#pjoimagines

The first time Percy Jackson met you, he was five years old and convinced you were magic.

You were sitting cross-legged in the sandbox at your preschool, carefully building a castle while he watched, wide-eyed, as the towers stayed standing even when he accidentally knocked into them.

"Are you a fairy?" he asked, dead serious.

You giggled. "No, silly. I just know how to make it stay."

Percy decided right then that you were the coolest person in the world.

As years passed Percy was used to weird things happening around him. But when you also started seeing things—shadowy figures in the alleyways, whispers in the wind—he didn’t feel so alone.

One night, after a nightmare, you called him, voice trembling.

"Percy, there’s a thing outside my window."

He didn’t hesitate. "I’m coming over."

You met him halfway, barefoot and clutching a flashlight. He held your hand the whole way back to his apartment, where Sally Jackson wrapped you both in blankets and let you sleep on the couch.

"You’re stuck with me," Percy whispered.

You squeezed his hand. "Promise?"

But the monsters got worse.

When a fury attacked you both after school, Percy grabbed your wrist and ran, his heart pounding in his chest. You didn’t even question it—you just ran with him, like you always did.

It was Grover who finally found you, panting and wide-eyed in an alley.

"You’re both demigods," he wheezed. "And you’re in so much trouble."

Adjusting to camp wasn’t easy.

Percy got claimed immediately. You didn’t.

He saw the way your shoulders slumped when another day passed with no sign from your godly parent. So he did what he always did—he stuck by you.

"Who cares who your dad is?" he said, throwing an arm around your shoulders. "You’re my best friend. That’s better than some glowing symbol."

You got claimed a week later. Percy cheered louder than anyone.

Something happened in the middle of a battle.

A monster lunged for you, and Percy moved faster than he ever had before. Water surged from nowhere, slamming into the creature with enough force to shatter stone.

When it was over, he was panting, his hands shaking as he grabbed your shoulders.

"Don’t do that," he growled.

You stared at him, heart pounding. "Do what?"

"Almost die," he said, voice cracking.

PART ONE: DINNER WITH THE JACKSONS

Summary: Nico di Angelo and Will Solace are living an idyllic suburban life in the town of Westview, New Jersey. As their surroundings begin to move through different decades and they encounter various television tropes, the couple suspects that things are not as they seem.

Oh, A newlywed couple just moved to town

A regular husband and husband

Who left the big city to find a quiet life

Will&Nico!

He’s the prince of darkness in a small-town locale

He’s a hubby with a warmth that can stun

How will this duo fit in and fulfill all?

By sharing a love like you’ve never seen

Will&Nico!

The sun cast a golden glow over the flawless suburban neighborhood, where white picket fences framed rows of cheerful homes.

Will Solace whistled a bright, off-key tune as he flipped pancakes on the stove. He wore a checkered apron over his crisp white shirt. The smell of warm batter and syrup filled the air.

Behind him, Nico di Angelo sat at the kitchen table, his dark eyes glued to the calendar on the wall. A red circle marked today’s date, bold and insistent. His brows knit together in thought, and his pale fingers absently drummed against the polished wood of the table.

“Darling, if you keep staring at that calendar any harder, you might just set it on fire,” Will teased, his sunny tone filled with exaggerated warmth. He flipped a pancake into the air with unnecessary flair, catching it perfectly in the pan. “Breakfast won’t set itself, you know.”

Nico barely looked up. “I’m thinking,” he muttered, his voice low and distant.

“About how lucky you are to have a husband who can cook like this?” Will quipped, sliding a stack of golden pancakes onto a plate. He placed it in front of Nico with a flourish, as though presenting a gourmet masterpiece.

Nico huffed a quiet laugh but didn’t take his eyes off the calendar. “What’s so special?”

“Special?” Will echoed, raising an eyebrow. He grabbed a cup of coffee and sat across from Nico, his smile tinged with mischief.

Nico’s his expression remained cool. “Nothing,” he said, forcing a casual tone.

