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happyandticklish · 3 years

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Wake Up Call

Notes: For the anon request. I know the time in which I’m accomplishing some of these fics is taking longer, which is mostly due to needing to do life stuff along with this, but I still have a lot of fun writing them! Hope you enjoy~

Summary: Sometimes Nico has a hard time getting up in the morning, but Will has just the thing to help.

Warm sunlight filtered through his vision, making the boy squint his eyes in vague irritation. The lull of sleep tugged at him, and Nico groaned, turning around to hide his face in his boyfriend’s chest. He wondered what time it was. Whatever the answer, certainly too early to be awake. He wrapped his arms around the other, tugging him closer as he allowed unconsciousness to drag him under once more.

“Hey there,” a voice whispered into his hair, followed by a gentle kiss. “How’d you sleep?”

“Still trying to,” Nico grumbled in response, the effort of forming the words already too much for his jumbled mind. Waking up next to Will was becoming a more and more common occurrence—but really, could you blame Nico when the former happened to be the most comfortable pillow in the whole camp? “What time is it?”

Nico felt Will shift against him as he checked the clock on the wall. Vaguely, Nico assessed that the two were curled up in one of the many cots in the infirmary. He wasn’t sure entirely how they had got there, but he was certain it was a location they were not supposed to be in.

“Eh… seven,” Will replied, squinting a bit at the numbers.

“Seven?!” Nico exclaimed, his words ringing with disgust. “And you woke me up why exactly?”

“Oh, so you wanna be the one to explain to Chiron why the two of us were in here?” Will asked, arching an eyebrow at the other.

“You’re a doctor,” Nico pointed out, his words mumbled as he attempted to put himself back in the peaceful state he had been in before. “It’s an infirmary. What’s the problem?”

“The ‘problem’ is that I’m not supposed to be here overnight, and definitely not with a child of Hades in tow.”

“Mmm.”

Will sighed resignedly as he took in the other, the latter of which was clearly holding no intentions of moving. Seven was too late already. Technically, the others should be showing up around now, but his cabin had a habit of arriving late to opening time. He glanced anxiously towards the door, and then back down at his dozing boyfriend. However, as he did so he took in the way his shirt had rucked up in the fitful shifting of the night, revealing a pale sliver of his stomach. With his arms wrapped around Will’s neck and his eyes shut, he was entirely vulnerable to the idea formulating in Will’s mind.

“Nico~” he sing-songed, his hand drifting slowly down to his sides from where it had rested on the other’s back. “I really think you should get up now.”

Nico grunted, hardly taking in his words in his hazy state of mind.

Will grinned, almost pleased that the other had left him with such an open oppurtunity. “Alright then. But just remember, what happens next is on you.”

Nico twitched when fingers drew lightly up his side, pushing his shirt further up. A small smile slid onto his features as the tracing turned into light scratching. “No,” he muttered under his breath, though he declined to block the touch, choosing instead to merely hold onto the blond tighter. “Will…”

“Hmm?”

“C’mon—” Nico was squirming now, the light sensations making his already fuzzy brain turn to mush. “I-It—don’t!”

“You’re not making any sense, I’m afraid,” Will tsked, walking his fingers down to his stomach and scribbling lightly over the skin. “You’re gonna have to use complete sentences if you want me to understand what you’re saying.”

Nico squeezed his eyes shut, choked giggles escaping him despite himself. He attempted to draw his legs up, but with the way he was pressed against Will, curling up was impossible. That left his stomach entirely vulnerable to attack; it wasn’t his worst spot, but it was inexplicably unbearable in its own way.

“Wihihill!”

“Nico.”

Whatever Nico’s next sentence might have been, it broke off into frustrated garbling as the scribbling turned into playful poking.

“C’mon Nico,” Will teased, increasing the frenzy of the pokes so that Nico squeaked, his arm almost coming down to block him before grabbing around Will’s neck once more. “You know how to end this. You don’t want to get caught like this, do you?”

The idea of anyone seeing him in such a state was one that normally Nico would revolt at instantly. In the moment, however, he found that he was too tired to think about future consequences when the appeal of staying in the warm, comfortable bed, laughing into Will’s embrace, was as strong as it was. It had been a while since Will had pulled anything like this with the other, and Nico wasn’t rushing to end it so soon.

Will seemed to pick up on Nico’s reluctance, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I see. Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Ghost King? Hmm? Do you like being tickled, is that what it is?”

Warmth spread across Nico’s features, his stomach erupting into nerves at the revelation. It didn’t help that Will had slowed down the tickling in order for him to answer. “I—uh, no, of course not.” He fiddled with the back of Will’s shirt as he answered, still hiding his face in the hopes that it come somehow make the conversation easier to accomplish.

“Really?” Will’s words were laced with doubt. One hand rubbed up and down his side, a switch from the tickling from seconds before, in what was most likely meant to be a comforting gesture. Nico couldn’t help but twitch and tense every time his hand strayed too far from his path, however. “Because I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t try to stop me once while I was tickling you.”

Nico froze, his heart racing as he was caught in his lie. He opened his mouth, struggling to find some way to get himself out of the situation he had led himself into. Before he could, however, Will interjected hurriedly.

“It’s okay if you do, you know,” Will reassured him. “You don’t have to be ashamed of it or anything. Lots of people like to be tickled—it’s a normal way of showing and receiving affection. Not to mention,” he added slowly, gently tweaking his side so that the other let out a startled yelp. “You’re awfully cute all giggly and squirmy like this.”

Nico’s blush worsened, but relief coursed through him with a cool assurance. After a moment of hesitating silence, he muttered, “I don’t… not like it. What, uh, what you were doing, I mean.”

Will blinked, having not expected such an honest answer. Gratitude zipped through him, spreading a pleasant warmth throughout his body. He knew the other probably wouldn’t have been as open with him if it wasn’t still the early hours of the morning, and for a moment, he worried that Nico was going to be angry with him for prompting the confession. But as he watched the curled in position of the other, his gaze focused intently anywhere but Will, he realized that Nico was more nervous than anything else, as though he were worried that Will was going to be the angry one.

“Hey.” Nico frowned as Will sat up, grasping his hand firmly. “Thanks. For telling me that is. It means a lot to me that you were willing to share this with me.”

“Oh,” Nico replied slowly, unfurling from his position with a confused stare. “Yeah, uh, no problem. I guess. You’re not… I mean, you don’t think it’s weird?”

“Nico, you summon people from the dead. Your chauffeur is a zombie. We live in a world of myth and monsters, and you still think that playing with the Pokémon versions of that is cooler. Liking tickling is the least weird thing about you.”

“Thanks,” Nico replied dryly.

Will pulled him closer, kissing the tips of his fingers lightly. Nico wrinkled his nose at the affectionate gesture, but there was a faint pink dusted across his features all the same. “This is just one more thing about you to love. And you know what the best part about all of this is?”

“What?” Nico asked hesitantly, trying not to focus on Will’s face, let alone his lips, inches away from his own.

“I get to do this whenever I want to!”

Hands were shoved suddenly under Nico’s shirt, climbing his sides and sneaking under his arms. Nico squawked, caught off guard by the sudden attack, and flailed back in an unsuccessful attempt to retreat. “Wihihill! Wahahahait!”

“No, I don’t think I will. I’m having too much fun, you see. Besides, I thought you said you liked it. Do you really want me to stop?”

Nico blushed, giggling uncontrollably as he attempted to tug Will’s arms away from his armpits. “Thahahat’s nahahahat fahahair!” he squeaked, falling backwards on the bed at last in an act of desperation. His hands were holding Will’s wrists loosely, tugging every once in a while unsuccessfully. His head was thrown back in a wild grin as carefree laughter spilled from his lips. Will’s heart swooped unsteadily in his chest, the sight of Nico like this first thing in the morning too much for him to handle. Consequently, he almost didn’t notice the voice ringing through the infirmary seconds later, echoing in the hall.

“Will? Are you in there? I thought I heard a noise.”

Will nearly gave himself whiplash from how fast he jerked back from the other, pulling Nico onto his chest on accident as the other’s hands were still locked about his arms. Nico’s face had dropped into that of cautious alarm, but there was still light dancing in his eyes, casting a content glow to his face.

Will cursed, letting out a disappointed groan. “Kayla. Dammit. We should probably get out of here so I don’t get you in trouble.”

“Me in trouble?” Nico exclaimed indignantly as Will pulled him off the bed, each of them struggling to kick the covers off of themselves. “Wasn’t it your idea to come here in the first—”

“Details, details,” Will interrupted quickly. “Now, do you want to get caught or not?”

Nico sighed, but followed him in a run as the two attempted to sneak out through the back doors.

In the end, Kayla ended up catching them and the two got put on Pegasus detail for the next two weeks. But Will decided it was all worth it, in the end, if it meant he got to hear the other’s laughter once more.

#tickle fic #solangelo #nico di angelo #will solace #pjo #hoo #trials of apollo #fanfiction #fic request #requests #tickling #percy jackson

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depressedacadamia · 3 years

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De Humani Corporis Fabrica

Chapter I: Le Studio Royal Jupiter

Word count: 3.4K

Summary: Pjo Dancer AU! When Le Studio Royal Jupiter starts competing, friendships and budding romances are ignited but enemies are also re-united.

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A competition. An actual competition. Nico and Percy couldn’t believe it! They had spent all their lives training and now, their studio was finally going to a dance competition! Nico wasn’t about to admit it, but he practically did a pirouette in joy when he found out. Him and Percy couldn’t be more excited- their studio was becoming competitive!

But of course, they weren’t the only excited dancers.

Annabeth, Nico's ballet partner, was over the moon when she heard the news from Nico himself when they were warming up at the bar. Jason, one of the few students who took a fusion of ballet and street dance, had done a flip that the ballet dancers could not describe with any word other than awesome. The tap kids had come in singing musical theatre songs like ‘the story on tonight’ from Hamilton in honour of the news and Will Solace, the captain of the Tap dance crew, had given a terrible haiku as a celebration- something that he got from his father.

The salsa kids were literally tangoing their way into the studio and the best salsa duo -Hazel Levesque and Leo Valdez- had walked in with roses in their mouths as to also celebrate. However, Percy’s street dance partner, a talented breaker and popper- Frank Zhang, was more nervous and cautious towards this news.

Normally, the dancer’s all danced in the section of the studio where their style was taught. Studio A had the Ballet dancers, Studio B had the Street dancers, Studio 1 had the tap dancers and Studio 2 had the Salsa dancers and so on. The spare studio spaces were just rehearsal spaces and normally classes weren’t taught there. However, today, all of the top dancers from each style were gathered in Studio A.

Annabeth, Nico and Jason were all whispering as they sat down, doing butterflies. Behind them, they could hear Hazel and Leo- also known as fire and ice- because while Leo brought the fire (quite literally in that one routine they had performed involving the alcohol and matches), Hazel would always bring the coolest of moves that oftentimes, everybody had forgotten about. They were both talking about a funny incident with their lazy teacher, Dionysus, who spent his time drinking way too much.

Will and Piper, the musical theatre tap duo were probably considered the most talented duo. They could sing, dance and act- practically triple threats. With them on the dance team, there was no way they could lose.

“Has anyone considered that because we are now a competitive studio, we will have to audition to get on the teams?” Frank's concerned voice rang out, making everyone fall silent. Everyone expected to just be on the team- no one had remembered that there was no way every single one of them would be able to compete.

“Good morning dancers, thank you for being here early on a Saturday nonetheless- we know most classes do not start until 10, so we thank you for being so dedicated to this studio,” a firm voice rang out. Reyna, the ballet teacher, had walked in with her prize pupil- Calypso.

“I bet you Calypso will be competing- that's what happens when you practically live in this studio,” Annabeth whispered to Hazel, who was behind her. Despite being in different classes- they were good friends who hung out during their breaks.

“Doesn’t mean she deserves this any more than we do,” Leo, who despised Calypso, added.

“As you know.” Reyna glared at the group of people talking before starting again. “We have recently decided to become a competitive studio again.”

Reyna was suddenly cut off by a series of whoops, claps and whistles from throughout the crowd.

“This means that we will need a team. Many of you seem to have forgotten that when we weren’t a competitive studio, we still held auditions for teams. The competitive team who will represent Le Studio Royal Jupiter will be determined through auditions.

“She can just say The Royal Jupiter Studio, it’s not like you get extra brownie points if you say it in french,” Leo snorted slightly, causing Calypso who also despised Leo, to glare at him.

“It is tradition for our studio to make sure the best of the best is chosen to represent. Many of the students who have been with us for almost their entire lives,” Reyna turned her eyes to Nico, “Know of the times when this Studio was competitive. The trophies in the corridor show our successful history that was closed down to a tragic incident and it was decided for a period of time that LSRJ would stop being competitive.”

“But now, we’re going to regionals so let's talk business- or in dance, we like to say auditions,” The street dance teacher, Thalia Grace ,who was also the brother of the best fusion dancer - Jason Grace- walked in. Her abrupt statement caused the room to start buzzing with whispers and excitement. She had baggy tracksuits with a skull t-shirt as well as a black patterned bandana around her cropped black hair.

“For the auditions, there will be solos and duets. You can choose whether you want to do either however, doing a duet will be seen a better as in proves your ability to work with others. Solo auditions for regionals itself will be decided once the team is in,” Reyna added the last sentence when she saw Annabeth about to open her mouth.

“For ya duets, we highly recommend you don’t partner with someone of the same style, So Annabeth and Nico- big no no, sorry guys. We want to see what you can do when you are put outside your comfort zone. Hazel and Leo, stop pouting unless you’re willing to pout at the floor while you do push ups,” Thalia grinned wickedly.

“As for the 2 other sections of the auditions- there will be improv which you all are familiar with. There will also be a choreographed audition- you will be sectioned into groups and taught choreo in a sectioned amount of time. You will be given an hour to learn this choreo and perfect it before presenting it to the judges,” Calypso added, standing at the front.

“We hope to see many faces at the auditions and good luck!” Reyna called out as she pinned the sign up sheet to the notice board. Dancers practically ran to the sheets, scribbling their names under the solo column, despite the warnings given.

“So… you’re Annabeth, right? You do ballet with Nico- wanna team up?” Percy grinned all too knowingly making Annabeth sigh.

“We’re dating, you dumbass.” She facepalmed before quickly answering. “ Yes, yes I will be your partner.”

Unfortunately, the rest of the dancers who did not sign up for solo’s did not find their partners so easily. Hazel and Leo were so tempted to be partners- they were almost definite that they could choreograph a salsa routine that would be so good, the judges would forget the whole ‘different style’ partner.

Percy had already gotten his partner but he knew that Frank needed one. He had seen how Frank had always been shy to approach Hazel and he couldn’t blame him too much. Hazel was a super talented dancer and her smile was guaranteed to light up any room. However, Percy wasn’t definite that Hazel and Leo weren’t dating. They would always be seen together and while they were called fire and ice, they got along very well.

“Hey Hazel!” Percy beckoned her over. “Since you can’t pair up with Leo, how about you try pairing up with a hip hop guy….Oh Frank, you’re free- surely you wouldn’t mind pairing up with Hazel?”

Frank who was shoved into the spotlight could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks as he managed to successfully not stutter his words.

“Uh, well I’m down if you are,” he mumbled slightly, looking towards his feet.

“Sure!” Hazel agreed happily which earned herself a light nudge from Leo.

“Who do I go with if you’re off with B-boy?”

“Leo, stop being codependent on me. Ask Jason, he does fusion,” Hazel recommended.

“I can’t lift Jason though!”

“Jason just paired up with Piper,” Jason added as he walked over, throwing his arm over Percy’s shoulder.

“Jason, you did what?” Nico asked, horrified. “Jay, I wanted to pair with you!”

“There’s still Leo, Will and… Calypso,” Annabeth offered. Nico shot her a look saying Do I look like I’m about to deal with Calypso? On cue, Will walked over, humming as he did so.

“Any of you free? I need a partner, I really don’t have it in me to bother for a solo,” he confessed. Jason, who wore the smile of the devil's advocate at this very moment, decided to speak for Nico.

“Hey Nico, weren’t you just complaining about not having a partner. Oh and would you look at that, your styles are completely different!”

Nico whipped his head around and glared daggers at Jason who was smiling uncontrollably.

“Nico, is that good with you? I know how uptight Ballet dancers are.”

“We aren’t that uptight!” Nico snapped which earned him a look from Leo that read are you sure about that?

“Is that a yes?”

Nico sighed, knowing he had lost this battle. “Yeah, it’s fine.”

“No! No it’s not fine! I still don’t have a partner!” Leo cried. Calypso, with a plan forming in her head, literally walked up to Leo and attempted to drag him by the arm, only to be stopped by him pulling his hand away.

“¿Qué te pasa?” Leo immediately broke into Spanish.

“Us. Partners.”

“Partners? Are you out of your mind? Go do a duet with Castellan!”

“Our styles are too similar- we both do Ballet,” Calypso shot back.

“You know Callie, considering you are one of the studio's best Ballet dancers, I would have thought you would be going with a solo... '' Will mused, teasing her over the crush he knew she used to have on Leo. Well that’s what Calypso would claim everytime it was brought up. Calypso could feel her cheeks heating up and curled her toes to stop it.

“But I guess you going with a duet would make you look more like a team player.” Will stopped for a second to place his fingers on his chin as if he were stroking a beard. “Although, I never thought you’d go for Valdez since Clarrise hasn’t got a partner yet.”

“Clarrise and I had an argument, it would be unethical to work with her.”

“More unethical than it is to work with me? Also, I love the passive aggressive undertone- it doesn’t suit you though,” Leo gave a genuine smile. Calypso did not respond to the intense sarcasm and instead told Leo to make sure he checks his messages which resulted in Leo wondering how he ever got her number.

“Hey Nico, I've gotta skadoodle but text me a good rehearsal time, kay?” Will grabbed Nico’s wrist before he left. Nico responded with a gentle nod- slightly shocked that someone had just touched his wrist without his permission.

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“Wait, wait- how do you do that?” Hazel asked as Frank showed her a piece of choreography.

“Okay, well you push your left foot out and then you bend both knees and your arms come down like you’re about to crouch. Then just kick out your left foot before pulling it back and set your right foot in front,” Frank instructed, holding Hazel's arm for her as she struggled to get the move down pat.

“Wait, I think I’ve got it,” She performed the move perfectly. “ Ooh, hey we can add on a salsa part to this!”

