a/n: i already finished writing this fic so it'll update weekly!!!!
ofc pjo doesn't belong to me it belongs to ricky boi (give me the series rn. or the solangelo book. pls)
IMPORTANT Y'ALLS: okay it contains mentions of smegsual harassment (attempt), attempted suicide, uwu bianca's death, suidical thoughts, and yeah. I'll put a tw tho and li'l bold stars before the actual thing happens
my life's motto is making shit covers with shit canva templates and the same darn font to piss fluffy_mayo off girl fight me
wrote this for forestgirlfb my beloved besto friend light of my life ilysm
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Nico stares at the child, and its cruel, beady eyes stare back at him. The thing is small, so small that if he kicks the little basket-thing it's in, it would probably be hidden by the nearby bush. Out of sight, out of mind. He considers doing it for a moment. He doesn't know why, but the child gives him a weird feeling, one of unease.
"Whose kid is that?" asks a groggy Will, sneaking up behind him, and Nico nearly jumps out of his skin.
The baby smiles, and Will raises a brow, "It looks like you,"
"It's not my kid, and it doesn't look anything like me,"
"It's small, like you. It has black hair, like you"
Nico settles simply for glaring at him instead of answering. He's not small, and is a man of average height thank you very much.
"Bring it inside," Will says, staring at the baby in apprehension, as though suspecting that it might grow another head.
"Why?" Nico asks, disdain evident.
"Leaving babies out to die is unethical, asshole,"
Nico doesn't respond and picks up the child's basket, shuffling inside awkwardly. It isn't heavy, honestly, just weird.
He sets the child down on their kitchen counter, and shushes it, "Good little humans don't cry, okay?" The child starts wailing. Obviously.
Will glares at him, wincing as he covers his ears in a weak attempt to protect himself against the tiny demonic being. His fluffy blonde hair seems to amuse the kid, and it tries to grab it. Will snatches his hair back, alarmed, and the kid cries louder.
"Fucking kids," Will mutters, trying to shush the baby.
The wailing only gets louder, as tears start rolling down the kid's fat cheeks. She has no teeth but two, her mouth an endless expanse of gums. Nico cringes.
"Who the fuck-" Percy, who's been unceremoniously woken by the wailing, pauses, midway. He's halfway down the staircase, hair mussed and cowlick prominent. He stares at the child, who stares right back, suddenly silent.
"Is Male preg real?" Is his first question as he eyes the child, hesitant?
"What? No!" Will replies, indignant.
"Then how'd you two...uh..." He trails off, gesturing towards the child.
"It's not our kid," Nico protests, "At least, not mine. Besides, it came with a note,"
"All threats come with notes," Percy notes.
"It isn't a threat, it's a child," Will rolls his.
"Effective of killing us. Plus, a child left at our doorstep,"
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