**Falling into 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.
Percy Jackson had always been the hero, a beacon of hope in the darkest of places. But now, standing on the precipice of an unfathomable abyss, he felt anything but heroic. He'd always imagined facing the depths of Tartarus alongside his beloved Annabeth, their love a guiding light through the darkness. But fate had other plans. He didn’t know how it happened—that misstep that sent them tumbling into the void—but now he found himself falling, not with Annabeth, but with Nico di Angelo.
The sensation of falling was disorienting, and their surroundings morphed into an exhilarating blend of chaos and dread. Percy clenched his eyes shut against the howling winds as he felt Nico’s presence beside him. It was a strange comfort, but all too soon, reality hit them like a tidal wave.
They landed hard on a scorching plain of darkness, the ground jagged and uneven beneath them. Dust swirled around them, and the oppressive atmosphere of Tartarus enveloped them like a heavy cloak. Percy’s heart raced, not only from the fall but from the electric current that seemed to pulse between him and Nico.
“Are you okay?” Percy asked, pushing himself up and brushing dirt off his jeans. He could hardly look at Nico without feeling the sharp pang of conflict stir within him. Knowing Annabeth was back at the surface, where they had promised to return, made his throat tighten.
Nico nodded, pushing himself onto his elbows. His dark hair fell over his eyes, and for a moment, Percy was struck by an overwhelming urge to brush it aside. He shook his head as if trying to clear it from unwanted thoughts. They were in the middle of Tartarus; this wasn’t the time to be distracted by feelings.
“Just great,” Nico replied dryly, sarcasm dripping from his voice. “Falling into the pit of despair—can’t say I’m surprised.”
Percy managed a half-hearted smile. “Hey, at least we’re not dead?” He tried to inject a little humor, but it felt hollow. Anxiety gnawed at him.
Nico pushed himself to his feet, brushing off his black hoodie, his demeanor always one of dark humor and bitterness. “Yeah, well, that could change any second,” he shot back. “Where do we go from here?”
“Together,” Percy answered instinctively, and it was then he realized that truth in his heart. They’d face whatever horrors Tartarus threw at them side by side. The thought of Annabeth, however, loomed like a thundercloud, darkening his resolve.
As they ventured deeper into the abyss, the atmosphere around them changed; it was suffocating, filled with echoes of the tormented souls trapped within. Hours passed, and their shared silence hung heavily between them. They worked as a unit, strategizing and saving one another from various monsters, yet a coil of tension seemed to twist tighter with every passing moment.
One night, as they set up a makeshift camp by a flickering fire that fought against the darkness, Percy struggled to suppress the pull he felt toward Nico. He caught himself staring at him—how the firelight danced over Nico’s features, highlighting the angles of his jaw and the intensity in his dark eyes. He swallowed hard, pulling his gaze away as if it were a sin to look.
“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” Nico asked suddenly, breaking the silence, a faint blush creeping to his cheeks. The half-blood’s voice was low, a challenge laced between confusion and something deeper as he met Percy’s gaze.
“I—” Percy began, half-trapped between his desires and the loyalty he felt for Annabeth. “I’m not trying to—it's just...” His voice failed him.
Nico took a step closer, the air thick with questions neither dared to voice. “You don’t have to pretend. I know this is hard for you. I can’t imagine what Annabeth would think, but…” He hesitated, biting his lip. “But we’re here together. You can’t keep pushing me away.”
Percy felt his heart pound in response, each beat resonating with the truths he didn’t want to face. “I love Annabeth,” he asserted, but the words felt brittle, like they could break at any moment.
Nico’s expression flickered, vulnerability shining through his bravado. “And I get that. But it doesn’t mean we can’t…”
The moment hung between them like a fragile thread. Percy could hear the silent plea in Nico's voice, inviting yet terrifying. Percy could feel the heat emanating from Nico, and he felt the magnetic pull of attraction undeniable. It sent his heart racing, the tension thickening, suffocating. He stepped back, afraid of what crossing that line would mean.
“No,” Percy whispered, shaking his head. “I can't.”
Days passed in the limbo of Tartarus, their mission forming a fragile thread of urgency as dangerous creatures tormented them. Each skirmish seemed to deepen the bond, drawing them closer into the heart of darkness, both literally and metaphorically.
Yet, the weight of their unsaid feelings lingered in the air between them, until Percy could no longer pretend. It was another night in their temporary encampment, exhaustion settling upon them like a heavy blanket.
“I can’t keep fighting this,” Percy breathed, turning to face Nico, who sat beside him. The flickering fire cast shadows across his face, illuminating the tumultuous emotions swirling in his eyes.
“You don’t have to fight it,” Nico replied, his voice barely a whisper, an invitation wrapped in vulnerability and hope.
In that moment, the world around them faded into the background. Percy leaned forward, drawn in by the gravity of their unspoken connection, their lips crashing together in a desperate kiss that spoke of heat and longing, all their frustrations spilling forth. Percy felt a rush of warmth spread through him, burning away the guilt that tethered him to Annabeth.
Nico responded in kind, the kiss deepening as they lost themselves to the moment, surrendering to feelings that had festered beneath the surface for too long.
As they pulled apart, breathless and still entwined, the remnants of doubt lingered—the unspoken words about Annabeth, the life they both once knew. But their hearts had chosen this path, drawn together by fate and desperation, falling into each other just as they had fallen into Tartarus.
