22, iapetus/percy please
"I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."
Percy didn't know how exactly he'd gotten into this situation. They were enemies. Like yeah Iapetus was... well good looking, powerful, cool, intelligent- not that any of that mattered.
They were enemies.
Enemies who currently had to work together because the Titans hated their mom only helping their half-siblings and their mom was pissed that they weren't siding with her and so we were all trapped in Tartarus together but Percy and his best friend Annabeth had gotten separated (Gods he hoped she was okay, he couldn't live with himself if she died down here-) and now he was with Iapetus and Iapetus was very good looking and was very smart and-
And they were enemies.
They were enemies and he was currently pressed against a wall with Iapetus smirking down at him (bastard was tall and damn it if that wasn't hot).
"What?" he managed to squeak out, not focusing on Iapetus' arm pressed above his head or his vicious and very pretty smirk and glittering eyes and-
"I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice," Iapetus repeated, head tilted and practically oozing smugness. "I do have eyes."
"Hadn't noticed," Percy choked out, definitely not looking at his shining silver eyes that seemed brighter than the fucking moon right then.
Iapetus laughed, leaning closer.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah," Percy snipped. "Here I was thinking you used echolocation to get around."
"Would be a fun method I'm sure," he crooned. "But no, I have eyes and I see how your eyes drift."
"Dunno what you mean," Percy insisted again.
No matter what feelings he had towards Iapetus, they were enemies and Iapetus wasn't exactly known for being nice to his enemies. He was pretty, powerful, intelligent, and oh so dangerous. That was a bad combo. Definitely bad. Percy did not swoon a bit whenever Iapetus did something devastatingly powerful no he did not.
Iapetus' spear tapped the ground and Percy swallowed.
"No idea? Your eyes just lock onto me for fun?"
"We're enemies," Percy said, voicing the thought that he'd been screaming at himself the last three days. "Just have a truce."
Just a truce, Hyperion had said when he'd proposed the team up.
Just a truce, Annabeth had agreed when they'd accepted the assistance.
Just a truce, Iapetus had promised when he'd gutted an enemy trying to take Percy's head off.
Just a truce, Percy had reminded himself when he'd desperately wanted to see if Iapetus' abs were has hard as they looked.
"It is just a truce," Iapetus agreed. "But then, I might be inclined to keep such a pretty little demigod."
Percy did not flush at that. He did not. If he did it was out of anger, not- not something warm and flattered and flustered. He was angry not guilty hopeful.
They were enemies.
"We've still gotta escape Tartarus," he said very solemnly and not in a squeak at all.
"Hmm," Iapetus leaned down, his mouth brushing Percy's ear. "I suppose we do, pretty demigod. But who knows what will happen after."
He pulled back with a positively wolfish smile and then stepped back, gracious and elegant and radiating smugness.
Percy took a long moment to force himself to take deep breaths and to not melt into the ground.
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“You have horrible taste.”
Will shoots him an exasperated look. “I know,” he says, shoving a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth before speaking because he’s disgusting, “just look at the company I keep. Revolting.”
Nico kicks him in the shin. He dodges, laughing through the pain when he slams his knee against the rickety table in his attempt to flinch away. Nico smiles, satisfied.
“That’s what you get for being a basic bitch.”
“That is not what I get for being a basic bitch! That’s what I get for falling for the biggest grouch at camp!”
Despite himself, Nico flushes, ears going as red as the plastic spoon hanging out of his boyfriend’s mouth. He busies himself with his cone, looking anywhere but at bright blue eyes and a wide, teasing smirk.
“I can’t believe I let myself be seen with you.”
“…Baby.”
Nico shivers involuntarily at the sugar-sweet rumble of Will’s voice, the dragging twang and dropped octave. He meets Will’s eyes like his head was dragged upright with a magnet, melting faster than his ice cream at the heated look he finds there.”
“What,” he manages, well aware his voice cracks and choosing to ignore it. It’s one thing to die of mortification, it’s a whole other thing to go without any dignity at all. He will not be so weak to one godsdamn pet name — he’s the Ghost King.
(Even if the pet name is accompanied by a warm hand on his wrist and fanning gold eyelashes.)
(He has standards.)
(And a reputation!)
(…Gods, though.)
(Will looks good in a tank top.)
“Nothin’,” Will says, holding his hands up in false surrender, “I jus’ think it’s real funny —” he sets down his ice cream, patting his face with a napkin — “that you put on this whole grouch an’ grumble routine, darlin’ —” his voice drops low to a whisper, and Nico leans forward without meaning to, slowly meeting him across the sticky table —“‘cause anyone with eyes can see —” he tilts his face and Nico inhales sharply, lips barely brushing his with every word — “how far-gone badly you are for me.”
“Gods, you’re full of yourself,” Nico gasps, and lets the ice cream fall from his hands and splat on the table as he busies them with sliding into Will’s hair, yanking him close, and proving him absolutely, undoubtedly right.
He tastes like vanilla.
Nico doesn’t mind so much, this way.
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I've been writing and reading fanfics where Nico is so madly in love with Will, enchanted, desperate for his boyfriend, and is so strange to see people's reactions to TSATS, things like "omg, Nico is showing emotions!" or "Nico loves Will *surprised noises*" because...
Yeah, that's Nico. He is in love. He's dumb for his boyfriend. THAT BOY INVENTED LOVE JUST FOR HIS CURLY HAIR BOYFRIEND. his perfect gorgeous lovely boyfriend and he shouldn't be kissing him all the time? Hugging him? Holding his beautiful hands and never let it go?
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Notice how Percy and Jason are like HEAD over heels for their girls whenever they're covered in soot/dirt?? It seems to be a turn on for both of them 😭 Like Percy calling Annabeth hot when she was covered in dirt in tartarus, saying that it made her look badass, and Jason saying that Piper was the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on when she was completely covered in mud, her hair was tousled and was missing a boot. Also, calling her cute when she was in her two days clothes.
Both of them had seen their girls in a much better state (Piper getting claimed by Aphrodite and getting all fancy, Annabeth dressed in a pretty Greek dress in sea of monsters) Yet they both prefer their disheveled/dirty looks better.
Jason and Percy are bf goals idc>>>
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