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Oh my Gods, yes. How did I not think of it. I'm sure you've already written a way better version of this. But I'm going to give it a shot if you don't mind.

(forgive me if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language and I am dyslexic)

I hope you like it.

For a rare occasion I was actually at the camp fire. I don't wanna hear it, Jason insisted. And, I will never admit this out loud but, he said some people were kinda picking on him. Or as he said 'making fun' of him. So here I am, on a late summer night. Sitting with him around the roaring fire. He's managed to convince me let him have my hand, I'm not a big fan but if it makes him feel better I couldn't care less. Most people have already left, leaving only a few people around us. Jason's talking to some Hermes kid, and I can't seem to decide if he sounds tired or nervous. I squeeze his hand, he squeezes back and I relax. Looking into the fire like it would do me any good, sitting here reminds me of meeting Hestia. She sat right were I'm sitting now. She hasn't been here for a while, she probably been busy.

I glace over to Jason as his fingers tense up in mine. Another Hermes kid (he's maybe 16) has joined their conversation. Jason shifts a tiny bit closer to me. Nervous. They haven't said anything rude or weird, but just having them here making him nervous and me mad. How do these boys think they are, I let go of his hand, firmly resting my arm around him. He eases slightly, putting his left hand over mine. We lock fingers. Out of nowhere, the older one decides it's time to test the waters. "I mean" He laughs "You're mother wanted nothing to do with you, your father doesn't either, and no one here wants you around. That must feel.." The words alone have me urging to jump up. But the tone, the audacity, the laughter, no God damn way I'm letting that happen. The younger Hermes kid laughs along. "So wonderful" The few other campers around look over. I chuckle and pull my arm back, raising from my seat next to him, a spot in the dark.

"What now?" I ask, my voice filing the silence. Even the crackling fire seems to go quiet at the challenge. The youngest boy shy's away from the fire. But I call him back "Don't think you can out run me" I warn. He returns to stand at the oldest side. The youngest is a little shorter than me, that would be an easy one. The oldest, about Jason's height, so half a head taller than me. Doesn't matter though. Jason tugs at my hand, I vaguely see him shake his head in the darkness. I shake his hand off. "Do wanna say that again?" I demand. The youngest who hadn't really said anything, shakes his head wildly. "N-no" He mutters. The oldest laughs crossing his arms. "You don't scare me. I said that no one wants-" I cut him off with a punch right in his mouth. Hopefully knocking out a few teeth. The youngest runs away, but I don't notice anything else then the fact that the oldest just hit the ground in front of me. I get in a kick between his legs, and curls on on his side. The only sounds left in the air is the sound of the fire and the bitch groaning. A few other campers chuckle. I crouch down beside him, feet in front of his face. There's a little blood dripping down his chin.

"Leave him alone, got it?" He grimaces and stutters "Y-you fucking psycho!" I chuckle and kick him square in the teeth. That'll hurt to fix. "Got it?" I repeat. Louder this time. "Yes yes!" He yells through the blood spilling out of his mouth. There's blood on my boots. I'll wash them "Nico" Jason's slapped his hand over his mouth. I push myself off the ground and walk back to where Jason is sitting in either awe or in disgust. "You didn't have to do that, I could have handle it on my own" He mutters. "We both know you won't gonna, so I did" I take his hand and pull him up. "Come on, let's get out of here before the little one comes back with Chiron" I say, turning to the firepit. As if on cue the fire dies down, so that everyone around it can see me standing here. "None of you say anything" I grumble. The few vague silhouettes nod, some chuckle and I chuckle along.

On the way back to my cabin, Jason argues with me over the fact that it was not necessary. I kindly remind him that all the times he defends me are not always necessary either. After that, he shut up, and just swings my hand back and forward in his.

Sure Jason is protective of Nico but you can be damn sure I’ll write one about Nico defending Jason.

Sick

I swing by the Hades cabin to wake up Nico. He hadn't been feeling that well last night, so I wanted to check on him. I knock on the door, shifting my book bag on my shoulder. There's no answer, so I knock again. Expecting to hear Nico yell back. There's nothing. Then suddenly, there's a noise. Almost like something being knocked over. So I open the door and step into the dark room. Gently closing it behind me. Nico's laying hunched over a bucket, both hands holding it up. He must have knocked it over. I drop my bag by the door and rush to his side. "Hey hey, what's wrong?" I ask throwing myself on the floor by him. There's vomit in the bucket. He's laying down on his side, upper body twisted over the side of the bed, head hanging over the bucket.

Nico groans, pealing his eyes open to look at me. "I, I think I'm sick" He heaves. I gently help him lay down on his back. I empty the bucket out the only window. Let's hope the grass likes puke. I set the bucket back down next to his bed. He looks pale, yet sweaty. I place my hand on his sticky forehead. He don't even jerk away or tell me off, he just lays there, he'd clearly just woken up. He's hot to the touch. I pull my hand back to myself. "Are you okay?" I cringe at my words, I know the answer already. "No" He grumbles. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Cold? Hot?" I rush. Nico brings his hand up. "Shush, just, shut up, for a second" He mutters, gently propping himself up on his elbows. Slowly getting up to the headboard. I half sit on the edge of the bed, Gently grazing my hand over his arm. He shivers in the already surprisingly hot cabin. Though his skin is warm and sticky with sweat. "Your hand's cold" He says, yanking his arm away from me, rubbing over the skin. "I'm cold" he adds, bringing his legs up to his chest. Oh gods, he's cold. In this heat. I shed my hoodie, and pass it to him. "No don't-" "I'm sweating, and you're cold. Just take it" I insist.

He does. Pulling it over his night shirt. Almost snuggling into the familiar fabric. "Why don't you take a shower? You know, warm up?" I ask. Nico Sniffles, great his nose is screwed too. "It's, something" He mutters. I go to grab his arm as he get's out of bed, but he waves me off. "I'm sick, not dying" "Just didn't want you to fall" I whisper. "I won't" He grunts, and proceeds to loose his footing and almost crash forward. He would have, if I didn't grab him. "Not dying?" I joke. He responds the way he always does when he get's something wrong. "Ha ha" I help him to the bathroom. At the door, he pointily shoves me off, and grabs the door nob. "You're not-" "Wasn't going to" I cut him off. "good" He murmurs, face slightly red. He yanks open the door. "Do you want me to go?" I inquire "No, No, Just don't come in" He murmurs shutting the door behind him.

"Alright" I mumble to myself. I grab the book on architecture I borrowed from the Athena cabin, and sit waiting by the bathroom. I slowly lose myself in the architecture of ancient Greece, page by page I sink further in. The world around me fuzzing out. It's a wonder that they had the book in English, most of their books are written in ancient Greek. Just like most of books in camp Jupiter and New Rome are written in Latin. Which, If you didn't know, I don't speak ancient Greek, obviously. But I do speak Latin. Now that I think about it, I think Nico speaks both. I was starting to to think that I was overreacting, when there was a loud crash from the bathroom. Shit. I practically throw the book and race up. I throw open the door to find a half dressed Nico on his butt in front of the sink. "What? What happened?"

Nico slaps his hand over his eyes. My hoodie and his shirt on the counter. His pants mid down. "What does it look like? I fell. Now get out" He mutters. "No" I say, shutting the door. I walk over to him, picking him op off the floor, He struggles a bit and I almost drop him. But eventually I get him down, Setting him on the sink counter. "Just go-" "No" "Look-"

"Nico, You need a shower, and you can't really stand on your own, Just let me help"

"It's embarrassing"

"You didn't mind last time"

Nico blushes "Last time, was different" He mutters. "How so?" I ask. He whacks me in the arm. "I wasn't sick" "So what?" I ask.

He sighs. "Fine"

I slip off the rest of his clothes, and for once he doesn't protest. I slip out of my own clothes too, Nico refuses to look at me as we step into the shower. He makes me stand in the corner, I don't mind though. Even naked I'm feeling warm enough. The shower is small enough that even from the corner, we're close enough that if he falls again I can catch him without a problem. I look up into the ceiling for a second, checking for spiders and other bugs. But there's nothing, so I return my attention to Nico, who's washing the sweat of his side. He's turned away from me. Which isn't really all that out of the ordinary, he usually won't look at me for the first 5ish minutes when we shower together. But he ever stays like that the whole shower

And sure enough, he soon turns to see me, I look back at him. Waiting. "Well come on" He grumbles. I chuckle and take a step closer. Gently laying my arms around his hips, He shivers at the cold contact and pulls me under the hot water with him. The sudden change of temperate making me tense up for a short moment. Before relaxing into the familiar thump of the almost scalding hot water. Nico relaxes into me, and I keep a firm grip on him. We stand like that for a while, until he pulls back from me and go about washing his hair. But I take over, like I always do, massaging the soap into his scalp. He stands, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of my hands. There's a small smile on his tired lips. For a second, he loses his balance but I straighten him up with a firm arm around his hips. "Thanks" He murmurs. "Mhm" I hum. I gently lean his head back under water, washing out the soap. I pull his face out from the water. Cradling his cheek.

He sniffles and I can't help but laugh a little. I rub soap over his neck, down his shoulder, his soft arms, his back. We both hum a song only we know. A song we made under the water, the hum of our bodies, the song of the water, the music of us. Our music. It sounds kinda silly, but it's a lovely feeling. To know we have something together. I know it's childish, but honesty, I don't care. Either of us ever really got to be kids, so I say, we get to be as childish as we like. I lean down a little but leans away. "I'll get you sick" He reasons "So what?" I gently grab onto his jaw and land a small peck on his wet lips. He leans up for a bit more, and I give in. Giving him a proper kiss. The only sound left is the water, running around us. His hand travels up my side and up to my neck. I pull away leaving Nico slightly out of breath. I chuckle and we get out. Drying off and getting dressed without a word.

I lend Nico a hand as we walk to his bed, I'd rather not risk another fall. He'd put my hoodie back on. And gods help me, he's looks so sweet, it's bit big on him, which is part of the charm. The sleeves are too long, the collar sags below his collarbone, and it hangs halfway down his ass. He looks cute in my clothes, he always does. Oh gods, he borrowed a pair of pants from me once, and they kept falling down, and even with a belt they kept slipping down when he walked. He's never asked me for a pair pants since. He lays back down in bed, his eyes droopy. He yawns and tugs the covers up. "I'll let you get back to bed" I say, getting up from my spot on the end of the bed. "No, stay" "Huh?" I turn back to see Nico sitting up again, "Won't you stay with me, just until I fall asleep?" He asks, his voice becoming hoarse. How I'm suppose to say no to that. "Sure, until you fall asleep" I go to take the chair but he reaches out for me, catching my wrist. "With me" He indicates. I chuckle, crawl into his bed, and wrap him up in my arms. Pressing him into my chest. He snuggles into my neck, relaxing. It takes maybe 7 minutes before he falls asleep. But I stay here, holding him close. It doesn't take to long for me to fall asleep either.

Headache

I yawn, sitting up in bed. A splitting headache is the first thing I'm met with it. Fuck. This is gonna a rough day. I get out of bed, the ultra white walls not helping my headache. I grab my Camp Jupiter shirt, then remember that I'm at Camp half-blood, and get a Camp half-blood shirt out instead. I get dressed and head out to breakfast. I eat half heartly. Not really hungry but I force it down. I'm half asleep at my table, I almost fall into my food several times. The sun's too bright and it's annoying my eyes even more. Only now do I realize, I forgot my glasses. After breakfast I take the short way back to my cabin and get them. But the short way is still way too fucking long. I take the short cut to the arts and crafts area, the sun getting in my eyes all the way. I take the only open chair and listen to the teacher. No one bothers me about being late. The teacher bring in up a Aphrodite boy, getting him to lazy about in a round chair with a white fluffy blanket. Great, paint. This is gonna be messy. I grab a pencil and try to sketch the scene. I set down the canvas for a second, holding my head. I take a deep breath, and pick up the pencil again. Continuing to sketch for a while. I shift so I'm not getting the sun in my eye as much. I move on to the paint. I'm in a haze for the rest of class, looking up, painting, stopping, getting some water, looking up again, painting again, stopping again, and getting more water. The class ends, and my painting is finished. It looks okay, it's good, considering the state I'm in. There's paint all over my hands, so I head to sink and scrub it off. "Are you okay?" It's an Athena camper, She looks worried. "I've got a bad headache" Only after saying that, do I realize that I'm taking to Annabeth. Fucking shit man, this is really bad. "What you got after this?" She asks. "Um, I've got, um" I rub my eyes. "Wall climbing" I say finally. "Maybe you should stop by the infirmary first" She says. "No, it's only other thing I have today" I mutter.

"Oh right, you're still on half days, cause of the whole temple design thing. Just make sure you stop by the infirmary after" "I will" She gently pats my shoulder and walks away. I head of to the climbing wall, which is also too fucking far away, I just wanna go back to bed and hide from the sun. Does Apollo hate me or something, with glint of it, my headache becomes worse. This can not be normal. I just need to get through this class, and go back to bed. I should get this check out. I mean it's not the first time, but it's definitely the worst one I've had. I drag myself to the climbing wall. I'm put with the Ares kids and the Dionysus kid i can't remember the name of. As we go about class, I'm more clumsy then usual, I lose my footing, I fall, and I can't seem to focus. Chiron pulls me off to the side, halfway through class. "Is something wrong?" He asks. "Sorry, I'm off my game today, I've got a real bad headache, just looking at the sun or light makes it worse" I mutter. "I think it'd be better if you just go to the infirmary before you get seriously injured" I can't even look at him, He's standing in the sun. "Yeah, okay" i murmur and leave for the infirmary. My body's a bit heavy, it's hard to walk, my head is ponding, and I'm sweating in the summer heat. It's feels like I've been shot through my forehead. I was suppose to draw up some more temples today, but in this state, I won't be able to do anything. I think I'll have to lay with my head buried into my pillow. The Zeus cabin doesn't have curtains, so the sun just streams in though the windows. I come up on the step of the big house, stopping at a pillar, holding onto for a second to balance myself. Then push on. I'm seen by Will, who's quite concerned. "You say, the sun makes it worse?" He asks. "Mhm, the sun, any sort of noise, focusing on anything that's written" I wave my hand around a bit as I explain.

"Okay" Will says, making his voice low and soft. "I don't think that's headache, I think you might have migraines" "What?" I ask. "Um, A migraine is, i guess a more intense headache that you can't really do a lot about. You should just find a quite, and dark room to lay in" "That's all I can do?" "Sorry" He whispers. "Where I am suppose to find that, my cabin is the fucking opposite" I grunt. "I'm really sorry" Will repeats. "Would you like me to get Nico?" Will asks. I nod and Wil leaves me alone on the cot. I fell back on it and close my eyes. I haven't seen Nico all morning, seeing him now is the only real thing I want. I want his arms around me, I crave his touch, his touch wouldn't make it go away, but having him around during times like these is the only thing that makes me feel better. I wanna be held and be only with him. I throw my arm over my eyes, incasing myself in darkness. The rustling of the infirmary around me. I shuffle on my side and curl in on myself. Pain blooming out from head. It's almost like my head is made of metal that's being overheated. I'm sweating more then ever, My clothes are sticking to my skin. There are gently fingers on my hand, grazing up my wrist. I peal my eyes open, seeing Nico crouched down in front of me. "Let's get you to my cabin, that's dark and quite" He whispers to me. I mumble out a sound for yes, sitting up and getting out of the cot. Nico links my arm with his, lending me outside. He halts us just outside the door of the big house. Pulling me to the side so we wouldn't be in the way of anyone wanting to leave. He wraps his arms around me, and I relax into his touch. Letting my head drop onto his shoulder. He runs his hand up and down my back. "I'm sorry you have to through this" He whispers twisting his head and presses a light kiss on the place where my shoulder meets my neck.

I snuggle into his skin. That underworldly, pomegranate smell. He's the only one who has that smell. He pulls back from me, linking his arm with mine. I keep my eyes on the ground as he walks us to the Hades cabin. He hums lowlily as he unlocks the door, he grabs my hand and guides me into the dark cabin. It's not completely dark but darker then mine. It's not the first time he's bought me back here when I'm having a day like this. It's actually the norm when I'm having a headache- no a migraine. He sits me down on his bed, and he goes around drawing the curtains. I take off my shoes, Nico always insists on it, He's told me it's just a thing from his childhood, he says it's makes living here easier for him. I get comfortable in his bed, laying down on the right side, which had become my side. The Hades cabin is the prefect place to be on a day like this. It's a good while away from the other cabins and a fucking long while away from mine. So it's pretty quite. I've started spending the night here more often, especially on days like this. My head hurts so bad. I vaguely see Nico bend down to take off his own shoes. I relax into the soft mattress. I close my eyes, hoping to get some sleep. I hear Nico shed his jacket and lay down with me. The bed creaking a bit under his weight. I peak my eyes open a tiny bit, turning on my side. He's laying on his side too. His eyes are gently, gazing at me with love. I tug on his shirt, a small hint we've made. He shuffles over, gentle arms wrap around me. I shift down a little, laying my head in the crook of his neck. I breath in his sent, relaxing into his hold. He slips his hand under my shirt, resting his surprisingly warm hand on my lower back. I snuggle my face into the skin of his neck. The pain doesn't go away, but having Nico around is a good distraction. The soft, gentle touch's of his hands, the light brushes of his fingers.

