect himself so beautifully. After taking care of the group, Percy tried to sneak away, but when the next day he woke up at the sight of his room full of roses, it was obvious that the Master of the City found out where he lived.
One thing lead to another, and now, after one year into their relationship, they were arguing in a bed, covered in black satin.
"I'm just saying-," Nico tried to state his opinion of the topic for the hundredth times, but Percy had enough of it.
"Oh, just shut up and bite me!" Percy ordered exasperatedly. It was a recurring debate between them, and he had enough of it. He knew both of them wanted the same thing, why couldn't Nico just accept it?!
"I- Excuse me?" Asked Nico flabbergasted. He knew Percy wanted him to do it, but-
Percy wanted him to do it. Oh.
"You heard me right! Just do it, you masochistic vampire! I know you want it, so don't be a fucking prude and bite me!" Percy ordered once again, and bared his neck in a submissive way. He wanted to finally feel Nico's teeth sinking into his skin, he wanted to feel him taking away his blood. He wanted Nico completely, and not just the human-like mask he wore. He wanted to see that bloody, ruthless, powerful being he was when they took down the group of vampires at that first night.
He wanted Nico, the vampire, and he always got what he wanted.
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