Will leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Hmm, why the brooding darling? You look like you’re plotting a murder.”

“Maybe I am,” Nico said flatly, but the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

Will laughed, the sound bright and infectious. “Well, I hope it’s not me you’re plotting against. Percy’s called another big meeting, and you know how he gets when someone doesn't show up.” He stood, adjusting his tie with exaggerated precision. “Percy Jackson and deadlines are a match made in chaos.”

“Work,” Nico repeated, watching Will grab his briefcase. “Sure. Have fun.”

Will leaned down to plant a quick kiss on Nico’s temple. “Try not to miss me too much, love. See you tonight!”

And with that, he was gone, leaving Nico alone with his thoughts and the mocking red circle on the calendar.

As the hours dragged on, Nico’s unease grew. The date gnawed at him, refusing to let go. He paced the living room, his black shirt and slacks blending into the shadows. What was it? Had he truly forgotten something important? An anniversary? A birthday?

He stopped in front of the calendar, staring at the marked date as though it might whisper its secrets. “He’s going to kill me if I messed this up,” Nico muttered. His mind raced, and then, like a switch flipping, he understood. Their anniversary! If it wasn't either of their birthdays, it's got to be their anniversary. And he was going to make it unforgettable.

By the time Will returned home, the house was transformed. The curtains were drawn, and soft candlelight bathed the room in a golden glow. The record player spun a sultry jazz tune, and a bottle of wine sat open on the coffee table. Nico stood near the door, his dark eyes catching the flicker of the flames. His usual brooding demeanor was replaced by an air of deliberate mystery, his black shirt unbuttoned just enough to suggest he’d been waiting for this moment all day.

Will stepped inside, his hand on the doorknob as he surveyed the scene. “Well, this is... unexpected,” he said, his lips curling into a crooked smile.

Nico smirked, leaning casually against the wall. “Welcome home, sunshine,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I thought we could make tonight special.”

Before Will could respond, the sound of a car door slamming outside made them both turn. Nico’s eyes widened as two figures approached the house. Percy and Annabeth Jackson walked towards them, looking far less glamorous than the romantic evening Nico had planned.

“Oh,” Nico said flatly, his voice dripping with disappointment. “We’re... having company.”

Will’s screwed up in confusion. “Percy and Annabeth are joining us for dinner. Did you not remember, love?”

Nico blinked, his frustration barely contained. “Right. You invited them over for.... dinner.”

“Sure did,” Will said cheerfully.

Nico’s jaw tightened, but he forced a smile as the Jacksons approached. “Of course,” he said through gritted teeth. “Make yourselves at home.”

Dinner was an exercise in barely restrained chaos. Percy’s boisterous energy filled the room as he recounted office antics, while Annabeth corrected him with the precision of someone who had heard these stories too many times before.

“And then the copier started smoking,” Percy said, gesturing wildly with his fork. “Turns out someone jammed it with, get this, a peanut butter sandwich!”

“It was a granola bar,” Annabeth said, her voice calm but firm. “And it wasn’t smoking. It was overheating because someone ignored the error messages.”

Will laughed, his eyes crinkling with genuine delight. Nico, on the other hand, sipped his wine in silence, his mind spinning with annoyance and confusion.

Suddenly, the air grew heavy, and the room fell unnaturally silent. Percy and Annabeth froze mid-laugh, their expressions blank and unmoving. The candles flickered wildly, and the record player distorted into a haunting, warped melody.

Nico’s hand gripped the edge of the table. “Will,” he said, his voice low and urgent. “Do you see that?”

Will frowned, looking around. “See what?”

Before Nico could respond, the strange distortion stopped. Percy and Annabeth resumed their conversation as if nothing had happened, their laughter and words picking up mid-sentence.

Nico’s heart pounded. His dark eyes darted between the guests, searching for any sign that they, too, had noticed something amiss. But the moment passed as quickly as it had come, leaving him alone with his unease.