This is the best distraction I've found so far. And a good reason to spend more time with Nico. I shift a little. A hand runs through my out grown hair. Almost petting my hair as a small consolation. I've been in this pain for about 3 or so hours now. It should be over when I wake up again. My body goes completely limp in his arms. Even through the pain, I slowly fall asleep. I open my eyes a couple of times, but they're too heavy, and they fall closed again. It only feels like a couple of seconds, but when I fully wake up, it's getting dark outside. Nico's by the door, talking in a very hushed tone with who I think might be Annabeth. I yawn and sit up, there's a very small buzz in my head. The migraine's gone, replaced by a very very slight headache. They both fall quite and look back to me. They don't say anything, but the question is still there. "I'm okay" I murmur, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. "Is the migraine gone?" Nico whispers. "Mhm" I mumble, pulling the covers off and almost rolling out of bed. "What time is it?" I murmur, clinging to Nico's arm. Annabeth chuckles. "6:30, dinner time" she says. I shiver a bit in the summer air. Nico slings his arm around me. "You cold?" "A bit" I say. Nico lends me his coat, which is a bit too big on him, which means it fits me perfectly. And we all head off to dinner. It's open seating, which is unusual, but I'm happy to be able to sit with Nico. Sitting at the Hades table, I'm reminded why I don't like to take naps. Because I'm tired, clumsy, and quite clingy. When Nico's like this, I think it's cute. But when I'm like this I find it weird. Nico on the other hand, finds it quite adorable. We go through the normal routine of dinner, offering food to the gods, and we sit down to eat. I eat half heartly, almost falling into my food at time, Nico catches me every time. Gently grabbing my face to steady me, eventually deciding it was better to keep an arm around my shoulders.

"You okay?" He asks. "Yeah, yeah, just tired" I mumble, setting my plate aside, and leaning into his side. Nico chuckles lightly, smiling a bit. "What?" "You slept for 6 hours Hon" He squeezes me gently. "Huh" I mumble. I does not feel like that. I smile as Nico drags me to the campfire. He's not a big fan of the sing along at the camp fire, but he knows I'm love it, So he pulls me along to find a spot to sit. We take a spot in the dark, so we can snuggle if we want. Which, of course I want. Nico's normally not a cuddler, but he doesn't stop me when I snuggle up to him. I lay my head on his shoulder. Leaning into his side. He leans over, plating a light kiss on my forehead. The pain's gone away all together. I still haven't fully woken up. Nico always says that I take a while to wake up, normally about an hour. I smile, snuggling into his neck. Looking back on tonight, I feel a slightly embarrassed about I was acting. But right now, in the moment of tonight. I'm happily sitting by Nico, cuddling into his side. He wraps an arm around my shoulder. He snuggles his head against mine, whispering. "You are being adorable" He kisses the top of my head and sits up again. I hum in agreement, shifting a bit. Nico's offered a marshmallow, he takes it, sticks it on a stick, and spins it by the fire. I'm later told that I was offered one too, but I don't recall it. I'm half asleep on the bench by beside him. At some point, some how, Nico get me to move onto his lap. It's not really a thing we do, but tonight it's okay, tonight it's just another sigh of affection that no one comments on. I would never normally do that. One, I'd be worried about crushing him, because he's smaller then me. Two, I'd be worried about what everyone around us would say. But in this state, I'm not even sure who's around us, I'm just tired and happy to be in my boyfriends lap. We should do this more.

I let myself lean back on his chest, lacing my finger with his hand, the hand that was laying on my thigh. He squeezes my hand. Nico leans his head up, resting his head on my shoulder. I vaguely see him pull the marshmallow off the stick with some crackers. It' gotten very dark, and more quite. Some people have left. I hear him eat it, almost slowly, carefully. I shift a back a little, Nico shifts a bit. He wraps an arm about my hips. Gently pulling me back, until I'm fully sat against his chest. He plants a kiss on my neck. A small, I love you. A small, you're mine. A small, I love having this with you. I make some sort of embarrassing noise. I'm almost asleep in his lap, I don't really remember the rest of the night. I smile. Nico rustles me a bit, he's asking me something. "Wha?" I yawn. I rub the sleep out of my eyes. "I think we'd better get you to bed" He chuckles. "What, no I'm fine" I mumble. Nico shift me a bit, leaning up to whisper in my ear. "Baby, it's bedtime" He places his teeth onto my ear. Ready to bite if I don't comply. I hear a small whine slip pass my lips. There a chuckle next to my ear, and he pulls back. He gently pats my thigh, and I know he wants me to move. I shuffle to my feet and he get's to his feet too. I cling to his arm as we walk back to the cabins. He's got an arm around me, holding me tightly against his side. Nico yawns and pulls me along to my cabin, which is the closest. He takes the key from around my neck and he unlocks my door. We're not suppose to have keys, but we do. He pulls me into the now dark cabin, flicking on the light. I close the door behind me. Pulling my heavy body to my bed. We both shed our clothes, stripping down to our underwear. The summer sun had baked the inside of the cabin, making it incredibly hot. We get in bed, laying on either side. Refusing to lay with a blanket because of the heat. "I love days like these" I murmur. "What? you were in pain for most of the day" He says. He turns on his side, and I turn too. "Not that, I mean, spending almost the whole day together, like this"

"I wanna have this more"

"I'd like that too"

I'm okay

I run through the forest, my feet burning under me. My heart's pounding in my ears. My chest's tight, too tight, I can't breath. I stumble and fall over a fallen tree. I rush to my feet, stumbling on until through the dark forest I see the light of camp half-blood. The taste of blood is on my tongue, shit did I knock out a tooth or something. I swing on a tree and book it for the big house. Help, I need help. I yell for something, someone, I don't remember what exactly, but I yell out, it's loud, I'm being loud. People come rush out from all over. An Apollo camper, Will maybe, makes me sit on the front steps. He stuffs some paper under my nose. It was bleeding, that was the blood. "Jason, you're okay" He props my leg up, through all the adrenaline I haven't noticed that I had ripped my knee up pretty badly. I must look pretty shaken, because Will counts me through my breathing. There's chaos all around, campers running into the forest, the campers that had been with me, running out, injured and scared shitless. Some are tended to as soon as they run out, some are led into the Infirmary. Will wraps a bandage around my knee, securing it in place by wrapping it a bit down, and a bit up. Clipping down together with something I don't know. I take the paper away from my nose. "Nico, where's Nico?" I shallow down the lump in my throat, Nico, Nico was there, where is he. "I'm sure he's fine, just stay here" Will takes my other leg in his hand. Somehow I scuffed up my ankle. "No, He, He was with us" I heave. "Where is he?" "Shit" Will says, starring up at me wide eye. "He was with you?" "Yes, yes was I not-"

"There you are!" Nico crashes down next to me, he throws his shaking arms around me. "Oh thank fuck you're okay" He pulls back, leaning on shaky arms. He grabs my chin. "Did you fall? Are you okay? what happened? What's-" "Easy" I grab his hand. Will's called away, he runs off to help. "I'm okay" I breath. I'm shaking, it's hard to breath. "Can you breath? How are you? What wrong? What-" I shush him, gribbing his hand tight. "I'm okay" I whispers, breathless. I unlace our hands with shaking fingers, I press his hand to my heart. "See, I'm okay" His eyes are wide with fear. The light of the lamp by the door to the big house, is the only light. People are rushing by us, but we don't move. No, we can't move. The world is in chaos around us, but it's doesn't matter, nothing else matters, as long as Nico's okay, then I'm okay. The blood drips through the bandage, it's dripping down my leg, why did I wear shorts. "You're hurt" He cries out, completely out of breath. "I'll be okay" I whisper, heaving through my open mouth. Will runs back to us. He undoes the bandage and gives me something to hold over the cuts until it stops bleeding. He tries to take a look at Nico but he flat out refuses. "No, No I'm fine. Go" "Just let him have a look" I insist. Nico gives in at my persistence. He's a little scuffed up, but nothing's bleeding, he's okay, so Will runs along to help others. Nico's okay. He's safe, right here with me. My heart rate slowly down as the chaos slowly becomes, well, more organized chaos. It's still wild, but the Apollo campers have a hand on it. They know what they're doing. I hope. After a lot of reassurance I get Nico to let his hand drop from my chest. Instead he takes the hand I'm not using to stop the blood from getting everywhere. He squeezes my hand tightly. I squeeze back. He's not leaving my side again. How did that even happened, we were carefully. We did everything we were supposed to do. He leans into my side. Resting his tired head against my shoulder.

"You almost scared me to death back there, what were you thinking?" His voice is low in the moon light, almost like he doesn't want the people around us to hear him, which wouldn't surprise me. What I did was stupid, I could have gotten myself killed. "I wasn't" I admit, I wasn't thinking, I just needed keep the others safe, keep him safe. So I called after the monster, taunting it, then I ran, leading it away from the others. Away from Nico. I wasn't gonna lose another person, I wasn't gonna let my first, and maybe only boyfriend die before me. "You're an idiot" He says, shoving his shoulder against mine, making us swing for a second before I balance us out. "I know, I'm sorry" I mumble, my legs are heavy, my feet burning. "You could have died" "You could have died too" I shoot back. Nico huffs, and leans up. For a second I think he's going for my ear, to whisper some kind of theat. But he stops before that, planting a light kiss on my cheek. Blood rushes to my face, he's never, oh, fuck. "At least you're my idiot" He murmurs. I blush at his words, thanking Diana he can't see me all that well because of the moonlight. "Yeah" I mutter. Gods, that was a way to end this disastrous trip to the forest. Nico chuckles lightly, careful to not break the mood between us. "Your idiot" I repeat. I move the cloth off my knee, it's drenched in blood. Nico calls over another Apollo kid who cleans it for me and set on a bandage just as Will did. Expect that, now is the time where you suppose to put it on, when the bleeding has stopped, but I know Will was busy, so he jus needed it to hold for a while, while he helped others. I'm told to keep it clean, and to stop by the Infirmary until it's healed. I nod along, not caring one bit, Nico's okay, so I'll be okay too. Suddenly, the horn is blown, it is dinner time? We all gather up at the mess hall we're told to sit where we want, We sit at the closest table, the Zeus table, Nico sits on my left. Mr. D gives some sort announcement, but I can't follow, my heart still hasn't completely returned to normal.

We're given dinner, and there's a silence over the mess hall. Even while eating, Nico refuses to let go of my hand. I don't think I want him too. He finishes before me, instead of leaving, he leaning into my side, squeezing my hand. I squeeze back. Glancing over, I spot Nico's tired eyes, It's not late at all. But I get it, after such a big adrenaline rush, you can get really tired. He gives a small smile. I smile back. We'll be okay, we have to be. And that's why we're gonna be okay. Plus, we have each other. I have him, that's all I need. They call for the camp fire, But I hold Nico's gaze, the answer is already there. We sneak off to the green, to the Hades cabin, that's the closest from here. We sink to the floor just beyond the closed door. Lost in each other's arms, in the soft, gentle touches. It could have been over tonight, it could all have ended. I could have lost him, I could have lost my own life. But we have to move on, so we collect ourselves and get off the floor. Through tears and laughter, we stumble onto his bed. I take a good look at his tear stained face. The face I can't live without. The guy I can't live without. The worried has seeped of his eyes, replaced by relief. We're in the clear for now. I hope we can stay in the clear for a while. But that's pure luck. I caress his cheek, hold him close, I never wanna let go. But I do, shifting back against the wall. Nico follows, sitting himself in my lap, resting his head on my shoulder. "You really scared me" He mutters. "I know" I mumble back, wrapping my arms around his middle. "Promise you won't do that again" He pleads. "You know I can't do that" I whisper. Nico leans back to look in my eyes. He slings his arms around my neck.

"Promise me that you'll try, please"

"I promise"

The rain

There a loud knock on my door. I whine as the sound comes again, "Come in" I yell, turning on my side, snuggling into my comforter. The light rain is tapping on the window, I'm always very sleepy and whiney when it rains. I think it might be a son of Jupiter thing. Nico comes through the door, he shakes a wet umbrella outside then sets it down by my door. He sighs as he sees me. "Why are you still in bed? It's noon" He asks, annoyance creeping at his tone. I whine, I know it's noon. But the rain is so calming, I can't get out of bed. "Are you-Oh, the rain" He chuckles. I glance op at him, he's a little wet from the rain. I shiver a little, it's not like my cabin's really cold, but it's a little chilly. Nico walks over, trying to pull the covers off me. I whine and yank it back from him. "Come on sparky, you should get op" "Look who's talking" I mumble. Nico gently shoves me. "Ha ha, get up" He sighs. "But's it's raining" I whine, grabbing for his hand like a kid. I gasp his wrist and pull him down. "Hey!" He yelps. Nico crashes down, landing over me. He lands with an arm on each side of me. "Cuddle with me" I plead. The rain outside picks op, banging against the windows. Nico props himself up in front of me. "No" He groans. He pushes himself up from my bed. "Please, it's cold and it's raining. You know how I get" Nico sighs, and glances out the window. Looking at the now very heavy rain. He jumps as there's a lightning strike. Without a word he shed's his jacket. "Do you have clothes I could borrow? I'm wet" I smile happily and point to my dresser. "Take whatever you want" I mumble. Nico hates lightning, he can not stand it, he can get very scared. So whenever it rains, and the lightning comes around, we both get what we want. I know why he get's scared of it, but, I'd rather not bring it op. I watch as Nico strips off his wet clothes, laying them down on the floor to dry.

He stands in his underwear, looking through my dresser for something dry to wear. He ends up finding an old, smaller pair of sweatpants I don't wear anymore, and a Camp Jupiter shirt that I wear when I'm over there. Just as Nico's crawling into bed with me, there's another lightning strike and he tenses up. I lay my hand on his. And he relaxes under my touch. He takes a deep breath, and lays down with me. I wrap my arms around him, and snuggle my head on the top of his. Nico shifts down and lays his head in the crook of my neck. I relax my arms down his back, he snuggles into my neck. There's another lightning strike and he tenses up again. "I got you" I murmur giving him a light squeeze. He relaxes taking a deep breath in, then out. "Yeah" He mumbles into my neck. I twist my head, smelling his slightly damp hair. It smells of fresh rain, one of the greatest smells I know. I love rain, in every way. He muses, happy to be in my arms while the storm rages on outside. I bury my nose in his hair, breathing in the wonderful scent. The pitter patter of the rain against the windows has always been a lullaby for me. When I first came here, there was something about it, it felt and still feels like home. I think it might have been from sleeping outside when I was little. Nico shifts a little, brushing his lips over my neck, I shiver at the cold contact. He kisses the spot under my jaw then relaxes, then he snuggles back into the crook of my neck. I hum, happy to have this again. I so rarely get to see this side of him, so I have to cherish it when I do get to see it. I smile to myself, I gently sneak a hand under his shirt, well my shirt, technically. But you know what I mean. I place my hand on his lower back and he sighs happily, shifting his hips a little to get more comfortable. I groan a little and squeeze him to keep him more still.

He settles on me, the lightning outside not bothering him anymore. I love this, I love having this with him. The rain outside is heavy, the wind's going wild. This is the best way to spend a day, to cuddle op in bed with my boyfriend. I shift down a little. Normally I have to beg Nico to spend the day in bed with me on a rainy day. But the second lightning starts, he jumps to join to me. It's cute, but almost sad, when I remember why, he does. Oh fuck it, you know, I know, let's just get this out there. He's scared of thunder because Zeus killed his mom with a lightning strike when he was little. And, I feel some sort of guilt for it. I've been told I shouldn't, but I do. No matter how many people tell me it wasn't my fault, I will still feel a little guilty, I know it wasn't my fault, but that hasn't changed my feelings. And that's just the reality for me, Nico's told me that I shouldn't feel guilty for it, because I wasn't born, But I can't help it. The guy's still my dad, my dad, killed his mom. And that's fucked up, it fucking is. I know that, he knows that. How am I supposed to not feel guilty for that. I swear, I'm working on that. I try to relax back into the mattress. Focusing on the nice weight of Nico on top of me. I snuggle my nose into his hair. Breath in the nice rainy smell, he'll want a shower before he leaves. He'll often tell me I smell of rain, even when it hasn't rained in weeks. There's a small mumbling, right, he talks in his sleep. Oh, He's sleeping. He fell asleep. I lean my head back, letting myself relax into the pillow. With the calming weight of my Nico, my Darling, on top of me, my eyes grow heavy. I close my eyes, I'm still sleepy, a small nap won't hurt. Everything is heavy, the rain outside is soothing, like a pat on the back. I lay under Nico for a while, tired but unable to sleep. I peak my eyes open, looking at window. When did I crack open the window. It's open on the first hook, so not even an inch, but it's cold and raining.