Hazel shuffled her hips, rolling her body and hips forwards before bringing them back her arms both in the air elegantly.

“Okay, put your right hand on my hip with my hand and then put your other hand in my free hand.” Hazel waved her free hand in the air which Frank then took.

“Now, just move with me,” Hazel finished. Frank, who was terribly nervous and could feel his hands shaking, somehow managed to perform the move adequately- which even led him to another idea for their dance.

“Hey, how do you feel about adding a lift?”

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“Percyy, put me down!” Annabeth shrieked as Percy held her on his back and refused to put her back to the safe ground.

“Not until you say that you secretly despise pointe shoes!”

“But I like performing on pointe! I was even hoping it would be part of our routine!”

This made Percy set her down. Annabeth’s cries of mercy died down as Percy let her feet touch the floor. They were occupying studio A which had the best mirrors- something that every dancer knew was necessary.

“You did?”

“What, did you think we were going to abandon Ballet entirely? We need to incorporate both styles, not just completely ignore the other,” Annabeth reminded him, her hands resting on her hips.

“I kinda thought we’d lean in the hip hop direction considering how technical the studio is.” Percy rubbed the back of his head.

“The studio isn’t that technical…. Okay maybe it is but we don’t need to abandon Ballet completely for this routine to stand out.”

“Do you have any ideas?”

“Of course,” Annabeth scoffed slightly before looking back at Percy, who rolled his eyes at her brash statement.

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Leo and Calypso were working on opposite sides of the room. They were in Studio 2, the salsa room- which they had for the rest of the day. Most dancers avoided Studio 2 because Dionysus was one of the weirdest dance teachers there were. He’d sit in a chair and tell the students stories and somehow, their dances blew people out the water. Some students believe that Leo and Hazel actually taught the class but others thought that Dionysus would just copy dances from the internet.

The truth was, Dionysus was the kind of person who would get a bit tipsy at work every once in a while- normally it would just result in him mis- shuffling his steps when teaching but every so once in a while, he would create some extraordinary move from scratch. The rest was just his natural ability to dance- Dionysus told stories through his dance and he told the stories first. Always first.

Calypso was on the side of the room with the bar, stretching and warming up while Leo was on the other side with his headphones on and practising.

“Hey! Hello Leo! Take your headphones off!” Calypso called from the other side of the room. Leo, oblivious as ever, continued marking moves, in a manner where he was basically just shuffling his hips. Calypso marched over towards him and snatched his headphones off his head.

“Oi! What was that for?”

“I’ve been trying to talk to you if you haven’t noticed,” she pointed out. Leo rolled his eyes passive aggressively which only got onto Calypso’s nerves even more.

“What do you want?” Leo asked bluntly, eager to finish the conversation.

“I know what we should do for the routine, so come on.” She tried grabbing Leo’s wrist again.

“Of course you do. There you go again. Always Calypso, the everlasting angel who bosses everyone about and sucks up to every teacher in sight,” Leo mumbled under his breath. Unfortunately for him, Calypso caught his words.

“Oh look, it’s Leo- the immature and idiotic salsa dancer who set his dance partner on fire and is only known because of his partner and his ridiculous crush he has on her!” Calypso threw her hands out.

“First of all, setting her on fire was part of the routine and we planned and rehearsed it several times. Second of all, I do not have a crush on Hazel!”

“Do to!”

“How would you even know! You’re always in Studio A or one the rehearsal rooms. You never come down to Studio 2- not that we want you down here,” Leo retorted.

“I have no desire to come down here with your loud and improper techniques and not to forget your funky, weird teacher. Everyone knows Hazel practically teaches the salsa classes.”

“Salsa isn't improper. It’s not our fault you’re the only ballet dancer with a stick so far up your ass, you’re practically a mannequin doll! And you’re just jealous that you have Reyna who is terrifying as a teacher- Dionysus is super chill and you know it!”

“Reyna is 10 times the teacher Dionysus will ever be. Besides, you aren’t even the best dancer in your class, you can’t be one to talk,” Calypso boasted.

“You aren’t the best in your class either,” Leo pointed out, as if the fact was obvious. Calypso, who thought otherwise, stopped, dead still.

He did not just go there.

She had always seen herself as a passionate, ambitious and successful dancer- a lot of the time, the best even. When she spoke again, her voice seemed softer, vulnerable even.

“What do you mean I’m not the best? Who else is there?”

“Well there’s Castellan- everyone knows he’s being scouted. Besides, Nico and Annabeth blow you out of the water when it comes to technique, so you really can’t come and attack us salsa dancers.”

Calypso was at a loss for words. Did people actually see Luke as the better dancer? Was she just his backup all this time? Di Angelo and Chase blow her out of the water in technique? Since when? She had been at this studio her entire life and it seemed like since forever, she had always seen herself and assumed herself to be the best. Quickly, she packed her stuff away and scurried out of Studio 2- leaving Leo all by himself.

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It was 8 at night. Almost every dancer had left the studio by now. By now, almost every light was turned off. Almost every part of studio A was covered in darkness. Except for the spot where Nico was dancing. His black pointe shoes were elegant, just like his turns, his leaps and his jumps. It was like watching a swan- graceful, smooth and completely unaware of its surroundings. Swans also gawked the second something unexpected happened- so when Will walked through the doors of Studio A and started clapping at the end of Nico’s routine, Nico freaked out, slipping his foot (which may I remind you was on pointe) and landing on his butt.

“Ah shit! Are you okay?” Will asked, his tone worried as he rushed towards Nico who was clutching his ankle, with his eyes screwed up.

“Why the hell were you there? Why the hell are you still here?”

“I could ask you the same question,” Will challenged.

“I lock up the studio normally. Reyna gives me the keys before she leaves.” Nico flexed his ankle, making sure it was able to move in all directions. He started ripping his pointe shoes off, eager to get his feet out of the pretty torture devices.

“Sorry about the ankle, I probably should have made it clear I was coming.” Will rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Yeah, normally I rely on your tap shoes. Those things click clack like a bloody cow bell,” Nico remarked as he walked over to his cubby to put on his trainers.

“Harty har, if it means you don’t go leaping into an injury then I will consider it.”

“Wow,” Nico drawled. “Good to see that you care so much about my health.”

“Well if you got injured, who would I audition with?” Will smirked cheekily, hiding his eyes under his voluminous amount of blond locks.

“Now I feel even better,” Nico laughed slightly, pulling his sports bag over his shoulder.

As they walked out of the building, Nico stopped to make sure everything was all locked up. They passed the silver plaque, which had the studio's motto on it. While the studio had a french name- Le Studio Royal Jupiter- it’s motto was Latin. Nico had always loved the studio’s motto, seeing as it was cryptic but meaningful. In fact, he had found out that the motto was actually named after the anatomical book of Andreas Vesalius who was a 16th century anatomist.

De Humani Corporis Fabrica

On the fabric of the Human Body- Nico thought it was perfectly fitting for Le Studio Royal Jupiter.

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spunky-89 · 4 years

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Broken Ship

A/N: Hi everyone! This is the first part of the Titans!Jason Todd fic. If everyone likes it I will add the second part and maybe turn it into a series... So let me know what you guys think!!

P.S. special shout out to @whatamidoing-com and @grandeftmarvel for being the ones to actually make me motivated enough to post this ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Part Two

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(Y/N) was laying down on the lounge chair she had dragged to the roof a few days ago. She groaned and then added, “I don't know what to do Neeks,”

The boy standing over her rolled his eyes but indulged her. It was kind of his job as her best friend.

“What is your heart telling you?” He asked.

“That you give shitty advice,” She grumbled, hoping he was going to be more helpful.

Nico sighed and gave her a look. “(Y/N),” he said, using that tone a mom would use to tell you not to be stupid. But since she was a sasshole, she just kept being sarcastic. So she responded by copying his tone while saying his name. And then he shoved her off the chair. She groaned again but stayed there, too deep in her own head to care.

“Seriously, what is stopping you from trying?” He asked, shaking his head at the dumb girl in front of him. He very well knew that if she really didn’t care, they wouldn’t be having this conversation. She would have broken out and headed for the ocean, disappearing before they knew she was gone. But something was stopping her. And he knew that something was the love of her life. Even if she was too stubborn to see it.

When she responded, her words were dripping in scathing sarcasm. “Oh I don't know, maybe the fact that last time we were ‘friends’, he suddenly decided we weren’t, without giving enough of a damn to let me know or to give me a reason.”

He could see the underlying hurt in her eyes. He knew how badly this had fucked her up. After all, he knew all about them before she had even told Percy. He stuck to her side while Percy and Bianca went on the rescue mission. So he saw how happy she was, and how excited she was to get back to him for Christmas. And the next time he saw her, she was a completely different person. Her eyes were colder, her cheery attitude was replaced by a facade of her former self, and most of all, she pushed everyone she was close to away, keeping them at an arm's length. All except him, who refused to accept she was this way now, wanting to keep some semblance of their friendship alive. She healed some overtime, but she was never quite the girl he had first met. The one who promised to be there for him and his sister no matter what. The one who said that he was the little brother she never wanted but loved more than her own.

Looking at her now, he could see a new look. There was that slight spark in her eyes, but it was blocked by the wall she had built so strong over the last four years. And Nico knew, the only one who could ever knock them down, was the boy trying to hide in the shadows, scared to lose his girl once more.

“It's been years, you've changed a lot since then. Maybe he has too.” He tried to gently explain.

“Why are you pushing me about this? Just take me home and let me forget this place and the people in it.” She exclaimed, sitting up and glaring at him.

“Because I care.” He started. He knew he had to be careful with his approach or she would clam up and he would lose the opportunity to talk some sense into her. “You're my best friend and you pushed me when I was scared to give Will a shot. And look how good that turned out. I'm just returning the favor.” He said gently, squatting next to her.

She covered her face and let out a frustrated “Uuuuhhhhgggggg”

Nico laughed at how dramatic she was being. She always said Percy was the dramatic one but in this moment she easily matched him. But he did his best to calm himself fast, knowing the consequences of laughing for too long (last time he ended up in the lake, it sucked).

“Look, take the evening to decide. I'll be here at noon to get you tomorrow.” He said finally.

“That seems unnecessary. Give me five minutes to grab my shit.” She said, her words begging him to take her away, but her eyes conflicted with a need to stay.

Nico sighed and added, “I'm serious. He seems like he really cares.”

“Just because he's listening in doesn't mean he cares. It actually is kinda stalkerish.” (Y/N) pointed out.

Nico rolled his eyes and got up. “Well, you do you. But in my opinion, it’s stupid to sink a repairable ship.”

She gave him a glare and flipped him off as he walked into a shadow on the wall. Once Nico vanished, she got up from the floor and turned towards the door to see Jason step out of the shadows he thought he was hidden in.

“What the fuck was that?”

She ignored him and pushed him aside to head back through the door.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!” he said grabbing her arm in an attempt to stop her.

She yanked her arm free and growled, “Fuck off”

He chased her down the stairs back into the main floor.

“I’m not just gonna let you leave!” He yelled as he grabbed her arm “I care about you too much to just let you walk away without trying to fix us”.

She growled and went to punch him, but he blocked her. She started talking as she attempted to land a hit on him.

“You don’t get to stand there and tell me you care! I know you saw me when I came looking for you and you know I saw you. I tried everything to get you to talk to me.” She landed a hit to his side and shoved him into the wall behind him. “So don’t you fucking dare tell me that you fucking care because if you did we wouldn't be having this conversation!”

He righted himself and went on the defense, not wanting to hurt the girl in front of him. He was damn glad the team was out or this would have made this confrontation worse. He steeled himself and started to argue with (Y/N). “Of course I care! Don’t ever fucking tell me I don’t. I stayed away to pro-”

“Don’t you dare feed me that bullshit!” She yelled as she threw another punch to his face, “You know I can take care of myself. So you need a better goddamn excuse if you want me to believe your FUCKING LIES!!!!!”

He caught both her hands and pushed her back to try and put distance between them, even though every cell in his body was screaming at him to hold her close.

“I LOVE YOU DAMNIT! I KNOW YOU CAN HANDLE YOURSELF. I KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU.” He screamed.

“YOU KNOW NOTHING! ITS BEEN 4 YEARS TODD, 4 FUCKING YEARS!” She screeched. She went at him again, her attacks were weak and half-hearted, but she needed to let out the tsunami of emotions somehow, she just chose her fists. Tears were welling in her eyes but neither knew if it was from the rage or the pain and sadness.

“I STILL KNOW YOU!” He grabbed her and shoved her against the wall, locking her in place. He knew he shouldn’t yell and scream at her, it would only make things worse. But he was never good at expressing emotion. So he continued to scream back, unwittingly telling her the thing he swore to never tell her.

“I KNOW YOU'RE STILL TERRIFIED OF HIGHTS. I KNOW YOU MOVED IN WITH YOUR MOM AND BROTHER. I KNOW YOU LEAVE TO HIT THE STREETS ALL THE TIME BECAUSE YOU STILL AREN'T ADJUSTED TO HAVING FOUR WALLS AROUND YOU. I KNOW THAT KID ON THE ROOF IS YOUR BEST FRIEND. I KNOW YOU DON'T LET PEOPLE GET CLOSE TO YOU ANYMORE! BECAUSE I NEVER STOPPED CARING, NEVER STOPPED WATCHING YOUR BACK! NO MATTER HOW FAR YOU WERE FROM ME! BECAUSE I NEVER STOPPED LOVING YOU!!”

A moment of silence rang through the hall. Both Jason and (Y/N) were breathing heavily, faces barely an inch apart. The tears were now streaming down her face, and his eyes had a glossy sheen that showed he wasn’t far from crying himself.

“Why?” She breathed, barely willing to break the silence with anything louder. Not moving her face an inch. Her eyes locked on his.

“I don’t know,” he breathed, loosening his grip on her so that he was barely holding onto her as he let his forehead rest against hers.

“Tell me why Jason?” She whispered, her voice cracking from the emotions. “Why did you leave me?”

Her eyes were now pouring out tears, though she didn't make a sound as she looked down and away from the boy who shattered her heart.

He moved his hands from her arms as he cupped her cheeks, wiping the tears away and pulling her face to look back at his, the pain behind her eyes breaking him.

“I think I was scared of losing you.”

“What does that even mean?” she whimpered,

“I cared about you too much, and I felt like I was holding you back from your family.” His cheeks becoming wet as the emotions he had long buried came rushing back. “In my head either you would leave me for them, or you would stay and grow to resent me for keeping you away from them.”

“Oh Jason,” She whispered, lips quivering as her tears never stopped flowing. He looked so broken and she had no idea what to say. It crushed her to find out that he left for her sake. She wasn’t good with words, neither was he. It was something they had bonded over, being able to convey emotions with actions and body language, no words needed. So she decided to go back to that.

She put her hands around his neck, one hand went into his hair, and the other pulled his neck closer to her as she kissed him. The tears were still streaming down their faces, but no words needed to be said. Everything was laid bare in that kiss. The love, the loss, the regrets, the apologies. Jason’s hands shifted as one landed on her waist to pull her closer and the other slid to the back of her head. As he did so she let out a small gasp which he used to slowly slip his tongue in her mouth. They had kissed once before when they were younger. It was the night before she left, neither knowing it was going to be the last they saw of one another for years. That first kiss felt right, but this kiss, it felt like they had found their home, that all was finally right in their worlds.

It could have been seconds or hours they stood there, but neither wanted to leave the other’s embrace. They had to breathe eventually, but when they pulled back it wasn’t far. Her eyes stayed closed as their foreheads rested against each other.

“Stay,” Jason breathed. The warm breath spread over her and she wanted to crumble in his arms.

With her eyes still closed she sighed and stayed quiet for a moment. “I can’t,” She whispered, fresh tears flowing. His grip on her tightened slightly as she spoke those words.

“Why not?” He asked, his voice showing his hurt, “After-after everything we’ve been through, the memories we’ve tried and failed to forget, this moment...Why?”

A small sob left her lips as she pulled and turned away from him. But he didn’t let her get far. She had made it no more than two steps when he grabbed her arm again, and this time his grip was iron-like. She could have broken free, but she didn’t have the strength or the will to fight him. She did, however, continue to avoid his gaze as she cried, never answering his question.

“Tell me why?” he asked again, his voice had a bit more strength and bite behind it. He placed his hand on her cheek and turned her face towards him, where he could see the pain and anguish behind her eyes.

“Because I can’t, I-I have responsibilities and a new family...I-I can’t just leave them.” She said, her voice soft and her eyes looked down while she spoke, only looking up for a second when she had finished. Jason knew why she wouldn’t look at him, she knew he’d know she was lying. But he still noticed anyway.

“Look me in the eye and say you don’t want this-us and I’ll let you walk away and I won’t bother you again. But if not, I will fight every day to get you back.” He spoke, his words rang with pain and confidence. Her lips wobbled as she looked into his eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll let you leave right now.” His voice came out shaky as he took in the depth of her eyes, the emotions swirling as her face showed her inner conflict. She opened and closed her mouth at least half a dozen times before she whimpered and looked down again.

“I can’t,”

“Then stay, please. I need you.” Jason begged.

She shook her head but made no move to leave his arms again. There were a few tense moments of stillness and silence before she moved. She lunged at him and buried her head in his shirt, her head resting right where his heart was.

“I can’t get my heart shattered again Jason, I can’t. I barely made it through last time. I’m not strong enough to withstand it again.” She spoke through her tears.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise,” He spoke softly as he pulled her closer and gripped her in a bear hug. “I fucked up majorly but please, just-just give me another chance.”

She pulled her head from his chest and opened her mouth to argue but he didn’t let her. He placed one hand on her cheek and said, “I’ll do better, I won’t pull any more shit like that because having you here the last few days reminded me of how much it hurts every day to not see your face, even when it’s filled with rage and contempt.”

He could see the emotions flashing across her face as she tried to make heads or tails of her thoughts. She looked him in the eye, trying to read him. It didn’t matter that they hadn’t seen each other in four years, she could still read him like an open book. She looked into his eyes and saw the same look she saw every day in the mirror, the pain of losing your best friend and the sincere hardness of a promise. Her heart was ready to beat out of her chest and she knew right then, she would never leave him or let him leave her ever again. She reached up and pulled his lips back to hers. No hesitancy as she did so. Their lips stayed locked as he slowly backed her into the wall again but this time it wasn’t aggressive, no, this was driven by something else entirely.

