#percicoforlife

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I want a fic where Percy is completely gone for Nico.

I want him staring at Nico across the campfire, watching the way the flames throw shadows across his face like the world itself can’t decide how to hold him. I want sparring sessions that turn into Percy letting Nico in closer than he ever should—close enough to catch the faint scent of his shampoo, to feel the heat of him even through armor.

I want them on opposite teams during capture the flag, and Percy growling at his own teammates to leave Nico for him. The idea of anyone else tackling Nico—touching him, hurting him even a little—sets something wild off in him. He knows Nico’s strong enough to win against anyone, but that’s not the point. The point is Percy wants to be the one who gets close.

I want Percy doing anything just to make Nico proud of him. Running himself ragged just to earn a quiet, “Nice work,” like it’s a divine blessing. I want him at home during visits with his mom, secretly deep-diving into Mythomagic forums, memorizing trivia so he has something—anything—to talk to Nico about when he’s back at camp.

And when they finally get together, I want Percy to worship him. Years later, I want him still looking at Nico like he hung the constellations himself. Still desperate for every small touch, every glance. Because even after everything, Percy Jackson loves Nico di Angelo like it’s the first and only thing he’s ever been good at.

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In an alternate universe, Percy meets Nico as a foreign exchange student at his high school—and it’s over for him instantly.

From the first day, Percy decides it’s his personal mission to show Nico everything about New York. They go full tourist: Times Square at night, the jumbotrons painting Nico’s face in bright, shifting color; a long walk through Central Park where their hands keep brushing, over and over, until Percy almost works up the nerve to hold on—but it feels too much, too soon.

One weekend, he takes Nico to Coney Island. They eat greasy fries, share a paper cone of cotton candy, and ride the Ferris wheel just as the sun starts setting. Percy swears the view isn’t what makes his heart pound; it’s the way Nico laughs, head tilted back, hair catching the gold of the evening light.

They visit the top of the Empire State Building, but both of them get this strange sense of déjà vu, like they’ve stood there before, together, in another life. They laugh it off and go back down, pretending the air doesn’t feel heavier for a second.

Beyond the sightseeing, Percy’s determined to give Nico the full American high school experience. He drags him to football games, yelling themselves hoarse as Jason scores another touchdown. He takes him to Walmart just to roam the aisles, where Nico loads up on candy because apparently, he has a massive sweet tooth. Percy’s charmed to death watching him debate between gummy candies and chocolate bars like it’s a life decision.

Then comes the ultimate moment—prom. Percy plans the cheesiest promposal imaginable, and Nico says yes, blushing so hard his ears turn pink. Sally insists on taking a million photos before they leave; she says they both look as handsome as movie stars.

At the dance, Percy’s crowned prom king. Without thinking, he takes off the crown and places it on Nico’s head instead, grinning like it was always meant to be his. They dance under the lights until the world fades out, then sneak away to a quiet corner, where Percy finally kisses him for the first time.

It’s clumsy, soft, perfect. They pull back grinning too big, holding each other like they’ve just discovered something sacred. It’s the start of something that feels endless.

Because in every universe, Percy Jackson falls for Nico di Angelo like it’s destiny.

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Nico: Question...

Percy: please dont text me "question..." ever again. Just send the question.

Nico: Never mind, I think it would be better if we talk about this in person.

Percy: Are you fucking kidding me right now!?

Percy: Are you aware of the detrimental levels of anxiety you are giving me?

Percy: you just sent two of the most worrisome text messages and now you're not replying.

Percy: I would have preferred you telling me you killed my family pet.

Percy: At least then it would have been straight to the point.

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Nico’s always had long, shaggy hair—but during one mission, he lets it grow out to his shoulder blades. Not because he planned to, just because cutting it sounds exhausting and, honestly, he likes how it looks. Plus, he’s a little afraid of messing it up if he tries himself, so it just keeps growing, soft and dark and untamed.

When he gets home to the apartment he shares with Percy, it’s over. Percy becomes completely obsessed. He’s always got his hands in Nico’s hair—absentmindedly twirling strands, brushing it back from his face, tucking it behind his ear.

When they shower together, Percy takes his time shampooing and conditioning, working through the knots with ridiculous care. Afterwards, he blow-dries it until it’s perfectly soft and fluffy.

