Nico x Reader one-shots

It was your birthday. Of course you were shy and didn't tell anyone and eventually you got stuck babysitting your youngest sibling, Jackson.

You were reading your favorite book
F/b/n(favorite book name) when 11 Year old Jackson tackled you, causing you to lose the page of your book. You glared at him, trapping him in your grip and ruffling his hair. He squirmed and shouted.

"Stop!!!!!! It took me forever to get it to look that good!!!!!"

You shrugged your shoulders and smirked, meanwhile letting him out of your grip.

"Whatya want, Jackson?"

"Let's go to the beach!"

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"PLEASEEEEE-"

"Ok, fine! Just shut up!"

You groaned and threw on a pair of jean short and a tanktop, pulling your hair into a messy bun.
"Let's go."

-

It was about two hours since you and Jackson arrived at the beach and you sat on the shore while Jackson was playing in the water. You leaned back onto the sand only to see an acquaintance staring down at you.

"N-nico?"

"Hey. What are you doing?"

"Babysitting him"
You said boredly pointing to Jackson.

Nico chuckled and grabbed your hand, dragging you towards the water. Once he pulled you in he splashed you with water. You shivered.

"Oh it's on!" You declared as Nico's hand snuck in, tickling your side. You yelped and grabbed his wrist, judo flipping him.

"Never tickle me..." You warned about to criticize him. But he pulled you down on top of him. Blushing, you jabbed his side causing him to roll over. You landed beside him, trying to climb to your feet but, alas, he only pinned you again.

"So I heard it's your birthday." Nico smirked.

You gasped.
"Who told you? Damn it Jackson!-"

The son of Hades cut you off by gently pressing his lips to yours, very clearly expecting you to pull away. But instead you found yourself lost in the sensations; your hands going to his hair. Shocked, he placed his hands on your waist and deepened the kiss.

"CUPCAKES!"

You broke away from the kiss and smiled, grabbing Nico's hand and climbing to your feet.

"Happy Birthday y/n."

"Love you too!"

And with that you both took off running, hoping that the angry old satyr wouldn't catch you.