There was desperation in the kiss this time. They both were grabbing at each other, trying to be close as possible. Jason grabbed her and lifted her into his arms. She was so shocked that he had the strength to do that. But then she remembered they weren’t kids anymore. They were both older and (slightly) more mature.

She barely realized she had wrapped her legs around him. The movement was so unconscious, but like with everything with Jason, her body and his worked in tandem. Her unknowing may have also been due to the fact that she was far too distracted by his tongue wrapping around hers as he explored her mouth. They broke for air and she stared at him, the muscles in his arms bulging as he held her against the wall. She now felt his one hand clutching her thigh and she took a shuttered breath as she felt him pressed completely into her, not a single gap between their bodies. She wasn’t sure what to do but when she looked into Jason’s eyes, she knew. He had his stupidly sexy smirk plastered on his face as she was taking him in, his eyes a few shades darker than usual. She wasn’t alone in this examination as he was taking her in and undressing her with his eyes. It was a look she usually hated, but coming from him, her breath hitched just a bit.

Right then and there, gazing into his eyes, she fell in love with him all over again. She saw her world in those eyes, her future. She wasn’t the romantic type, but at this moment, she would happily go through all the trauma and nightmares she’d dealt with again just to stay in that moment forever.

#jason todd x reader #Jason Todd #titans!jason todd #Titans #curran walters #percy jackson crossover #robin x reader #jason todd x you #IMAGES NOT MINE #picture not mine

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1heartsickfics · 4 years

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Do you remember somewhere in Blood of Olympus Percy gets poisoned by that underwater guy I cant remember the name of? If you do, can you do a story where someone unlikely takes care of him? If you don't, I completely understand😊

Yes omg, another example of Rick Riordan being one of us because after that incident he talks about Percy having to go throw up several times. It was Kymopoleia and Polybotes who poisoned him.

Side note though, I kind of hated that scene because Riordan made Percy so useless even though he was in his domain while Jason, who was very much out of his, was the hero. I’m not saying Percy has to be the hero all the time (although he is the main character really so like kind of) but I love the way he was always written as being so powerful (near water especially). Like at the end of House of Hades Nico says that Percy is the most powerful demigod he’s ever known, so I just felt like it was dumb for him to be rendered useless so easily in that scene.

Anyway, enough of my rant. Here’s the part you came for:

TW: spoilers for blood of olympus I guess and depictions of vomit

“Percy are you okay?!?” Jason yelled, darting over to him once the poison dissipated.

“Gah, yeah I think so,” Percy coughed and sputtered, stumbling around in the water.

“Alright, come on, lets get back up there. Hopefully the Argo II is okay,” Jason said. He could feel the air getting thin. His wind storm was thinning.

“Could we, uh, maybe not mention exactly what happened down here? The son of the sky god saving the son of the sea god underwater thing?” Percy asked.

“Yeah, sure bro,” Jason nodded, smiling sympathetically at his friend. He understood where Percy was coming from. They were supposed to be the leaders of this quest, but Jason seemed to just keep getting knocked unconscious, needing rescued. He’d felt useless many times along their journey.

“Great. Thanks,” Percy said, still sounding out of breath. Normally he could breathe underwater just like it was air but he seemed to be struggling right now.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Jason asked, “You’re looking a little green,” he said. He was sure it was more than just the tint of the water that was tinging Percy’s face.

“Mhmm, fine,” Percy mumbled, stroking upwards to swim toward the surface, but his limbs weren’t coordinated enough so he didn’t go anywhere. Jason reached through his air bubble to grab Percy’s arm, willing the winds to take them to the surface before they ran out of air.

Jason gasped for air as they reached the surface, not having realized just how shallowly he’d been having to breathe. He managed a few deep breaths, finally filling his lungs, before Percy suddenly gripped his arm.

“Jas-” Percy said frantically, before his body convulsed and he vomited into the water.

“Oh Gods, okay,” Jason muttered to himself, kicking forward to move behind Percy. He wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him afloat while he brought up his stomach contents. Jason knew Percy had looked pretty green.

Percy was limp against him, which worried Jason. Normally he could keep himself afloat just by willing the water to support him, but he was clearly in too bad of shape to even use that power, which was concerning. He didn’t seem to have it in him to even keep himself up the normal way, by kicking. Percy slumped forward of Jason’s arm, almost pitching into the water completely.

“Ookay, come on. We’ve gotta get you above deck Perce,” Jason said, pulling Percy back against his chest until his head was resting on Jason’s shoulder. He kept one arm wrapped firmly around Percy’s waist, using his other arm to swim toward the boat.

He managed to get them over to the Argo II, which took a lot longer than he’d expected. It hadn’t looked that far, but with Percy’s dead weight it felt like miles, and he was exhausted.

“Gonna need a little help here,” Jason panted as they reached the ladder. His muscles were aching and his breath was coming in gasps.

Thankfully, Percy seemed to have recovered some, because he was able to grab the ladder, hauling himself out of the water. Once he climbed to the top he leaned over and offered Jason a hand, pulling him the rest of the way to the deck, where both boys collapsed.

Immediately, all of their friends rushed over. A myriad of hands pulled them both up off of the deck and into chairs. Percy forced his eyes open, wincing as his vision swam (pun intended), making him feel dizzy and sick all over again.

“What in Hades happened down there?”

Percy blinked a few times, taking some slow deep breaths until the worried faces of his friends came into view. He forced himself to focus on the calming motion of the waves below him, trying to settle his stomach, which was still churning queasily.

“It was the goddess Kymopoleia. She was working for Polybotes. But we got her to turn against him and help um, help us kill him. But Percy got poisoned. My uh, my venti cloud protected me from it I guess,” Jason explained, still breathing hard.

His friends all murmured a collection of sympathies and sighs of relief, but Percy couldn’t focus on any of them. He still felt too sick.

“Where’s Annabeth?” he croaked.

“She’s helping Leo man the wheel while he does some repairs,” someone answered, Piper maybe.

“Maybe someone should go switch her out,” Jason said, glancing worriedly over at Percy. He needed his girlfriend right now.

“No,” Percy said quickly. “No don’t worry her,” he shook his head.

“Are you sure?” Hazel asked, placing a hand on Percy’s arm. Jason was right, he really didn’t look so good.

“I’m fine,” Percy insisted, although his ashen complexion said otherwise. “Could someone just help me to my room?” he asked weakly.

“I will,” a small voice spoke up from behind the rest of the group. Nico?

Everyone parted for him to come forward, looking surprised. He didn’t really speak all that often. In fact, they often times forgot that he was even there, lurking in the shadows.

“Come on, let’s go,” Nico said, stepping in front of Percy. He grabbed Percy’s wrist, pulling his arm around his own shoulders to prop him up. Although Percy was still a handful of inches taller than Nico, he was stronger than he looked, so he began to half drag half pull Percy down the hall toward the below deck quarters.

“You doing okay?” NIco asked when Percy let out a soft groan, leaning even more heavily on Nico.

“Not feeling so hot,” Percy shook his head.

Nico realized how chalky Percy’s complexion had become, mouth hanging open slightly and his eyes unforced. He had his free hand clutched to his stomach, hunched forward over it slightly.

“Are you going to throw up?” Nico asked, putting the pieces together. Percy nodded miserably, rubbing his hand back and forth across his stomach.

“Okay, come on,” Nico began dragging Percy again, this time with the destination of the bathroom instead of his room.

“Ohh my stomach,” Percy moaned. His hand moved up to cover his mouth, fighting back nausea.

Nico pushed their way into the bathroom, lowering Percy down onto the floor in front of the toilet as gently as he could. As soon as Percy’s knees hit the ground he lurched forward over the toilet and heaved up a mouthful of seawater and green sludge. The poison, Nico thought, wincing.

“You’re okay,” Nico said, crouching down behind Percy and placing a hand on his back. He was surprised to find that Percy’s clothes were wet, which he’d failed to notice before. He must really be feeling bad if his powers couldn’t even keep him dry.

Percy continued to pant over the toilet, clutching the rim with white knuckles. Nothing happened, though, so Nico pulled him away from the bowl to lean against the wall behind them.

“Let’s get you into some dry clothes and in bed,” Nico said, positioning Percy’s arm around him again so he could get him up.

“Nooo,” Percy groaned, shaking his head, “Feel nauseous.”

“Yeah you were poisoned Percy, might take a while to wear off. I’ll put a trash bin beside your bed, okay? You need to get some rest,” Nico argued, hauling Percy’s limp body off the ground with some difficulty. He was all dead weight now.

Nico and Percy managed to slowly limp their way down the hall to Percy’s room, which he had to admit, instantly made him feel a bit better, Just to be surrounded by his things.

“Here, get changed,” Nico said, tossing Percy a dry t-shirt and a pair of shorts. While Percy got out of his wet clothes, Nico pulled the trash over to sit beside Percy’s bed, laying a towel underneath it just in case his aim was off.

When Percy was finished he helped him climb into bed, pulling the covers up over him to still his shivering. This poison had really done a number on him it seemed. He watched as Percy closed his eyes, clearly exhausted.

“You need anything else Percy?” Nico asked, leaning against the wall. Percy cracked an eye open to look up at him with an expression Nico had never seen on him before, fear.

“Could you-? Could you stay? Just for a minute,” Percy asked quietly, averting his eyes. He sounded so young, despite being almost 5 years older than Nico.

“Yeah. Yeah of course,” he said, moving to sit at the edge of Percy’s bed as he closed his eyes again.

Nico had a feeling that Percy and Jason hadn’t exactly been honest about what had happened on their underwater adventure. Whatever really went down, it had clearly shaken Percy up pretty good. As much as Nico looked up to Percy, it made him feel slightly better about his own life to know that even someone as strong and as brave as Percy Jackson had his vulnerable moments.

#sick percy #percy jackson #heroes of olympus #blood of olympus #caretaker jason #caretaker nico #jason grace #nico di angelo #piper mcclean #annabeth chase #frank zhang #hazel levesque #leo valdez #argo ii #rick riordan #tw vomit #vomit trigger warning #poison sickness

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xxrainbow-princessxx · 4 years

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Enough - Leo x Isabella

There comes a time in your relationship when all you can say is you’ve had enough

Warnings: cursing, it’s a little angsty

@lorirwritesfanfic @drakewalkerfantasy @rainbowsinthestorm @lorircreates @hopefulmoonobject @liam-rhys @kimmiedoo5 @speedyoperarascalparty

Isabella was stressed. Rubbing her left temple to soothe her aching headache, she held Nico close to her propped up against her chest by her other arm as she tried to get some work done; but like everything recently, if one thing could go wrong, everything went wrong. “Hey...” Leo entered her office fresh from his return from Cordonia, “What was the missed call from the school about? I called back but they told me you sorted it... you could have let me know...” Without lifting her head, Isabella pointed across towards to the corner with her pen where Natalia and Alessandra sat without a word; both knowing that their mother’s temper and patience wasn’t to be tested any further today. “You two are home pretty early...” Leo began to fold his arms unimpressed as he checked the time on his Rolex “Is one of you going to tell me why?” Isabella knew Leo’s comment was a slight dig at her but kept quiet. The seven year old Princesses kept their heads down as Isabella looked across the room at them over her thick black framed glasses. “We... we were rude to our teacher...” Alessandra mumbled as she continued to colour in her picture. “We’re sorry...”

Natalia rubbed her eyes, pouting, both of them knowing they were in the wrong. Leo slowly ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair as he shook his head looking back at Isabella as she broke her silence, “They’re writing letters to apologise for deciding they didn’t want to be taught today and back talked constantly because they didn’t like what the teacher had planned for their lessons. Those letters are for their teacher on Monday morning and no carnival this weekend...” Leo nodded in agreement as she girls tried to protest, immediately huffing as Leo laid down the law, “You both know the rules. At school you are no different to your classmates and what your teacher says, you do. End of story.” Isabella began to wince as Nicolas decided to fuss against her chest, the high pitched scream echoed through the room, “Leo?” Isabella begged, “Can you take him?” Leo reluctantly walked over to Isabella, carefully taking the three month old from the cocoon he was wrapped in placing him against his chest. “Lia... Sasha... you can finish your letters in your room...” Isabella sighed heavily as she finally had some peace. It had been a long week in Leo’s absence.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Isabella slouched across the table, dragging her fingers through her hair. This was getting far too much to handle. Isabella noticed recently that the girls would play up when their father was out of town, they weren’t getting the same attention as they once did before her and Leo’s Coronation; It wasn’t fair but with a new baby and new responsibilities - the twins would have to come around eventually. Isabella couldn’t reward bad behaviour just because of their current circumstance and hoped that it was only a short phase. Leo’s back and forth to Cordonia wasn’t helping matters either. With Leo’s continuing absence, it was making it harder for the couple and the longer the trips became, the louder the arguing but Isabella was not going to argue with Leo in front of the children. She knew better not to. On the outside looking in, the Sánchez-Rys family were picturesque, they didn’t have a care in the world but when you scratched under the surface, there were many secrets that their hearts held onto.

Things hadn’t been going too well since Nico was born. With everything going on in Cordonia and a new baby Leo felt threatened and pushed away as Isabella spent most of her time with the new baby. Nicolas was the definition of a clingy baby and Leo couldn’t cope with the changes in his family structure as he lay by himself in their marital bed, only for Isabella to sleep beside her baby in the nursery. Between being a parent and a Queen of a country, there was little less time for anything else; she was completely exhausted and not willing to put up with Cordonian affairs - it was added stress she didn’t need. As space drifted between them and Leo spent more time back and forth in Cordonia, the cracks in their relationship seemed to widen even further. Leo’s jealousy and Isabella’s fears of not being able to be the mother she always wanted herself to be beleaguered the couple and more than once left Leo on the outside looking in. The more they had drifted apart; most nights Leo stared up at the ceiling wondering what if and Isabella cried into a muslin cloth that was draped over her shoulder.

After putting Nico to bed and sending the girls to their rooms, Leo glared sternly at Isabella, “So were you ever going to tell me they were sent home from school?” Isabella rolled her eyes sighing, “I didn’t even know they called you, it’s not a big deal Leo... they made a mistake, they’re grounded...” Isabella scrunched her nose up in disgust, “It’s not like they were hurt... plus it wouldn’t have happened...” Leo gritted his teeth as Isabella had great pleasure in pointing out it was his fault, “...If you actually were here every once in a while, they wouldn’t play up for attention...” Leo clicked his tongue not giving Isabella the satisfaction she wanted from the argument and instead agreed with her, “By all means... yes... this was my fault... next time, they can come to Cordonia... or better yet...” he had a deceitful glint in his eye, “We can send them to boarding school so that their mother doesn’t have to stop working for a day to look after her children... or would you rather I get Barthemely to come and put our girls into regent care? Huh?” Taking a deep breath the young Queen pushed out her chair; her heels clicking across the floor towards her husband angrily screaming at Leo, “Don’t you dare... I’ve two seven year olds, a three month old, still attending my own and your Royal engagements... Where the hell are you other than running off to be at your brother’s side every other week because he fucked up?”

Leo’s was furious, Isabella was pushing buttons that she knew not to push right now, “Well if your fucking Uncle hadn’t taken Camille into regent’s care, I wouldn’t have to... What the hell are you doing to try to help?!” Isabella’s stony expression said enough as she slowly folded her arms, her left arched brow raising, “Don’t you dare make this my problem... Liam went into bed with Auvernal - he was warned often enough to keep them as far from Cordonia after what happened in Rivia...” Leo’s eyes slowly narrowed, gritting his teeth, seething, “He didn’t have a choice! I would have done the same! You Beaumont’s are all the same... out for yourselves!” Biting down on her bottom lip, Isabella tried not to laugh, “You are a hypocrite... why are you only caring about Liam’s life now? In a heartbeat...” the petite brunette clicked her fingers, “...You were ready to walk away from everything! You’re no fucking better...” Isabella’s lips began to curl coyly upwards, “How nice is it on your little pedestal looking down at everyone because Leo Rys is so perfect... he can do no fucking wrong!” Leo’s face reddened with anger, he could feel his fists clenching; his nostrils flared as Isabella’s dark chocolate brown eyes looked through him. The Laurentian Queen clicked her tongue, “Maybe you should just run back to Cordonia like you always do when things get tough...”

Isabella sucked in her cheeks as Leo began to smirk cockily, “Fine by me...” as he pulled on the sleeves of his jacket, “At least that is something we can agree on...” The petite brunette’s almond shaped eyes narrowed slightly as she watched Leo turning and making his way towards the door, “You walk out that door...” Isabella screamed, “Don’t ever think of coming back!” Without looking back at her, Leo pulled on the handle, walking out without saying a word. Isabella took a deep breath through her nose as the room finally fell to a eerie silence. She didn’t know how to feel other than a weight had been lifted from her chest. Her eyes darted towards the door as she heard quiet knocking. “Bella...” Jimena stuck her head through the door, “You ok?” Jimena frowned watching as Isabella placed her head into her hands and began to cry. Closing the door behind her, Jimena ran across to take Isabella into her embrace, “I am so sorry...” Isabella sniffed, wiping her tears with her fingers to stop her mascara running as she stepped back. Jimena raised her brow in confusion as Isabella walked back towards her desk to pick up the phone, “Who are you...?”

Isabella held up her hand as the dial tone rang out, clearing her throat as the caller answered, “Good afternoon Señor Castellanos...” shaking her head, Isabella’s long waved curls shimmered in the evening sun that shone through the window hiding her mascara stained cheeks, “Freeze all assets and accounts except the workers expenditure accounts...” Jimena’s eyes widened in shock as Isabella argued with the Royal accountant, “Quite frankly Señor... I don’t give a fuck... No one is getting a cent from those accounts until I say so; move what you can now, we will deal with the rest later...” Isabella placed her hand over he receiver as she mouthed towards Jimena, “if Leo wants to walk out that door and go back to Cordonia, he can spend someone else’s money to get there... everything is grounded...” Jimena nodded, stepping back from Isabella not to interrupt as she continued to discuss the new terms with the accountant. Unknown to Leo, Isabella’s staff were briefed for years that if she and Leo ever separated, they had specific protocols and procedures in place in order to protect the Crown. Pressing onto her earpiece, Jimena spoke in hushed tones to Javier, the head of the Royal Guard “Lock everything down... we need to enforce the divide et impera protocol. It’s time to throw the Lion to the wolves...”