Lucky Nico didn't see that, he would have refused to sleep in here if I didn't close it. He normally doesn't mind open windows, but not while it's raining, then they have to be closed. My eyelids are too heavy, and they fall close again. I wake up to a loud whipping sound, I groan and look over at the window. The rain is violently crashing against my windows. Nico not on top of me anymore, maybe he's left, or he's just rolled off me, I haven't cheeked yet. There's a very loud lightning strike, and there's a whimper from my left. I look over, seeing a still asleep Nico laying in the fetal position beside me. I gently shake his shoulder, yawning. He stirs, blinking his eyes open to see me. A half asleep Nico, moves back onto me, laying his ear to my heart. I wrap my arms around him, pressing him tightly against me. I kiss the top of his head. I'm sleepy, Nico's sleepy. I guess half asleep cuddles are the plans for the rest of the day. The rain crashes down outside, it's too loud. I shift slightly, whining at the loud sounds. "Mhm?" Nico leans his head up to look at me. "It's too loud" I mumble. "Mhm" he murmurs, shifting until he's got his arms laid op by my ears. He gently presses them to my ear, quieting the noise outside. I hum happily at the damping sensation. Nico smiles at me, then snuggles into my chest. He shifts a bit. I shift a little. "Thanks" I whisper. We lay like that for a while, half asleep, snuggling, and just enjoying the rain. Well, I'm enjoying the rain, Nico's enjoying the rare hours of sleep and relaxation we get to have together. "Jacey" A sleepy Nico drums his fingers on my head. "Mhm" I murmur, blinking to keep my eyes open while he talks. "Can we do this more?" He twists his head up, looking at me. "Happily" I chuckle, leaning down to kiss him. Nico leans up, joining our lips in a happy kiss. I smile, happily gazing into his eyes. He smiles back at me, eyes droopy with sleep.

"I love our rainy days"

I have no fucking Idea what I'm doing

I'm called away from wall climbing by Will. "Okay, don't freak out, Jason fall off some rocks and hit his head, and he might have a concussion" He says. "Okay, why are telling me?" I draw the words a little. He's hit his head before and no one came to get me. "He asked for you" Will rubs the back of neck. He doesn't normally do that, he always insists that he'll be fine on his own. I nod, "Okay, where is he?" "He's in his cabin, he asked me to get you, said he didn't wanna be alone" Well, that makes sense. If he does have a concussion he'll want me around to keep him awake for the couple of hours. "Yeah, yeah I'll go, just a second" I excuse myself from class, and head for the Zeus cabin. But something's off, the last time he hit his head, he stayed in the Infirmary until he was cleared. But he went back to his cabin, he's asked for me. Something's wrong, I just don't know what. I convince myself that he only wants some company. I gently knock on the door, there's a small sound I can't fully hear. There's no answer. I knock again, a little louder. The noise stops, and there's a rustling like someone getting to their feet. A rough looking Jason opens the door, sniffling a bit. "Hey. I murmur. "Hey..." He wipes his slightly red eyes, visibly shallowing. "Come in" He clears his throat, and sets aside to let me in. He's wearing his old camp Jupiter hoodie and a pair of light blue jeans. I walk in. Jason shuts the door, taking a shaky breath. We both sit on his bed, he's unusually quiet. Breathing weirdly loud and uneven. "Are you okay?" I ask, sitting crisscross beside him. "Yeah, yeah, just didn't wanna be alone" He laughs, but it's so fake, so I fake that he has to hear it too. "Jason, It's okay. You can tell me" I mutter. He's slouching, shoulders hanging low. He exhales, his breath slow and shaky. "I, fuck" He breaks down, crying and shaking. "Hey, hey, it's alright" I whisper, wrapping him up in my arms.

I don't know what I am doing, I've never been good at comforting people. I shift, sitting half beside and half behind him. "S-Sorry, I just" His voice is almost non-existent through the storm of tears running down his face. "It's so stupid" he hiccups, wiping away the tears that threaten to spill down his chin. So I do the only thing I can think of, I gently grab his red cheeks with both hands. "Whatever it is, it is not stupid" I wipe away more tears. I should how to fucking comfort my own boyfriend. But I don't, because we're only been dating for a month or two. Jason brings his knees up, sniffling wiping his nose with his sleeve. I return my arm to where they were, holding on tightly to his shoulders. "I just, feel so stupid" He shallows down the snot in his throat. "You're not" I shift the closest I can. Pressing his back into my chest. "It's not" He takes a deep, steady breath in. He almost violently wipes the tears off his face. He sniffles, breathing heavily. "That, I just, feel so stupid" He starts, sniffling to keep his nose from running. I reach over to his nightstand and pick out a tissue. I hand it over to him. He blows his nose and throws it in the trashcan by his bed. I stay quiet, letting him gather himself before he continues. "It's just so fucking silly that I keep fucking hitting my head" His sadness slowly turns into a defeat. Like he's just feeling defeated by the world. "It's such a silly thing, and everyone always makes fun of me for it" More tears steam down his cheek. I lean over his shoulder and kiss the tears away. Jason bursts into a laugh, a pure, happy laugh. "Stop!" He laughs, half heartly pushing me away. I kiss away his tears, then lay my head on his shoulder, waiting for him to continue. "It just hurts, because I really try to be more careful, but I end up falling or getting hit over the head with something" He hiccups mid way through the sentence.

"I'm just so tired of it" He cries, voice breaking. "I'm just so tired of being injured all the fucking time" He mutters. He looks out the window. "Sorry, you shouldn't have to deal with this" His voice quivers. Oh hell no. "Hey" I caress his cheeks with both hands, and turn his head to look at me. "I love you, and love means I stick by you, through this, and through much fucking worse. So don't say that, because quote on quote dealing with you, is something I want to do. I want to know, and see every single part of you. I love you, all your injuries, all your scars, fucking everything, Do you hear me?" My voice breaks, he's not stupid, he's not dumb, he's wonderful, he's flawed, he's human, a human I don't think I can live without. Jason nods through more tears. I wipe them off with my thumb. "You're okay, you're wonderful, you're smart, you're, everything" I smile. Jason smiles through tears, laughing and crying. His eyes are blood shot, his cheeks warmed by all the tears. He lurches forward, making us both crash onto his bed. He laughs through tears and more tears, I wrestle him down on his back, kissing off the tears running down his face. He laughs, happiness almost oozing out of him. He slings his arms op around my neck. I chuckle, and lean back, gazing into his eyes. The sadness is still seeping out of his eyes, happiness slowly taking over. Okay, so I'm that bad at comforting others. I spot a half drunken bottle of water on his nightstand. I move off him, guiding him up against the wall. "Here, drink" I say. "No I'm-" "Please honey, just drink something" I coax him into drinking the rest of it. You can't cry while drinking something. He finishes off the bottle, setting it aside, sniffling slightly. I shuffle until I'm seated beside him. "What do you need from me?" I ask, laying my hand over his. "Could you hold me? Please" His voice is almost a whisper, like if he said it any louder he would shatter and ruin everything we have. "Yes, yes of course, come here"

He looks over, more tears welling in his blue eyes. I lace my fingers through his. Another tear rolls down his cheek. I reach up and wipe it away. Jason smiles, laughing slightly. He shuffles in front of me, straddling me, and resting his head on top of mine. I wrap my arms around him. Jason groans and shuffles down so he can comfortably rest his head in the crook of my neck. I'm leaned back on the wall, in a nice relaxing position. I press him tightly against me. A sudden noise startles us both, lightning, how the fuck. Why now. I look out the window, it's started raining, when did that happen. Jason slings his arms around my shoulder. "I'm here" He murmurs. "I know" I murmur, gently squeezing him. I twist my head, planting a light kiss on his ear, the only real place I can reach like this. Jason turns his head to look at me, snuggling his forehead against mine. I chuckle and snuggle my face into his. He laughs, and it's light, bright and, well him. It's everything I love about him. It's my boyfriend, every side of him. I can't help but smile. "Could we, lay down?" "Yeah, of course" We move down. He snuggles himself into me, slinging his arms around my hips. I wrap him my arms around his ribs. I turn my head, deciding to place a playful kiss on his neck. "I love you" I whisper. He shivers. "I love you too" He mutters into my skin. For a small second, he snuggles into my T-shirt, breathing in the scent to calm down. I take a deep breath, he smells of sweet summer rain. Even through it hasn't rained in weeks, maybe it's some kind of soap he uses. I press my nose into his hair, it's soft against my skin. It smells wonderful, smells like, well him. I don't know how else to describe it, it's just, Jason. My Jason. I smile into the soft strains of blonde hair. "Sorry" He sniffles. "Don't be, having bad feelings is a human thing" I snuggle into his hair

"Plus, you stay with me when I'm like this, so you deserve the same. And because I love you"

"I love you too"

What's wrong baby?

I laugh as Nico and I come around the corner of the Zeus cabin. Nico pushes me again, covering his mouth to stop laughing. We're at my door for a while, laughing, gently shoving each other, until we both calm down enough to say goodnight. "Oh well" Nico chuckles, holding his stomach. My face hurts from all the laughing and fun we had tonight. "Goodnight honey" I hold back more laughter and lean in for a small kiss. Nico's cheeks spread into an even wider smile, and he leans up to meet me. "Goodnight Grace" He mutters muffling another laugh. I open my door, and wave Nico off. Despite the fact that today was Bianca's birthday and the day started of real shity, we made it work. As I shed my shirt, I realize just how tired I really am. I yawn, sitting down on my bed to get my pants off. I throw my clothes on the floor and head for my window, cracking it open a little to cool down the room. It's a hot night in the middle of summer, so it won't get too cold if I open the window a little. I drag myself back to bed, getting comfortable under a light blanket. A blanket with lightning that Nico gave me for my last birthday. I snuggle into it, the day's joys weighting me down, I've been op since 5 am this morning, so it is bedtime for me. I shift, laying down on my stomach, I lay my arms under my pillow and try to settle in. But it's too hot, so I kick the blanket off. It hurts my hips, so I turn over laying on my back to stare op at the celling. It takes me a while to fall asleep, but when I do drift off, I'm in a happy sleep. I'm half waken by my door creaking open. I reach down to grab my sword, wrap my fingers around the handle ready to threaten whoever came in. But then, there's a small sniffling, I look op, eyes having adjusted to the darkness, it's pitch black in my cabin. "Nico?" I murmur. There's a small, almost sad sound of acknowledgement. I let the sword drop from my hand, sitting op. I reach over and rub my fingers on the candle on my nightstand. I snap my fingers on the wick. It lights op and I pull my fingers away to not burn my myself.

In the low candle light, I can vaguely see Nico standing by my door, holding onto the handle. Nico's dressed in gray sweatpants and an old hoodie of mine that I gave him. He's crying, oh right, night are hard. "What's wrong baby?" I yawn, swinging my legs of the bed to get Nico. "I, I'm sorry" He sniffles, wiping his nose on the sleeve. I shiver in the weirdly cold cabin, how's that possible. I glance over to the window, it's been blown off the hook and wide open. I rush to close it. Strange. I walk to over to a slightly shaking Nico. "Hey, it's okay" I wrap him around in my arms, gently pressing his head to my chest. He cries, clinging to me like I'm the last real thing in the world around him. I don't ask, because I don't need to. It was another nightmare, most likely about Bianca. I walk us back to my bed, gentle feet moving back. He wails, trying to explain but it's so incoherent that he just stops trying. I run my hand down his back, a gentle touch I hope would help. On nights like this, it's all I can do, try to help him calm down, try to just be there for him. I sit on the edge of the bed. Gently pulling him down with me. He let's me, planting his knees on either side of me. He lays his head on my shoulder, his tears spilling down his face and onto my shoulder. He sobs into my shoulder, crying and babbling on about the nightmare, It's still really fucking incoherent, but it doesn't matter, because it makes him feel better. So it doesn't matter if I understand what he saying, he probably won't understand what he was trying say in a couple hours. "And, and she was, the river, and, and she, fell" He squeezes me, clinging onto me like if he go I would disappear. "I know" I whisper. I'm both hoping and not hoping that what he's describing is only a dream. But I'm not sure either of them would make me feel better. If it's only a dream, then how did his mind come up with it. If it's a memory, then, it must be fucking terrifying to relive.

To see your sister fall into a river, and not get out. Is down right traumatic. He's never told me much about his sister, it's hard for him to talk about. Understandably so. She raised him after their mother died, and then she left him and also died. The room falls quiet as Nico stops speaking. The tears too much to manage while talking. He pulls his head away from my shoulder, wiping a lot more tears away with the sleeve. His eyes tell me everything I need to know, he's tired, he's sad, he just can't take any more nightmares, he can't take more nights like this. "I know, I know baby" I hold onto him, as tightly as I can. "We'll get through it" I gently run my hand under op his back, a small gesture I hope would help. "Mhm?" I ask. "Y-Yeah" He sniffles. He yawns through tears. He's tired, he should stay here. "Come on" I gently pat his back. "Bed?" I ask. A tearful Nico nods, shifting off me. I get op, and grab my winter duvet to sleep with, because it's gotten really cold in here. I blow out the candle and I settle back in bed with him, pulling the covers over us. Without a word or any hint, he tucks himself into me, arms loosely wrapped around my hips, and his head tucked into the crook of my neck. Snuggling into me. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly. He breaths in my scent, letting the familiar smell calm him down. His breathing slowly returns to normal, but he's still shaking a little. I inhale the lovely smell of Nico, he showers at night and then again in the morning so he smells of some kind of soap, in my half awake state I can't be sure what it smells of. But it's Nico, My Nico. Even with everything he went through, and all the consequences of what he went through, everything I went through, and all the consequences of what I went through, we stick by each other. Because we have to, Nico has no real family, and I only have a sister who I can't really see. We're there for each other, we don't leave, we promised we'd do anything to stick by each other.

"Jason?" He mutters, voice more clear but still shaky and a little hoarse. "Yes?" I murmur back to him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woke you op for this, I could have dealt with it myself" He murmurs, muffling his words into the skin of my neck. A small shiver runs down my spine, I should have put on a shirt. "No no no baby" I gently pull his head from my neck, caressing his cheek, bringing it op to my face. "You should have woken me op, just because you can deal with it on your own, doesn't mean you have to" In the darkness I find his lips, placing a light peck on them. "And I don't want you to" I whisper, warm breath against his lips. Nico doesn't respond how I thought he would. He doesn't say a word, only leaning back in for another kiss. I let him, it's a light kiss, the kinda kiss we have when one of us are upset. Light and fluffy. "Wake me op if it happens again" I mumble. Nico makes a small sound of yes before tucking his head back into my neck. "I will" He mumbles.

"Goodnight baby"

"Night"

Bed?

Nico and I are sitting by the campfire. Nico came home from a trip to underworld earlier today, so me, being clingy. I'm don't want him to leave my side. Nico's sitting on my left, half asleep, leaning his head on my shoulder. I've got an arm around him, keeping him from falling. He's tired, but want to see the campfire, so here we are. We had a nap together when he had been cleared by the Infirmary, specifically so he wouldn't be tired. But he's had a long day, long week. I've told him that he can go to bed, and that I happily walk him back to his cabin. But he refused, wanting to stay at the campfire until curfew. He clings to my arm. Struggling to keep his eyes open. "Are you sure you don't want me to walk you back to your cabin?" "Yes I'm sure" Nico mumbles, resting his face against my bare arm. He's leaning on me, trying to stay awake. It's a late summer night, and it's getting dark out. I smile at the state he's in. He's just a small sleepy boy. My small sleepy boy. I mean, he's a lot more, but right now, he's just a sleepy boy. I almost jump as something hits my legs. I look down, and breathe a sigh of relief. It's just Nico's legs. He shifts closer, half way on my lap. I chuckle. I slide my arm down, holding onto his hips, I move an almost asleep Nico fully in my lap. Mostly to keep him from falling, and to keep close. On a normal day, he would never let me do this, but when he's really tired, he just doesn't care. He hums some happy sound and slings his arms around my neck. He peaks his eyes open a tiny bit, he cracks a gently smile and snuggles into the skin of my neck. Will offers me a marshmallow on a stick, I smile and take it. Nico whines, shifting a bit. I bring my arm by and hold around his waist. "Tired boy" I coo, I rest a thumb under his shirt, feeling the warm skin. I spin the marshmallow around the fire. Slowly roasting it. I shift back a little, pulling Nico further up on my lap. He's sitting sideways.

