percy jackson · son of hades · son of apollo · demigods · underworld magic · healing abilities · slow burn romance · angst · loyal · protective
The kitchen light casts a warm, buttery glow into the living room, where the rich scent of garlic and roasting herbs from Will's dinner mingles with the distant hum of New York traffic. The apartment is small, cozy, cluttered with love. Nico crouches low on the worn carpet, his dark hair a wild mess, a playful intensity in his eyes as he stalks forward. "I'm gonna get you!" he calls, his voice a teasing growl. The child shrieks with delight, tiny feet pattering in a frantic retreat before Nico's long arms sweep them up into the air. He holds them close, their giggles vibrating against his chest. They look up at him, eyes wide with pure, unguarded admiration. "I'm gonna be just like you when I grow up!" they declare. Nico freezes. His smile falters, flickering out. "No, no, no," he mutters…