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amelink66world · 4 years

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Love of my Life

Heyyy guysss!!! The previous chapter is right below this one. It's even there on my wattpad. You can check it out there too! Enjoyyy 💞

Back on Track

Calling the first hour of the surgery uncomfortable would be an understatement. It was downright heart wrenching. Anxiety was flowing in Jackson's nerves. He was trying to start a conversation every now and then but it appeared that Link had taken an oath of silence and Nico had seen a ghost. He was too anxious to even utter a single word. Amelia was really nervous and sweating like crazy. Jackson was quick to understand that Link and Amelia had a falling out. Yeah, yeah. Everybody thinks that I don't know about them. I'm the most important member of the hospital board. Of course, I know about them. I know about everyone in this freaking soap opera we call a hospital. I even know that no one should even dare to enter the Blue Room between 12 and 1:30 everyday. NO ONE.

The tension was so intense that it could be cut with a knife. Amelia too was trying her level best to initiate a conversation and the only active participant was Jackson. Nico was pretty sure that if he spoke to Amelia then Link would most probably fire him from his fellowship so he kept mum. Amelia tried to ask him some questions about the patient in excuse to engage him in a conversation as obviously the cold wall of a man beside him was making it really hard.

Nico was about to start answering Amelia's questions when a sharp glare from Link's way shushed him. He yelped and quickly focused in the patient, now more than even concerned about his employment. This didn't go unnoticed by the other two surgeons. Jackson raised a brow and looked at the pair who were so used to acting like horny teenagers just a week back. Did I miss something?

Amelia more determined now to at least make Link acknowledge her presence commented about Jai's wife, " I have no idea how she hung onto her husband for that many hours. Have you looked at her posterior cord? God, it's in shambles! I would have let go at aboouutt the twenty minute mark, if not sooner," she chuckled, obviously laughing at her own joke.

Link got offended and rolled his eyes. He was still pretty mad at how she left him. She could've given a heads up for crying out loud! He snarkily replied, " Well, it sounds about right," while still focusing on the patient.

Amelia's eyes widened at his harsh comment. She stared at him. Ouch. Huh, at least I got his attention.

Jackson listened in on the conversation, his interest piqued. Nico, on the other hand, suddenly found himself on crossroads. He finally decided to present his input too, ofcourse if needed, who shies away from hospital gossip and drama, huh?

Trying to make it all right and diss the situation, Amelia addressed Link with nervousness, "So clearly, we've had a misunderstanding. Can we talk after surgery? ", Amelia looked at him with hopeful eyes. Their eyes met and Link started feeling that warmth arise in his stomach. Not trusting himself with Amelia alone, he shrugged, " I'm happy to talk here."

Amelia nervously looked at Nico and Jackson who were trying so hard to pretend this conversation didn't interest them in the slightest, feelingwhat uncomfortable having to talk about her feelings before the. Link seemed to be adamant though. Nico took the hint and was quick to reply, " I'm not listening," before looking at Link. Jackson replied right after him, " And I don't care," with slight amusement.

Amelia rolled her eyes at them before dragging her " Ookaay". She sighed deeply before directly looking at Link in the eyes," I like you. A LOT. I would love to keep seeing you. What I don't want is...bury myself in you." All the three males operating raised their heads and looked at her. Link raised his eyebrows, confusion written all over his face. Again she's talking Amelia language. He wanted to smack his head but they were embedded in the patient's body. What does she mean by that? Of course she's not talking about the sex. God, I don't understand. Help me out here, please.

Nico was quick to respond for him. Of course, he's a guy he understood what Link was feeling. He obviously did not understand in the slightest what Amelia was trying to say. He had observed how happy Link had been lately with Amelia and wanted his mentor to be happy in his life. He decided to help him out here. Answering her earlier question, he says, " Uh, no he doesn't ".

Amelia frowned. He doesn't understand simple English? " He doesn't? " She looked towards Link and questioned him, " You don't ? " Now it was Jackson's turn to reply. He had known Amelia for the past six years and knew she could be nuclear sometimes. And he was a guy too. No male on the planet could understand what a woman speaks when she's nervous. " Of course, he doesn't. You're not speaking a language any dude could possibly understand," he replied incredulously. She looked at Jackson first and then Link for confirmation. He felt her eyes on him and felt compelled to make this easy for her so he shrugged. Without looking he confirms her suspicions, " They're not wrong. "

Amelia sighed deeply again. Like I said, MEN! She tried to say it the easier way. " I would like to go on dates with you and get to know you better before I'm all in. I have a history of going all in, too fast and I would like to change that with you. So...", she trailed off and looked at the other nosy surgeons for affirmation. " Better? " She was rewarded with three simultaneous replies,

" Better "

" Better. " It was the last one that brought a wide grin on her face. Link finally turned in her direction and passes her a small smile. He would love to talk to her thoroughly before coming to a conclusion as to where they stood right now but he was at least happy that the misunderstanding seemed to have fizzled out somewhat. Amelia couldn't see him smiling because of the mask but the glint in his eyes gave him away. The tension in the OR finally seemed to have vanished and as usual they performed the surgery engaging in small talk with Jackson occasionally probing Amelia and Link for details and him earning a glare from both the parties involved.

After the surgery, Nico almost pushed Jackson out of the scrub room to give the couple some muh needed privacy. The silence in the scrub room was not as awkward as before but Link still had some uncertainties. He glanced at Amelia who was too busy concentrating on her hands. He cleared his throat and turned in her direction. " Sooo...", he trailed off and raised his eyebrows prompting her to take the lead.

" Not here." She grabbed his right hand and pulled him with her to their favorite on-call room on the fifth floor. Link waited patiently by the bed smiling while Amelia paced trying to gather her thoughts as to how to start the conversation. She was just teeny tiny bit nervous. She couldn't help it. Link made her nervous!

Okay. Here we go. She turned towards him and clasped his hands in hers. " Link "

" Amelia ", he replied playfully.

He was rewarded with a smack on his arm. " Shut up. I'm trying here," she glared at him accusingly making Link grin. He just loved teasing her. Seeing her so anxious was oddly entertaining.

Link recovered and looked deeply in her eyes providing her strength. She nodded before saying, "Link. I never said that I wanted to break up with you. That day what I meant was I just needed to figure out myself. I'm going to be completely honest here. I'm that sort of a person who falls in love too quickly. That almost always becomes the reason why I hurt people or they hurt me. I didn't want that with you. I don't ever want you to get hurt. I can be very reckless and rash sometimes. Ypu don't deserve that. I thought I would hurt you...badly, which I unintentionally have done. And in the past too." Her eyes became downcast and her voice was quivering.

Link pressed his hands to her cheeks forcing her to look in his eyes. She had tears in her eyes. Her nodded at her willing her to continue. " In the past week, I never thought I'd miss you so much. I thought we'd still be together, we'll just be going on dates and no more pain relief sex. I wanted us to give us a try. You asked me a question a few days back whether it felt real for me too. I couldn't answer it that time." She too pressed her hands on his cheeks. He momentarily closed his eyes feeling her warm hands on his cheeks.

He had missed this! He had missed her touch, missed feeling so close to her. She leaned in and softly brushed her lips against his. " It does. I'm a 1000% sure, it definitely does. It all feels real to me. I never thought I'd feel this way. I never felt like this with Owen. YOU made me start feeling those things which I can't explain right now. And...I panicked. I thought I'd sabotage this relationship too, just like I did to all my other relationships. I'm really sorry, Link for hurting you."

She started sobbing. Link's heart broke for her. Why does she think she sabotages relationships? Who told her that ?! Link couldn't see Amelia so broken. He put a finger on her lips, silencing her. He drew her in closer before brushing her tears with his thumbs. " Who told you that, Amelia? It's not true. YOU could never hurt me. Even if you wanted to." Amelia raised her head to look at him properly.

"And you're not reckless. You're the most beautiful person I know. And I'm not talking about your appearance. Even though you're gorgeous", he chuckled. She smiled at that. He always knows how to make me feel better. " It's okay, Amelia. I understand, you panicked. It's completely normal. It happens to everybody." He hugged her tightly for few long moments before pulling back slightly to look her in the eyes.

" I like you, Amelia. YOU. All of you. Even if you think you're reckless, it doesn't matter. I like your recklessness." He kissed her cheek. " I like everything about you. Don't think I'll ever judge you Amelia. You can be honest with me. Always. And who doesn't have flaws? Look at me! I'm the one who ignored you for a week! I'm the one who tortured the both of us by avoiding you! I mean, I literally ran in the opposite direction at the mere sight of you! ", both of them started laughing.

" Yeah, that was quite funny to watch." At Link's confused expression, she smugly replied, " Don't you ever think you will be successful at hiding. I saw you every single time! After all, I invented the Game of Avoidance," Amelia started laughing harder at Link's horrified expression.

" And here I thought you never saw me hiding." Link shook his head in embarrassment.

Amelia brought his attention back to her by placing a soft kiss on his right cheek. " You didn't have to avoid me, Link. You could've simply come and talked to me," she whispered. " Do you have any idea how much I wanted to talk to you? It was like, I couldn't stay away from you. I always came to look for you but then I saw you avoiding me like a plague. I thought you needed your space. So I always stopped myself from punching you to knock some sense into that stupid, male brain of yours ! "

Link's eyes grew soft. Amelia looked really vulnerable. " Then why didn't you? All you had to do was simply push me into an on-call room like you did today! Amelia...I'm really sorry for avoiding you."

Amelia leaned in dangerously close. He felt her hot breath on his face. She whispered, " Don't you dare do that again. Ever. I really missed you, Link." She then pressed her lips against his in a chaste kiss. A warm feeling washed all over them as soon as their lips touched. It started soft but soon turned frantic. Both of them poured the whole week of pent up tension into that kiss. Amelia wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. They were devouring each other's mouths. Link nibbled on her bottom lip before pulling back slightly.

Amelia was totally breathless. Ah, I missed this the most! Link kissed her forehead, " I missed you too. Terribly." He then kissed her right cheek, " I missed this." Then her other cheek, " And this." Amelia sighed with content. Everything was back to normal. Just like it was supposed to be. Everything was back on track. Link wrapped his hands protectively around her waist. He kissed her nose then. " And this too. " He leaned in her ear and whispered huskily, " I really, really missed you, Amelia," before biting her earlobe. He nibbled on it for a few more seconds before pulling back. He softly pressed his lips to hers. " But, I missed these the most. They're mine." Amelia panted with anticipation. She waited for THAT kiss to come.

MINE. Those words ringed in Amelia's ears. If she thought she was aroused before, then what would she call herself now? These words arose something wild in her. She couldn't hold it any longer and closed whatever little distance was left between them. Link was happy to oblige. The kiss was frantic. Demanding. Desperate. Needy. They poured all their feelings into the kiss.

The couple were finally happy to have resolved everything. They could finally put a label on them. GIRLFRIEND. Link was overwhelmed with emotion at finally having to call her that. She was his girlfriend. His. After avoiding her for soooo long, now he could finally have his way with her. His body reacted instantly.

Their tongues were battling for dominance. She moaned in his mouth. Suddenly Amelia felt herself being pushed against the wall. Link's hands were on her hips pressing her even closer to him. I had missed this. His hands. On my body. His touch. His kiss. It was bliss for her. Pure bliss. Amelia pulled back, breathless. She looked at him. His naturally grey eyes were dark with lust. She knew her eyes mirrored the same expression. Nobody but him could put her in that state.

Before she knew it, Link dove right back in and attacked her neck. He kissed and suckled. One of his hands moved further down her back to press her against him more firmly eliciting a moan from her. His other hand slowly slid inside her scrub top and moved upwards. Amelia moved her hands to the back of his head, entangling her fingers in his soft, brown hair and tugged. He pulled back sharply to look her in the eyes before removing his scrub top. " No more secrets." He looked her in the eye.

Amelia stared at his rock hard abs for a second too long before meeting his eyes, sincerely speaking, "No more secrets." He smiled mischievously before pulling her top over her head and pushing her against the wall again. He then attacked her lips with renewed vigour and Amelia was more than happy with turns of events. Just minutes before she was crying and here she is now, panting like crazy. Only this man can do that to me. He moved his hands up her back and pulled at Amelia's hair softly to expose her neck. His lips went to her neck again and he unclasped her bra. Skin to skin. Amelia pressed herself even closer to him making him groan. She held on to his shoulders for dear life when he suddenly picked her up and wrapped her legs around his muscular waist.

She gasped at his eagerness. He smirked, So someone missed me too. Amelia was getting impatient and squirmed against him. He understood her point and held on to her protectively before moving them to the bed. Today she was all his. Amelia liked to be in control. Even when it came to the bedroom, her desire for control never faded. It aroused him always to an inexplicable level. But today he was having none of that. He was going to be in total control today. He was going to have his way with her. He didn't know what came over him. Maybe staying away from each other for a week did that to them.

If staying away from each other for a whole week did THAT to him, then maybe we should avoid each other more often. She couldn't stop the sounds coming from her mouth at what he was doing to her. This side of Link was kinda hidden until then. He had been rough with her before, but never like this. And Amelia liked it to no end. No, she loved it.

Hours later, Amelia laid on top of Link's chest completely spent. She was trying to catch her breath and Link was breathing heavily. Her arms were still wrapped loosely around his shoulders and his strong, muscular arms were tightly placed around her body holding her close. He was softly caressing her side and his nose was buried in her hear, inhaling her scent. There was peaceful silence surrounding them and they were content with each other. They were in their own pink bubble. Amelia was drawing small patterns on his chest when Link pulled her out of her thoughts and suddenly asked her, " Amelia, would you like to go on a date with me? ", he asked hopefully with a childish grin on his face.

Amelia laughed heartily, " You are such a dork." She couldn't help herself and kissed him at his cuteness. " Of course, silly. People who are dating are kinda entitled to do just that." Link joined in on her laughter and pulled her even closer before cheering, " Yayy. Today is my best day. I get to take Amelia Shepherd on a date. Lucky me."

Amelia countered, " No, babe. I get to go on a date with you. Lucky ME. All the nurses will chase me and I'd have to run for my life! ," she laughed.

Amelia looked up at him to see that his eyes were gleaming and he was staring at her face with a radiant expression. " What's with the face? ", she raised her eyebrows and tried to look suspicious but her smile gave her away.

" What face? ", he smiled down at her innocently.

She moved up his chest to look him in the eyes. She searched his eyes while caressing his jaw. " This face."

Link smiled. He moved his right hand up and down her uncovered body softly. He picked up her hand on his chest to bring it to his lips. He kissed it before answering her, " I'm happy, Amelia. With you. You make me happy. Thank you for being here with me." He then winked at her smugly when he realised how flustered she was getting.

Amelia blushed and felt butterflies in her belly. We just had sex! How can he make feel shy and giddy right after we had sex?! She rewarded him with a passionate kiss on his lips. She proceeded to kiss his jaw and moved lower till she reached his ear. She whispered seductively, " You have no idea how happy you make me. You don't know what you make me feel, Link." Mimicking his actions from before, she bit his earlobe making him groan. It was a soft spot for him. He loved it when she did that. His arms now wrapped around her tightly trying to bring her as close to him as physically possible.

He groaned when she moved down to his neck and gave it as much attention as it deserved. Her hands moved down his body to reach their goal. Link moaned and She made her way even lower when all of a sudden she shrieked and found herself on her back with Link pinning her hands above her head. When did he flip us? That dark look returned in his eyes which made her shiver. He kissed her nose before slyly whispering, "Are you cold? Huh, I know a way to warm you up very nicely." With a mischievous glint in his eye, he made his way down her body.

Author's Note:

Heyy guys!! I'm sorry for being hone for so long. And yet again I'm back with a horribly long chapter XD I just hope you people love this chapter! This was how I imagined their reunion after season 15 should've been like. Sorry this is kinda smutty, I mean, not exactly, but yeah. It wasn't my intention to but I just went with the flow.

This chapter was so fun to write, especially the OR scene. Jackson and Nico just made me laugh in that scene when the episode aired. I hope you like my portrayal of everyone here.

Next up we have some fun chapters with Meredith and Maggie being typical sisters to Amelia. Can't wait to begin writing them! Until then.

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ayellowcurtain · 4 years

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Pleas write some of Marti and Nico // Do you think you can do something of gio apologizing to Marti about being slightly homophobic and making it seem like he couldn’t come out to him and then gio saying he’ll do anything for his boy. // Are you planning on continuing the story where Marti and Nico meet in the hospital?

Part 1

There wasn’t too much time after that, but it was enough for now. Giovanni introduced them and Martino finally looked back at Nico, after so many weeks of Nico seeing him but not having his eyes open to do the same. They shook hands, Marti’s hand is still warm and soft somehow and Niccolò will probably never forget the feeling of his hand holding Nico’s for a brief moment.

His parents got inside the room and hug Nico too tightly, his dad rushed to grab his bag on the bed and his mom never left his side again, one arm intertwined with Nico’s as she tried to make him start moving, walk away from his hospital bedroom, from Martino.

Nico grabbed his phone inside his pocket, leaving his mom at the door to come to talk to Gio one last time. There’s no way he would have the courage to ask Martino for his number at the time so he did the second best thing: asked for Gio’s phone.

He was desperate, needed some way to find Martino outside the hospital, but first, he needed to gather the courage to even text Giovanni. It took him days to even look at the number on his phone. What would he say? Nico couldn’t find a good excuse to do so, and so he didn’t. He gave his number to Gio too in hopes he would be the one to send a message. It took weeks, over a month, but finally, Nico received a message.

It was Friday afternoon, he was lying on his grandma’s old couch, completely alone, trying to find something to watch on NetFlix when Gio’s name appeared on his phone.

Hey man!

How are you?

Hope you’re doing better. Anyway, today is Marti’s birthday and we’re throwing a surprise birthday party for him tonight and I would love for you to come. You guys didn’t even have time to properly talk that day at the hospital.

Nico jumped on the couch, smiling at his phone. He’s definitely going to the party, his heart starts racing just with the realization that he’s going to see Martino tonight. He’ll probably be busy greeting his friends and not with a stranger such as Nico, but at least they’ll be in the same space. If Nico is lucky enough he might even talk to him again.

As he stumbles to his bedroom, he texts Mada, canceling their plans of going out for dinner later. They’re still friends and she’s still hopeful that they’ll get back together eventually. She’ll not be happy about him canceling their date, but Nico is not worried about that right now.

It’s still pretty early in the afternoon, almost three, but Nico has no idea what to wear, where Gio’s place is and he definitely needs to fix his hair. So it’s best to start sooner rather than later.