Nico whines, shifting until he's straddling me, arms loosely wrapped around my hips, Sticking his legs out behind me, and snuggles his face into my neck. "Well good day to you" I murmur. "Screw off" "Hey" I playfully tap his back, and he gently pushes against me. I have to put a hand back to keep from falling backwards and off the bench. I chuckle to myself and pull the marshmallow back from the fire to not burn it. Will passes me some crackers I didn't ask for but I use then anyway, I eat maybe about half of it, before the taste goes sour. I've never been a big fan of marshmallows but they're okay. I gently poke Nico. "Do you want the rest?" I ask as he pulls back from my neck to look at me. He pulls an arm away from me. "Sure" He yawns taking it from me. He eats slowly, he's very tried. He finishes it off, tucking his head back into my neck. He shifts a tiny bit. "Are you sure you don't wanna go to bed?" I ask again. "Yes I'm sure" He whispers. He's getting a little heavy in my lap, but it's a good weight. Calming, almost. He's keeping me here, but not in a I'm trapped kinda way. In a, grounding way. Like I'm really here. I'm happy to just have him here in my lap. He never wants to sit with me like this, but when sleepy, he does pretty much anything I want him too. I'm getting a bit broad. A half asleep Nico gently kisses around he places his can reach from where he's resting his head. "That tickles" I yawn. He's trying to keep himself awake. I smile and pat his back. He muffles some words into my neck. "I know" I think is what he said. He snuggles into my neck, yawning against my skin. The warm breath sending a shiver down my spine. If we stay here for much longer, then I'm gonna end op falling asleep too. I shift a bit under him and he whines, gently biting into the skin of my skin. I hold back a small gasp. Fucking, oh gods why now.

I pat the lowest part I can, it's almost his ass. A small warning, a hey no, I'm tired and you're tired. He goes quiet after that, and for a little bit of time. I think I've made him mad. But then there's a snoring by my ear. Great, finally bedtime for us both. I shift, testing to see if my feet are awake. The are, So I slowly get to my feet. Getting an arm under him to carry him. Nico mumbles but doesn't move. I jump a little, Getting Nico to lean into me. Will laughs at me, but it's light, and happy. "Don't drop him" He chuckles. I groan. "I'll try" I say. A few people stare at us as I carry him away from the campfire. I'll just take him back to my cabin. That's easier. It's a lot harder to carry someone who's sleeping, because they don't balance themselves. Luckily I don't drop him. As I reach the door of my cabin, I can't open it normally, I would drop him if I tried. So I turn my back to the door, and press down the handle with my elbow. It flies open and I stumble back, I catch myself before I land flat on my back. Nico continues snoring on my shoulder. He's cute when he's asleep. I lay him down on my bed, gently. He holds onto my neck, whining in his sleep. I hush him, slowly tugging his arms off my neck. I step away and close the door. I find clothes for him to wear, If I leave him in his clothes, he'll stink tomorrow, and If I leave him in his underwear he'll be a little mad. So I get him a shirt to sleep in. "Jacey?" He mumbles out. Oh fuck did I wake him op. An almost asleep Nico is sitting op in bed, rubbing his eyes. "Yes baby?" I say, making my way back to him. I gently guide his own, smokey T-shirt off. "Why are we here?" "Because" I'm cut off by a yawn. "You fell asleep, and I'm tired" I yawn again. slipping the shirt on him. He sits there, he doesn't say another word as I work his belt and pants off. I strip off my own clothes as Nico get's comfortable in my bed.

More like our bed. It's become our bed, we have our own sides, Nico sleeps on the left, and I sleep on the right. I lay down with him, kicking the blanket off the bed, because it's hot. Nico shivers for some reason, right, a tired Nico is a cold Nico. He pulls at my arm in the dark. Whining for something. "Yeah?" I murmur. "Cuddle?" He pleads, his voice is so low and whiney. How the hell do I say no to that. I shuffle close to Nico. "Of course" I mumble back. He shifts over to me, tucking himself into my body. I smile, wrapping my arms around him. I snuggle my nose into his hair. It's smells of smoke, so pretty normal for a night like this. He happily sighs into my chest, it sends a shudder down my spine. I can't help but chuckle. "Good night Honey" I murmur. "Night night" He mumbles. We lay for a bit, cuddling. Nico falls asleep so quickly, snoring. I hold back a small laugh, he's so cute. I kiss the op of his head. "I love you" I say. I still can't say it to him when he's awake. It's the first time I've ever dared to utter it aloud. "I love you too" He mutters back to me. He's sleeping, he has to be sleeping. He leans op to my lips, placing a light kiss on my lips. He gives me a half asleep smirk, then resettles in bed and falls asleep in seconds. Fuck, did that really happen. That really happened. I both want him to remember it, and I wish for nothing more then that he doesn't. I stay awake for hours after, unable to get my heart to stop racing.

A gift

I up the scissors down the light blue ribbon. I let go and it curls up just the way I wanted it to. I've wrapped the box in a white wrapping paper. It's the first birthday gift I've gotten him, It's so nerve-wracking. Will he like it? Will he find it tacky? Would he ever even wear it? Will he give it back to me? Will he understand what I wanted it to mean? I'm rambling again, aren't I? I lay down the scissors and take a deep breathe. He'll like it. He has to. I got him a hoodie, but not just an old camp hoodie. I had brought a camp half-blood hoodie, and a camp Jupiter hoodie. I cut them down the middle, and sewed one of each hoodie together. I made it as invisible as possible. I think it's okay. I also sewed the rest of it together, but I'm keeping that one. Because it's means a lot to me to, to know that I two homes, one here and one there. It's wonderful. I exhale, It'll be okay. He'll like it. there's a knock on my door and shove the box under my bed. "Come in!" I yell, walking to my dresser to look busy. The door opens, but I don't look, roaming through my clothes. "Hello Nicholas" A joking voice says. Jason. "Still not my name" I chuckle. The door clicks closed. And I shut the upper draw, let's hope he didn't see mine. I'd forgotten that I put it in my dresser. "I know" A small wind rustles through my cabin. He's happy, good. Let's hope I don't ruin it. I turn around, looking at him. "So how's my birthday boy?" I tease as he places his hands on my hips. I'm caught a little off guard and he presses his warm lips to mine. Though I quickly settle into the familiar feeling. He backs me into the dresser. My feet slip from the floor with ease and he places me atop the dresser, that is for once not messy. I let my hands rest down his hips, fingers grazing his lower back. I reach down, giving him a light tap on the butt. Light enough that he'll whine about not feeling it. I slip my hand into his back pocket.

He pulls back. Breathing a bit heavily. "Better now" He mutters. "Can more of this be my gift?" He asks, whiney boy. "But then you won't get my real gift" I say playfully. Jason sighs, he's standing right against the dresser. "Wait, you got me a gift?" His shoulders go slack. He looks really confused. Was I not suppose to get him something. "Yeah" I say, suddenly feeling very awkward sitting the dresser. I should get down. I go to move but Jason holds me fast. "Seriously?" "Yes, seriously" Blood rushes to my face, I shouldn't have gotten him anything. My legs are shaky. My chest's tight. "You didn't have to do that" Jason mumbles, losing eye contact. His cheeks turn a light pink. I swing my legs over the side and slip back down. "Well I did, so here" I grab the box from under my bed and practically shoves it into his hands. He fumbles with it, almost dropping it. "Huh" He chuckles. "Thank you" He says, he hasn't even tried to open it. "Well, come on. Open it" I rush out. I hope he likes it, he has to like it. Please like it. "Okay okay" He murmurs. He gently pulls the ribbons lose, undoing it with such care. I lean on my arm on my nightstand, trying to look casual. Like, I'm not freaking out, I'm totally fine. He rips at the white paper gently, it's almost like he's never gotten a gift before. Jason sets the ribbon and paper down on my dresser, looking at the box. He looks up at me, confused. Gods, he clearly hasn't gotten a gift In years. "You, got me a box?" He asks. Weirdly enough, he doesn't sound disappointed, just confused. "No" I laugh, pushing himself op from the nightstand. I grab the scissors and slice open the tape. "It's in the box" I explain. "Oh" He laughs, and opens the box. For a couple of terrifying seconds. He doesn't react. He hates it, he can't stand it, he'll throw it out. Then his face lights up, he's grinning. He pulls the hoodie out, setting the box aside. He feels the soft fabric, then along the part where the shirts meet.

"Nico, it's, gods it's" He looks op at me, eyes so bright with joy. "It's perfect, I love it" He exclaims. "Thank you thank you thank!" Even though it's almost summer he slips the hoodie on. He crashes into me, wrapping me op in a bone crushing hug. "You're welcome" I mumble. I pat his back, a, hey let me go. He gives me one last squeeze before he let's go. "Where the hell did you even get this?" He asks. I reply without thinking. "At the camp stores" "You can get at the camp store?" He asks, snuggling his face into fabric. "Half of it yeah" I say. He cocks his head to the side. "Explain" He says, sticking his hands in the pocket. That was such a pain to sew. I chuckle "Well, I brought a camp half-blood hoodie, and a camp Jupiter hoodie, and then I cut them in half, and then I sewed together. And there you go, new hoodie. I did that, because I know you have a hard time choosing between your camp half hoodie and your camp Jupiter hoodie, and also, it's like, because they're both your home in different ways." I explain, leaning my elbow on the dresser. Jason sniffles, and I glance op in a panic. "Nico, honey. Thank you, so much" He's getting a little teary eyed. "I love it, I love it so much" He wraps me op in another hug, lifting me off my feet by accident. "Hey, it's okay" I rub my hand op by his back. "it's okay" I whisper. He chuckles, pulling back. "What you do with the rest?" He sniffles. I cringe a little. "Well, I didn't wanna throw it out, so I did the same with them" I say, rubbing the back of my neck. "Do you have it?" He asks. "Yeah, you can have that one too if you wa-" "No" He chuckles. "No I don't want it, does it fit you?" I stop halfway through looking for the hoodie. "It fits like your clothes fit me" "Great, put it one, we'll have matching clothes" He almost giggles. I grab it out and slip it over my head. I smile at my happy boyfriend. He caresses my cheek. Leaning in for a kiss. It's short and sweet.

"That's better"

I said sit

The Seven and I are sitting at heath. Talking about how the hell we made it through that quest. We should realistically all be dead. We really should be, me especially. How did I don't spilt my head down the middle and die. How did I not get amnesia and forget what we were doing. I hit my head so mange times, like how did nothing happen to me. I snap my attention up to see who's walking over to us. Nico, my, well, not quite my boyfriend yet, but we're flirting. We're getting there. The others do know, we don't hide it. Why should we. "Nico! join us, sit sit" Percy calls. Nico stops in front of the circle, there's no room for him to sit anywhere, unless he sits on the grass. "Um" Nico utters, looking around awkwardly. He still hasn't really found his place among the seven. Which is, understandable, we did debate saving him, which was really shity of us. And extremely shity of me, considering that I'm now trying to date the dude. It brings a lot of guilt, because, I almost let him die in that jar. "Why don't you sit with Jason" Piper asks, nudging me. "What?" Nico murmurs, if you don't know him the way I do, you won't see this, but he holds his hands behind his back. A small nervous thing he does. "Yeah" I pipe up, realizing that I was supposed to say that. "Come sit with me" "What do mean sit with you?" He asks. "There's no room for me to sit" He mutters. I sigh a bit, gods, that boy does not get it. "Come sit in my lap" I say, trying to sound causal. "Yeah no" Nico says, the words slow and unsure. The others pick back up the conversion. Nico slowly makes his ways to me. He stands behind me, but I reach back and tug on his belt. There's is light blush on his cheeks. Guess I shouldn't have gone for the belt. That's kinda sexual. "Sit" I whisper to him. He stares back at me, moving my hand off him. "No" He whispers. I tug him closer by the belt, he fumbles forwards and balances himself on my shoulders.

I've pretty much exited the conversion, focusing on Nico's refusal to sit. I don't think it's such a big, it's not like he'll be sitting on my- oh wait, he will be. So what, nothing's gonna happen. We're around 6 other people. "Please" I say, batting my eyes at him, the way Piper use to do to me to get her way. It worked for her, it always tricked me. Nico sighs, and swings his legs over, getting into the inner circle. He does sit, but not properly. He's almost just sitting on my knees. I don't comment, I know it wouldn't do any good. I rejoin the conversion the best I can. But I'm distracted by Nico a lot. He's exceptionally light, almost like he's not sitting at all. And he keeps shifting his weight, like he's trying to do something, but he can't. I wrap my arms around his hips, and that's when i feel it. He's feels to light, because he's not sitting, he's hovering. I pull him back, sitting him fully in my lap. I lean up to his ear, resting my head on his shoulder to not look too suspicious. "I said sit, honey. Not hover" I murmur. He huffs out in embarrassment, but it could be confused for a sound of amusement. Probably what he was aiming for. I've got him against my chest. I lay on head in the crook of his neck, relaxing into this new feeling. It's really nice. I shift a bit under him, and I feel him tense up. I choose to ignore it, and rejoin the conversion for real this time. How did we not die, like how. The subject shifts to Nico, who's is getting quite uncomfortable with sitting in my lap. The warm press of his body against mine, isn't exactly making me uncomfortable. Well, not in the way I'd thought it'd make me uncomfortable. I'd thought, that it'd make me sweaty and get my legs to fall asleep. While I am a little sweaty, my legs aren't sleeping, my lower body is, um, happy. Let's say it like that, I think you know what I mean. Morning wood, just in the afternoon. I guess I should have known.

It's not that bad yet, just a bit. But I know he won't move, 1 : because I won't let him 2 : If I ask him nicely, he'll happily cover for me until the others go away. 3 : He's frozen up, he won't leave unless I make him. This is probably what he wanted to avoid, But hey, I bet he doesn't mind. While we're not dating, we do have, sexual experiences together. We've kissed, made out, shoved our hands own each other's pants and gotten the other off. It's not like he's never touched or seen it. He has, he's seen it, he's touched it, and he liked it. So did I. My body is not a secret that he has to ask to see. My body is his to look at, to touch, to have. My body doesn't don't hold secrets from him, it holds a warm welcome. I can't speak on Nico's behalf though. He's still rather shy about that kinda thing. I suppose it comes from being raised in the 1930s. The whole, sex was bad, and gay sex was down right 'unholy'. But we're working on it. "How you survive that?" Percy asks. "It wasn't that bad" Nico chuckles nervously. "It'd happen before, when I was younger" They others have gone silent, waiting for Nico to continue. I don't remember what Nico had said to get this reaction. I'm having a little trouble focusing. "Um, I think I was around, 10" He guesses, he folds his arms over mine. Another nervous thing he does. Reaching for his own hand to hold. I move my right arm move his, and lace my fingers with his. His hand is slightly sweaty. I squeeze it tightly. Percy makes a sort of, go on, gesture. "Um" Nico stutters on. "I just, sorta, kneed em, and wacked them on the head. Then I took what I needed, and ran away" He shrugs. The others break out in laughter. "Oh, that's so a 10 year Nico" Leo, (who's on my other side) laughs out, aiming to shove an elbow in Nico side, but he get me instead. "Ow" I yelp, untwisting my fingers from Nico's. I lightly slap the top of Leo's head. "Sorry" Leo laughs. Nico awkwardly chuckles along.

I lay my hand back over Nico's, and he twists his fingers into mine. "Oh fuck!" Piper yells out, jumping op from her seat next to me. "What?" Annabeth asks. "We're late!" She yells. Everyone else get's op in a hurry. What are we late for? I haven't been told of anything. "What's going on?" I ask, shifting Nico in my lap. "We'll explain later okay? don't worry!" Leo yells as they all sprit off. Nico goes to move, but I hold onto him. "Jason I have to-" "Honey, stay here" I insist. "I have to help them" "With what?" I ask. "Stuff" I would later find out, that said stuff, was a secret birthday party for me. Percy stops, turning around. "Nico!?" Percy gestures for him. But grab onto his hips. "Stay with me" I whine. "Sorry!" Nico yells back to him, settling back into my lap. Nico huffs in frustration. "I hate you" He mutters. "You love me" I snuggle into the crook of his neck. Nico shifts around, making me twitch. "What the fuck have you got in your pockets? It's so stiff" He shifts around even more. Sweet, innocent Nico. I pull him, getting him sat straight on me. "Sweetheart, I don't have anything in my pockets" I start. Nico shifts a little more, almost making me groan. "What?" He asks. "Baby, that's me, so be a good boy. And cover it for me, Mhm?" Nico chokes on his own spit. "Did you really have to say it like that?" "I'm only teasing you" I chuckle. Nico shoves his elbow back, hitting me in the rips. "Ow!" I yelp and jerk in pain. "That hurt" I whine. "Sorry" He mumbles, reaching back to hold my hand. I pull back for a seconds, but then I let him have it. He shift his weight, leaning forward, hovering again. "Baby, I said sit" I grunt and yank him back. "Okay" He sighs.