(It starts as affection, but it becomes something quieter. Percy knows what it means for Nico to let someone touch him like this—to lean into care without flinching, to let himself be soft. So every time his fingers move through that hair, it feels like a promise: you’re safe, you’re home, you don’t have to fight anymore.)

Evenings are their favorite. Nico sits between Percy’s legs on the couch while they watch The Great British Baking Show, because that’s exactly the level of stress either of them can handle at home. Percy runs his fingers through Nico’s hair, giving slow, gentle scalp massages that make Nico hum and lean back against him until he drifts off.

When Nico falls asleep, Percy scoops him up and carries him to bed. He lays Nico down, then slides in beside him, pulling him close until they’re pressed chest to chest. Nico buries his face in Percy’s neck, breathing steady and deep. Percy wraps one arm around Nico’s waist, slides the other under his head, and tangles his fingers back into that soft dark hair.

He falls asleep like that every time—his nose buried in Nico’s hair, breathing him in, holding the most important thing in his world. Because this is what peace looks like for them. Not silence or distance, but small moments of Care. Touch. Trust. And Love built slow and steady, one gentle night at a time.

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Percy found himself in a bit of a predicament when swim practice for his college team started up again.

Because he knew the moment he stepped into that locker room and took his shirt off, his teammates were going to give him endless shit.

Ever since he and Nico got together, “enthusiastic” didn’t even begin to cover it. Nico was… expressive. Handsy. A little bit ruthless, honestly—and Percy wouldn’t change a thing about it. Even if his back might disagree.

Because Nico was a scratcher. And a biter.

Percy’s upper back and shoulders were a mess of marks—different lengths, different depths, some fading while others were still fresh. And then there was the one spot that never really went away, right where his neck met his shoulder, a semi-permanent bite mark Nico always came back to, especially when he was trying to muffle himself.

Percy loved it.

Loved the marks, loved what they meant, loved the quiet reminder that Nico was his and he was Nico’s—that they had finally found their way to each other.

So when he pulled his shirt off in the locker room and the noise hit—shouting, laughter, a couple of loud wolf whistles—Percy just rolled his eyes and smirked.

They gave him shit for it the entire practice. Of course they did.

But Percy didn’t bother hiding it.

If anything, he swam a little harder, a little sharper, a quiet sort of pride settling in his chest.

Because those marks?

He’d earned them.

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Nico: "you're staring."

Percy: "you're beautiful."

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It started gentle.

Their first kiss—soft, careful. Lips pressed together, hands cupping faces, shoulders, arms. It stayed that way for a while, each kiss slow and reverent.

But something deeper stirred beneath the calm. Like waves rolling back, gaining strength with every pull. Like the tension of the earth holding steady until it can’t anymore.

It always begins softly—cautious hands, gentle mouths, foreheads pressed together, breaths mingling. And then the shift happens. The wave breaks. The ground gives way.

They crash into each other. Mouths frantic, hands gripping, teeth catching on lips. Nails drag across skin, the air between them disappearing until all that exists are shared breath and racing hearts.

When the world settles, they lie there in the quiet, skin warm, lungs unsteady. They’ve learned not to fight it anymore. Their love isn’t something to tame. It’s a force of nature—gentle in its beginning, unstoppable in its becoming..

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Listen I love me the stereotypical trope of big dom Percy and small sub Nico but sometimes I want a Nico who’s just a bit taller—two or three inches at most. Still lean, still dangerous, but with a little more muscle now. No longer the ghost of a boy. There’s weight to him, quiet strength in the way he moves.

And Percy adores it. He loves the way Nico’s presence fills a room, the way his hands fit against him, firm and certain. Loves when Nico tilts his head down to whisper something dark against his ear, when fingers curl into his hair and guide him into deeper kisses. Percy loses track of who’s leading, who’s following, who’s devouring who.

It’s not about dominance anymore—it’s about reciprocation. About the push and pull, the equal claim. Nico leaves marks on Percy’s neck and Percy leaves them right back. They bruise where love meets possession, and both of them smile at the sight of it later.

Because what they have isn’t gentle. It’s worship laced with hunger. It’s love that burns hot enough to scar, and neither of them would ever trade it for anything softer.