His bedroom is a complete mess and Nico can’t find his favorite shirt, so he piles all the clothes on the floor, grabbing everything and rushing to the laundry, putting everything to wash and dry. It’ll be done in an hour or so, more than enough time for him to fix his hair.

He takes his shirt off on his way back to his bedroom, running around the house to find a good scissor. There’s no way he’s going to a hairdresser so his own hands will have to do the job today. The main problem is the front, his hair has clearly grown way too much and most of the time he’s having to put his hair to the side to be able to see.

It’s not too bad when he looks at himself in the mirror after cutting the first curls off. He just needs to fix the sides and the back a little so he drops the scissors on the bathroom counter and grabs his shaver inside the messy drawer. The noise makes him a little less confident, he can’t fuck this up, so he starts slowly, making sure he’s doing it as evenly as he can, always double-checking in the mirror in front of him.

He’s done with his hair just in time with the old washer stopping making loud noises and shaking the entire laundry room.

His favorite shirt was in the pile as he grabs everything, dropping the rest back inside the dryer to be dealt with once he’s back from the party.

There’s more than enough time for him to cook something for him to eat. He’ll probably drink tonight, but he can’t get drunk in front of Martino so he needs to have a good meal before the party.

The rest of the evening goes by excruciatingly slow. Nico makes his pasta and sits back on the couch, still shirtless, with hairs constantly itching his back and shoulders. He cleans up a little bit when he has a second of confidence that maybe he might not come back home alone. When it’s finally time to actually start getting ready, Nico is sweaty from running around his house all day long, cleaning and making sure everything is perfectly in place.

He takes a cold shower to try to calm his nerves, washing his hair and his entire body meticulously. When he’s getting out of the house, wearing his light blue button-up, black skinny jeans, and boots, he checks his phone again, fully charged and with Gio’s message still open. His place is not too far, but Nico doesn’t feel like sweating all the way there if he walks, so he decides to take the subway. It’s only two stations down and the subway it’s not too crowded, everyone else is probably going to the city, in the opposite way.

Gio grabs him by his shirt as soon as Nico knocks on the door like he was supposed to do.

“He’s almost here!” He explains as he drags Nico inside. When he first looks at the dark and big space, he doesn’t see anyone, but as Gio walks him back, he sees a bunch of people hiding against pillars and walls, everyone already holding drinks.

Nico stays where Gio puts him, right by his side.

When Marti gets there, opening the door, Gio pulls Nico with him, screaming Happy Birthday! to his best friend that steps back, looking so shocked, meeting Nico’s eyes after a minute and they look at each other for a little too long.

The party goes as smoothly as one can be, with lots of drinks, snacks and loud conversations happening over the pop song that’s playing, making the room feel smaller. Nico tries not to think about it, grabbing another beer for himself. It’s the first real party he’s been in a couple of months so it’s overwhelming, but he can’t leave. Martino is there and somehow - Nico is sure he’s not hallucinating things - their eyes keep finding each other through the crowd.

Nico thinks about asking Gio what Martino knows about him, but he doesn’t, afraid of what he might hear or how Gio will understand his question. There’s a girl constantly around Martino, he doesn’t really give her much attention, but Nico feels weird being there, maybe he’s being a creep being at his party when they barely know each other.

“Hey, I’m gonna go.” He puts his hand on Gio and he turns around, frowning very hard, looking around them.

“No, bro, it’s early. We haven’t even started yet! Have you talked to Marti?” Nico assumes he’s looking for his friend, looking over Nico’s shoulder, but with his hand on his side, keeping him in place. The last thing he wants is to talk to Martino. It’s clear that he’s bothered by Nico’s presence.

At first, he thought his looks were out of curiosity and when the first beers started to help him lose his nerves, maybe he even thought that Marti was interested in him, but now that Marti is almost drunk, Nico thinks he’s bothered by his presence.

Nico takes the first sip of his cold beer as he closes the door behind himself, regretting even coming here tonight. Nobody knew him there, of course, they would feel bothered by him.

A door opens and slams back behind him and Nico looks over his shoulder, only stopping when he sees Martino looking both sides, seeming to find what he was looking for when he looks at Nico, starting to walk towards him.

“I’m sorry about him, Gio can be too nosy sometimes, but he talks a lot about you...” Nico frowns, still digesting the fact that Martino came after him, not even bothering to say hi or explain why he’s here, following Nico.

“He does? Only the bad or the good too?” Nico looks at Marti and he can see how embarrassed he gets, looking away, drinking more of his beer as they start walking side by side.

“I think only the good. He’s trying to play the matchmaker these days.”

Nico’s heart skips a beat, looking at Marti, thanking that it’s mostly dark around them, the yellow street lights come and go as they continue to walk.

“Matchmaker?” Martino laughs and Nico bites the inside of his cheek not to smile because of him. It’s hard to find something not to like about Marti.

“Yeah, before my accident...hm, I came out to him. He took it well, but I guess he freaked out about the past, he started thinking about every single thing he thought he did wrong and he tried to fix things, everything,” Nico starts walking slower, paying attention to what Martino is suddenly willing to share with him, “There was a fight on the night of my accident. I didn’t get hurt mainly because he didn’t even let me get into the actual fight. Some guys started saying shit about me and...yeah, anyway, he got into a fight because of me and I couldn’t handle. So I left, without telling anyone, I just got my bike and was heading home, ready to hide from everyone for a couple of days. And I didn’t see the car and baam!”

Marti laughs nervously and Nico swallows hard, glad that both of them grabbed one last beer to carry home.

“Shit, I didn’t know. Sorry.”

“It’s ok. I’m good now. And I’ve talked to him, he can’t live the rest of his life, the rest of our friendship apologizing for shit he didn’t even do.” Martino shrugs and drinks again and Nico does the same, noticing how different Marti’s whole figure is when he’s drunk.

He’s much more relaxed and he won’t stop talking. Not that it’s bad, Nico could hear him talking for days, weeks, it’s just that he knows Martino doesn’t talk this much when he’s sober. Nico watched him the entire night, he barely opened his mouth while with the mysterious girl. Hopefully, he won’t regret walking Nico home so late at night in the state that he is.

“So what about you? What were you doing in that hospital?” Of course, Martino would ask that, he just opened his heart to Nico and now he obviously expects him to do the same. Nico just can’t explain everything that happens to him in a five minutes walk.

He takes a minute to decide, measure his words or how he can explain everything to a complete stranger without scaring Martino away.

“How much time do you have?” He tries to sound easygoing, drinking his beer to swallow his nerves.

Martino thinks for a while too, looking at Nico from the corner of his eyes, “Well, a few minutes, I guess,” Marti frowns and looks back at Nico, straight into his eyes this time.

“Can you stay?” Nico asks before he can stop himself and Martino doesn’t seem too scared of the question, he doesn’t flinch nor stops walking.

“Stay? For how long?” Marti says with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

“Forever. But tonight, maybe just a few hours. We can talk a little more and then I’ll explain why I was there.” Nico turns on his heels, stopping right in front of his building, looking at Marti, watching as he looks up to the small and old building behind Nico, seeming to think about his options.

“I don’t even know you.” He whispers and looks at Nico again, swinging his beer on his side, in between his index and middle finger.

“Gio only talked good things about me. And if you think I’m some sort of serial killer, you came with me, late at night, walking on empty streets. Why would I do something with you inside my own house if I had all this time we walked to do something?” Martino frowns and moves his head from one side to the other, sort of agreeing with him.

“And your parents?”

“Are not home, they had a fancy dinner to attend with some friends.” It’s a little lie. His parents are out with some friends and they live in the same building, but not in the same apartment, Nico just thinks Martino doesn’t need to know that now. Maybe Martino is a serial killer and telling him Nico doesn’t live alone might be safer.

“Ok, but you have one hour and then I’m going back to Gio’s.” Martino finishes his beer, putting it on the step of the door, grabbing his phone and texting someone, probably Gio.

“I don’t think it’s enough time, but I guess I can make it shorter.” Nico turns to open the door, holding the door for Martino.

He stops suddenly and quietly turns to face Nico again. “I don’t know why I’m trusting you so blindly like this.”

Nico wants to tell him all about how he feel in love with Martino the second he saw him for the first time, but he can’t. Marti deserves to know what he asked for first and then, if he wants to stay, Nico will be the happiest he’s ever been to tell him all about those weeks in the hospital.

“I won’t hurt you, ever.” Nico watches as Martino bites the inside of his cheek and nods his head, finally getting inside, starting to go upstairs already.

#skam italia #martino rametta #niccolò fares #nicotino #martino x niccolò #skamit

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azozzoni · 4 years

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Since the Nicotino smut™ has been missing for months both on Tumblr and ao3, could you please write something with a very sub Nico???? I hope your inbox is not exploding :/

In honor of the news, and yeah, I don’t even know how many requests are in my inbox (sorry guys! I don’t know if I will ever get to them all)--I think the last count was around maybe 30? i have no idea.

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“Ni?” Martino shut the door behind him, heavy wood scraping on the floor, and he tossed the key on the tiny front table as he wandered into the apartment. The curtains were drawn, still old and flowery since Nico hadn’t quite gotten around to changing them, and the afternoon sunlight waned outside the window as Martino headed for the bedroom in the back.

The door squeaked as he pushed it open, checking inside and smiling to himself as he found Nico lying on the bed, his forearm over his face.

“Hey,” he greeted Nico as he stepped inside, watching Nico shift, drawing his hand back with a sigh and blinking at the ceiling.

“Hey,” Nico replied, a little softer than normal, and Martino tried not to frown. He hadn’t seen Nico in a couple days, between school and his mom, and her insistence that he was too young to move in with his boyfriend.

“Everything okay?” he asked gently, crawling on the bed beside Nico, bunching up the pillow to rest his head there, tugging at a curl behind Nico’s ear.

To his relief, Nico smiled, eyes flicking to Martino’s as he nodded. “Just one of those days.”

Martino hummed in reply, letting his fingers fall to Nico’s neck instead, tracing down his throat to the zipper on his hoodie. Just because he didn’t technically live here with Nico, it didn’t mean he didn’t want to. He had a key, could come and go as he pleased, and he wanted to be here with Nico as much as he could. Especially on days like today.

“How was your day?” Nico asked after a second, shifting in closer to Martino, dragging a hand up his arm, reaching for the buttons on Martino’s jacket and pulling them apart one by one. Martino smiled down at Nico’s hands.

“Luca and Elia decided it would be a great idea commandeer the radio and talk about the best places to have sex at school,” he said with a reverent smile. “They locked the door and it took the principal twenty minutes to find a key.”

Nico got Martino’s jacket undone, and he nodded thoughtfully as Martino pulled it off and dropped it on the floor. “And what was the consensus?”

“The best place to have sex?” Martino asked, eyebrows at his hairline, and he smiled as Nico’s hands slid to his chest, soft and easy, like maybe it had been just one of those days. “I think they decided it was the third floor bathroom.”

“How romantic,” Nico murmured, smiling against Martino’s mouth as he leaned in for a kiss.

Martino had been waiting for this all day, the way Nico’s lips fit with his, the warmth of Nico’s body against his as he slid a leg over Nico’s and inched closer, until their chests were pressed together and he could feel every breath Nico took.

“I remember someone else who thought the bathroom was a perfect place for a clandestine meeting,” he said when Nico moved, pressing up against him.

It wasn’t often that Nico was like this, a silent request for Martino to take the lead, only on those days when he couldn’t quite grasp the control he needed. Then he handed it over to Martino.

Martino moved slowly, rolling Nico on to his back, settling on his hips, knees sinking into the mattress. He saw Nico take a breath, exhale slowly, the curve of his smile as he gazed up at Martino.

“I was being serious,” Nico said, eyes on Martino’s hands sliding down his hoodie’s zipper, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet apartment.

“I know you were.” Martino grinned as he got the zipper undone, pushed aside to reveal Nico’s old, worn tee shirt underneath. The collar was loose, revealing the sharpness of his collarbones, a sight that always made Martino pause, take a second to collect himself. He still didn’t understand how his boyfriend was so goddamn beautiful.

“Marti,” Nico said, tone softer now, not quite hesitant, asking a question he didn’t have to ask.

“You don’t have to think,” Martino promised, shifting his hips up until they were perfectly aligned with Nico’s, watching the way Nico’s eyes fluttered shut and he let out a breath, lips parted as if he would give in to Martino completely. Martino knew that he would, that he liked when Martino took the control away from him, made him stop thinking and just do things.

He didn’t take off Nico’s shirt, shoving it up his stomach instead, bunched at his chest as Martino leaned in, tracing Nico’s abs with his tongue, pressing careful kisses up Nico’s sternum. He felt the way Nico’s breathing sped up, the rise and fall of his chest, the way he reached for Martino with both hands.

Forcing Nico’s hands back, wrists pinned to the mattress, Martino didn’t stop his exploration of Nico’s stomach. A year ago, even the thought of this would have made Martino blush, of having a guy underneath him, halfway to undressed, getting harder by the minute, being so bold to suck a deep, red bruise onto his hip. It would have seemed impossible.

But that was then. This was now.

This was Nico sighing above him, not fighting Martino’s grip on his wrists, giving in to whatever Martino was willing to do to him.

“Please, Marti,” Nico whispered, back arching against Martino’s tongue dragging up his stomach, the trail of hair disappearing under his jeans. Moving up, Martino couldn’t resist releasing Nico’s wrists so he could trace Nico’s collarbone, pressing gentle kisses up his neck, feeling Nico’s hand sink into his hair as Nico tilted his head back.

Martino caught his breath as he kissed Nico and their hips pressed together, both hard, bodies hot, a slow roll that sent shivers down Martino’s spine. Not quite like the first time, which had been nothing but butterflies, heart-pounding nerves, fear that he was doing it all wrong.

Pushing Nico’s wrists back, pinning them to the bed, Martino dragged his mouth from Nico’s, despite his better judgment, but he’d made a promise and he was going to keep it.

“Stay there,” Martino murmured, releasing Nico’s wrists so he could get his jeans undone, tug them over his hips and dump them on the floor. He got his own off, got Nico’s hips pressed to the mattress as he pulled down his underwear, freeing his erection.

Nico kept his hands clasped behind his head even as Martino leaned in, dragging his tongue up Nico’s cock, taking his time drawing it out until he could feel the tension in the air, the heat on his skin, the flush on his cheeks as he took Nico in his mouth and sucked.

He knew how Nico liked it, soft and slow and building up until he felt like he was going to explode. Nico liked the way Martino moved his wrist with his mouth, a careful squeeze around his cock. Martino knew he liked not having to think about anything when he was like this, completely giving in.

Nico bit his lip as Martino moved, clasping his fingers together as he let out a breath above Martino. His stomach was flushed pink, adorably pink, and Martino slid his free hand up, thumb brushing over Nico’s hip, listening to Nico’s moan in response.

“Marti, Marti,” Nico murmured, trying to push his hips up, and Martino held him down, stopped Nico from choking him. He knew Nico was close, his dick hot and hard against Martino’s tongue.

“I’m going to make you feel good,” Martino assured him, whispered the words against his skin. Nico made a noise in response, half-choked, and Martino bit back his smile as he leaned in again.

It didn’t take much to make Nico feel good, not when he was this close. Martino ignored the heat in his own dick, the throb of blood as he sucked Nico off, slick and wet and a little sloppy as he felt Nico tense in his grip.

“Fuck, Marti, I’m gonna,” Nico said, swallowing around the words, eyes open as he stared down at Martino. Their eyes met as Nico came, a whimper and a panted breath.

Wiping his mouth, Martino moved up Nico’s body, relaxed and pliant now, sunk into the mattress like a jellyfish. He pressed a kiss to the corner of Nico’s lazy smile, not surprised when Nico moved to catch his mouth before he could pull back.

“I love you,” Nico said when the kiss broke, and Martino couldn’t help the warmth spreading through his chest. Even though Nico had said it before, even though he knew it, it always felt like the first time.

“I love you too.” Smoothing back Nico’s hair, Martino sighed, curling into his side instead. He felt Nico’s arm slide around his back, hand on his shoulder blade.

“You want me to…” Nico said after a minute, trailing off, though Martino knew perfectly well what he meant.

“Today’s all about you,” Martino replied, shaking his head. He was still hard, but he just wanted Nico to feel good today, to forget about whatever was bringing him down, even if it was absolutely nothing.

Nico’s mouth curved into a smile, so bright, just like the first time they’d met, and Martino’s eyebrows went up as Nico slipped his hand down between them, pushing under Martino’s boxers and wrapping around his cock.

“And I want to,” Nico whispered against Martino’s mouth, kissing him softly.

Licking his lips, Martino let out a breath as he nodded, leaning into Nico, a hand gripping the back of his neck as Nico jerked him off, hot and fast.

“Okay, but I owe you,” Martino managed to say before he lost the ability to make coherent thoughts.

“Okay,” Nico agreed, kissing Martino as he came, and Martino huffed out a laugh as heat coursed through his body.

“Would it be okay if I stayed over?” he asked after a minute as Nico slid his hand away and snuggled into him, letting Martino wrap himself around Nico, breathing in the scent of his hair.

“You’re never allowed to leave,” Nico muttered, voice gravelly and tired, and Martino smiled to himself as they lay there, tangled up on the bed. He certainly didn’t plan to.

#skam italia #skamit #skamit fic #nicotino #my fic

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marquis1305 · 6 years

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Lesson of the Day

I stole @hoehoehoelt‘s Warden Nico once more for a quick ficlet. <3 Nico x Kaili and their inability to do anything regarding feelings ever.

She despised the forest. The way everything was too quiet. The way every sound carried like thunder roaring during a storm.

Give her cobbled stone, or wood floors, and she was quieter than a mouse.

But here, snapping twigs, rustling leaves, and muffled curses as she once again managed to tangle her feet in the roots of a tree were all dead giveaways to her location.

And that was nothing compared to the racket she was making now.

"Maferath's blighted balls, how does he manage it!" She groans in frustration as yet another arrow is lost to the forest. Missing the target she had sliced into a tree trunk with her knives. Gritting her teeth in frustration, Kaili brings the shortbow up once more. Squinting as the low sun shines over the horizon. Trying to mimic Nico's stance.

She had no idea how he managed to be so accurate with these damnable weapons.

Tensing, she draws back the string until it is almost even with her pointed ears, and takes aim. Her muscles straining with the effort.

