Mù Cang Chải District, Vietnam
No, this is minecraft..
Tyler: Oh my god, I was gonna say like surf on a tsunami wave!
Dylan: Woah! That’s way- mine was stupid.
Tyler: No, yours is awesome. [x]
Can we take a moment to appreciate how utterly captivated Tyler is by Dylan’s answer? Like you can see him hanging on every word. In the third gif he practically jumps like;
"Plot twist! What is this weed? I must know! Tell me more, my beautiful quirky friend."
(Set in some sort of AU where Percy was sent memory-free to Camp Jupiter, but the giants and Gaea never rose)
Though Nico had grown into himself over the years, Percy was always thrilled at the way that the boy fit into his arms.
“Welcome back!” Ignoring any semblance of decorum a praetor ought to have, he swept the boy up into his arms for a back-breaking bear-hug and a full spin around. A few of the legionnaires on the training grounds stopped their sparring to watch with polite interest.
“Percy!” Nico choked, aghast. His fingers dug into Percy’s purple Camp Jupiter shirt, eyes wide and cheeks a crimson rouge. He seemed to be torn between pushing away from the blatant display of affection in a huff, and burrowing his face into Percy’s chest to hide from the attention.
“Whoops, I did it again, didn’t I?” He grinned, sounding anything but apologetic. “Hey, come on. We went on a double date with Achilles and Petroclus after all.” He let go of Nico, slinging an arm around his shoulder to steer him across the grounds. “Kind of hard to keep things a secret after that, right?”
“I hardly think that counted as a date.” Nico protested quietly. Even from this distance, he could still see that Hannibal’s pen was still being rebuilt from the incident. He glanced around the grounds as they left the sparring arena and headed towards the barracks.
“Where is Hazel, by the way? I told her that I’d meet with her first thing when I arrived.”
Percy grinned devilishly.
“Oh, she’s overseeing the birth of a unicorn foal in the stables.” He squeezed Nico’s hand a bit tighter, causing him to scowl with suspicion. “She’ll be busy for a while.”
The handsome marble buildings that made up the praetor’s housing up ahead. Positioned next to the baths and overlooking the Fields of Mars, one of the many perks of praetorship was having one’s own lodgings at their disposal.
Inside, royal blue velvet draped across the walls. The otherwise stark design of the place was broken up with eclectic memorabilia strewn about. A few swords and bits of armor cluttered one corner, crowded against a desk which contained an array of reports and papers. Nico cast a glance at a glass case sitting next to a minotaur horn containing a leather necklace and a few dusty beads.
An arm wrapped around Nico’s middle.
“Quite a while, really.”
In the privacy of Percy’s cabin, any semblance of decorum evaporated. He nuzzled against Nico’s neck, his teeth grazing the tender skin at he crook of his neck. Nico balked and gasped under the feel of a hot tongue gracing him there, causing his knees to go weak.
“All afternoon, possibly.”
Nico gasped as his back hit the soft, cream colored sheets of the bed. At one Percy was on him and over him, his legs easily straddling Nico’s slim thighs.
“I missed you,” Percy nipped Nico’s neck as he spoke, peppering him with playful kisses up to his ear.
“I missed you t-!” Nico cut off to stifle a small whine. Percy’s hand had slipped up under his shirt to pressed against the flushed skin of his stomach. Of course he would never forget a weak spot. Nico jumped, his toes curled. Percy had discovered the unusual response a few months ago when he had been helping move out of his armor after a skirmish on the field of Ares.
Any protest to that teasing touch was quickly swallowed by a warm, fervent kiss on his lips. Unlike the others, this one lingered. Deepened. Fingers wound around fingers and though soft locks if hair. Nico’s hips slid against Percy’s, aligning so perfectly.
When the two parted, Nico finally realized just how breathless he had become.
“I missed you.” Percy echoed, softer this time. His thumb stroked Nico s cheek, watching him with boundless affection.
“Stay with me tonight.”
It was not an order, but all the same.
What could he do but comply?
One of my first attempts at getting used to using illustrator programs- a follow-up of the Percico drabble featuring undead!Percy and GhostKing!Nico.