"I'll be good"

Attention

Growing up as a son of Jupiter, has made me like rules, and I like to stick to them. So when Nico told me he was a brat, I didn't quite get it. But then he explained further, and I did get it. He wants rules, and he wants boundaries, but he also wants to push them until there's a reaction. So, when he suggested that he wanted me to kinda take on a role like that. Which, I didn't mind, again, I like rules. I agreed. But I didn't quiet expect this. I'm trying to draw op some more temples, but Nico's annoying me. He's standing behind me, nudging my shoulder. "Jaceyyy~" He whines, shaking me. "Enough Nico. In a minute" I say, shoving his hand off. I focus back on the paper in front of me. I don't look back to see if Nico's still standing there. He better not be. The new Hera temple doesn't look quite right yet. The roof's weird. I erase it. Suddenly, there's a hand in my hair. "No, go sit on my bed, I'll only be another couple minutes" I reason, removing his hand. "But-" "No buts, go sit" I repeat "Hear me ou-" "Hush sweetie, I just need a bit longer, I promised you, It'd spend time with you. AFTER, I finished this temple" I sigh and try to redesign the roof. "You said that 10 minutes ago" He grumbles. I sigh and lay down my pencil. "I know I said that, but I promise I'm done soon" I say, my head's aching. It's been such a long day. My chair is pushed forward, and the table digs into my chest. "Hon-" My chair losses balance and it falls back. I crash on the floor. I hit my head on the floor. Fuck. I look op at Nico, who's standing above me, with his arms crossed and a pout on his face. "Nico!" I sap. "Don't tell me you did that" "Fine, I won't tell you" He brats. I get to my feet, breathing deeply to steady myself. I need to get back to work. I get in front of him, standing a good way taller than him. He's looking at me, like he knows he's misbehaving and that I'm getting tired of it.

I place one arm around his hips, to keep him from running. I draw my other hand back, never breaking eye contract. Then I strike him on the bottom. A very clear warning. He jumps at feeling "That's quite enough, what is it with you?" I ask. He swings his arms around my neck. Whining. "What?" I ask. I plant my other hand on his rear. He shifts around, whining. Goddammit. "Come on baby, what is it? Tell me" I demand. Nico whines, tugging my neck down. "What?" Nico tugs me further down. I pull my head op. What is with him today. "What?" I repeat. He whines, stomping his feet. "Baby" I warn. "I want a hug" He mumbles. For fucks sake, a hug. All that for a hug. "A hug?" I clarify. "Yes.." I sigh, this is gonna be a long day. I move my arms op, pressing him into me. "Better?" I ask. He mumbles something that might be a yes. He snuggles into me. Finally quiet. I go to pull away, but he whines and tugs me closer. "Sweetheart" "Please" He mumbles. "Just a little longer" "Alright" I exhale, I let my right arm slide down and pat his little cute ass. He happily snuggles into arms. "You're needy today" "I know" He mumbles. "I'm sorry" I rest my hand in his back pocket. "It's alright" I sigh. He doesn't want to be difficult, he just doesn't know how to ask for affection or attention. Which means, he brats and whines until I understand what he wants. That can end op leading to a lot of punishment, but he likes that part of it too. So it's alright. I let myself smile. I pull back, Nico whines and tugs at me. "Hold on a second" I mumble. I get back in my chair, leaving just enough room for Nico. I pat my lap. "Come on baby, sit" A happy Nico sits himself down, he presses himself against me. Resting his head on my shoulder. I wrap an arm around him, patting his back. I soot closer to my desk and pick op my pencil to finish off the roof on the Hera temple. After a lot of drawing, easing, and re-drawing. Nico starts to kiss and nibble on my neck, wanting my attention.

"I know" I murmur running my hand op his back. I'm getting so frustrated with the drawing. I lean my head to the side, letting Nico have his fun. It's been a long day for both of us. The lines just don't look right. I throw the pencil on the table. I can't finish it, I'm too annoyed. I pat Nico on the back. "Op" I instruct. He whines but he does get op. I do the same, pushing my chair in. I yawn, covering my mouth. Nico comes op in front of me, slinging his arm around my neck. Pulling at it. "Mhm?" "Can I have a kiss?" He asks, getting op on his tiptoes. I smile and lean down to complete his wish. I throw my arms around his waist, pulling him closer. I smile into the kiss, and he take the chance to deepen the kiss. I stumble back a little, the bend of my knee hitting my bed frame. Surprising. Our tongues play for a bit, before I let myself fall down on the bed. Sitting on the edge, I pull Nico down with me. He's straddling me. Now I'm leaning op to reach him, it's not a new feeling, we kiss quiet often. But it's still unusually, because I'm taller he usually has to reach op to kiss me. So having to lean op is still rather new. Nico shifts closer. Gently pressing himself against me. I pull back, giving him a bit of breathing room. He shallows, and I follow it down his throat. He's pretty. I wanna yank him back and kiss him until he's whining for more. I bet he'd happily comply. I tug him closer by his waist. "Mhm?" "I want my baby" I mumble, laying down on my back and yanking him with me. Nico stumbles forward, landing on his elbows on top of me. "Rude" He whines. "Aw, how cute" I tease, bringing my hand op to tap his ass. He's on his elbows and knees, his ass higher op. He grumbles a bit, shifting around a bit. I smirk op at him. He pouts. "Aren't you cute?" I murmur. "Shut op" He mutters. I sigh, it's a small pit fall he makes a lot. Swearing. I rear back my hand, striking him hard on the butt. He jumps at it. Whining at the pain. "You've gotta quit swearing"

"Sorry" He mumbles. "Habit" "I know" I sigh. "We'll kick it" I lick my lips and grab his collar. Pulling him down into another kiss. Nico whines, shifting on his elbows. His mouth falls open, and I slip my tongue in. Nico shifts, getting his legs down beside mine. He relaxes on top of me. Happy to finally have my full attention. His hand twists in my hair. I sigh happily at the familiar sensation. Our tongues play for a while. But eventually Nico's gets bored, and he starts pulling my hair. Craving for more. I give him another pat on the ass, a hey, wait op. I pull back, panting. Nico's face is exceptionally red, he's panting, mouth slightly open. "Have you enough attention?" "No" He pouts. "We'll be at for a while, won't we?" I sigh.

"Unless you wanna go further"

"And give you what you want? No way"

Wrong

I'm standing by the strawberry fields, watching over campers as they pick strawberries. I've been picked to watch over them and to keep track of how mange they are picked and to pack them to be sold. We just started, so I'm waiting for now. But when the baskets start come, the camper should have counted them, but if they're not sure, then I have to recount them. Which means I have to count every basket. And that also means I'm in charge of everybody. Which, kinda sucks, but it's alright. The first one gets here, and I sit down and start to count. Fifty strawberries pr. packet. And a is basket is around two hundred give or take. This one two hundred specifically. So I pack them into four boxes. This goes on for a while, I slowly get behind by one basket. I'm getting a little confused, I haven't seen Jason yet. He never just drops it and walks off. We've been at it for a while, and I'm getting a bit worried. He never takes this long. Soon enough he goes get here but he's unusually quiet. "Hey" I mumble not brothering to look op because I can't afford to slowly down right now. "Hey..." He mumbles back and he gently tumbles the strawberries out into the big box that holds the strawberries while I sort through them. Somethings wrong. He tries to leave, but I reach op and grab his hand. "Are you okay?" I ask. "I'm fine" He sigh. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, just tired" He shakes my hand off and I let him. He walks off and I return to the strawberries that are piled high. The way the camp does this, is that one person watches over the rest of the campers while they pick the strawberries, and when all the strawberries are picked, the rest of the campers help pack the rest of the strawberries. Every three campers have a section to pick, and when they finish it, they help out with the packing. It's the way it's always been done. I go about packing more boxes and setting them in the tuck.

I hum along to the sweet summer tune that is being played from somewhere. I slowly get more and more behind, but it doesn't matter, they'll get packed eventually. A lot more people come by. But Jason's late again. I look over the fields, I hear laughter from Jason's section. Guess he's just having a lot of fun. That's good, he's been having trouble making friends here. It's nice to see him getting along with others. I think he might be the one joking around, because I don't hear him laughing. I guess I won't comment on it, he needs friends. More strawberries keep coming and I pick op the pace. Then Jason finally comes by again. And the second I see him, angry rushes through me. What the actual fuck. "What? what's wrong?" I grab his hand the second he's dropped the strawberries. "Nothing" He sniffles. Tears are running down his face, his are eyes red, and he keeps sniffling. "Jason, tell me what happened, now" I demand, squeezing his hand. He sighs and wipes his eyes. "The guys I'm with, keep making fun of me" he mumbles. Oh fuck no. That ain't happing while I'm here. "What on earth for?" I ask, rising from my chair. I step closer to him, but not touching anywhere else. "Being bi, being with you, just, being there" He sniffles, wiping away more tears. "Who?" "Nico please don't-" "Who?" I repeat. He sighs "Parker and Liam" those fucking assholes. I'm might kill em. I wanna kill em. "Why don't you, go over, and join Will's group he's in group 5, and I'll deal with them. Alright?" I say. Jason nods and shallows. I lean op and place a light kiss on his cheek. I send him over to Will, making sure that's he's out of ear shot. "Parker! Liam! Come here right now!" I yell, I almost go red in the face. I'm fucking fuming, I stand and wait for them to get op here. Watching as the pile strawberries slowly grows. They are in for quiet the earful with me. Since I'm in charge here, I decide what happens to them.

As they finally get op here to me. They're both looking rather sheepish. Almost scared. So, I lure them in with a smile, something they know, I don't really do. "What's so funny?" I ask, luring them in with a seemingly normal question. "Oh nothing, are we being too slow?" I think it's Parker who asks. Yeah, it's Parker, he's taller. "That too. Nothing? doesn't quite make sense" I say, slowly letting them see what I'm getting at. I watch on in amusement as fear flashes across their faces. They know why they're here. "So it's nothing to pick on my boyfriend?" I muse. A few people here pick on me too, but they stop the second I start talking. And for some reason, these two seem to think, they can pick on Jason, and I won't say anything about. Wrong bubby, fucking wrong. You mess with him, I mess with you. "We were kidding around" Liam chuckles nervously. I focus on him, staring directly into his eyes. "Do I look I'm kidding around?" I ask. They both fall quiet. "DO I?" I demand. "No" Parker says, holding back a chuckle. I take a deep breath, they want a reaction, fine I'll give them a reaction. "Oh, am I being funny now?" I ask, coldly. "Shut your goddamn mouth" Liam bursts out. They both start laughing at me. Wrong reaction. "Well, look like you're having too much fun. Sit down. Parker left side by the tuck, Liam right side by the box" I point to the chairs. They both fall quiet again, staring at me in disbelief. "Are you serious?" Parker asks, the blood draining from his face. "I will drag you to that chair, that's how serious I am. Sit your dumb asses down right now" The quietly take their respective seats. I set a pile of boxes by each of them. "Since you can't be nice, you'll sit here, in silence, and pack the strawberries" I say, picking op the crat and setting in the middle of the table. "I won't be helping, so get to work" They sit and stare at me for a second. "Now!" I snout, crossing my arms.

They rush to it. I stand there, watching. As they pack, I count them, I'm not going easy. Parker's about to wrap it op a packet when I reach over and stop him. "You got it wrong, recount them" I say, and smack the packet on the side and the strawberries roll across the table. Parker stares op at me again, anger and fear both clear in his eyes. "I said, recount them. Now" I scowl. Liam got the first one right. At least that one can count. As Liam goes to the second one, He screws op. I pull it away and dump them out. "You're off by more than 10, can you not count?" "I c-can" He mumbles. "Then get it right" I grunt. I don't think it's that hard, but a lot of people mess op under pressure. These two especial. More people come by, Will, Grover, Meg and of course the Stoll brothers. I don't see Jason, but Will's there more often now. Probably coming with Jason's. Understandable so, he doesn't like when I make a scene on his behalf. (Even though he does it all the time) I stand there, watching. Soon enough a group is finished, Grover's group. "Would you mind finishing theirs? they can't seem to play nice" It's not really a question, they have to go where I need them. So, they agree and head off to their part of the field. I' not sure if I should make them do it all alone, or let the others help. I knock over the packet Parker's sitting with. "Wrong, recount" I say. Parker's gone red in the face, realizing that I'm not kidding around. I'll happily have them here all evening. Liam's going more slowly and getting the right amount. The next group to finish, is Will's. Jason is standing at the back of group, not wanting to look at them, or maybe he doesn't wanna look at me. I think for a second. "You're free to either help the other or leave" I say. "Don't you want help with packing them?" Will asks. "No, No I don't. They'll be fine" I grunt. The rest of group go to leave, but I stop Jason. They owe him an apology.

"I think you two owe him quite an apology" I say, gasping Jason's hand tightly. I can hear him breathing, I normally can't. I know he only wants to run off and let these two mind themselves. But that's not how I work with people with this. They glance op, both mumbling a quick sorry. Jason nods and goes to leave but I hold him fast. "That is not an apology, speak op and look at him" I demand. Liam looks op. "I'm sorry Jason, it wasn't okay, I wasn't thinking about it" Liam mutters. "Thanks" Jason murmurs, shifting until he's standing flush against my side. "You weren't thinking" "I wasn't thinking" Liam repeats. "Parker?" I ask. "You got something to say?" I press. Parker looks op at me. Focusing on me instead of him. "Sorry, I was wrong" He says. "Don't talk to him, talk to me" Jason grumbles. I hold back a smile. There's he is, good. Parker focuses on Jason "I'm sorry, I was wrong" Parker repeats. "Thanks" Jason answers. I let go of his hand, signaling that he can go. Before he does, he grabs my jaw. Plating a kiss on my cheek. A small, I might look cross with you, but I'm not. He walks off, leaving me with them. I'll see him later. I smile, I guess it's rather curl of me, to be enjoying this. But I grew op with a lot of people like them, and now I have to do something about. So I have to, for the other people who grew op with people like this and couldn't go anything about it. I'm ready to stir op some trouble. They go about packing more packets. I slap a wrongly counted box out of Parker's hand. "Come on now! Get it right" I grunt. "It's 50, not 45 or 54. 50" I say. Parker sighs and starts counting again. The Stoll brothers come by with their groups last basket. "Alright" I wave them. "We don't have to help?" "No, we're good, go ahead and leave" I mutter, keeping my eyes on boys packing the strawberries. The run off with wide smiles on their faces. It's not often he get out of packing the strawberries.

The longer we go on. I start banging on table to let them know they strewed op. If they're one off, I bang my fit on the able on their side. More people drop off their last strawberries, and I get them to leave, which all of them are overjoyed to hear. We stand there for hours. They complain and ask how I can do this. But I stand firm. They're doing this, and I wil not weaver. Chiron stops by, waiting to see what's going on. I explain and he leaves them to me. Only telling me to get them back before curfew. Two hours before curfew, they finish. They're moaning and groaning as the I send the tuck off. I get a late dinner, normally you don't get dinner if you don't make it. But if it's because you're in charge of something for them, you get late dinner. I eat then head back to my cabin. I wanted to see Jason, to hold him, but it's too late. So I just decide to head to bed. I yawn, opening the door. I close it without looking, then blink my eyes open. I jump back, throwing the door back open behind me. My heart races, I can't see properly. I slap my hand over the light switch, the light flicking to life. "Easy, it's just me" It's Jason. He's sitting on my bed, waiting for me. I shiver and close the door. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I heave and close the door behind me again. "I wanted to give you a little thank you for sticking op for me" Jason makes his way to me very quickly, slinging his arms around my middle. "It's alright, you don't-" Jason cuts me off with the press of his lips on mine. I muffle a surprised noise into his lips. I freeze op my arms out like I was going to grab something. My mouth falls open slackly, more surprise then invitation. I slowly place my hands on his hip, relaxing into the familiar feeling. He pulls back, smiling. "Have to do anything..." I finish. I smile. We tumble into bed, we get undressed and cuddle op in bed. As Jason snuggles into my hair, he whispers. "You didn't have to do that" I wrap my arms around his hips. "Yes I did" I whisper back in the darkness. I pull him closer, resting my head against his chest. "You didn't" he kisses the top of my head. I shuffle until I can see his face. "Yes, I did. I love" I murmur, leaning in and closer a light kiss on his lips. "I love you two"

"But you didn't have to"

"Shut op I'm too tired to argue"

Again?