When she lets loose, she hisses as the string catches her wrist once more. Another cut on the delicate skin. But still, she keeps her gaze on the arrow, watching as it flies off past the target.

Lost.

"Maker's arse!" She groans. Throwing down the short bow, sorely tempted to stomp on it.

Unfortunately, it was the only one that she hadn't sold when they had run into the merchant on the road. The other's often completely left the haggling over supplies to Kaili, so it had been no great issue to keep the bow off the table.

Not to mention they all knew that she rarely sold the total of their excess gear, always keeping a few pieces just in case of emergency.

"Kaili," Nico calls out, his voice ringing through the forest.

In a moment of panic, Kaili kicks the short bow into the brush before he can catch sight of her. "Over here!"

"There you are," tone as devoid of emotion as it ever was, Nico looks over Kaili with a furrowed brow. "What are you doing out here by yourself?"

"I was out here checking my snares, see if I had managed to catch us dinner," Kaili shrugs with ease, smiling as she looks up at Nico.

"You didn't set any snares last night, nor did you leave the camp this morning to do so," his tone sharpens, even as Nico narrows his eyes at Kaili. "What are you really doing?"

"Keeping track of me again, Nico? Careful, or a girl might get ideas," her smile turns coy as she flutters her lashes at Nico.

Instantly flushing, Nico casts his gaze aside. "What? No- I mean- Fenedhis."

Nico stops himself, closes his eyes, and exhales. "Yes, I had noticed that you had been missing, but the occurrence did not raise concerns until you had missed dinner. Which is an event of note, considering you have not once missed dinner in the time that I have known you."

"Oh, I hadn't even noticed the time!" Kaili exclaims in mock surprise. "Well, as my snares have obviously failed. I wouldn't suppose that Alistair left anything of whatever you two managed to scrape up for a poor city girl to eat?"

"You know that he would never dare to take more than a single serving until all of us eat, Kaili." Nico rolls his eyes at her dramatics.

"Well, you never know. I have seen him quite nearly lick the pot whenever you make that rabbit stew."

"That is because we all nearly starved after you had burnt the breakfast porridge."

"What can I say? I learned how to earn coin, not keep house," Kaili teases. She takes a step towards Nico, "Shall we go back to camp?"

"Not until you tell me what you were actually doing out here. You despise the woods Kaili, and have often whined about just that. You would not be out here without good cause," smirking, Nico huffs a short laugh. "And I have never seen you stumble over a lie."

Kaili drops her smile, biting at the inside of her lip.

"You can tell me, while I pretend not to notice your foot slip closer to the brushline, or I can search it for myself?"

"Fine," she near growls the word, hooking her foot into the bow and dragging it out for Nico to see.

"A bow? Have you lost interest in your knife play?" Nico's ears twitch slightly, though his voice doesn't change. Kaili can see that he is fighting not to smirk again.

"I was trying to figure it out. Turns out the only thing I am worse at than cooking, is figuring out how to put an arrow in a target," Kaili pouts, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Then you must be terrible indeed, let me see your stance." Nico waves his hand towards the bow, indicating that Kaili should take it up.

Incredulous, Kaili leans down quickly to snatch it up. Then turns with a huff. Facing the target once more. Taking a deep breath before lifting the bow and drawing the string.

Nico has to bite back his laughter. Ears tinged red with the effort.

"It is no wonder you haven't hit anything. You stand like a child playing at being a hunter, and even Dalish children have stronger stances."

Kaili snarls while dropping her stance, head whipping about to turn her stony gaze at Nico. "Well I would like to see you throw a knife and hit a rat skittering along in the gutter. This is exactly why I didn't want anyone to find me!"

Nico lets his smirk widen, "Then perhaps you should have come up with a better tall tale then just telling Alistair that you would be checking game trails. For someone who so often brags about her silver tongue, you seem to have fallen short."

"Trust me, you have no idea exactly what my silver tongue can do," Kaili raises her eyebrow while looking Nico over, indicating exactly what she means.

Nico swallows hard before shaking his head, clearing his thoughts of the implications. Tattoos stark against the blush of his cheeks. "No, we are not going to get into this argument. I am going to show you how to shoot."

He crosses the distance between them, coming to stand directly behind Kaili. His hands on her hips.

"I thought we weren't playing that game?" Kaili askings, wiggling her hips in his grip, feeling him squeeze them by reflex.

"Stop that!" Nico hisses. "Now, widen your stance. Your feet are too close together. Shoulder width apart."

He pauses as she makes the adjustments.

"Good."

He presses at her hips until she has them squared, perpendicular to the target. Then steps closer. Hands lifting up to her shoulders.

"Relax your shoulders, don't tense up," he presses his hands against them gently, feeling as Kaili loosens the muscles. Hearing her shallow breath.

"Now, nock the arrow. Focus on putting the odd colored feather on the opposite side as your bow arm," Nico nods as he watches her, hands still on her shoulders. "Your first three fingers should hook around the string, with the arrow in between your index and middle. Don't pinch the string or you will never get enough tension. Then lift the bow into position."

He watches her hands move, focusing on her grip.

"Like this?" Kaili asks, gripping the bow tight.

"No, here let me show you, that will be easier." Pressing himself flush against her, ignoring the heat rising in his chest, Nico takes her left hand in his. Wrapping his fingers around the bow above her own. "Brace the bow against the nook between your thumb and forefinger, let the others rest away from it. Keep your arm straight, with your elbow turned out, unless you want the string cutting into your wrist again."

Kaili nods, matching the way his arm was held. Desperate to ignore the way it felt to be held so close to him, or the way his breath tickled at her cheek. The way it felt to have his lips move against her ear as he talked her through the stance.

Nico pulls his hands back from hers, placing them in the center of her shoulder blades, "Pull from here, feel your back move as you draw the string back. Just to the point where your hand touches your chin, that is how you keep your sight straight. Now, take a deep breath."

Kaili fills her lungs.

"Exhale."

She lets the air out slowly, feeling herseld steadying.

"Aim. Release."

As she lets loose the string, her gaze follows the arrow as it flies through the air. Biting her lip in anticipation.

Hearing the thud as it hits the very edge of her makeshift target.

"Not quite a bullseye, but not bad to start with. Anything better than that simple takes practice," there is an edge of pride in Nico's voice. One that Kaili knows for certain that she has not heard directed towards herself, ever.

She turns her face to look him in the eyes, which makes it quite evident once more exactly how close he is standing to her. Pressing her lips together, as her gaze flits, quite despite her inner protests, to Nico's lips, before settling back on his eyes.

"I- We- Alistair is expecting us back, perhaps you should withhold further practice until day breaks tomorrow," Nico quickly takes a step back, his hands dropping in fists at his sides. His voice strained. "And by now dinner is more than likely quite cold, you should eat before it gets any worse."

"Yeah, I should." Kaili picks up the quiver of arrows off the ground, moving further still from Nico.

The two walk back in silence, neither willing to be the first to speak.

#dragon age origins #dragon age original character #grey wardens #lesson of the day #archery #Kaili was a street rat #She learned knives and poisons and sneaky things #not bows #Kaili stop making Nico blush #Nico Mahariel #Kaili Tabris #long post

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yuki-d-raizel-blog · 6 years

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Number 1333

Chapter 7/??

Summit: What happens if a mysterious prisoner joins the chaotic Cell 13? He is perfect for the Nanba Prison, his name is synonym of terror and cruelty; each time he was sent to a new prison, he broke out in less than an hour. Will the Nanba Prison succeed to keep him jailed or not…?

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[Thanks for the waiting! The final event of the New Year's Tournament is about to begin!] Mitsuru's voice reaches even outside the arena, calling back the inmates, [Just like last year, it's a clash between Building 4 and Building 13! I'm looking forward to a heated battle again this year!]

Yamato decides to not wake Ayu up because he looked really tired, so he asks to Hajime to stay there a bit more. Not even Hitokoe's annoying voice could wake Number 33 up, he's sleeping deeply and little by little, his face starts to be more colorful and not that ghostly shade he had. Godai is a little curious about that inmate, he's known all around the globe, but he can't stand loud places and has a low stamina? That's shady, but the proofs are sit next to him, maybe he's sick? Wait, he has a very well-trained body, can he get sick so easily? It's because he felt the long travel from Norway to Japan?

Listening to the commentary, the last match is started, and everything seems going well. The time keeps his course, until Ayu suddenly wakes up scaring the life out of his guard.

<<W-what's wrong Number 33-kun?>> he asks catching his breath, that little guy really scared him.

<<Something bad is coming.>> Ayu looks at the arena and stands up, <<Let's go back.>> he runs but he almost fell on his butt because Yamato didn't move, "Eh? How strong is this guy?!" <<We need to go, now.>>

<<Hahahaha! Explain it to me first.>>

<<Listen, I don't want to use my strength to drag you along by force, so stand up and follow me.... p-please.>>

<>

During their way, Ayu unfortunately is pulled down by force many times because his guard walks in the wrong way, the chains of the handcuff aren't that long, so since Yamato is physically stronger, the poor Number 33 is losing his composure faster than he thought.

"I don't want to flip my switch on, that's gonna put me in a lot of troubles." thinks the inmate running, "And I don't want to lose the trust that my cellmates gave to me." they reach the bleachers, but that's not the right place, "Great, Yamato led us to the wrong wing." <<This way!>> Ayu begins to run again, <<Can't you go faster?>>

<<My apologies but this is my limit, Number 33-kun.>>

<<If you were an assassin, you would be dead on the first->> the arena shakes due to a strong impact, "What the f- Spontaneous human combustion?! Something really bad is coming!" <<Free me!>>

<<Now you're asking too much, Number 33-kun.>> says Yamato looking at the arena shocked, <>

<<There's no time! I don't want to put you in troubles because I run away, free me!>>

"I can clearly feel his feelings this time. Is he acting to be unchained?" the guard stares at the inmate, "In this chaos, I can't let him go." <<If I run faster, can we rejoin the others before the worst will happen?>>

<<If you reach my speed and let me fully lead you.>>

"It is bad for an officer to give so much trust to an inmate?" <<Go!>> as soon Yamato said that word, his body is dragged with so much power that it took him off guard, completely, "Is he so fast? Damn..." he struggles to follow his prisoner, he isn't surprised that no one could catch or chase him, but if he wants to avoid the worst, he must stick up with that, "I'll take it as a new training session."

In a bunch of minutes, they almost reach their destination, but the Number 33 doesn't look forward, his eyes are glued on the pile of ruins cut by something... and now a scary presence replaces the rocks.

"What.... What's going on?" he slows down when he rejoins with the others, but soon, a shocked expression takes over his face, "I've seen that form... Why Jyugo has his blade too? He knows my target?"

Jyugo walks out from the lay of dust and everyone stares at him scared. His shackles are gone, his arms turned into huge, sharp and black blades, his beautiful mismatched eyes turned into a vivid red, his neck and ankles are covered in a black material that looks really resistant....

<<Why do you want to find that man?>> asks Musashi amused that he forced his opponent to reveal himself, <<Is it to remove those shackles? Of course, it is. Once they see that form of yours, everyone will believe that you are monster.>>

"I won't forgive him..." Jyugo glares deadly at Musashi, he looks like a beast, "He bound me, took my freedom, and tampered with my body's structure.... I'm broken because of him!" <<It's all his fault!>> he raises his blade and slashes down strongly, tearing apart the ground and the arena in front of him.

[Emergency! All inmates must follow the guards' instructions and calmly evacuate!] even if Mitsuru said to stay calm, everyone runs in panic towards the exits, pushing each other, [Guess that's useless after they saw that attack.]

<<I'm alive...>> sighs relived Uno under Yamato's arm.

<<Are you all right?>> asks Godai, he saved everyone before the attack could hit them, Seitarou is safe too, and runs to help his coworkers in the evacuation, <<Be careful!>>

<<Hold on, where's Ayu?>> says Uno worried, <<Ayu! Ayu! A->>

<<There's no need to scream, I can hear you.>> he stares intensively at Jyugo and his rival, <<Yamato, give me a weapon, I'll stop them.>>

<<Are you crazy?! First of all, if you are behind us don't hide your presence, thank you very much!>> screams Uno scolding his friend, <<Second of all, the guards will take care of this->>

<<Shut up for a second, I'm thinking.>> his tone scared his cellmates, it's was a while since he didn't use that harsh and roaring voice, "Both of them are full of openings, I can take them down easily, the problems are the guards. If I want to stop Jyugo before he kills someone, the guards will stop me first, thinking that I'm going to kill them. What can I do?"

<<Apprehend those two!!>> the warder screams her orders and as Ayu predicted, all the guards are running towards Number 15 and Number 634, <<Their powers are beyond our comprehension! Capture them and reveal their identities!>>

The chaos is began, inside the ring there are the guards who tries to capture the inmates, while those two are fighting against each other and keep away the officers at the same time. Rock, Uno and Nico try to drag Ayu out, but the man doesn't move an inch from there; he keeps staring at the fight, as if he's planning to do something. Yamato encourages the inmates of the Cell 13 to evacuate because the fight is getting too heated, but they refuse to run away without helping Jyugo, and that feeling gets stronger after Yamato said that what both, Number 15 and Number 634 are doing, is going to be punished with a trial.

<<You should say that after you captured me, little dog!>> Musashi throws his fire ball creating a big wall of fire, <<I'm afraid I have no interest in weaklings->>

<<Then you don't have any problems with me, right?>> an oppressing voice sends a thrill of terror over the two inmates' back, that take distance from the origin of that voice, <<Don't make me use force, stop it right now.>>

<<Number 33, you bastard!!>> yells Hajime, <<Go back with the others!>> Number 634 sees shockingly that Gokuu and Kiji defended their coworkers successfully, <>

<<Jyugo, if you stop now I'll tell you everything I know about the man that you're looking for.>> Number 15's eyes twitch at those words, <<There's no need to dirty your hands with blood. I will kill him for you.>>

<<Tell me what you know about him... Say it!!!>> Jyugo begins to cut everything again, but he can't hit Ayu not even once.

<> Ayu walks near the officers to leave the message and kicks the ground towards Jyugo to reduce the damages on the building.

The warden observes carefully everything and admits that Ayu's skills are divine, he doesn't receive the blade or block it, he just follows Jyugo's pace and guides his blades without the inmate notices it. But it gets harder because his cellmate won't listen to him and the guards are trying to capture him too.

<<Say it!! What do you know about him!!>>

"He's in berserk, should I knock him down now?" suddenly, Yozakura's whip grabs his neck and pulls him back, Hajime shoots to force him to follow that way, while Gokuu and Kiji keep watching over Musashi, <<What the hell are you doing? I'm helping you.>>

<<You're the most dangerous one, Number 1333!>> says Kenshiro with his deep voice, <<We won't let you do as you want!>>

<<Don't you see that I don't have wills to harm.>> Sugoroku aims to his arm and shoots without regrets, <> Ayu doesn't seem to feel the bullet that just hit him, <<Where are you aiming, you idiot. Oi woman, say something to your stupid dogs!>>

While the supervisor of the Building 4 is holding Ayu in place, Hajime starts to shoot an entire magazine to Number 15, but he easily cut the bullets.

<<Let me go, Yozakura Kenshiro.>> roars Number 33, <<If you care for your life, free me from this toy.>>

<<There are bits of anesthetic needles embedded in my whip. Even the most savage beast will be calmed for a time. You won't go anywhere, Silent Death.>>

"I'm getting pissed... Should I kill him? These people aren't at my level anyway." Ayu falls on his knees and thinks, "No, if I kill a guard, a trail will convict me to death as well, I need to meet that man before I die... After I end his life, I'll quit being an assassin and start a new life."

<<Oi, oi... Hajime is mercilessly...>> comments Rock watching the development of the event, <<He shot even at Ayu.>>

<<They're dead serious...>> adds Uno sweating for the pressure, "Ayu joined the fight and we couldn't stop him, he completely erased his presence and moved without any sound... The guards are ready to kill if the inmates don't want to listen... Now, not only Jyugo, but even Ayu is in danger..." <<Jyugo!!>> instinctually, Uno runs towards the center of the fight, ready to help his friends.

<<You guys! What the hell are you->> Hajime is hushed by Number 11's shout.

<<Rock! Go behind him on his left side and grab his right arm first!>> Number 69 obeys but his friends went completely crazy, so Nico hits him behind the neck to knock him down but it doesn't work, <<Jyugo... I know all your habits, since we have been together for a long time.>>

Ayu tries again to free himself without using too much power, but it's useless, <<Oi woman.>> that change of voice attires Momoko's attention right away, <<If you care for your subordinates' lives, order them to let me go. If not, this prison will become a pool of blood in a few minutes.>>

<<Rock! Nico!>> Number 11's scream moves Ayu's attention to him, Jyugo took Uno as his new target.

"Now I remember what this feeling is. Being powerless in front of a tragedy, someone is hurting the people that care for me as much as I do. That was the sensation of before... Fine, I'll do it. It's been a while since I flipped my switch on, but I must save Uno and the others..."

---Continue...

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

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rippedjeansandloudmusic · 7 years

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capitolo cinque

ayeeeeee Chapter Four you want to read this is a better format you should go to my Ao3, where i actually proofread because copy/pasting on tumblr sucks.

Will wasn’t sure if shaking was a good sign.

As Lou and he ran down the packed sidewalks and crossed packed streets the paper seemed to grow heavy in his pocket, just begging for Will to stop whatever he was doing and read it.

But, he didn’t.

He couldn’t give Lou Ellen the satisfaction.

So, they made their way home. Evading the homeless, street-corner-bands, and as many humans, as possible they turned down the roads. Eventually, they made it to the subway, squeezed onto a trapped car and made their way. Will had to stand beside Lou, holding onto the metal handles above their heads for both him and her. Lou was too short to reach the bar and had to resort to holding the sleeves of his flannel. They got looks from tons of different people, most of which were probably thinking they were soulmates, and Lou just rolled her eyes. Will had to apologize when, at one point, Lou flipped off one of the people who was staring. Will didn’t care for the attention, honestly, but Lou seemed dead set on not allowing people to think they were in a relationship.

When they got off the car Lou grabbed his wrist, dragging him across the cemented floor and out, once again, onto the crowded street.