After Percy and Annabeth left, the house was quiet once more. Nico stood in the kitchen, staring at the flickering candlelight. His mind replayed the strange events of the evening, each detail more unsettling than the last.

Will approached him from behind, wrapping his arms around Nico’s waist. “Hey,” he said softly. “You’ve been quiet tonight. What’s on your mind?”

Nico hesitated, his heart racing. “Nothing,” he lied. “Just tired.”

Will pressed a kiss to the back of his neck. “Well, whatever it is, we’ll figure it out.”

Nico closed his eyes, leaning into Will’s embrace. “Yeah,” he said quietly. “We'll figure it out.”

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It was obviously not Nico’s idea to leave camp with his sister. He didn’t even really have a choice. Hazel would have left without him if he said no and then he’d be worried about her. Plus they were just going to get Starbucks. He didn’t think any deadly monsters would be hanging out at a coffee shop, but then again Kelli always hung around as a cheerleader when she reformed. Hazel had been talking about getting one all week and since she finally had some time off of trained, they made a break for the border of camp. They’d be back before anyone noticed they were gone.

Man he really wished that Piper and Rachel hadn’t introduced Hazel to the mocha frappuccino with whipped cream on top.

 “Come on Nico! We’re going to miss the subway!”

Nico growled and let Hazel drag his limp arm through the near empty station. Of course it wasn’t busy (honestly i wouldn’t know). It was the middle of the work day and extremely hot outside.

They hopped into the subway car right before the doors closed and found some seats. Much to Hazel’s disfortune, across from a mother and baby.

Honestly, despite Nico’s heritage, he didn’t dislike babies, he actually thought they were kinda cute. And the only reason Hazel didn’t like them was because her mother used to have clients come in with their children and ask if their husbands would ever return from war. She couldn’t stand the screaming and crying of children who weren’t being held in their mothers arms, or attention, for ten seconds.

She sighed heavily. Nico patted her hand and leaned back in the seat. She was becoming more like the girls in this time period. He didn’t like it.

The subway screeched to a stop at a station and the wheels made an unpleasant squealing. Unpleasant to normal adult ears, absolutely terrifying and painful to little baby ones.

She started screaming and wailing louder than the tortured in the Fields of Punishment. The mother, embarrassed, tried to calm the child down to no avail.

“Oh, goodness.” Hazel muttered, putting a hand to her forehead.

More people got on and they moved to the farthest seats away. An old lady gave and warm grandmotherly smile to the lady as if to say “No worries,”.

 She bounced the baby on her knee but the child still wouldn’t stop crying. The baby looked around with teary eyes and a red nose. When she finally looked at Nico, he stared back. Finally he crossed his eyes and stuck his tongue out. It was only for a split second, but it seemed to calm the baby down. She gurgled and giggled, now happy.

Nico sat back satisfied and crossed his arms. Hazel stared at him.

“What?” he asked when they got off the subway.

“It’s just. I surprised, that’s all.”

She walked ahead of him and turned around. “Oh, and I’m telling everyone when we get back.”

His eyes widened in horror. “Hazel, don’t!”

“The Greek gods.” You deadpanned. “You’re insane, I’m calling the cops.” You started walking in the direction of the diner you mentioned to that thing that tried to kill you.

“Hey, I’m serious! It’s dangerous out there now. If one has found you then the signals out, more will. I have to get you to a safe place.” he said following you down the snowy street.

“What mental institution did you escape from?” you asked sarcastically. He stepped in front of you and the look on his face stopped you in your tracks.

He was serious. He was serious. This was probably the most serious face he’s ever pulled in his life, but there was more. It was.. protectiveness. He genuinely wanted to keep you safe, whether the bad things were just in his head or in the real world too.

You put your hands up. “Okay, okay. Tell me about everything then.”

 You spent most of the time talking in a back booth of Rosie’s diner. You ordered bacon and scrambled eggs, a sort of breakfast for midnight snack. Percy ordered a blueberry smoothie, which he was disappointed at because it “wasn’t the right blue.”

