if percy jackson was a lez

They weren't supposed to get attacked, and now Percy is dying in his arms, all because of him. Nico is so scared he doesn't think straight, so he does the only thing that's natural to him in the state of sheer panic — he prays to his father.

Because Percy, the one he cherishes so much, the one he loves to death and beyond, is hurting and dying, and Nico won't handle another loss, especially one as hard as that.

Hades sees the broken terror in the baby deer eyes of his son and sighs quietly, not finding it in himself to grumble. He takes both of them to his palace and breaks the curse. It's a slow and painful process that more resembles torture than healing, and Nico can't look without crying and yet can't tear his eyes away, as Percy fidgets in the sheets, trying to escape pain, delirious and hurt and scared. Hades remains calm and collected, his motions smooth and accurate, and it provides some resemblance of comfort, some reassurance to hold onto.

Nico, shaking and light-headed as if running a fever, learns to breathe again only hours later, when Hades finishes and cradles Nico in his arms while Percy is finally deeply asleep. The shadows of his father's arms cradling him feel like home.

Hades explains in a quiet soothing murmur that Percy will need to recover, but they can't keep him here any longer, so he'll call Poseidon to take his son home. Then he lets go of Nico and leaves, and Nico slides onto the floor by Percy's bedside, still shaking like a softly flickering shadow, his face tear-stained and eyes hollow. He lays his head near the pillow like a pliant loyal hellhound, listens to Percy's weak quiet beathing, the barely audible beat of his heart, the alive pulse of his soul, and tears up again.

Nico registers the presence by his side, but he hollowly assumes it's his father, so he flinches when Poseidon greets him politely. Nico doesn't make an effort to move away from Percy's bedside, though, he's too exhausted and drained for that. And he can't imagine tearing himself away from Percy right now, not when Percy is so fragile and vulnerable and hurt and he'll be fine but he isn't now, and it should've been Nico sleeping through the pain.

It's Poseidon who offers Nico to come to Atlantis so they won't have to separate the kids, but Nico doesn't really registers neither that nor his father accepting the invitation.

It's also Poseidon who says at Percy's room in Atlantis that Nico doesn't have to kneel on the floor for hours if he can just lie on the bed by Percy's side, surely Percy'd want his friend to be comfortable. Nico's too drained to agrue, so he passes out listening to Percy's breathing.

"not much to say now, huh, pretty boy?" percy drawls, hand squeezing around nico's throat as he grinds into him. the pretty boy in question is making the cutest little sounds, his big brown eyes sparkling with tears and legs trembling around percy's waist.

"c'mon, talk to me."

"f-nngh~ fuck you.." next thing nico knows, his ankles are up by his ears. thighs held down by percy's huge hands, he's completely at the older man's mercy. (right where he wants to be!) percy snaps his hips and watches as the little bump on nico's tummy moves up and down, jolting his belly ring.

he presses down, groaning when he feels the pressure on his dick. "fuck... you feel that? i'm in your guts, baby." nico is completely incoherent by this point, moaning lasciviously and his back arching off the bed.