Two demigods have one night of drinking and find themselves changing their lives. However, is it for the better? Nico di Angelo and Percy Jackson have a one-night stand. While it's always bad to sleep with your friend, it's even worse when one of th...
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~Since there are no freaking MPreg reference pictures for 20 weeks, this is what Nico's bump looks like, but on a dude~
The dream was horrible. Absolutely horrible. Percy remembered every detail of it. Nico's, already pale, skin was even more pale, the blood draining from his body, the pigment in his cheeks fading as Percy was restricted from getting to his body, he was stuck by invisible bonds and could not help the son of Hades.
People were laughing, ridiculing him, calling it hopeless, a lost cause, a doomed relationship, that Nico dying iwas for the best.
He was bound to something, something that hurt, but not near as bad as seeing what he saw. There were tears in Nico's eyes as he took his last breath, cuts covering him, his hand protectively placed on his stomach.
Nico whispered for Percy to save the baby, to do everything to save the baby, but he couldn't. Not only was it overly premature, he was also stuck, and Nico was dying and he kept calling out for someone to stop it, for someone to please help him, but no one did. They never did.
Percy was then being shaken awake. "Nico," He whispered, not believing his eyes. It was a dream. He sat up a bit, still looking at Nico. He patted the couch next to him so the other boy would no longer have to kneel on the floor. The son of Hades did just that and Percy gripped the pale hand like it may disappear. "Nico," He repeated, a bit more loud an audible, still not believing his eyes.
Nico took the hand Percy wasn't grasping to wipe the tears away from his eyes. Percy held on to Nico's hand, the dream repeating itself in his head. He looked at the hand in disbelief. "You were," Percy's voice faltered, the thought of that actually happening being too much. "You had , you died, and she died, and you were gone, Nico you were dead, you had died," He told the other boy, not knowing what else to do.
Nico got closer to the son of Poseidon, which the taller boy highly appreciated. Feeling the other boy close to him was calming, being able to hear the breaths the other boy was taking calmed Percy down.
"I'm not though, we're right here," Nico took the hand Percy was holding and placed it on his bump, the baby safely in the son of Hades, kicking lightly. "She's right here,"
Percy held back all the tears he could. "They killed you, I couldn't do anything, they just -" Percy took his hand and placed it on Nico's face. He stroked the pale cheek, that even though pale, and in shitty lighting, still had a dash of color, color showing he was alive and breathing.
"Perce, it's okay," Nico said, cutting off Percy's delusional sentence.
The son of Poseidon only nodded but kept his hands on the warm cheek. He looked into the wide eyes of the son of Hades, then trailed down to his pink lips. His very soft looking lips, then back to his eyes. The boy in front of him was so beautiful.
Perfect. Perfect and beautiful. Those were the words, not the only words, but words that described Nico di Angelo. "T-Tell me not to do this," Percy said, leaning closer to the son of Hades, aware that he may not be ready for something so soon after a break up and not wanting to do anything the other didn't want. "If you don't want this, I need you to tell me," The tan boy said, leaning even closer.
