Percico Prompt: Building Sandcastles and/or a Thunderstorm
Since before he wanted to admit it, thunder and lightning storms had enthralled Nico to a point where he began to question himself. The raging sea was Poseidon’s nature incarnate: unforgiving, relentless, wild, and devastating. Yet still Nico could never tear his gaze away; he felt helpless against the pull of the sea, the current always pulling him closer and closer until the wind whipped across his face and thunder crashed in his ears. It was dangerous, sure, but so was being around Percy Jackson – and the storms never frightened him, even if his feelings towards Percy did.
He realized, when he was thirteen, that this was Percy’s nature too. He was ruthless in battle, throwing himself into the fray like a tsunami wave, his resentment lingering like the affects of a hurricane after a slight. Nico would watch, entranced, and feel his heart seize up like it did whenever lightning struck and shook the very ground beneath his feet. The pull towards him in those moments was impossible to deny, the same way he couldn’t protest the pull of a magnet or the power of the ocean current. It was mesmerizing and terrifying, more so than he knew how to handle.
It was only after he and Percy began dating that storms turned fearsome and intimidating to him, which told him everything he needed to know about Poseidon’s feelings towards that development.
When Nico woke abruptly to the sound of crashing lightning, he jolted almost right out of his partner’s embrace. As it was, the movement only made Percy mumble and shift, burying his face into the crook of Nico’s neck again. His soft breaths against Nico’s skin tickled as the son of Hades stared at the ceiling of the Poseidon cabin, counting quietly under his breath for the next strike.
When it came, Nico jumped, this time dislodging Percy’s arms entirely as the sound cracked and shook the ground, altogether too close to camp.
“Oh, he’s mad,” Percy mumbled sleepily, pulling Nico even closer and laying kisses against his shoulder.
“Should I go?” Nico asked. Sleeping in Percy’s cabin was one thing, but pissing off one of the most powerful gods was not what he needed to deal with right now.
“He won’t electrocute you if you’re in here with me,” Percy whispered. “He’s just trying to make a point.”
“And you’re going to ignore the message?”
Percy snorted, and tilted his head up to kiss Nico deeply; he tasted like morning breath and the tiniest hint of toothpaste, but Nico didn’t mind the combination. They continued to kiss, ignoring the storm happening just outside the cabin, and Percy threw his godly father a rather ostentatious middle finger as he tugged Nico on top of him. Nico didn’t hear much of the thunder or lightning after that.