I drag my heavy body op, it's too fucking early. There's a throbbing pain in my head. No, no, no. Not another migraine. The light is flooding in through the windows. I groan and fall back in bed, turning on my stomach to bury my face in my pillow. I feel the sunshine on my back, warming op my skin. I have so much to do today, I can't have a migraine right now, I'm too busy today. It's so bad, I don't even when try to get op. I yawn into the pillow. It hurts my rips to lay like this, but If I lay on my back, my head will explode. I shift on my side, pulling my pillow out from under my head and I press it to my face to block out the sun light. There's a knock on my door. I groan at the sound, it's too much. There isn't another knock, but a soft opening of it, a small sound to make sure I hear whoever is coming in. I hope it's Nico. I want it to be Nico. The doors closed "Honey?" It's my boyfriend's sweet, low voice. Thank the gods. "Mhm" I grunt. "Oh" He sigh. I hear a little rustling around, the sound of paper and the sound of a pen. He taps my shoulder and I shuffle to face him, my eyes half open. He's sitting on the floor next to my bed, pen and paper in hand. "I know you had a lot to do today, so give me a list, and I'll make sure that people know it'll have to be pushed" He whispers. I grunt. "Um" I start, my own voice making my head ache. "Will, Percy, Annabeth, and Grover" I mumble. "Okay" He whispers and gets op from his place on the floor. "Come on, Let's get you to my cabin" He whispers, leaning down to place a light kiss on my forehead. As I slowly make my way op in bed, Nico finds me clothes to wear. Without a word or permission, Nico pulls a T-shirt over my head, then a hoodie. I put on my own pants, because I won't let him do that. I grab my glasses and put em on. They don't help, but if I don't wear them I'll forget to bring them.

I pull the hood op, shading out the light. I hold my head, it's hurt so bad, It'd rather shot myself then have a migraine like this. A cold hand removes mine, lips pressing to my aching forehead. "You'll be okay" He whisper, so low that I barely hear it. I love that boy to death. Nico leads me to the Hades cabin. It's become a normal thing, I hate that it has, but it has. I hate that he has to help me with my migraines. But he always insists, that makes me feel a lot better about it. I've been under a lot more stress than usual, and apparently that can trigger it. I'm going through a wave of stress, so it's happening more and more lately. Nico opens the door to the dark cabin. He walks me in and sits me down on his bed. He closes the door and goes around drawing the curtains. I shed the hoodie, taking off my shoes as well, it's too hot to wear my hoodie. As I settle into his cold bed, Nico comes by, leaving another kiss on my forehead. "I'll only be a minute, then I'll be right back here" He whispers. "Mhm" I mumble and get comfortable in bed. Nico leaves, leaving me alone in his now almost pitch black cabin. It's a strange comfort, it's like coming home. Because it is home, my home is with Nico. My boyfriend, and first boyfriend ever. I feel at home with him, like nothing could hurt me as long as he there. I pull the blanket between my arms, holding onto to it for some sort of feeling. I close my eyes, but I'm not tired. At all. It's like I've never been more awake. It's always worse when I wake op with it. Because a lot of the time, I can't sleep to make it go away. The longest migraine I've had for 10 hours, and my god. I was a baby, I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, and I couldn't do anything. It was, the worst one I've ever had. Nico refused to leave me, sticking by me through it. It's hard to keep my eyes close, my eyes fall open. It's hard to sleep, it sucks. I shift in my jeans, why he did me jeans. I sit op, my head throbbing. I yank my jeans off and lay back down.

I turn on my back. I take a deep breath and stare at the ceiling. It's always so boring to be alone during a migraine. Because I can't read, I can't talk to anybody, but I can, cuddle with my sweet, caring boyfriend. When he's there. I hear the door gently open. it's closed. The sound of shoes being taken off fills the room. Yep, Nico. I make some sort of noise that shows I'm still awake. Nico mumbles something for a yes. He get's in beside me, the bed creaking slightly under him. I turn over to look at him and tug at his shirt, a small hint we've made. It's hard to see in the dark, but I think Nico smiles. I shift closer and Nico wraps his arms around me. I try to relax in his hold, but it's hard. All my energy is bonusing around in my body. I whine and shift around a bit. Nico shift too, he's slow, he's probably tired. The gods only know how long he slept last night. I move his arms from around me, it's not good. Nico looks at me questionably. Like, what's wrong? I whine, shift on my back. I tug on his shirt again. "Op" I whisper to him. I need some sort of weight on top of me. Nico shuffles around, getting to his knees. He straddles me, then slowly get's down on me. He lays his legs down and his arms down by his side. He shuffles until he's got his head in the crook of my neck. It's the best thing today, pressure. For some reason, pressure helps me with a lot, anxiety, stress, relaxing, and for some reason it kinda helps with migraines. It's like the energy is squeezed out of my body, at least I can finally relax. "Better?" He whisper, his warm breath on my ear. "Mhm" I murmur. I Lean down and plant a kiss on his shoulder. I loosely stretch my arms down his back, I stick my hands into his back pockets. My body grows heavy under his, best sleep tactic ever. Get someone to lay on you, make sure they're either around your size or bigger. I normal despise the phrase size matters, but in this one case, size does matter. Because if they're too light it won't work as well.

All of a sudden, I'm getting really tired. I find my eyes fluttering closed, This reminds me of the time Nico dragged me to the Hades cabin when he had been away on a trip. He pulled me into his bed and refused to let me leave for anything. (other than the bathroom) He cuddled me until he fell asleep. It was a happy night. Nico shifts on me, jolting me fully awake. I feel his hips above mine, not on, but over my hips. It's okay though. It's nice. I slip my hand out his pocket, I lay my hand down on his rear. He makes some sort of slightly embarrassing noise. It's cute, he's cute. I'm getting more more tired, It's wonderful how Nico can get me to fall asleep. Nico kisses my ear, and I feel a sleepy blush come over my face. It's the best, I'd almost forgotten about the pain. But it's still there, being a pain in ass, or, well pain in the head. He gently bites into my ear. So, he's not sleepy yet, I'll fix that. I pat him on rear until he's humming out embarrassing noises. Sounds he never lets himself make. Eventually he gets sleepy and dozes off before me. I'm so tired, I blink until I can't seem to open my eyes again. I hope the pain wil have gone away by the time I wake op. I smile to myself, bedtime. I give an asleep Nico, one more pat on the rear end. Even though he's asleep, he whines. I know he likes it, and I love to see his reaction. So, I do it lot, more then I should. "Night night Baby" I mumble to him.

Fun

"Nico!" Jason clicks his tongue at me. I turn around. He's sitting on a bench with his nose buried in a book of some kind. He looks op, clicking his tongue at me again, like I'm a fucking dog. "Come here" He gestures at me. "Will you ask nicely?" I chuckle. "Just come here" He grunts. "I'm not a dog, you can't just call me like that" I grumble, I mean, I don't mind it. But definitely not in public. It's kinda embarrassing, but in a weirdly nice way. "Well, aren't you my puppy?" Thank fuck no one's in earshot. I feel a dark blush come into my face. "I'm not, don't. Not in Public" I stutter out. "Aw, aren't you cute. Now come here" He says, clicking his tongue again, the sound becoming normal to my ears. He set in a bookmark and closes the book. "Come on, don't make me ask again" He muses. I sigh and walk to the bench he's sitting on. "Mhm?" I mumble. He pats his leg, oh no. "Sit" He orders. "Can I not?" "Did it sound a question?" His voice goes a little stern. "No, it didn't. But I'd like to think it was" I murmur, dropping my eyes. "Sit your ass down" he repeats. "Why?" I mumble. "What do you mean why? Do I need a reason to want my boyfriend in my lap?" He bats his eyes at me. "In public, you do" I grumble. Jason stands, tugging at my belt, causing me to fumble and almost fall over. "Then let's go back to my cabin, because I want you in my lap. Preferably now" He demands. "Okay okay" I chuckle, trying to not show how freaked out I am by the way he's acting. It's a bit little scary, but also really hot. He slings in arm around my hips, his fingers hooking into my belt to drag me along. I stumble along his side I can. "What's with you today?" I breath out, not daring to look at him. "What?" He asks, halting us. "What's with you? You're so, demanding" I mumble. "I didn't mean to be" he says, tugging at my belt to turn me around to look at him. I can't look op, the sudden tone shift is too weird.

He cups my face, placing his fingers under my jaw, gently guiding my head op. I look everywhere but him. "Nico, look at me. Please" It's not a question and I know it isn't. I blink and take a deep breath. I look op, finally seeing the look in his eyes. There's a look I've never seen. It's want, it's love, it's dominance and it's concern. "I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?" "Well, no" I start, shallowing down the lump in my throat. "But, it's strange. You've never acted like this" I reason. His fingers loosen on my jawline. "Do you want me to stop?" The question rings in my ears. Stop? No, it might be strange but it's nice "No" I say, reaching op and placing my hand over his hand on my face. Tugging at it to get him to let go. He does and I let my hand drop down beside myself. "Well come on" He tugs at my belt, and I swear he's trying to get me hot and bothered. "To my cabin" Jason says, tugging me the rest of the way to to Zeus Cabin. He only let's go when he has to get the door. I walk myself in, jumping a bit when I feel a hand my lower back. His fingers are hooked into my belt yet again. He's guiding me in? That's new as well. The butterflies in my stomach won't seem to settle. It's all so surprising. I stand still as he closes the door, it's not really a choice, if I tried to move, he'd pull me back by my belt. Which might make me fall on my face. I'd rather avoid that. Jason mumbles something about being well behaved and waiting. But it's like I've got water in my ears and I know I don't have water in my ears, because I forgot to shower this morning. Gods, I must smell a little. It's okay, he's hasn't commented on it, so it can't be that bad. His hands slide into my back pockets. He rests his head in the crook of my neck. He licks op my neck and I almost jump. "H-Hey!" I yelp. He chuckles, starting to bite around a bit. "Yes?" He murmurs.

"What are you doing? This isn't what-" "I know what I said Honey, but I want a bit more before that" He bites into my ear, and I almost scream out at the suspiring pain. I bite on my lip to keep it down. I cannot take it, it hurts. I whimper as he bites down even harsher. His teeth pull off my ear. "I thought you said you liked pain" He chuckles. "Not out of the blue" I heave. "Understood" He whispers into my ear. He leans in, kissing the place he had been biting on. "I'll work op" He slips his hands out my pockets, yet again hooking his fingers into my belt. He pushes at me, walking me forward. I stumble along to his bed. I fumble forward, almost falling as he suddenly turns me towards a chair in the corner. Fuck, why is this turning me on. His hips are pressed against mine as he finally gets us to the big round chair. He glides his finger around to the front if my belt, stepping in front of me. He falls down on the big white fluffy blanket. He clicks his tongue and tugs at my belt again. How was it not broken yet? It's not a stretchy belt. It's thin leather had I've worn on and off for years, it should have snapped by now. "Careful with that" I say, shuffling closer. "Sorry?" "It's old, please don't snap it" I shallow. He moves his fingers from under my belt and into the beltloops. That's not good either, these jeans are getting a bit old too and I'd rather not have to sew it them back together again. "Careful with that too" I mutter, feeling rather fragile standing in front of him. "These are old, I've already had to sew them together once" I shallow around the lump in my throat, why won't it go away. Jason rakes his eyes over me, looking for a different place to pull. He sighs as he turns op nothing. "Where can I pull then?" "You can pull there, just be careful" I say, voice smaller than I've ever heard myself talk. He hooks his fingers back under my belt. "If I break it, I'll buy you a new one. Deal?" He asks, catching my eye.

I nod. "Deal" I repeat, voice becoming even smaller. It's like I'm losing my voice but I'm not fucking sick. He tugs at it again, and I suddenly remember why he dragged me here. I move down, carefully shifting until I'm seated on each of his legs. Apparently, that wasn't where he wanted me. When he said his lap, he meant his lap. He wraps his arms around my hips and pulls me fully into his lap, my chest pressed tightly against his. He leans op, kissing around my slightly sore jaw. I never thought anything Jason did would leave me sore. But he'd gripped onto my jaw a little too tightly. I hope there isn't a mark, that'd be hard to explain. Like yeah, my boyfriend just grabbed me, no no he's not abusing me. He just grabbed me. No one would believe that. I tense op as he gently bites into the slightly sore skin. He doesn't ask, only moving down to bite somewhere else. I feel my legs press in on his sides out of pure reflex. My shoulders drop, my body relaxing. I feel a small smile come on. It's been too long since we've done anything. Blood flows from my head to somewhere much lower. I sling my arms around his shoulders. "Isn't this nice?" He whispers into my head. "Mhm" I murmur, my knees dig into his side. It's just reflex at this point. I maybe be smaller, but siting in his lap makes me feels taller then him. I know I'm not, but it's nice to feel taller for once. There's a chill down my spine, for some fucking reason, I'm getting cold. I shiver in my T-shirt, I had forgotten my hoodie back at my cabin. "Are you cold?" He asks, leaning op to lightly nibble on my ear. "A little" I whisper. Jason pulls my arms off his neck and slips his hoodie off. Then he pulls it over my head. I put my arms through the holes and half snuggle into the fabric. I know I'll take it off in a bit, but right now, I'd like to not be cold. I'm still a bit cold, because the fabric is loose on me. All his clothes are too big on me, I always feel so small while wearing anything of his.

He reaches a hand op, caressing my cheek. "You look so cute in my clothes" He muses. His hand glide onto the back of my neck. What's he doing? His fingers twist in my hair, lightly grab a fit full of hair from the back of my head. He yanks my head back and I bite down a whimper. It's like he's ripping out my hair out. Through the pain, I find a happy feeling settling in my stomach. I peel my eyes open again, blinking look down at him. Jason's smirking op at me. That annoying boy. He's doing it on purpose isn't he. This is what he wanted me here for. I should have thought so. I press my hips down to get back at him. He pulls my hair again. I press down again. There's a small tap on my rear. A warning. "Careful there" He groans, woah, a double warning without a real slap. He's going easy on me. No way. I huff and push down again. There's a good smack on my ass and I can't help but jump a bit. It's good. I glance down at him it's clear he knows I got what I wanted. His smirk twists downward. Unhappy. His face has become rather neutral. It's like he's trying to figure out what he what's to do with me. "You damn lucky I'm not wearing a belt" He grunts. I hold back a laugh, that's not really a good theat. We're in his cabin, he could just get one. I guess he'd have to move me then, he wouldn't like that. I'd probably run out just to get at him. "How so?" I tease, gliding my tongue over my teeth. "You know damn well why you're lucky" He chuckles and lands another smack on my rear end. "Because If I was, that would have been a belt and not my hand" He grumbles, resting said hand in my pocket. This gonna be funny. He gently tugs my head back to get to my neck. He nibs around and kisses the parts he can reach. I hum happily, I know he won't like it. He leans into my shoulder and bites down harsher than I expected. I bite down a small whimper. I tense op a bit, finding the pain, rather painful and not in a good way.

I whine, shifting a bit. "That hurt" I whine, shuffling around to make him uncomfortable. "That's the point Sugar" He muses "But it's doesn't feel good" I grumble. "It's not supposed to feel good for you, it's supposed to be fun for me" Jason chuckles. "You suck" I whine bring my arms back op around his shoulders. "And you shallow" He mumbles into my skin, biting down again. A blush rushes to my cheeks. Gods damn it. At least he's not lying. I shift a bit, where is this gonna end? On his bed? On the floor? With someone bursting through the door? With me over his knee? Who knows. I don't really care, as long as no one bursts through the door. That wouldn't be good. Oh who I'm a kidding, the kid would slam the door shut again. I would freak the fuck out, and Jason would he laughing his ass off. I grip into his shirt as he bites down again. I'm getting too hot in his hoodie. I go to take my arms away from his neck, but he reaches back and stops me. "I want the hoodie off" I mutter, my voice not coming out how I want it to. I'd hoped I'd sound steady ,calm and maybe a little sexy. But no, my voice cracks and is so unstable that I sound like I just stopped crying. My voice has been a bitch lately. "No, you're too cute in it" Jason's voice takes on a slightly whiney tone. Like he really means it, he's not just saying that to be mean. I let my arms lay back down, guess I'll just sweat. He still hasn't kissed me, does he don't want to? I might have forgotten to shower, but I did brush my teeth. So it's not my breath. I tug at his neck, pushing his head further onto my shoulder by mistake. The wrong way. "Mhm?" He muses, biting around. I've been so caught up in the pain, that I didn't think about the mark that's got to forming by now. Shit. At least it on my shoulder, I should be able to hide it. "Won't you kiss me?" I plead. He laughs into my skin, sending a shiver down my spine .