When they got back to the small apartment it was a little past midnight. The place wasn’t very big, barely having two bedrooms, and almost everything was pushed into the wall. Will wasn’t sure how Hecate could live in this small apartment, even on her own. It was too crowded for Will’s liking, and he was glad to be out and about most of the time. The floors were polished wood, though underneath a small couch it was a gray carpet. The chairs for the dining room and the table itself were all folded up, pressed against the wall to let some more room into the small place. There were only five windows throughout the apartment; two in the living/dining room, one in the bathroom and one in each bedroom.

Lou didn’t even stop to grab something from the fridge, unlike most days back in Kansas where she would raid the fridge every single time they walked into a house and pulled Will back into their shared room.

Hecate didn’t find it mandatory to find a second bed, since they were childhood friends and weren’t soulmates, so they just crashed in the same twin sized bed. It had a large white comforter on top and a carpet in front of it. The room in itself was pretty small as well, only having one dresser that they had to share (aka: Lou took the dresser and Will just didn’t unpack) and a small hamper for their dirty clothing.

Lou sat on the side of the bed, pulling Will down, and hit him upside the head.

Will winced, rubbing the back of his head while glaring at Lou.

“What the hell, Lou?”

“I suggest you, Will Solace,” she poked him in the side, “read that damned letter and read it fast.”

Will raised a brow at her, though caved in, reaching into his back pocket and grabbing the letter. Though he hesitated before unfolding it.

“Why are you so adamant on me opening this, anyway?”

Lou just rolled her eyes, getting up and hitting him on the shoulder for a moment before going to exit the room. Will watched as she opened the door, almost out of the room, but she stopped before shutting it.

“Why don’t you read it and find out?”

Then she shut the door, leaving Will in almost complete darkness except for a small light fixture on the other side of the room.

Will read the logo on the front side of the napkin - Hecate’s Brewery and Coffee - before unfolding it, careful to not rip it, and the first thing he noticed was the way it was written.

The words were carefully spaced, as though the writer was scared that Will wouldn’t be able to read their handwriting. Though every letter curved into one another, making it look more like cursive than simple printed writing. The way the words were written made it seem like his hand was too slow for his brain, having to write quickly in order to get his thoughts onto paper. Though maybe this time they wrote slower because it seemed purposely thought out more, slowing it down. He could still see the places where their pen was to close to the paper while moving to another letter, leaving faint marks of ink in between the words.

Will grabbed the lamp from the dresser and dragged it into the middle of the floor where he could sit and read the note, not wanting to harm the cord since it was too short.

Uhm, hey, I guess.

Now I don’t know how you got this letter, or if you even got it at all. Either way, it’s giving me a freaking heart attack, knowing that you’ll probably be reading this.

My name is Nico di Angelo. I’m 18, not from America, and just happen to be your soulmate.

God, this sounds like a shitty movie cliche.

But I am. As weird as it sounds.

And I know what you’re probably thinking, ‘Oh my gosh, this guy is the biggest chicken I’ve ever met.’ And, yeah, you would be right. I’m scared shitless. Most people could approach their soulmate no problem. Maybe throw out a witty one-liner and get the guy/girl. But, I’m not your average Joe. In fact, I’m about far from it.

And I don’t know if you’re against soulmates. Some people are, I hear, and I would literally fucking die if I approached you and you called me out or something.

And you are probably also thinking about how I could be lying. That’s understandable since I would be thinking the same thing. Well, I do have some proof, though I could tell you without showing you as well.

I guess I could give a small description of one of my marks, perhaps?

One of them is of a baseball mitt with a name seemingly embroidered on the palm. Naomi.

Also, you happen to have my sister’s face on your arm. The girl, the absolutely magnificent stained glass tattoo? Yeah, she’s my sister. Hard to believe, I know better than you, but true. She recently turned sixteen, actually, and is going to a Catholic school ways downtown.

And I know that you’re putting blind trust in a man you don’t even know. Hell, I don’t even know your name! But, I am hoping that you’re willing to give me a chance. And, if you don’t, at least let me know that you did.

Those other tattoos… I’d love to share the story.

Though only if you let me.

515-808-2362

-di Angelo

Now you understand why the famous Will Solace was shaking.

While reading the letter, though, he noticed how there were small rips every so often. At the very end, where Nico signed his last name, the ‘l’ almost ripped the entire bottom half of the page off. Will could see where he had to tape the page back together.

This is a shitty cliche, Will thought to himself. But you added your own flare.

It was amazing to think that he had actually met his soulmate that day. Sure, he had an odd vibe about the knockoff-hipster the entire night, though he thought that was normal.

Obviously, it wasn’t.

Remember earlier, where Will said he didn’t feel the need to want to know everything about Nico di Angelo? Yeah, he now had that gut feeling.

He didn’t want to call him, though. Who knows where he could be? Possibly even asleep.

Would you sleep, Will thought, If you just made such a big step towards your soulmate? Probably not.

So Will picked up his phone and dialed the number on the paper.

Nico was shaking.

He knew exactly why he was shaking, though. He was crawling with nerves. His arm had goosebumps and his teeth were chattering, though that could’ve easily been from the cold of the night. It was almost never this cold. While walking down the streets of New York City you would almost always get heat from the many bodies you would pass by. One time he was knocked back and forth by the same two people all down Broadway with Hazel after seeing a show. Most of the time he would sweat from the constant brushing up against people.

Now he probably could’ve been in an oven and still been colder than a popsicle.

Hazel was blowing up his phone with How could you! -s and What happened to sticking to the plan?! -s almost all the way home. He didn’t reply, though, until he was back in his bed, staring up at the ceiling of Bianca and Maria.

“What the fuck, di Angelo?” Hazel’s voice shot at him. “What happened to keeping them apart until they were about to die?”

Nico thought for a moment before replying.

“Plans changed,” he replied, as bland as ever, his voice shockingly monotone considering the circumstances.

“Of course, Nico, that’s blatantly obvious.”

Nico didn’t respond. He could hear Hazel’s heavy breathing through the speaker of his phone. Speaking of his phone it was thrown across his bed, at the foot to be exact, while on speaker.

Hazel seemed to realize his ill response and said something more.

“Neeks, what’s wrong?”

Nico winced, thinking about the nickname.

“You know,” he responded, sure his voice sounded muffled because of his phone being face down. “Bianca called me that for a while.”

Nico could hear Hazel stop walking.

“Huh? Nico, I know that. You’ve already told me.”

“I did?” he wondered aloud, not remembering the occasion.

“Yeah,” she responded, resuming her walking. “Nico, what’s wrong?”

Nico huffed, sending a piece of hair that was in front of his face flying.

“I met my soulmate.”

Hazel stopped walking (again).

“What!” She said so loud it was more of a scream. Nico could hear her yelling in glee from the other side of the line. He felt a smile break through his features, and found himself biting back a laugh to avoid waking Sally.

“That’s great, Neeks! So why are you upset?”

Nico’s smile dissipated. He didn’t respond, which of course sent Hazel’s mind spinning out of control. “Wait,” she said after a moment of deliberation. “Did you not talk to him?”

He didn’t respond.

“NICO DI ANGELO! What the hell!”

“I’m sorry!” he said, scrambling to grab his phone. He eventually took it off the speaker to keep Hazel’s voice from getting too loud.

“I just - I - I panicked!”

“Well, Nico, I’m panicking too!”

“Now can you imagine my pain?”

Hazel hesitated.

“Slightly.”

“Okay then.”

They were silent for a few seconds.

“I’m coming over.”

Nico blinked a few times, taking his phone from his ear to glance at the time for a second. “Hazel, it’s past midnight. I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Though he knew he didn’t have a say in the matter.

“Too late. Buzz me in.”

“What the fuck? How did you get here so quickly?” He jumped down from his upper bunk, grabbing his black hoodie from the floor and throwing it on.

“I was going to come over anyway,” Nico could hear her feet hitting against the steps outside through the phone. “You just gave me a valid reason to.”

“Won’t the school want you back?”

“The school can suck it. My brother was an idiot and now needs my emotional support during this hard time. Buzz me in.”

Nico got up, whispering obscenities at Hazel as he walked over to their front door and buzzed Hazel in. She was up in a new record time and flung the door open, almost killing Nico when she ran in.

“Nico di Angelo!” She yelled, and Nico yelped. Flying forward and slamming a hand over her mouth.

“Shhh!” He muttered, sparing a glance to Sally’s room. A few seconds later when the door didn’t open he sighed, removing his hand from her mouth.

“Ew,” he muttered, wiping the palm of his hands on his boxers. “Why the hell did you lick me?”

“Don’t put your hand over my mouth, Neeks, and I won’t lick you.”

Hazel shoved past him, marching towards his bedroom. He followed quickly, shutting the door behind him. Hazel threw her bag onto the bottom bunk, taking off her shoes and her jean jacket.

“Where’s Percy?” She asked, throwing her jacket at Nico. Nico rolled his eyes, tossing the jacket onto the back of his office chair and collapsing next to her on the bed.

“Probably out with Annabeth. He said he’d probably be back at around two, so don’t be scared when four people stumble in here drunk off their ass.”

“Four?”

“Piper.”

“Oh… you’re right. Though, aren’t they all underage?”

Nico shook his head, waving a hand towards the light at the front of the room, motioning for Hazel to turn it off. She rolled her eyes but obliged, flickering the light off before collapsing next to him again.

“Percy and Jason turned twenty one a few months ago. Annabeth, she’s underage, so she won’t drink. But we both know Piper could talk anyone into getting her a drink.”

“It’s sad how true that is.”

Nico nodded, leaving the room in silence for a moment. Eventually Hazel got up, discarding her jeans and pulling on a pair of Nico’s old sweatpants he had grown out of a few years prior. Why he had those he wasn’t sure. She also stole a hair tie from his floor (he needed to clean the room) and pulled her hair back.

“Okay, let’s get to business.”

She sat beside him, heaving him to his ass and pushing him back to the wall of the room.

“Soulmate. Details. Spill.”

Nico groaned, though didn’t object, and began talking.

He wasn’t sure how long he was talking for, probably about ten minutes, though when she wanted details she wanted details. Some of her, might he say bizarre, questions were, quote:

Hair color: “A bright blonde. It was really shaggy like he hadn’t cut it in months which I didn’t really understand but it didn’t matter because holy shit he was hot.”

Eye color: “The brightest blue you’ve ever seen. Hazel, it was ridiculous. Like, fucking, uh, like the fucking Pacific Ocean blue. Oh my god, he was hot.”

Clothing: “A flannel with a freaking amazing graphic t-shirt under it that had the word Sarcasm on it.”

Height: “How the fuck am I supposed to know that?”

Where he was from: “Somewhere south. He had a slight southern accent.”

Best friend: “I don’t fucking know. Uh, maybe the girl he was working with? Lou, I think.”

And a bunch of different ones he didn’t remember.

When they were finished Hazel whistled, remarking how impressive it was that he got all that information via stalking someone and a two minute conversation. Normally, Nico would’ve retorted, saying how he knew she was staring at one at some guy for a solid ten minutes while they were at McDonald’s, though instead he just nodded solemnly.

“Holy shit,” Hazel whispered, poking his face as though he’d turned into an alien. Nico batted her hand away, though Hazel still smiled. “You look dead inside.”

“I am dead inside, Hazel.”

“And angsty, too.”

“Please, just shut up.”

Hazel snorted, grabbing her phone from his nightstand and getting the time.

“It’s almost three. They should be here sometime soon.”

“Wait, I blabbered on about a stranger for three hours and you didn't stop me?”

Hazel shrugged, not even bothering to hide the smile growing on her face. “You looked star struck. It was cute.”

Nico scowled, burying his face in the pillow he was resting against and groaning. Hazel just laughed.

“So, how are we going to find our Mystery Man, huh?”

Nico flopped over, now biting his lip at the boards above him.

“Hopefully he calls…”

Hazel froze.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ‘HOPEFULLY HE CALLS’?”

Nico shot upward, covering her mouth again, though she just pushed him off and dove for his phone.

“You gave him your number?” She asked, though it was more of a scream, and jumped up from her spot on the bed. Nico followed her, jumping to get his phone, which he eventually got back, though Hazel still almost killed him in the process. Before much more damage could be done, though, the front door to the apartment opened and one drunk teen and three adults came streaming in.

Hazel looked at Nico with a fire beneath her eyes. “This conversation isn’t over.” Were her last words before she opened the bedroom door and disappeared into the next room.

“Let’s hope this night ends better than I anticipated…” Nico murmured, following his sister into the next room.

Will was shaking.

It’s been an eternity since Will had last laid eyes on the letter, (three hours to be exact but who's keeping track?) and he was still panicking. His mind was racing with what he should say versus what he was probably going to say. How he could approach the situation and how he would inevitably. How he wanted it to end and how it probably would.

God, I’m fucked.

Lou was still out the room, probably passed out on the couch at this point, though Will couldn’t find himself to care. He was kind of glad she never came back in - thank her girly intuition about guys - so he could have time to plan. Honest to god he almost got out a cork board and started fucking planning out his response.

God, I’m a nerd.

Eventually he got to the roof

He wasn’t sure how he got there exactly. Probably via the fire escape, though he floated up with wings that magically appeared on his shoes.

The sky was beautiful. He couldn’t see the blue or the white clouds, but he could see the stars. He couldn’t point out many constellations since he was never the type for astronomy, but now he wishes he had. It was almost completely clear, giving him the view of different shapes in the atmosphere.

He knew the basic ones. Orion’s Belt, the Big Dipper, and maybe another, but nothing major. He didn’t know Aries or Cassiopeia or the Northern Star. Only of the ones his mother would point out to him. The only ones she knew.

His bare feet hit against the cold of the apartment roof, his head cast upward and mouth open in awe.

“This is beautiful…” Will thought to himself. How had he not done this before? Just escaped outside his room back in Kansas and watched the sky?

Well, he probably has. It’s just, up here in New York, the sky is almost perpetually polluted. You almost never got a clear sky.

Which made this all that much better.

He knew the sun was going to come up any time now, so he wasn’t going to have long here. Who knew how long it would be until he got to see this sight again? Days? Weeks? Months? Years? He didn’t know. So he knew he had to make the most of it.

He unlocked his phone, typing the number he memorized into the keypad and held it to his ear.

God, I’m so going to regret this in the morning…

The phone was ringing in his ear, almost sounding deafening despite the sound of busing cars below.

He stayed like that for a moment, only just then the reality of what he was doing settling in.

I’m calling my soulmate. At three in the morning. On the roof of a random apartment building.

He suddenly wanted to hang up.

But…

The inevitability of what the night could bring…

How this was his second day, only his second day in New York and he’d already met his soulmate?

Well, it’s technically the third day since he got there, but same thing.

As Will was having his internal monolog the person on the other end picked up, yelling at other people surrounding them and eventually leaving the apartment to get some clearing.

“Hello?” Nico’s voice came through, a bit annoyed, though Will decided to ignore that.

“Uh, hey,” He replied, and he could barely hear the person on the other end’s breathing stop.

“Uh, uhm, holy shit, uh, hi?”

Will laughed, almost doubling over for a second, but instead deciding to lay down.

On the ground.

Of the roof of his apartment.

At three in the morning.

Was he going crazy?

Will took a minute before responding, chewing the inside of his cheek.

“I honestly have no idea what I’m doing,” He said honestly, laughing breathlessly. “Calling you at three in the morning.”

Nico laughed as well, something thumping on his end.

“I would say the same, though I’m babysitting some drunks. What’s your excuse?”

Will sighed, though couldn’t help the bubble of laughter that formed in his chest. They were having a normal conversation. This wasn’t going as bad as he thought it would be.

“Don’t have one.”

“That’s nice,”

“Not really, when you think about it.”

It took a minute for anyone to continue the conversation.

“So, uh, why did you call me?”

Will shrugged, though soon realized Nico couldn’t see him through the phone.

“I don’t have a reason. I know it’s stupid, calling at three in the morning, but… guess I decided there’s no better time than now. Oh,” Will sat up. “My name’s Will, by the way. Will Solace.”

He could hear the wisp of breath coming from the other end.

“Nico. Nico di Angelo.”

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Take Care Of Him

Alternate Title: Someone Please Give Jarrad A Really Long Hug He Needs One Honestly He’s Just Trying His Best

Matias belongs to Krum

All other characters belong to me

The first time she hears about him, it’s a throwaway jab from Nico.

“Like you weren’t all over that brunette at the bar last night.” He’s grinning even though Jarrad’s just tossed him across the training room floor.

“What can I say?” Jarrad grins back, unrepentant. “I like them nerdy.”

“Ugh,” Alix groans from her spot against the wall, hands deftly swiping down the length of her sword as she polishes it.

Nico jackknifes to his feet and gives him a look. “Wooden glasses, really?”

“You my friend,” Jarrad points at him with a sly smirk, “have shit taste.”

“That explains how I got stuck with you,” Nico quips, and Jarrad’s indignant reply is interrupted by Nico tackling him to the ground.

“Stop letting your guard down!” Alix calls.

“You tell him Alix!” Nico laughs, at the same time Jarrad calls, “Oh fuck off will you?”

Alix looks over at her and winks, causing them both to grin. The brunette comment is filled away.

Two months later and Jarrad’s dragging them out to the bar, rowdy and affectionate to the max. It’s Alix’s birthday and, as usual, none of their parents are around to celebrate. Averell tries not to flinch when Jarrad shoves himself between the two of them, arm slung around their shoulders as he gleefully declares it’s going to be “the best bloody birthday ever.”

Best for who is not clear, but it rarely is with him.

The bar is packed, as usual, and Nico leads the charge to get them to the bar, where Jarrad laughingly catches the bartender’s attention so he can order their drinks.

“Special for the birthday girl?” he grins, winking at Alix. “My best mate’s sister, and you know I’m such a good customer.”

“Try not to get into a fight this time and we’ll see,” the bartender replies wryly. “And happy birthday,” he tells Alix. She nods in thanks.

Averell and Alix take seats on the stools while Jarrad and Nico just lean against the bar. When Averell feels eyes on her she turns, glances across the room to the corner booth where a brunette with wooden glasses watches them with a guarded expression.

She nudges Jarrad. “Wooden glasses?” she questions, nodding towards the booth. The bartender sets their drinks down while Jarrad tries to figure out where she means.

“Your boytoy is in the corner,” Nico adds helpfully. “The writer, what was his name?”

“I don’t remember,” Jarrad replies, and Averell elbows him in the ribs. “Ow, hey, what was that for?”

“For not having the decency to remember the cute guy’s name,” she tells him.

“Shut up you useless lesbian.”

