Percy Jackson Fanart Nico Novels & Stories

I ask looking between the besties. “Oh, honey Nico is in his late thirties looks like fucking adonis and has a body that I would pay to lick his sweat off of” Sran says fanning himself off dramatically. “So, we send my bestie to the unknown with a demigod who’s most likely packing a fucking anaconda in his pants did I get that right?” I ask with a small smirk, feeling both bad for my stepsons and sort of glad for my bestie.

I manage a small smile and hug her back. She pulls away, pouting dramatically as her hands roam over my face. “You abandoned me, girl. How could you be so mean?” I laugh weakly. “Come on, Gabby. You know me. I’d rather rot in bed than go out.” She opens her mouth to say something, then stops. Her gaze freezes over my shoulder. Her eyes widen, pupils dilating like she’s just spotted Hades himself walking through the door. I turn. Nico stands a few feet away. All black clothes, hard jaw, and darker eyes.

“No.” “You don't even know anything about her.” I knew Oliver was her best friend but clearly that wasn't what Jace wanted… I don't even know why I felt the need to be defensive in my thoughts. “Still no, Fuck off!” Just look at you,” Nico barked out a laugh. “Mr. Possessive Boyfriend.” He pointed dramatically at me before looking around the group. “I just want everyone to know that I’m only here for this show because this shit is absolutely bonkers.”

From the back, Damien muttered under his breath, “Touch him again and I’ll break your hand.” Nico kept directing. “Open the shirt more. Show more of that tattoo. Perfect. Now give me the fuck-me eyes. Yeah, just like that.” Kai shifted uncomfortably. “Can we tone it down a bit? I’m not shooting for an adult magazine here.” Nico waved his hand. “This is art. Trust me. One more pose. Get on your knees for me. Hands on the floor. Look up.” Kai hesitated but did it. “Like this?”

You are the one I could never lie to. We topped the stairs, and my eyes went to the wall art; I'd never paid much attention to it before, but now I saw the walls held various pictures of Santa Monica landmarks. As I look at them, I wonder how many of these places Harley has been. 'Nick, you're procrastinating. The sooner we get it, the sooner we get on with finding her.' 'Stop rushing me, Zeek, can't I admire the artwork?'

But Nico’s roving hand on my thigh had my attention going south. “No, thanks for the offer, Zane, but I’ll be fine. Darius and his warriors will come with me and I have the others at the mansion.” Nico said while drawing tiny circles on my leg and making me break out in gooseflesh. I placed my hand over his to stop him, but he took my hand away and held it firmly over his growing bulge. God, he was insatiable. ‘In front of everyone, Nico…’ I mind linked him but when I glanced at his face, he looked back at me with nothing but innocence on his face.

"Your name is Elena. You love sour things, and you hate thunderstorms. Your eyes turn into little crescents when you laugh. You don't like rainy days. On those days, you like to curl up in my arms and stay inside. You like to hold onto something when you sleep, so every night, I give you my arm to lean on." He read it to me, line by line. "What about you?" I asked. Nico ruffled my hair and smiled. "I'm Niccolo, but you can call me Nico. I'm the most important person in your life, and I'm the one you love most. Most importantly, I'm the man who promised to take care of you forever." He leaned down and kissed me softly. The breeze, carrying the scent of lemon blossoms, danced through my hair a

My expression was calm, but the look in my eyes was enough to make Nico’s lively chatter stop short. “I believe you’ve found something for me,” I declared with an air of confidence. “I did, and you will thank me—or actually, just treat me to a nice steak,” Nico suggested as he pulled out his laptop, typed in a few keys, then turned it to face me. On the screen was demographic data of a man. Not just any man—the man who had decided to stand between me and Sienna. The picture wasn’t clear, clipped from CCTV footage at the café where Nico had met her. There were a few more photos, all blurry and unclear. But his distinct features were visible: platinum blond hair, piercing grey eyes, and the re

I clasped my hands together to stop their shaking, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "I'm begging you," I said, my voice breaking slightly. "Please help me. Nico is everything to me. He's gentle and kind and brilliant, and he doesn't deserve to waste away in that hospital bed believing he's worthless. When I met him at Columbia, he was painting this beautiful piece called 'Romantic Encounter,' and he told me it was about finding love when you least expect it."

“You know I only downloaded I*******m again to check that guy’s tattoo design…” Lucas turned. Slowly. Dangerously. “The guy who keeps liking your selfies and calling you pretty boy in your DMs?” Nico blinked. “He said I had good bone structure.” Lucas cocked a brow. “And that made you smile like a teenager with a crush?” “I always smile like that.” “Not at me.” That one hit. Nico’s bottom lip wobbled, just slightly. “Lucas…” But Lucas turned away again, folding shirts methodically, muscles in his back tensing under the soft stretch of his white tee. Silent. Cold.