He pulls back from a neck. "Only if I can take your belt off" He says. My belt? What does that have to do with anything? "Su-sure" I stutter, suddenly feeling a cold sweat run down my back. Jason reaches down and works the belt open and off. "Get op" He demands. I stay for a second. "Get, op. Now" At his insistence I do. He grabs me by my hips and spins me around. Is he gonna hit me with my own, almost broken belt? I feel the material wrap around my wrists. Oh. Fuck. I'm dead. It gets tighter and tighter. "Wiggle a bit, make sure it's not too tight for you" He instructs. I do, wiggling my wrists around a bit. It's tight enough that I can't get out, and loose enough to be safe. I nod, not trusting my voice to hold any more words. He spins me around again, hands staying my on hips. My jeans have gotten very uncomfortable. I know he sees it, but he doesn't comment. Only leaning down to kiss me. I can't do much more then step as close as possible. He brings a hand op to hold my face in place. He pulls back, laughing at the state I'm in. I'm on my tip toes, leaning op to get back to his lips. He places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back down on my flat feet.

"Oh Darling, this is going to be so much fun. Well, for me"

Memories

As Nico and I settle into bed, I'm twisting and turning way more then usual. I can hear Nico snoring beside me, and I try not turn onto him. I've been up since 5 this morning, so I stupidly thought that I won't have trouble falling asleep. After a rather harsh turn, Nico stops snoring. Fuck. "Jacey?" He asks groggily. I twist on my side to look at him in the darkness of night. "Mhm" I murmur, my head starting to ache in the not surprisingly hot Zeus cabin. "What's-" He start, a yawn cutting him off. "Up?" he asks, snuggling to keep his eyes up. "I can't sleep" I mutter out. A sleepy Nico shuffles closer and tucks himself into my body, wrapping his arms around my hips. "Bed" He murmurs into my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. "Could you lay differently?" I ask, holding Nico helps but I find sleeping a lot easier with a weight on top of me. He makes a sound of agreement. "Up?" He asks, detangling himself from me to resettle where I want him. "Yes please" I say. My tired boyfriend moves onto top of me, getting comfortable with his head in my neck. He rests his hands on my shoulders and hums into my neck. Sending another shudder down my back. The very last bit of stress is pressed out of me as he rests his body on mine. Nico is maybe ten kg smaller then me, but that's still enough weight to keep me down and calm. With Nico sleeping on me, I can't twist and turn anymore. I feel a lot safer sleeping with Nico. My body grows heavy, and I fall into a deep sleep.

Next thing I know, I'm back at Camp Jupiter, at my first training. They expected so much of me, I was Jupiter's son, I had to know how to fight. When I didn't take to it right away, everyone was disappointed. The sword drops from my hand and the other kids my age laugh and point. I remember running away in tears. I hid away into my bunk, crying under the covers. Then I'm thirteen again, standing in front of the whole camp, I'm holding a speech. The same speech the older campers always wanted me to repeat. I remember that standing there, on that stage, and just feeling the weight of the world settling on my shoulders. It was the first time I realized that no matter what I said or did, I would always be a son of Jupiter first, and a person second. I still feel that way a lot of the time. Never with Nico though. Nico treats me like a person, which is a low bar. But I have to admit, that's what made me fall for him, he actually cared about me, my feelings and my hobbies. Guess I'm just a sucker for anyone who treats me like person. The image changes again, I'm running into the forest at Camp Jupiter. I don't quite remember this. I'm, maybe eight. Crying, I climb up in a tall tree. What happened? I don't recall this at all. Everything else has been memories, why isn't this? A couple boys come running into the forest, their face are blurred and almost non existing. They all look around for me and yell for me to come. What is this even? I'm hiding in the treetop. There's something on my face, it that blood? Why is there blood on my nose? Did I get hurt? Did I fall? Did they do that? Fear sets in and my blood runs cold. All of a sudden, I lose my footing. This is a memory. Fuck how did I forget. I brace for the impact, but there's nothing. The forest is completely quiet. The boys are starring at up at me. I peel my eyes up and a shook of fear runs through my body. I'm floating in mid-air, legs curled up with my arms up around my ears. I hold back a scream and grab for a branch. I cultch my hands around it, and for some reason, I stay afloat. The time I figured out I could fly. The five boys run from me screaming. Gravity takes hold and I fall. I try to hold onto tree, but the branch is too fragile, and it snaps with the strain of my weight. I crash to the ground, the second my face hits the dirt.

I startle up in bed. Nico's rolled off me sometime during the night. My chest's tight, I can't breathe, it's like my throat is closing. I wrap my arms around myself, hands steady on my bare shoulders. I bury my head into my crossed arms. My heartbeat is drumming in my ear. It feels like I just ran from one end of camp to the other. I only notice that I've been rocking back and forth when I feel the blanket on the end of bed touch my legs. Fuck. I glace over to the alarm clock on my nightstand. 4:35, you have got to be kidding me. I have to be up in two hours. The sun is already slowly rising, making the sky a light yellow that fades to blue. "Fuck" I mumble sniffling. Warm tears roll down my cheeks. Through my blurry vison I look over at Nico, he's peacefully sleeping. Should I? I shouldn't. I wipe away the tears. Just because I woke up doesn't he has to get up as well. I swing my legs over the side of the bed, getting out of bed as quietly as I can. There's a cold sweat running down my back, I'm shivering. As I pull a hoodie over my head. I spot a window open, I didn't open any window. Maybe Nico opened it. I can go outside in sweatpants, right? Yeah, yeah, it's fine. I slip on my shoes, stopping by the door to hear if Nico's sleeping. There's a small, gentle snoring. Thank the gods I didn't wake him.

The door creaks a little as I open it. Just as I close it, I realize that leaving maybe isn't the best idea. If I go on a walk, and Nico wakes up, he won't know where I am, and then I'll get an earful for not telling him or leaving a note. Nico worries a lot, but I don't mind, most of the time anyway. I'm not going back inside, I need some air. I throw myself down the steps of the Zeus cabin. I guess I'll just sit here for a while. I breath in the sweet morning air. My heartbeat slowly returns to normal. Even though I know it was only a memory, the fear has settled deep in my stomach. More tears fight to fall, and I give up. I lay my head on my knees, the tears rolling down and soaking into the soft fabric. Fucking shit. I sniffle, wrapping my arms around my legs to stay stable. At least no one else is awake to see me like this. I hiccup, damn it. I rock a bit, trying to calm my nerves. I sniffle again and lift my head, dragging my sleeve over my wet eyes. I hear a small creaking behind me, did I not close the door properly? There's a small hand on my shoulder. I twist my head to look at him. A half sleep Nico is standing behind me without a shirt on. "What's wrong?" He yawns, tangling his hand into my hand. "Just a, bad dream. Bad memoires" I shallow down the cold worry that had set in my throat. He gently tugs my head up, leaning down to kiss my forehead. "I'm sorry honey" He ruffles my hair then lets go. His sweet voice makes the fear in my stomach disappear. Another tear presses past my eye, and Nico's soft hand reaches down and wipes it away. "Come back to bed, it's too earlier" He pleads. I nod and push myself of the steps. As I stand facing Nico, he reaches up and slings his arms around my neck. He leans up and snuggles his head against my neck. "You'll be okay" He whispers and kisses my cheek. He gets down and laces his hand with mine. He pulls me back inside.

Sniffling, I close the door behind me. "Sorry" I mutter. "Don't you dare be" He yawns again, he never gets up this early. I've had to get up at four a couple of time, I'm a little mere use to it. A sleepy Nico spins me around to the side of the bed. "I love you" He murmurs pulling me in for a hug. I let myself sink into his arms, not bothering to hold back the tears. I mumble the same words back to him, but I don't think he can understand a word that comes out of my mouth. "You're okay" He whispers running his hand up my back. I sniffle, my nose is all stuffed up. A very tired Nico sits down on the edge of the bed, he gently tugs at my waist. I take the cue, shifting down with my legs on either side of him. His warm arms wrap around my middle. I cry into his shoulder, my tears rolling down his chest. "What was it about?" He asks, twisting a hand in my hair. "I, I-" I shake my head against his shoulder. I can't, it's too much. "Okay Honey, it's okay, I got you" He murmurs, gently running a hand up my back. He plays with my hair as we sit in the silence of an early morning. After maybe twenty minutes of straight up sobbing on his shoulder. I try to talk, but it's childlike babbling through even more tears. "Baby" He pleads, gentle hands pulling my head from his shoulder my cheeks. "You don't have to talk, okay?" He says wiping my tears with his thumb. "If you want, of course you can. But if it's only upsetting you more, then you don't have to, okay? I know it's hard" He reassures, leaning in and resting his forehead against mine. Tears roll down my chin, I whimper and throw my arms around my neck. We sit here for gods know how long. By the time I stop crying, the has risen into the morning sky, and my head is being spilt in half by a headache. "Come on, you need some sleep" Nico pats my back. Through still slightly blurry eyes I glace over at my alarm clock. Fuck, I can't. It almost 6 : 35, I have to get up soon anyway. "I, I can't" My voice is hoarser then I've ever heard myself sound. "I've class soon" I sniffle, I clear my throat and it hurts. "No, No you don't" Nico shakes his head, tugging me closer to him. "You didn't fall asleep until one this morning, and you been up since when? Four? " "4:35, I'm fine I should-"

"No" He says, getting a bit stern with me. "Bed" "Nico plea-" "No. You make me sleep after a night like this. You are going back to bed" He insists. I sigh, he's right. I do. Guess there's no way out of this. I'll tell Chiron later. "Could I have some water first?" I ask, wiping my runny nose on my sleeves. "Of course" He mumbles. I move off his lap and look for the bottle of water I brought back from dinner last night. I find it on my desk and down the half empty bottle. It feels like my head is being spilt open on sizzling asphalt. As I shallow the last bit, the tiredness takes it's troll on me and I stumble to my dresser. Nico's walking around, drawing the brand-new curtains he had the Hephaestus cabin install here so that I didn't have to walk to his cabin every time I have a migraine. I throw my now dirty hoodie off, it's covered in tears and snot. I dump it into my laundry basket and find a new one to wear. "Do you, want a shirt?" I sniffle. "Yes please" Nico makes his voice ten times lighter then normal. I laugh, finding an old hoodie of mine and throwing it in his face. "Hey!" He chuckles, bring his knee up to catch it. He pulls it on and walks over to me. "Come on, it is past your bedtime mister" He jokes patting me on the backside. I fake a gasp. "My bedtime? I have a bedtime?" I grab his shoulders. "Mhm, don't forget your naptime either" He leans up and kisses me. I let myself relax with his lips on mine, gently moving with him for a little bit. He pulls away. "Now no more avoiding, to bed with you" "I wasn't" "Yeah yeah shut it, bed" He says removing my hands from his shoulder. I sling my arms around his neck and tug him closer by it. "Mhm?" "You been up with me, so to bed with you too" I say. "That was the plan Honey" He mumbles letting me drag him to bed by his neck. As we tumble into bed together, Nico says something I don't quite catch. "What?" I ask, laying down on my side of the bed. Nico drags me into the middle and lays over me. "You are so" He bops my nose. "Cute" I feel a small blush come onto my already red cheeks. I pull the blanket over us. My eyes have grown very heavy and so it's no problem closing my eyes. "Jacey?" He mumbles "Mhm?"

"When you're ready to talk about it, I'm here. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know"

Distraction

I wake up to heavy rain crashing down outside. I smile happily to myself, I've been waiting to have another rainy day with Nico. But my plans go out the window as a lightning strike strikes down just outside. Oh well, it'll still be a rainy day. I drag my heavy body up and out of bed. Nico physically can not leave his cabin when it's thundering. So I pull on what have become my cuddle clothes, soft sweatpants, an old soft Camp Jupiter shirt and a newer camp Jupiter hoodie. I slip on my shoes but bothering to find socks. I'll be walking to the Hades cabin and not anywhere else if I can help it. With the thunder, I can't bring an umbrella. So, I have to walk in the rain. Nico won't mind through, as long as I'm not soaked to the bone. I walk out the door and onto the porch. I breath in the sweet smell of rain. It's rather foggy out and I can't see the Hades cabin anymore. I shrug and get out into the rain, starting my walk to the Hades cabin. As much as I'd like to slowly walk through the rain and soak into the feeling, Nico won't cuddle me if I'm soak through. He might be able to borrow my clothes when he's wet, I don't fit into his clothes. So, I rush to get there, both to not get too wet and get to Nico who's probably starting to get a little scared as the thunder has started to pick up. Or he's debating coming to get me. Probably not though. My guess is that he's laying curled in on himself, feeling ready to die. I get to door, but I don't bother knocking, it'll only be another sound that'll startle him.

I slip through the door that I've barely opened, I'd rather not get rain in. Nico's sitting upright in bed, jumping at every noise. "Hey" I say, yawning. I pull off my wet hoodie and toss it by the window to dry when the sun comes out. "Hi" He whispers. Oh, that bad already. I run my hand through my hair, getting the rain to settle into it. I can hear the thunder a lot clear here. I make my way to him, sitting down next to him on his bed. "Come on, we both know you need a hug" In seconds he throws himself over me and leans his head over my shoulder. I wrap my arms around my middle. "You'll be okay, I'm here" I murmur. Nico reaches his arms up and tightly holds onto my shoulders. There’s another loud bang just outside the window. Nico jumps at the sudden noise. His nails dig into the fabric of my shirt, and I squeeze him tightly. "You're okay baby" I muse, slipping a finger under his shirt to distract him. I gently slide my finger op the curve of his back. "Do you want me to distract you?" I ask. "Please" He murmurs into my neck. "Mhm, what do you need?" "Just, anything" He pleads. "Okay" I whisper, shifting him in my lap. Hands resting on his hips. I shift us both down so I'm laying on my back with him sitting above my hips.

He's also dressed in cuddle clothes, his black camp shirt and soft sweats. I tug at the waistband of the grey sweats. A cue. He moves down, getting on his hands and knees above me. I reach op, grabbing his collar. Another cue. He gets down on his elbows, his face only a couple of inches away from mine. "Mhm?" He mumbles. I lean op, lips barely touching his. He leans down, starting a sweet kiss. I keep a hand around his shirt, grabbing onto the fabric to keep him in place. I glide my other hand down into the back pocket of his sweats. A hand is shoved into my hair, gently tugging at it. I moan slightly. He jumps as there’s another roll of thunder outside. He's jumped back from me, panting with wide eyes. "Look at me, you're okay" I murmur, loosening my grip on his shirt. He shallows, sniffling a bit before he finally meets my eyes. "I'm here, there's nothing to be scared of" I say, slipping my hand out of his pocket. I rest my hand on his upper back. "I've got you" He nods, taking a deep breath. He leans in a bit, twisting his hand in my hair again. I gently guide his face back into mine. I bite into his lip, another distraction. He pulls at my hair ever so slightly.

"W-Wait" He stutters. I look op at him. "Mhm?" "My arms hurt, can we move?" He asks, face only an inch from mine. "Yeah of course" I say. Nico shifts off me and I sit op. I shuffle until I'm sitting with my legs criss crossed. Without a word, Nico sits himself in my lap. He wraps his legs around my waist and arms around my neck. "Hi" He murmurs. "Hi" I say, slinging my arms around his hips. Another loud crack of thunder rolls on outside. Nico whimpers and buries his head in my neck, resting his face on his arm. "Shh baby. I've got you" I murmur, gently tapping his hip. He shivers, the poorly insulated cabin barely keeping the heat inside. "Cold?" I ask. "Mhm" "I left my hoodie by window, should be dry" Nico gets off, gets the dry hoodie, pulls it on, and gets resettled in my lap.

"Jason?"

"Yes baby?"

"Can I keep your shirt for a bit?" He asks, voice small and doubting. The thought of Nico keeping my shirt, sleeping in it, wearing it around camp. It sends a shiver of pride down my back, knowing he would visibly be mine. "Yes, please keep it for a bit. I'd love that" I murmur, leaning op and leaving a kiss on his jaw. The thought of seeing Nico wake up in my shirt. Gods. Nico chuckles "That tickles!" He laughs. "Does it?" I ask, continuing to kiss along his jaw. "Jason!" He laughs, kicking at my back. "Mhmm!" He whines as I kiss down his sensitive neck. He wiggles around a bit. He doesn't jump or yelp as another strike of lighting hits the ground. Too distracted by my lips down his neck to notice. "Jacey!~" He murmurs, still gently kicking at my back in playful protest. "Do you want me to stop?" I hum into his skin. His fingers dig into my shirt. "Don't you dare" He chuckles, the feeling becoming normal. He hums in happiness, giving op on his thrashing. As i kiss back up his neck, he whines and his hold around my waist tightens. "Jason..." He breathes out.

"Yes baby?"

He doesn't respond

"Yes?" I repeat.

He leans his head back. A small moan slips past his lips. Oh, he's not asking me anything. He moans my name at least a dozen times as I keep kissing around his neck and collarbone. I snake a hand op under his (My) hoodie. He mumbles out a yes and I pull off him and yank the hoodie off. There's another roll of thunder outside but he doesn't notice. I've got him pretty distracted after all.

"Jason..."

"Yeah?"