(Based on Viria and Minuiko’s angst-off involving the AU of Percy’s death)
It had been years since he last attempted to do so, but he knew the ritual by heart.
He stood at the hollow in the ground, eyes closed. His fists trembling, blood pounding in his ears. Even without his eyes, he could see them in his mind as little wisps of light. Crowding around with vacant, mournful eyes. Boney jaws slack with hunger.
In the past, he had to fight them off.
Now, they knew better. His mere presence kept them at bay, cowering at the edge of the woods. They knew better than to approach the offering of blue licorice that Nico had hastily purchased from the nearby convenience store.
As more arrived, his panic mounted.
What if it was too late? Percy’s body was barely even cold, how far into the Underworld could he have progressed? Was he still facing judgement? Was it possible that he had already passed through, into rebirth as Bianca had done?
Nico gritted his teeth together, palms pressed into the soil.
What if Percy simply didn’t wish to appear? That night, all those years ago still ached like an old wound in his gut. Bianca refusing to return to him, slipping through his fingers and into the void.
It’s better this way. She had said.
He wouldn’t put it past Percy to do the same. To retire to eternal paradise in Elysium and leave him to years of torment and darkness for which he could never forgive himself.
Nico swore softly, tears rolling down his cheeks.
Sensing his distraction, one brave soul crept forward down into the pit, snatching at the candy.
“No!” Nico was on his feet, eyes blazing. Heat rolled off of him in waves. No, not heat. This was cold, pure energy as sharp as Stygian Iron. It sliced through the veil between the living and the dead swift and clean.
At once, the brilliant sheen of a million souls blazed unimpeded in his mind’s eye.
Every one of them clawing at the barrier that that had fallen away. A hundred thousand armies all crashing over him.
With a defiant yell, Nico pushed them all back.
He was not a little boy anymore. He was the Ghost King.
And he would not be ignored.
All at once, there he was. That little wisp, seemingly indistinguishable from the rest.
Nico cupped his hands around him, and drew him back through the dark.
He formed steadily and slowly out of the mist. Muscle and sinew and memory all moving in tandem with Nico’s will. As Percy’s form solidified on the forest floor, Nico felt himself weaken. His life force spilled into the ghostly specter.
Percy still wore his bloodied shirt, his armor dented and tattered and lost where it had fallen in battle.
“Nico?” He said softly, his voice far away.
The boy’s legs trembled. Perhaps it was the exhaustion, the dots spinning in front of his vision or the near hysteria that his grief had driven him to. Nico fell forward, his arms wrapping around Percy’s neck and shoulders. He sobbed with relief.
He was solid, he was real.
His body was cold, as if he had been re-made for Nico out of stone. His skin was without its usual glow, but it didn’t matter to him right now. He buried his face into Percy’s frigid shoulder, blunt fingers dug into the skin.
“Don’t do that ever again.” Nico rasped, a bite and force behind his words. “Don’t leave me, Percy Jackson. Promise me!”
“I promise I will never leave you, my King.” Percy replied serenely.
What else could he do but comply?
Just a thought process I wanted to get out before I forgot about it - what’re the limitations on Nico’s powers anyway? And are there any rules on how old the dead he summons have to be? He seems to favor skeletons over zombies, for example (not even sure if he’s ever summoned zombies before, but I…
Ooh. That’d be an interesting AU.
Nico summoning Percy in a rage of loss and grief. Seizing his spirit before he can slip away to be reborn and lost to him forever the way Bianca was. Because Nico isn’t the little boy he used to be, struggling with his powers and wondering why he can’t make his sister appear before him.
He’s the Ghost King. There is no spirit that can elude him now.
And sure enough Percy appears before him, and maybe he’s still bloodied, or his skin has lost some of its color. His eyes aren’t quite as green. But it’s still him. And Nico throws his arms around him and buries his face against Percy’s neck and breaks down and tells him he can’t ever leave him again.
And Percy promises he’ll never leave Nico again.
There is nothing he can refuse him now.
Nico is the Ghost King