Percy Jackson Fanart Nico Novels & Stories

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.

She glanced down again at her tablet, and when she looked back up, her eyes flicked briefly to mine, searching my face as if bracing for the impact her words would have. “His name”, she said slowly, “is Nico.” My stomach dropped like a stone into water. Cold fear surged through me, colliding with fury. Nico. The same man who’d nearly destroyed Jace on the ice. The one who smiled with poison behind his teeth. What did he want this time? To watch me dance? To toy with me? Or… was this another move in his game against Jace? The air in the room felt heavier, suffocating. For the first time that night, I wished Bam had been the only one I needed to worry about.

His hands trembled as he tried to gather the last vial, then froze again when he realized she was staring. “You’re… her,” he whispered. “The Voidbringer.” Astrid didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Because the bond was there—not just scent, but pull. A low, undeniable drag in her gut that screamed: Mine. But he was… Tiny. Terrified. Omega. And she was… Death incarnate. “Name,” she said coldly. He jumped. “N-Nico. Nico Larkspur. I—I’m a healer’s assistant. Just a trainee, really. They didn’t tell me you’d—”

I asked rudely. Nico shooed his guards away then eyed me. "I like my prey to be moving," He said with a devilish grin, and I wanted to toss my cookies. "You are disgusting!" I spat back. "Well, I hope you will see I am not that bad. Plus, you are stuck with me for life," Nico laughed. "I will never like you! I will only tolerate your pathetic ass for my daughter," I retorted.

"I'll look forward to it." I blinked, totally bewildered. How many chapters of this story had I missed? Once she walked away, I turned to Jace as he packed up his brushes. "You do realize she's with Nico, right?" I warned him. "And Nico hates your guts. You better stay away from her if you don't want him making my life a living hell on the ice." "Relax, mom," Jace scoffed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "She just likes my artwork and wanted a portrait. It's really not that deep."

“I just like watching you panic for once.” Elena gave him a look that could kill. Nico grinned and ducked behind his laptop. *** By mid-afternoon, the penthouse was noisy again. Sophie and Rose sprawled on the living room floor with crayons, Rosa was trying to convince them that vegetables weren’t evil, and Nico had dropped by with a “work emergency” that was really just an excuse to raid the fridge. “Elena,” Nico said dramatically, holding up Sophie’s drawing. “This child has talent. Look at this masterpiece.”

"Lycan King, this man is trying to talk to you." My gaze fixed on the man, my memory clicked into place. Nico. Anna's best friend! What the hell? I remembered the jealousy that had once clawed at me in his presence, his connection with Anna clear even then. "Hmm... I think I saw you somewhere. Who are you?" My tone held a mix of familiarity and wariness. "Lycan King... I'm honored to talk to you. I'm Nico. I'm Anna's best friend," he began, his eyes reflecting a combination of urgency and desperation.

It felt like it lasted forever, wave after wave. I lay there trying to catch my breath, my chest heaving up and down, my body still tingling all over. My mind felt fuzzy and warm. This was crazy — wanting this older man, my dad’s best friend, this badly. But lying here with him, feeling everything he just did, I knew I hadn’t made the wrong decision. This felt right in a deep, dangerous way. Nico pulled his fingers out gently. He looked at me with dark, hungry eyes, then brought his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, tasting every drop of me. Without a word, he reached down and grabbed my ponytail, wrapping my hair tight around his fist.