Luckily the only other people in the diner was a old trucker and a couple of stoners who weren’t paying attention to our crazy conversation.

“So, that thing, was called Lamia.” Percy said slurping the smoothie.

“What did she want with me?” you asked.

“Well obviously she wanted to kill you and probably eat you.”

You shivered. “This is all just so confusing.”

“I know it is. I’ve know about this since I was 12 but I still don’t get everything.” He agreed.

“So tell me more about this place you’re going to take me. Camp Half-Blood?”

“Well it’s better to just wait and see it. But it’s beautiful there. There like this kind of ‘weather dome’ over the camp so its always warm and nice, unless Zeus wants it to snow. Which actually we should get going. I’m probably going to get in trouble anyways.” He said drinking the rest of his smoothie and sliding out of the booth. You tossed some money on the table and followed him.

He grabbed his leather jacket and asked you to hold it. You did and he started pulling his hoodie off. You tried not to stare at the long sleeve shirt riding up, showing some skin, and a nice set of abs. He’d told you about his girlfriend Annabeth, and you weren’t one to go after another girls’ guy. 

He ruffled the static out of his hair and handed you the hoodie.

You gave him the jacket back and thanked him.

“So tell me, why are you going to get in trouble when we get there?”

He gave the signature ‘bad boy smirk’, held his head low and shook it.

“I kinda snuck out. I went to visit my mom. Usually I stay with her during winter break, but I wanted to train some more, but..” He laughed. “I missed her.”

You hopped on the R train going to Long Island and sat next to each other. There was only one other person in the car but other than them you were alone.

The subway screeched around a turn in the tunnels and threw Percy’s body into your’s. He righted both of you and the lights flickered.

“What the..” Percy said looking up at the lights.

Something was off. The hairs on your arms stood up. And you looked around the car. “Percy..”

“Huh?”

“We’re alone.” You whispered.

“Well, yeah of cour- ah shit.” He cursed. “Really?” he said to no one imparticular while looking up.

“Yes really Percy Jackson.” We both whipped around at the voice.

A black girl Percy’s age stood at the end of the train car, wearing a cheerleaders uniform.

One of her legs was bronze metal, and the other was a donkey leg. You remember learning in school about things like her. Basically a she-demon.

She hissed in your direction and you notice long, sharp, needle-like teeth.

“Oh fuck.” You whisper.

Percy pulled his pen/sword thing out of his pocket and stood in front of you.

“Get away from her.”

Slowly you took steps backwards. You tried not to be obvious but yet she still noticed the slight movement.

“Aww is the new little half-blood scared? Don’t worry, it’ll be quick and it might not even hurt.”

Percy surged forward like a tide and swiped at her midsection but despite her legs she was quicker than you’d think. She hopped on the seats and ran toward you. Percy intercepted and they started to play deadly game of cat and mouse. You wanted to help but there wasn’t much you could do. You didn’t have a weapon and you wouldn’t even know what to do.

 You glanced left and right and saw a fire extinguisher hanging on the wall. You ran towards it and started wrenching it off. It wasn’t budging.

Behind you Percy made a mistake. He misstepped and stumbled, not ready. She took her chance and slashed her nails at his ribcage.

He cried out and fell on one knee. His leather jacket fell in ribbons there and blood soaked through his shirt. Percy struggled to his feet but she had already come running at you. You yanked at the extinguisher harder and finally it started coming loose.

It tore away from wall finally and you heaved the heavy red object around at her. It hit her square in the face and her head whipped to the side sickeningly. She turned back and I noticed her once cute nose was now extremely crooked and bleeding. You squealed and swung it at her again. It caught again on her head for she was stunned from the last blow. She crumpled to the ground unmoving. And then she just disappeared,  gone, just like that.

Percy stumbled over holding his side, but still smiling brightly. “Well that was pretty easy considering I’ve already killed her like 3 times.”

He grappled around in his pocket and shoved a small candy in his mouth. He started breathing easier and even looked better.

“Come on, let’s get to camp.”