**Falling in the Abyss**
Prompt: Please create a 20 thousand word story of Percy and Nico falling in Tartarus instead of Percy and Annabeth, who are dating. However, throughout the story, Percy and Nico end up falling madly in love Also, include sexual tension scenes between Percy and Nico throughout the story. The first scene, Percy back away because he does not want to cheat on Annabeth. However, in the next sexual tension scene, Percy ends up kissing and saving sex with Nico after neither of them could deny their feelings any longer.
The ground shook violently beneath their feet as Percy Jackson and Nico di Angelo fell deeper into the dark void of Tartarus. Surrounded by roaring winds and the echoes of tormented souls, they struggled to grasp their situation. Percy had never imagined he would find himself in this desolate place without Annabeth by his side. They had fought their way through countless monsters to reach the Doors of Death, and now, here he was, tumbling through unfathomable darkness with the most unexpected companion.
“Are you okay, Percy?” Nico’s voice sliced through the chaos, his usual gloom even more palpable in the abyss. The shadows swirling around him seemed to cling tighter, filling the space with an eerie, heavy atmosphere.
“I’m fine!” Percy shouted back, trying to keep his tone steady. But inside, a knot of panic twisted tighter. He glanced at the son of Hades, recalling how they had always been allies but never close friends. They had been through the fires of battle, but this was different. This was Tartarus, and they were utterly alone.
As they landed with a heavy thud, the air was heavy with despair, and the depths of their surroundings were treacherous. Percy instinctively reached out, steadying himself against the rough ground. Their situation seemed hopeless, yet the assurance of Annabeth’s unwavering faith in him flickered in his mind. He couldn't let her down, not now.
Nico brushed himself off and shot Percy a wry smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Great start, huh? Just falling into one of the worst places in existence together.”
“Yeah, just our luck,” Percy replied with a nervous chuckle. A heartbeat of silence lingered between them, spicy with unspoken words. It was a moment suffocating enough that Percy felt the need to look away, to focus on the chaos around them rather than on Nico.
“Let’s find a way out,” he added, trying to shake off the tension that crackled in the air.
The dark landscape stretched ominously before them, shadows shifting in a way that was almost hypnotic. As they moved forward, each step reverberated with the pulse of despair that thrummed through the ground. Nico walked beside Percy, his shoulder brushing against Percy’s arm. The contact sent an unexpected jolt of energy down Percy’s spine, making him acutely aware of the boy beside him.
“Percy…” Nico started softly, hesitating as if weighing his words. “I know this place is overwhelming, but I need you to know that we’re in this together. You’re not alone.”
Percy’s heart raced. He knew Nico meant it in the context of their survival, but something in his tone felt… different. There was an intensity in Nico’s gaze when he looked at Percy, a flicker of something deeper that made Percy’s breath hitch in his throat.
“Thanks, Nico. That means a lot,” Percy replied, trying to maintain the same camaraderie they’d always shared, but internally, doubts swirled like the shadows around them. Annabeth was still out there. He couldn’t allow himself to think of anything else but finding a way back to her.
As they traversed their hellish surroundings, the growing connection between them became harder to ignore. Every time Nico’s fingers brushed over a rock or he ducked beneath a low-hanging shadow, something inside Percy ignited. He didn’t want to feel this way—couldn’t allow himself to—yet the more time they spent together, the more those desires crept into his mind.
One night, as they settled on a crumbling ledge, the eerie glow of Tartarus illuminating their surroundings, tension hung thick between them. Nico drew closer, his expression intricate with emotions that Percy struggled to read—was it fear or something else entirely? Their eyes locked, and Percy’s breath quickened.
“Do you think we’ll make it out?” Nico asked, his voice barely a whisper.
“Of course, we will,” Percy replied, although he felt the weight of uncertainty. “But we have to stick together. We can’t lose hope.”
“Yeah,” Nico said, his voice softer but edged with something unplaceable.
In that single moment, everything shifted. Their faces drew gradually closer, and Percy felt the warmth radiating from Nico, pulling him in like a magnet. The shadows around them seemed to recede—no longer an oppressive force, but a cocoon that promised safety. Just as their lips were about to meet, Percy jerked away, panic swelling in his chest.
“Wait, Nico! This feels wrong. What about Annabeth?” Percy’s voice trembled, the guilt washing over him like a cold wave. “I can’t do this. I can’t betray her.”
Nico looked hurt, but his gaze quickly hardened. “I get it. I really do.” He turned away, casting his gaze into the abyss, where their future felt just as murky as the void surrounding them.
Days blurred into nights, each moment thick with awkward tension and unvoiced confessions. But each time Percy saw Nico’s vulnerability, his heart ached with a longing he couldn’t deny. As they traversed the horrors of Tartarus, their bond deepened—a friendship forged in fire quickly morphing into something more intoxicating.
Finally, the boiling point came on a stormy night when they found shelter in a cavern that reeked of burnt ash and despair. “Percy,” Nico spoke softly, stepping toward him, their proximity igniting a fire between them.
“Nico,” Percy murmured, feeling his resolve shatter at the look in Nico’s eyes, the raw emotion simmering just beneath the surface. They stood inches apart, temptation pooling around them like smoke in the shadows.
“I don’t want to fight this anymore,” Nico breathed, his breath mixing with the stale air of Tartarus.
“Neither do I,” Percy whispered back, and in that heartbeat, the tension broke like a dam releasing a torrent of emotions. He stepped forward, capturing Nico’s face between his hands, and pressed his lips against Nico’s, a spark igniting their world anew.
The kiss was tentative at first, a whisper of what could be, yet it quickly ignited into an urgent hunger. Percy felt as though he were reclaiming a piece of himself, one that he hadn’t known needed to be found. Nico responded with equal fervor, lifting his hands to grasp Percy’s waist, pulling him closer in a way that left them breathless.
Neither of them cared where they were; in that moment, it was just the two of them against the chaos surrounding them, their hearts finally speaking the truths they had fought against for far too long.
