Percico/Nico di Angelo One-Shots

Late Night Kisses [Percico]

Headcanon at top/side.

Percy dreamed of a guardian angel.

In actuality, it was just Nico.

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Nico waited until all of the camp was asleep. Then, he shadow traveled to Cabin 3.

As he walked in, he noticed the cabin was a mess.

Shirts, socks, and other articles of clothing were strewn around on the floor. Empty Coke bottles were littered on the bunks and ground.

And there, sleeping soundly with drool dribbling out of his mouth in a fine stream, was the one and only Perseus Jackson.

Percy was tangled up in his bedsheets, his Camp Half-Blood shirt was wrinkled, and he had on his boxers. One sock was on his foot, the other lost in the piles on the floor.

As per every night, he kneeled down next to him, placing his right hand softly on his chest. Nico could feel his heartbeat, the rhythm almost soothing.

Oh, there was only so much he would give to be in the son of the sea god's arms right now, to be warmed from the inside out.

Nico tried to take his hand back, but Percy mumbled incoherently and gripped it, intending not to let go.

Nico blushed such a bright shade of red, a tomato would be jealous. Here he was, his crush holding his hand, and he wasn't even conscious.

So, Nico let Percy hold his hand. After all, he'd be gone by morning, why not let him have his last contact with Nico, even while still in the realm of Morpheus (god of dreams).

He whispered to Percy, as he did every time he came. Things like:

"Hey, you know, you do drool in your sleep."

"Mrs. O'Leary wanted to see you today."

But what he favored most of all, was saying:

"Ti amo, Percy. Vorrea che tu fossi mio."

As the clock on Percy's wall struck 11:00 PM, Nico gently pried his hand from Percy's grip. As always, he planted a kiss on his cheek, and shadow traveled away to the Underworld. Before though, he whispered one last thing:

"A presto, mio principe del mare."

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The next morning, Percy awoke with his hand on his chest, which was strange, because he remembered it behind his back when he fell asleep.

Shrugging it off, he noticed something. His cheek was tingling. The sensation slowly spread to the rest of his body. Strangely, Percy relished it.

The tingling wasn't unusual; he had felt it quite a few times.

As the son of Posiedon stood up to stretch, something dropped to the floor. Percy picked it up and examined it.

It was a silver skull ring. To be more specific, it was Nico's silver skull ring. Percy was confused. He couldn't recall the dark son of Hades visit his cabin once.

Percy pressed a hand to his cheek, the one that had tingled, and then looked at the ring.

And then the Ghost King was on his mind all day, with no intention of leaving.

A/N: Hey!! So, it has been a while since I have written a one-shot, and I'm really sorry!!

Um, this is my first Percico one-shot, so I hope you enjoyed it!

Until we meet again!!

Translations:

Ti amo, Percy: I love you, Percy.

Vorrea che tu fossi mio: I wish you were mine.

A presto, mio principe del mare: See you soon, my Sea Prince.

(Thank you to someone_dying for the corrections on the Italian!)

Xoxo,
Princess_Moon_Angel