Ship: Jaswillico
Prompt: It's Christmas???!

Warning: Swearing.

Nico awoke to an empty bed, something that confused his tired brain immensely.

Nico had woken up alone before, obviously, but there was usually one of his boyfriends on their way to come wake him up anyway.

Other times, one or both of them would come and lie in bed with him for a little while, often just choosing to read one of the many books they had in the apartment in order to pass the time.

This time however, there was no one on their way to wake him up, no one laying in bed next to him, their face buried in a book.

Just Nico.

Just a very tired Nico in a bed purposely big enough for three people.

Groaning, Nico stood, deciding to make his way into the kitchen slowly.

Inside, he found a pouting Jason sat at the table, his arms crossed and his head down.

Across the room stood Will, flitting between the stove and the counter, where a chopping board lay.

"What's with the pouting child."

Nico's voice came out huskily, slightly scratchy, and definitely full of sleep.

Nico ignored Jason's quiet mutter of "'m not a child", in favour of waiting for Will's answer.

(For an actual adult answer.)

"He's in a strop."

"Yeah, I can see that."

Again, Nico ignored Jason's quiet muttering. Something about 'I'm not in a strop you bastards'.

"Language, Jason."

Jason smiled fakely, that really obvious fake smile that everyone could tell was fake.

"Fuck off, Will."

Jason blinked, slightly dazed after being hit with a plastic ladle.

Rolling his eyes, Jason slouched back in his chair, his arms crossed tightly to his chest, a bit higher this time.

"Bitch."

"Love you too, sweetie."

"So, why is the baby in a strop."

"Not a baby."

Nico was unsure whether Jason genuinely expected an answer, even just acknowledgement from Nico, before he got his answer.

"Because I won't let him help with Christmas Dinner. I mean, you know how that turned out last time."

"Wait, it's Christmas?! I was never told this!"

Jason scoffed.

"Did the giant tree in the living room that's been up since the 28th of November because Will is impatient not give it away? What about yesterday, when we forced you into wearing a matching Christmas jumper to us and then spent the entire day out, doing Christmas activities. What about-"

"Alright Jason, we get it. You're salty."

He went back to muttering, his fact-stating voice gone.

"No I'm not."

"That's what someone who is salty would say."

Again, Jason scoffed. "If you think I'm salty then you should have seen Percy on Tuesday when Luke refused to cuddle him."

Nico spoke before he even thought about what he was saying.

"Percy's a brat, that's why."

Nico spluttered, having just been majorly woken up by the spray of tap water to the face he received.

"The fuck."

"They live next door, remember."

"Then tell Percy to stop eavesdropping."

Quieter, as he wiped his face dry, he muttered.

"Little brat."

From on the other side of the wall, they heard a loud voice shouting through.

"Percy's not the one eavesdropping you dick! Maybe if you stopped shit talking about my boyfriend then I wouldn't have to use him against you."

Quieter, but still loud enough for them to hear, he started raging to Percy.

"Little shit! Who does he think he is. I'll fucking-"

"Shut the fuck up so I can finish dinner? Oh, oh, I know. Set the table like I asked you to half an hour ago?"

Silence.

"...Yes, that. That is what I'm going to do."

This time, the voice they heard shouting through was Percy.

"Sorry guys! Have a lovely Christmas!"

"Brat, he says."

Nico didn't bother responding verbally, he just stuck his middle finger up at Jason instead.

"And I'm the one who's salty."

"Jason, not everyone is still in the phase of obsessing over Percy Jackson."

Will turned to Nico, a new ladle in hand, - where the fuck did that come from, they only had one. Didn't they? - pointing it towards Nico as the other hand rested on his hip.

"You know, I'm actually getting a bit worried. Do you think we should get him checked? I mean, don't you think nineteen is a little old?"

Nico looked thoughtful.

"I think, if he hasn't grown out of it by May, then yes, I think we should get him checked. But, nineteen isn't so bad, is it? I mean, look at Luke. He's what, twenty-seven now?" He paused for a second, continuing at Will's nod. "Fuck, he's old. Anyway, he's still in his Percy Jackson obsession phase."

"Damn right I am!"

There was an embarrassed, much softer groan of Luke's name from Percy.

For a few minutes, they stayed in a comfortable silence, Nico going over and joining a sulky Jason.

He lightened up a bit though when Nico leant over to kiss his forehead.

About five minutes later, there was a knock at the door. With Jason still pouting and Will busy cooking, Nico went to go answer it.

At the door he found Luke, decked out in trays of food.

He looked guilty, like a child who had just been scolded.

His gaze stayed downcast as he spoke.

"Percy sent me here. Said I was to stay with you until he came and got me. He sent food though."

Will, excitedly, poked his head out from around the corner.

"Homemade? Gimme! Aunt Sally's recipes and Percy's cooking? Yes please."

Will practically ran over to Luke, taking most of the food from him before rushing back into the kitchen.
He, with the help of Nico and Luke, started dishing out the food onto the plates already set out, asking Jason to bring another plate over.

Once the food was all dished up, and Will had stored away the food that he made for another time, Will turned to Luke confused.

"Wait, if Percy sent you with all this then what is he eating."

Luke sighed, looking almost as pouty as Jason had earlier.

"Nothing. He went back to bed."

"Okay, no."

As the others took a seat at the table, Will took a large tub from the cupboard and filled it with some of the stored-away food, setting it aside for Luke to take back for Percy later.

Once they were all seated, they started eating, Luke looking just a tad uncomfortable.

"I'm not the only one finding this awkward right?"

Nico sighed, annoyed.

"Luke, shut the fuck up or we'll send you home."

Luke rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath that the others didn't catch.

"Fucking makes me spend Christmas with these brats whilst he sleeps in our bed. And he says he loves me."

They carried on the day as Jason had planned, trying to incorporate Luke as best they could.

A few hours later, when there was a knock on the door, Nico grabbed the tub of food for Percy and shoved it into Luke's arms before dragging him towards the front door.

When the door opened, a well-rested and happy-looking Percy waved softly, a smile on his face.

"I'm here for Luke."

"Hi Perce. Now take your boyfriend."

With that, Nico pushed Luke out of the apartment and slammed the door before heading back into the living room to cuddle with his boyfriends.