"Take off my shirt"

"Happily"

I pull off his shirt and keep kissing around his collarbone, going lower with each kiss I place. He starts whining as I reach his pale chest. As I start gently biting on a sweet spot, his whining turns to panting. He's gonna kill me for all the hickeys later. But right now, all he has to say is. "Give me another, please" He begs. "You got it Sweetcheeks" I mumble. I smile into his chest, sucking on the red skin. I gently bite on it. He lets another, slightly louder moan slip passed his lips. There's a very loud lightning strike just outside the cabin. Nico whimpers at the noise, but that's it.

I glance op at him, to make sure he's okay. He's still panting, but he looks fine. "Good?" I ask, just to be completely sure. "Yeah, I'm good" "Good" I say, leaning op and placing a kiss on his lips. He grabs ahold of my neck and kisses back. I smile at his reaction and let him keep ahold of me. He shuffles the closest he can. Getting needy.

Gods, I could stay here all day. Kissing him, touching him, having him. "Jacey?" He whines, pulling off me. "Yeah?"

"Let's not leave my cabin today, if we can avoid it"

"You read my mind" I mumble before going back in and rejoining our lips. Nico's fingers tips dig into the skin of my neck. I groan at the lovely pain. Nico whines into our kiss as I gently bit into his bottom lip. He'd later be mad at me, because I'd leave a bruise on his bottom lip.

He gently presses his hips into mine. I press back, moaning at the little friction I get from the movement. Nico whimpers, pulling back in surprise. "Sorry..." He whispers, blinking to realize what he just felt. "Did it feel okay?" I ask, resting both my hands on his hips. "Yeah..." he mutters. "Enjoy it then" I say and recreate the movement. He moans again, he slaps a hand over his mouth. "Someone will hear us" He whispers.

I take his hand away. "Not with this heavy rain and thunder" I reassure. "Just, let me distract you. I know you'll like it"

"Okay, distract me then"

Little one

As I walk into Zeus cabin, I'm so tired that I barely realized that Nico isn't here like he promised. Only as I call out for him, looking around, do i realize that he's nowhere in sight. I huff to myself and kick off my shoes. A habit I picked up from Nico a while back. He probably got caught up with his training again. I place my shoes neatly beside the door to not trip over them later. I sigh, it's like my head is being spilt down the middle. I shed my jacket and throw it over my desk chair. I want my baby, right now. He better get here soon. I drag my heavy body to my bed, falling down on it hard enough to make the bed creak. I fall down on my back, my sweater slipping op from jeans where it had been tucked in. My eyes fall closed, the pain in my head has grown unbearable. I groan and reach over to my bedside table. I rack though it without looking, sighing in relief as I feel the packet of painkillers I always keep in my cabin. I pop one and turn on my side. My little Nico always goes all grumpy when I take pills dry, but I still don't see the problem with it. I grab my duvet and hold it between my arms to have something as a stand in for my little one. I want nothing more than to have my baby in my arms. He has to get here soon.

I hear the door open and close. "Sorry I'm late, got caught up with some training" My baby's voice fills my ears. I let go of my duvet and get to my feet. "It's alright" I say before wrapping him op in a big bear hug. He chuckles, slinging his arms around my hips. I glide my arms down under his rear. "What?" He asks. "Am I overdue for a spanking?" "No" I chuckle a little and pull him op around my hips. He yelps, scrambling to wrap his arms around my neck to stay stable. "You are however overdue for a nap little one" I say, leaning op to place a kiss on his forehead. "Jason, I'm not little" He mutters, his pale cheeks turning a dusty pink. He looks away from me, his shy side showing. "Do you want to be?" I ask, gently bouncing him on my hip out of pure habit. He huffs a little, resisting the familiar feeling that usual has him calling me Daddy in under a second. "I guess it's been a while" He mumbles. "Let's get my little baby down a nap then" I say, hiking him a bit higher op on my hips as I turn to my dresser. I shift my baby to my left hip as I find pajamas for him. He whines, having fully slipped already. "I know, I just need a second sweetie" By the time I've found clothes for us both and gotten us both changed it's getting close to three and my little boy is almost snoring as he waits for me to draw the blinds. I set a clock to 5:30 so we get op a bit before dinner.

Nico whines, reaching out and making those adorable grabby hands. My heart melts in my chest and I get down on my knees to look op at my sleepy boy. "Yes little one?" I ask. "Cuddles" He pouts, grabbing at my shoulders. "Okay" I say, getting back op and getting into bed next to him. A very pouty boy crawls onto me and lays down with his head tucked into the crook of my neck. I sling my arms around his waist. He hums happily and snuggles into my neck, I mumble out more praise to calm him down to sleep. But it's not enough, so I reach down and pat him on the bottom. "It's nap time little boy" I mutter, my heavy eyes fluttering close. Nico whines and shifts his hips a little. I pat him firmly on the bottom again, he knows very well that a firm pat on the butt is a warning. "Sorry…" He mumbles. He shifts one last time and settles on me. There goes, maybe a minute before he says. "Daddy?" "Yes Sweetheart?" I mumble, blinking my eyes open to look at him. "Wil you, please keep doing that. It helps me sleep" He mumbles, his face has gone completely beet red. I huff at the familiar question. I still don't know why he always blushes when he asks that. "Of course," I say, patting him on the bottom again to soothe him. He hums happily yet again. Gods, little or not, that boy loves having his butt toyed with. It's such an easy thing, but gods it gets him all blushy. Sometimes, if he's getting on my nerves. All I gotta do, is gently tap him on the rear end. He melts right into my hands and then all I have to do is whisper in his ear. Maybe something like, be good now, quiet misbehaving or do you wanna end op over my knee?

I hear a small gently snoring. Even though I know he's sleeping, I pat him on the bottom one last time to be sure. I let myself loosen op under him. I'm really tired. It's been such a long day. I find my headache, completely gone. I'd almost forgotten I took anything for it. I guess my little boy always helps with any pain. I slide a hand op his (my) shirt, resting his hand on his lower back. I gently grab onto his rear and let myself fall asleep.

As I blink open my eyes, the first time I see is Nico's shoulder. He's leaning over me to turn off the alarm. "Evening" I yawn. "Evening" He greets lowlily. He goes to move off me, but I grab onto his thighs and keep him where I want him. He sighs and leans in to kiss me. Our lips move together of maybe twenty seconds. "Happy?" He mutters. "Very" I say, dropping my hands from his thighs. "Let's get dressed" I say. "Do we have to?" Nico whines. "Yes" I say, trying pop him on the thigh, but I catch his butt instead. He gives a tiny jump and whine, then pouts at me. "Meanie" He mutters. "Sorry little one" I chuckle "Don't make me little before dinner" He demands, swing over and sitting beside me. I reach over and take his chin in my hand. "I'll do whatever I want, my cute little boy" I muse. "Oh my gods shut op" He brings his hands op over his beet red face. "Do I need to put you over my knee?" I grunt, prying his hands from his face. He refuses to look me in the eyes, he's blushing like a mad man. He doesn't say a thing, I can't have that.

"Well?" I ask.

"No Sir"

Little time

Word count : 2,1 k

Pairing : Jasico (Jason x Nico)

I walk into the Hades cabin, ready to hear why Nico hasn't left it all day. As soon as my eyes lands on him. I have the answer. Nico, my boyfriend. Is dressed in his little space clothes, laying in bed with his stuffie in his arms. His little legs, clothed in light grey sweatpants, are curled op close to his chest. He hasn't seen me yet. I gently close the door and fully step into the cabin. At first I thought he was sleeping, but when I listened closer. The sound coming from him wasn't snoring, it was whimpering. I bend over and take off my shoes before joining my baby on the bed. "Hi little one" I coo, gently sitting down next to him. He sniffles, but doesn't say a word. He pops his paci out. Crying. "Daddyy!...." He wails. Shuffling to lay his head in my lap. I reach out and help him to. I stoke his hair. "What's got my baby so upset?" I ask, running my hand down his curved back. He's almost laying like a ball. As I reach his bottom, there's a sinking feeling in my chest. I really hope I'm wrong. "Did you have an accident?" He pouts, shaking his little head no. "No?" "No" he presses his face into my thigh, mumbling. "What's wrong little one? You need to tell Daddy or he can't help you"

"I.... I don't knoww..." Nico mumbles in my leg. I bring my hand back op and gently stoke his hair. "Okay, okay honey" I murmur. "Think you can be a good boy for me and come op? Huh?" I ask, gently tangling my fingers into the bottom of his curls. He whines, but slowly makes his way op on his knees. "Oh that's my good boy" I praise, shifting to the centre of the bed. "Come, come sit in Daddy's lap" I pat my upper thigh. Nico discards his pacifier on his nightstand. He crawls op to me, settling on my lap with a small thud. "No no, have your paci, baby" I say shaking my head, I grab his paci and pop it back in his mouth. He mumbles something and shifts a little. He reaches op and pulls it out of his mouth. "No, baby please don't take it out. Any upset baby of mine wil keep his paci" I say. "But Daddy...." Nico whines "I'm thirsty" I chuckle a little. "Do you want some water?" I ask. "Mmm" He nods, popping his paci back in his mouth. "Okay, move your little bottom" I pat his thigh and he shuffles off me. I grab a bottle of water from my bag that left here this morning. I pass to him and get back in bed with him. We get back to our previous position as Nico slowly downs the bottle. After he's had half of it, he tries to set it aside. But he can't reach, I take it from him and set it on the nightstand.

"Better?" I ask, gently popping his pacifier back in his mouth. Nico happily nods and sucks on his paci. Gods, If I had known this about from day one. I've never been able to be scared of him. If only I knew, he was a little. It's not like I wouldn't have be able to take him seriously, but I wouldn't have be able to be as scared of him as I was. And sure at first it kinda weirded me out. But, the first time he went into little space around me. Gods I melted. At first, he would still use my name, because I'd asked him to. But when he started to slip op, calling me Daddy, Dada, and Baba. He would get so embarrassed and upset by it. Eventually I told him to call me whatever he wanted. It didn't bother me at that point. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice that my little boy was shifting and looking a little uncomfortable. "What's wrong Baby?" I coo, running my hand op his leg. He shifts, whining. I grab the pacifier and pull it out. "I, I need to use the bathroom" "Go then" I pat his thigh. "But-" "No buts, bathroom, now" He whines, but does get up for the bathroom. It takes maybe 2 minutes before he is back on my lap. "Why don't you have a nap?" I ask. "Noooooooooo" He whines, bouncing a bit. "I slept all night. I don't need a nap" He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest and over his (my) old shirt. "How long, was all night?" I ask. "Like, 9 whole hours" He mutters. That's impressive for him. On a normal day, it's 7 hours at the most. 9 hours if I get him down for a nap. Which he pretty much always refuses. So to have 9 hours of night sleep is really good. "Woah, 9 whole hours? That's really good baby" I praise, tangling my hand into his hair. He tilts his head in the touch. "But are you sleepy?"

"Noooooo" He murmurs. "Okay, okay. Not sleepy, do you want your paci?" I ask, grabbing it from the nightstand and waving it in front of him. "Noo!" He yells. I wince, turning my head on instinct. "Little one, do not yell at me" I state. There's a small ringing in my ears. "Humph" He huffs, wrapping his legs around my hips. "Did you want your paci?" I ask again. "Noooooo!" "Young man, you know very well that you do not yell at me" I state, shoving the pacifier in his mouth to quiet him down. I give him a small smack on the side of his bottom. "Now, quit fussing or you will be down for a nap" Nico mumbles something but through a pacifier it's not understandable. "Are you gonna quit fussing?" I ask, hooking a finger into the pacifier, ready to pull it out if he is done being fussy. Also ready to shove it back in if he isn't. He nods, mumbling something I can't really make out. I've got it half way out. I pull it out fully. "Are you gonna be good?" He avoids my eyes. Mumbles out what could be a yes, or a no. But I take it. Not in the mood to keep him in line. "Thank you" I praise, laying his pacifier back on the nightstand. "Noooo" Nico whines, grabbing for it. He snatches it and pops it back in his mouth. Nico happily wraps his arms around my neck, snuggling his head into the crook of my neck. He leans forward, resting on his knees. Maybe, my heart melts a little. Just a little. I chuckle, running a hand down his back. "Mhmh Mmm" Nico hums. After a bit. He tugs on my neck. "What is it?" I ask, gently tapping him on his bottom. He presses his face into my neck. His pacifier digging into my skin. He mumbles something. "What baby? Daddy can't understand you" I say, musing a bit. He whines, shifting a bit. He leans back and the pacifier drops from his mouth on accident. He whimpers and grabs it again. He wiggles his hips a bit.

"Aww" I tease, gently patting him on the butt. "Is that it?" He nods. "Are you gonna be a cute little boy? My good little boy?'' I tease, popping him on the butt, perhaps a little harsher then I meant to. He gives a small jump, whimpering. Shit. "Sorry" I mumble. We've never really talked about, actual pain limits. And, I don't think you spank your little. At least not with out a damn good reason and consent. "Are you okay?" I ask, gently running my hand op the back of his shirt to trace patterns on the soft skin of his back. "I'm okay'" He murmurs, putting his paci to his lips. Stopping to get my approval. I nod and he pops it back in his mouth. Nico happily continues to suck on his favourite pacifier yet again. Seemingly not faced by the pain. He muses, and buries his face in my neck. I trace my fingers alone his spine. He giggles, gently pressing his knees into my sides. I leave my other hand on his little butt. After some more giggles and wiggles from my little boy. He starts to shift his hips again, leaning his rear back into my hand. "Come on baby, tell Daddy what you want" I coax, gently dragging my nails down his back. He mumbles something into my neck. "Excuse me? Daddy can't hear you little one" I coo. Nico whines, and I feel his pacifier fall down by my back. "Will you please do that again?" He mutters. I reach back and grob for the pacifier, luckily I catch the, handle? i guess you call it that. I lay in it on the nightstand. He's dropped it so many times that's its gotten dirty. "Daddy~~" He whines, grabbing for it. "Sorry baby, but it's dirty. You can't have it anymore"

"I want my paci....please?" Nico mumbles. "No baby you can't have that paci, why don't you go find another one?" I redirect. "No..... I want that one!" He wines reaching out to grab it. I grab his hand and bring it to my lips to shift his attention. "Daddy..." Nico mumbles, blushing. I gently grab onto his rear to keep him distracted. He whimpers at the touch, but leans into it. "There's my baby, all flustered and small. Don't worry, Daddy’s got you" I coax. He blinks a couple times, eyes going blank and doey, falling into my grasp. Oh, that's new. Unintended side effect, I suppose. He makes one last attempt to grab his pacifier. I give him a little smack on the butt. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a point. "Please?...." Nico asks, his mouth gone slightly slack. "You can have another pacifier little one, just not that one. It's dirty" "Okay...." He mumbles, shifting to move off me. I get op and find him one of his other pacifier. We settle back in bed, he quickly grabs for said pacifier. "Ah ah now" I tease. Nico pouts, and grabs for it again. I raise it beyond his reach. "Ask nicely" I instruct. He whines, but does still. "Can I please have my paci?" he asks, hands placed on his thighs. "Yes you can" I muse, popping it back in his waiting mouth. My little boy hums very happily and bounces on my lap. He is such a cutie pie. He reaches his hands op, stopping again for my permission. "Come on little one, it's okay" I coo. His small arms settling around my hips. His eyes were blank and empty, so small and innocent. It's not a look I get to see a lot. Nico never got to be a child, never got to keep his innocent. Which is why he needs this. He tucks his head into my neck. I pat his little butt, knowing that was what he wanted. He gives a small whines, shifting a bit. He wiggles a little and I do it again. He mumbles something. "You like that?" I ask, continuing to toy with his bottom. Patting, grabbing and smoothing my hand over his rear end. "Mhm" He hums, gently nodding his head against my neck. "Good boy" I praise, continuing my distraction. I move my hips a bit to get comfortable. My baby whines, shifting as well. As I continue my little distraction Nico starts to grow heavy in my lap. Growing tired, I'd assume.

"Aww, does my baby need a nap?" I feel a small nod against my neck. I give his butt a small smack, he gives a little whimper and his arms tighten about my waist. "Okay, do you wanna stay in Daddy's lap or do you want to lay down?" I ask, gently popping on the bottom again. He mumbles something I can't hear. "Okay okay, I know. Do you want to stay in Daddy's lap?" I ask. He nods and shifts a bit more. "Okay little one, have a nap in Daddy's lap" I coax, continuing to grob his ass. He nods, pacifier dragging along my neck. He shifts one last time before he gets comfortable in my lap. After a bit, Nico goes limp, snoring. The pacifier drops from his mouth and I catch it this time. I move just enough to lay it on the nightstand. I lean back and relax. I guess a nap isn’t too out of place now. I can’t really do anything else. I’ve got nothing around. No books or paper, not that i could do anything with them. I rest an arm around his hips. When ever Nico sleeps in my lap, I end op taking a nap as well.

Today, is no exception.