spider-ghoul

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I Like It When They're Sad :)

I like it when they're sad :)

Pomegranate blood pt.1

Nico di Angelo x Percy Jackson

@we-ezer @sad-stucky-shipper-107

I did it guys :D

CWs: lowkey drugging, uhm kidnapping, toxic yaoi, gay pll (do i still have to put a warning for that one i mean come on guys), this is literally so toxic uhm, jealous nico, let me know if there's more!

Synopsis: After Nico finds out Percy is marrying annabeth he pays Percy jackson a visit with a special gift from his father...

Inspired by this post! (This is just part one! It only includes what happens in the post! Part two and maybe three will include what happens next!!!)

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Nico hated the way his heart dropped at the small envelope. One piece of paper and years of ignoring and repressing his feelings were gone. Everything came back. A flood of anger and heartbreak at the 'save the date card' that was sent to all of Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase's close friends and family.

When he had first seen the envelope he was excited. Chiron had handed it to him at breakfast that morning, when he always passed out mail to campers. His heart skipped a beat when he read the return address, it was from Percy. And then he opened it.

He read it right there, sitting next to Mr. D, without bothering to hide his smile. He couldn't hide how quickly it faded from his face. How his grip on the paper tightens. How the light inside of him dwindled and flicked out in a matter of seconds.

It was like he was fourteen again, heading into battle for the boy he loved. He brought Percy an army, he won him the war. In the end he was only disappointed. He'd lost to Annabeth. he should have expected this, of course he never had a chance with him.

With nothing else to hold onto, he sunk into the shadows.

The coldness of his father's castle welcomed him. His room in the place was large and mainly empty. The softness of the bed sheets engulfed him for the next few days.

He didn't leave the room, he barely ate or slept. The hole in his stomach only got bigger, the sinking of his chest only got worse. The feeling of helplessness fully immersed him, he watched almost a week go by. A week closer to the day Percy Jackson would marry someone else. I did everything for him. For so, so long.

It was also a week when he heard a knock on his door. He didn't answer. Why would he? There was another knock before the door was pushed open.

Nico barely bothered to look over the covers, the small sliver he could see of the undead servant was enough to figure it wasn't important.

"Leave." He said, his voice gravelly. He hadn't talked in a week, the only sounds he made were the weak sobs of pure despair.

"Your father required your presence." This caught Nico's attention. His dad tried, Nico knew this. Hades had been trying since Nico was fourteen, but Nico figured Hades wouldn't notice if he was in there or not.

Despite his better judgment, Nico sniffed once and pushed himself up from his bed. He nodded to the servant, who scurried off, and Nico hesitated for a moment before leaving the comfort of his room.

The winding hallways of Hades castle were confusing, but after a few years of practice he knew them as well as anything. He quickly made his way to the throne room, passing portraits and hung candles. finding his father sitting there. The chair next to him was empty, Nico thought of the summer back in the living world. Of the sun, of the beach at camp, of Percy standing there trying to get him to 'just swim, Nico. You aren't made of flour, are you?'.

Gods, why couldn't he just get over it?

"I was wanted, father?" Nico tried to make his voice sound stable, though it just barely trembled as he looked up at his father.

"I know of your pain, Nico." His father's voice had always been cold, but now just the smallest hint of pain seeped through the cracks. Nico cringed at the statement. He knew, of course he knew. A silence fell over them for a long moment before Hades spoke again, "Do you love him?"

Nico almost took a step back, does he love percy jackson? He averted his eyes from the gaze of his father. He must. Of course he loved him, he couldn't imagine a world where he didn't. He couldn't imagine any version of himself being okay if Percy Jackson married Annabeth Chase.

The silence must've said enough.

"Son, do you want him?"

Nico felt the pit open in his stomach. He knew he did.

Slowly, painfully, he nodded. Yes. Yes he did. More than anything.

"Come here, son."

As his father told him what to do next, Nico felt a cold sense of dread. A horrible feeling, the knowledge that it was horrible to even consider it. And the worst feeling of knowing he wanted to. He wanted it more than he'd ever like to admit.

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Percy was barely awake when he heard the knock on his door. He was exhausted. He'd been exhausted since he was twelve, maybe it was catching up to him

He groaned as he pushed himself up off the coach, he wasn't expecting a package. Part of him wondered if it was Annabeth, a part of him hoped it wasn't.

As much as he hated it, he had started to dread being with her. Was she great? Sure. Did he love her? He thought so. He really thought he did. Though, lately, he had started to question it.

It started small, a twinge of irritation when she'd show up announced. The way he didn't always want to kiss her. The way he felt when a pretty boy smiled at him. The guilt when his heart stuttered when he thought that pretty boy was Nico di Angelo.

Maybe things were just getting...old. Maybe they needed something new.

Then she asked him to marry her.

He wanted to say no, he just... didn't wanna deal with her after the fact.

Percy was relieved when it wasn't Annabeth, which he hated himself for.

He hated himself more when his ears reddened when he saw Nico di Angelo holding a bottle of wine.

It's a solid five seconds of silence before Nico shoves the bottle into Percy's hands.

"Congrats." Nico tried to smile, but there was an air of anxiety surrounding him.

"..thanks." Percy took it, not bothering to read the label, "do you...wanna come in?" He stepped away from the door.

Nico didn't bother nodding, he just stepped into the apartment, letting Percy guide him to the living room. It was vaguely messy, as expected, but Nico sat on the couch. All he had to do was get Percy to drink some wine....

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Nico knew it was wrong. He knew his father put something in the wine. He told Nico to not drink a drop. Of course Nico made him promise it was safe for Percy, he didn't want to hurt him. His father said of course not, a little lotus never hurt anyone.

He knew it was wrong when he showed up there, pretending to be happy for him. He knew it was wrong when he asked Percy about Annabeth. He knew it was wrong when three glasses in Percy said he was worried about marrying her.

He knew it. Nico was right, of course.

".. What do you mean you're worried about marrying her?"

"I... I don't know. We started dating at fifteen, she was my first girlfriend ever and... I don't know.. maybe l want something...well.. new."

Nico could barely hide the small smile that broke out on his face.

"That's okay...you dont have to be with her, you know?"

"But it would ruin just about everything."

"..Then ruin it."

Percy's eyes started to drift shut, only to be forced open again, a denial of the lotus petals. Percy shook this head.

He felt horrible when Percy finally spoke up.

"I don't know why I'm telling you this. I shouldn't be. You should...you should go." His head was tilted down, resting on his left hand.

Nico sighed, pursed his lips, slight tremors in his hands as he pushed himself up from the coach. Percy looked up for a moment, gods why was he so tired?

A small bubble of confusion rose in his chest as nico stood over him, but his eyes were already shut when he felt the press of Nico's lip over his.

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He woke up with someone pressed into his chest, dark hair nuzzled into his neck. His vision was burry, but he could make out a unfamiliar room and the drop of wine sliding down his face. He could taste pomegranate in his mouth.

"I'm so sorry..." The small voice whispered, though Percy didn't quite understand, slipping back into a dead sleep. He was blisfully unware of Nico crying into his neck, the pomegranate wine that had slid down his throat, and the fact that he was now forever bound to the land of the dead.