PercyxNico is so cute; I just had to write about them. This is the first story I ever wrote, I hope it's good.
WARNINGS: Implied BoyxBoy. SLASH ALERT. If you don't like it, then that's too bad, cause it's hot. Implied violence, that bitch Annabeth. Emotional wreckage.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own PJO. I don't even joke that I do, because the nice men in white coats feed me more medicine.
Percy lighted another cigarette, his seventh in the hour he's been sitting here. He held the smoke in his lungs deeply for what seemed like forever, and then blew it in a perfect O towards the sea. How did he get here? Sitting in front of Hades cabin at one in the morning wasn't one of Percy's top ten favourite things to do. But he had to get him back. Percy really fucked up this time, and he knew it. He knew that if he couldn't get Nico to take him back again then his life might just hurt a little too much to go any farther. Percy knew a lot of things, but he didn't know why he gave up a lifetime with Annabeth for a summer or two of great sex with Nico. But he did it anyway. All he ever saw were those shadow-shaded eyes, the ones that if you looked hard enough, you could see your past reflected upon you. They was all he ever wanted, even while dating Annabeth. Their break up was messy. Blood and tears flooded Athena's cabin that day, and more than one camper stayed in the nurses' office overnight. Percy never regretted it, though. If being with Nico freely meant a broken jaw and deep cuts to his arm, then he would take the pain gladly. If only he knew what real pain felt like then, like he did now. Maybe he wouldn't have slept with Connor Stoll while Nico was visiting his father in Hell. Maybe he wouldn't have said the things he knew would make Nico cry. Maybe he wouldn't have been such an asshole while Nico was around, maybe then he wouldn't be smoking an eighth cigarette on The Ghost King's doorstep. While a tear trickles down Percy's cheek, and as he thinks about what he's done, the door behind him opens slowly. A small, dark haired teenager walks quietly to the edge of the staircase leading up to his cabin and takes the final cigarette in Percy's pack, lights it, and takes a long, hard drag.
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