“She’s kicked your ass in spars every day this week man.” Nico shakes his head. “Never pick on someone who can beat you up.”

“I know your greatest weakness,” she warns him good-naturedly. “And I’m willing to use it against you.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Prove it.”

“Your di-“

Alix drains the rest of her Long Island Iced Tea in one shot and slams the glass down on the bar just hard enough to cover the rest of Averell’s indignant retort.

“Can we get a round of shots over here please?” she asks a bit desperately. “Before the children get into a slap fight in public?”

“Your girlfriend is abusing me!” Jarrad complains while Nico pats his sister on the shoulder sympathetically.

“Your existence is an abuse,” Averell mutters. The brunette in the corner gets up and walks out. Averell doesn’t watch him leave, but Jarrad certainly does.

When the alarm sounds and the front door is broken down by a demon, Jarrad is nowhere to be found. They kill it, eventually, but Nico ends up in the infirmary and the Arabella is storming through the halls screaming furiously at everyone she sees about the fact that no one knows where Jarrad is.

When he does arrive, breathless and panting, having charged his way through half the city to get to them, Nico smiles up at him weakly from his gurney and says weakly, “My kill count is higher than yours now.”

Jarrad forces a laugh for his sake as he sinks down onto the floor. “Yeah, seems like it.”

The door flies open so hard she’s sure it dented the wall. Their mother storms in like a hurricane, Luciano Rovigatti following behind her with a look of mild annoyance on his face.

Arabella screams at him for at least ten minutes about being irresponsible and abandoning his duty, all while Jarrad remains stone faced, eyes somewhere near his feet. Nico looks indignant, but his father shoots him a lay there and be quiet look and Alix places a hand on his arm to ground him. Jarrad’s standing between Nico and his mother’s rage like a shield, as though she might hurt him given the chance. Averell doesn’t even try to intervene: it’s been three months since the last time Arabella even looked at her, let alone spoke to her.

Luciano interrupts eventually with a sharp cough and a pointed glare, causing Arabella to abruptly end her tirade.

“Where were you, exactly?” he asks, completely calm. “There were no missions posted at the time.”

“I was following up with a Sighted human,” Jarrad tells him, and Averell can see him visibly trying to keep his composure. “He’s a writer, uses what he sees about the Supernatural world in his books. I’m acting as somewhat of an informant, trying to keep him from putting anything too close to the truth out there.”

Arabella swells up like she wants to start ranting again, but Luciano holds up a hand to cut her off. “Have you told him what you are?”

“No sir, as far as he knows I’m just like him.”

“Make sure it stays that way.” Luciano nods once, as though they’d come to a decision. “For now, stay here with Nico.” He turns then, to Arabella, and chases her from the room with just his gaze.

When the door shuts, Nico reaches up, grabs Jarrad’s arm, and tugs gently. “Come on man, bed’s awfully lonely all by myself.”

“You’re horrible,” Jarrad tells him, but there’s no heat in his voice. Averell steps into him, wraps her arms around his waist and holds him. His free arm wraps around her shoulders and he presses a kiss against her hair. “You two should go and get some rest.”

Alix stands first, prying Averell off of her brother. “The two of you behave while we’re gone.” Her words are meant as a joke, but she doesn’t quite manage to hide the concern in her voice.

“I’m always a perfect gentleman,” Jarrad tells her, lowering himself down onto the edge of Nico’s bed.

“You’re a bloody fucking liar is what you are,” Nico mutters.

It starts to become frequent, Jarrad vanishing at odd times of the day, staying out all night even when he doesn’t have a mission. He won’t say anything to her about it, not even about the sudden increase in their phone bill for excessive texting.

Reese smiles blithely at their mother’s fussing. I have people I want to talk to, get off my back for a minute would you?

Averell responds vaguely to their father’s concern. You know Jarrad, he’s always pushing himself. We’ve got his back there’s no need to worry.

Alix redirects the attention of the Conclave from report logs with a well-timed request for more equipment. With the increased level in supernatural activity, surely there’s room for, say, a few dozen more relics.

Nico covers with their parents, the rest of the Academy. Jarrad is singularly devoted to his duty as a Nightwalker, of course he’s doing what’s best for the Academy. We need to keep trust in our own.

Jarrad doesn’t thank them, not directly. But Reese gets a new gaming system, Alix gets a whole slew of clothes for her dolls, Averell wakes up to a set of concert tickets on her table, and when she goes down to the kitchen that morning, Jarrand and Nico are already there, laughing it up at the counter. It takes her a moment to realize they’re wearing pajamas with each other’s faces on them and she decides, wryly, that they are the only two who would find that kind of thing amusing, sober or otherwise.

Nico wears his for a week straight until Ines finally breaks down and demands he change before the ambassador from the Conclave arrives for inspection. He complains the entire time.

She isn’t sure she’s ever going to find out his name.

Jarrad refers to him simply as “the writer” when it’s brought up. He doesn’t really talk to her about it, but that’s who he is. Never one to talk about his problems unless he’s forced into it.

Averell’s had enough of being forced into things for one lifetime, so she doesn’t push.

Alix tells her to talk to Nico. They’re lying in bed, her head on Alix’s shoulder while some inane romantic movie Reese recommended plays in the background. Alix knows it’s bothering her, but if there’s one thing she’s learned over the years, it’s that Caswell’s thrive off of bottling up their feelings and pretending they aren’t real.

Two weeks later, Jarrad is gone three nights in a row, and she finally gives up.

Nico is in the kitchen despite the early hour, looking for the world like he’s going to fall asleep on his omelet. There’s a slew of reports spread out around his plate but he isn’t paying them any mind. She takes a seat next to him and he pushes his plate of pancakes towards her.

“Is he happy?” she asks, because it’s a rare moment when Jarrad isn’t around to hear them. Nico doesn’t look up from his plate. He doesn’t need to.

“Yes,” he replies, with such certainty that it makes her heart ache to hear it. “Very happy.”

“Have you met?” Him, she almost adds, but bites her tongue. There are others in the kitchen and she knows all too well the consequences of secrets getting to the wrong people.

“A few times.” Nico either didn’t catch her near slip or didn’t feel the need to acknowledge it. He reaches out and takes her hand without ever taking his eyes off his food. “They’re good together. It’s what he needs right now.”

“You’ll watch out for him, won’t you?” she asks, voice thick. Nico smiles wryly at his plate, withdraws his hand.

“You know he doesn’t like to be babysat.”

“But you will.”

“Of course I will.”

His message said Meet me on the roof at eight. It’s five after eight and she regrets not bringing a jacket. Jarrad is still nowhere to be found.

She’s debating giving up and going back inside when the door finally opens and her brother steps outside. There’s a bruise darkening his cheek that tells her his meeting with their parents didn’t go very well. She frowns, but if a bruise is all he’s got to show for it then he fared better than she usually did.

“You cold?” he asks, and immediately shucks his jacket of to lay it across her shoulders. She draws it around herself, grateful, but watches him closely.

“Jarrad,” she starts slowly, because she knows getting him to open up is hard. “you know you can tell me anything, right?”

“I know,” he says quietly, automatically. She sighs, and he finally sits down next to her. “You worry about me too much.”

“Someone has to,” she grumbles. “You spend so much time hiding yourself away, Jare, you forget you don’t have to hide from us.”

“It’s second nature, now.” His voice is soft and makes her heart ache. He lays his head on her shoulder. “It’s so much safer to hide.”

I know, she wants to say, but she knows if she does she’ll start to cry. She knows all too well what happens when their parents find out their secrets. The Caswell matriarch is not known for her accepting nature. But this isn’t supposed to be about her pain, it’s about his.

“Will… will you tell me about him?” she asks once she’s sure her voice won’t crack. She makes it his choice, it has to be his choice or he’ll pull away again.

The minutes stretch on between them in silence before he speaks.

“Matias,” Jarrad says finally. “The brunette from the bar. Wooden glasses. He’s a writer, has a hard time coping with what he sees through the glamour. Writes his books under a pseudonym for safety, it’s-“ He stops there, suddenly, and chuckles quietly after a moment. “You know I don’t actually know what name he publishes under.”

“He’s human,” she replies, but it comes out more like a question. She can feel his body go rigid next to her.

“That a problem?” His tone is mild but the tension is his body is far from it. She tries to school her expression into something more reasonable.

“Walkers don’t usually go with humans,” she tells him gently.

“Yeah, well, depending on who you ask, Walkers aren’t usually gay either so I’m sure it’ll all even out somewhere.” He huffs moodily. “I didn’t expect you to get it.”

“No, I don’t get it,” she tells him sharply, more that she meant to. “But it doesn’t matter whether I get it or not because you’re my brother and I’m going to support you regardless.”

He looks at her in shock, bitterness set in his brows and hope in his eyes.

“As long as you’re happy and not hurting anyone I don’t care who you fuck.” She pauses. “Or who fucks you, as it were.” Jarrad scoffs, but it sounds far less defensive than she expected. “Listen, you’re my big brother. Nothing is going to change that. If this Matias makes you happy then I’m happy for you.” She reaches over and turns his face towards her. “Listen, you supported me through all my bullshit, so I’m going to support you now too. If this is what you want then I’ll do anything to help you, even if it means punching Arabella in the face.”

Jarrad chuckles weakly. “Don’t punch her in the face please, she still gave birth to us.”

“I’ll do it,” Averell promises, but there’s laughter coloring her voice. “You know I will.”

“Yes, I do.” Jarrad pulls her close, tight in a hug. “I should have told you sooner.”

“Yes,” she agrees. “But Reese called dibs on ragging on you for being denser than a brick so I don’t want to steal her thunder.”

“You are all evil,” Jarrad complains, but he smiles when she stretches up to press a kiss onto his cheek. “Sisters are the worst.”

“Try having a brother.”

When Arabella decides to send agents to tail Jarrad and make sure he’s not doing anything ‘suspicious’ Averell finally snaps.

She and Alix put in a request to get a master suite together, something that is typically reserved for married couples. Arabella makes a special trip out to scream at Averell for ruining their family name before promptly vanishing again. It’s three months before she contacts any of them again, and six before she finally returns to the Academy for the earthborne trial. She doesn’t even acknowledge Averell’s presence when she does, and they overhear her telling someone she only has two children.

Jarrad looks like he wants to say something, but Averell lays a hand on his arm. Let her be angry at me, she wants to tell him. Let her think you are her perfect son and that I am the only deviant. I can live with her disappointment, but you cannot. She doesn’t say it, but instead smiles at him reassuringly.

“Let her have her moment.” Her smile is forced, but it usually is. “She’ll be gone soon enough if we let her be.”

Within the week she leaves, and Dustin stays a few days just to check in on them.

“She’ll come around,” he tells Averell, but it’s a hollow sentiment. He’s been saying it since she found out, and it’s still not true.

“I know,” she replies, because she always does. It feels like a script, but it’s comfortable for them. He smiles at Jarrad, claps him on the shoulder.

“I couldn’t be prouder of you,” he tells him. “You’re everything I could dream of having in a son.”

“Take care of yourself,” Jarrad replies, and Averell has to fight down the urge to say take your own fucking advice you idiot.

Reese is the one who finally talks him into it. When Matias opens his apartment door to find Jarrad surrounded by the three of them, she can’t decide who the night is going to be worse for.

“Sorry,” Jarrad tells him sheepishly. “I should have called ahead.”

“It’s fine,” Matias raises one eyebrow curiously. Averell is surprised it isn’t a lie. “I suppose it’s a good thing I have no idea how to correctly measure spaghetti portions. There should be enough for all of us.”

They introduce themselves while Jarrad heads straight for the kitchen. By the time Reese is done eying him suspiciously and Alix is satisfied the apartment is secure, Jarrad already has three glasses of wine set out on the table. There’s a beer at what she assumes is his spot, and he’s standing at the fridge with two cans of soda for Reese to choose from.

“I want wine,” she complains, having wrapped herself around Matias’ arm. He doesn’t seem all that concerned by it.

“You’re underage,” Jarrad replies, deadpan. “Pick a soda, squirt.” Reese tells him to go fuck himself in Swahili.

“Your apartment is lovely, Matias,” Alix cuts in. “Sorry for the children.”

“I’m used to it.” The two of them share a smile. “Please, relax, dinner will be ready in a minute.”

Reese makes most of the conversation that night, mostly because she’s been saving everything up for this moment. Jarrad tolerates it to a point, but eventually Alix drags Reese’s chair bodily down the table and puts herself between them. Averell, from her seat next to Matias, makes eye contact with her and grins.

Matias inquires politely why Nico didn’t come and she gestures to the table at large. “He’s the smart one,” she informs him dryly, and he opens his mouth in a silent ‘ah.’

Alix tries to catch him in conversation about his writing while Averell watches Jarrad not-so-subtly reach under the table to hold his hand. Matias is torn between the discussion with Alix and Reese’s constant interjections of but when are you getting married and I bet I’ve seen him naked more than you have.

“I certainly draw from experience when writing,” he tells Alix temperately. “I mean, I can only really observe so much, so there’s some artistic license, but life tends to inspire all art to a degree.”

“So you write about Jare?” Reese jumps in suddenly, wicked grin on her face. “Do you write dirty things about him?”

“I-“ Matias blinks dumbly.

“Reese…” Jarrad says warningly. “I fail to see how that’s any of your business.”

“Maybe if you learned to hide your hickeys better,” Alix mutters into her wine, and Jarrad groans at her.

“Don’t take her side!”

“Then stop complaining about how much your ass hurts during training.” She rolls her eyes. “I know you’re the one starting it anyway.”

“Occasionally,” Matias interrupts before Jarrad can reply. “I, ah, write a separate series occasionally. Rarely.” He amends.

Reese inhales suddenly as though the universe has given her a gift. “I knew it. You’re Benjamin Dover. The porn writer.” Jarrad’s face remains remarkably immobile, while Matias looks an interesting mix of embarrassed and horrified. A slow, smug look of realization overtakes her face. “Jarrad is the inspiration for the ‘January Angel’ series?” She turns to Jarrad in slight awe. “You’re a bottom?”

Alix chokes on her wine. Averell has the sudden, nauseating thought of why does Reese read those books. Jarrad somehow manages to stay straight-faced, while Matias just covers his face with his hands. Reese looks over at Averell as though she’s expecting some kind of backup.

“Well,” she manages finally, after a few long moments of processing. “At least you’re a power bottom, eh?”

Jarrad gets to his feet abruptly, pulling out his vape and walking from the room. Reese begins giggling maniacally, nearly toppling out of her chair in the process. Matias groans into his palms and Alix sighs, shooting Averell long-suffering smile while she helps right Reese in her chair.

“Hang on, I got like fifty jokes I need to tell him.” Reese nearly knocks her chair over in her haste to chase their brother down. “Jare, come back, we need to talk about your sex life!”

“For fuck’s sa- Reese!” Alix pushes herself out of her chair and heads after her. “Stop trying to get your brother to talk about his dick, it’s not that interesting trust me!”

In the silence that follows their departure, Matias stands and begins collecting dishes, carrying them off to the sink without a word. It strikes Averell, suddenly, all the reasons why he chose Matias. She follows him and begins helping. The silence between them feels comfortable, at least to her.

She can hear Jarrad arguing with Reese outside, and the distinct lack of Alix’s more level voice means she’s either staying out of the argument or they’ve thrown her over the edge. Both are incredibly likely.

When she feels composed enough she speaks.

“Thank you.” His head snaps sideways.

“For?” He seems almost nervous.

“For making him happy,” she replies. “For giving him something to smile about. For taking care of him when he thinks he needs to take care of everyone else.”

“I-“ he pauses, turns back to the dishes in the sink, and takes a deep breath. “I’m glad you approve.”

“Of course I do.” Her tone is entirely flippant. “If you break his heart I will rip out your spine.” Matias chokes on air and Averell turns to flash him a blinding smile. “Something tells me I don’t really need to worry about that with you, though.”

“I sure hope not,” he mutters, picking up his glass to drink the rest of his wine. “That sounds uncomfortable.”

The two of them are still laughing when Jarrad returns, Reese slung over one shoulder wailing like an angry cat. Alix is trailing behind them drinking straight from the wine bottle. Averell hadn’t even seen her grab it when she went after them. Jarrad looks at the two giggling by the counter with slight concern.

“Everything okay?” He raises an eyebrow. Matias gives him a thumbs up, still doubled over trying to catch his breath.

“We’re doing just fine.”

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My @pjosecretsanta2016 gift for @an-yagami! I do realized this is insanely late. Like. Complete, absolutely late. I feel awful. I honestly thought I put this post on my queue, but I was looking through my drafts and it was just sitting there and I really am very sorry. Hope you enjoy this anyway. I’ve never written percico since I’m pretty neutral about it, but I hope you like this anyway!

a long time coming

The first time it happened, Percy Jackson was twelve and on the front steps of his school, waiting for his mom to pick him up. He was probably going to end up getting kicked out (again, his mind supplied helpfully), but right now he just wanted to be home and the school wanted him gone, so it worked out for both sides. He hoped his mom wouldn’t be mad. She probably wouldn’t be, but she might be sad, which was even worse.

“I didn’t start it,” Percy said to himself, repeating the words he told the teacher. “I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone.” He never was, and his mom knew this. Just an unfortunate gift for being at the wrong place, at the wrong time. There wasn’t much anyone could do about it.

Suddenly, he felt an odd, tugging sensation. Percy blinked, the pull distracting him from his thoughts. He looked around, but nothing seemed weird. He stood up and faced the playground on the other side of the street, where the pull was strongest. He took one step—

And his mom’s car pulled over, blocking his view. His mother was smiling sadly from inside, and whatever Percy felt was pushed away. He entered the car and launched into an explanation, an apologies and complaints and stories wrapped into one. His mother didn’t ask for one, never did, but Percy always told her, if just because she’s the only one who understood.

He failed to notice the woman in the playground, the young girl at her side, and the small boy in her arms, watching the car drive away with curiousity and wonder in his eyes

(Sally Jackson was a kind and strong woman. More than anyone, she loved her son, loved him even when it meant rushing out of work to pick him up from school for something that wasn’t his fault. It never was, and it saddened her to see him struggle to explain to her something she already knew. Still, she could never forget that day when her son entered the car with bright eyes and a faint black halo around him, as it dawned on her that maybe her son wasn’t going to share her fate after all)

Nico di Angelo never put much faith in soulmates. Having a soulmate didn’t guarantee having someone to stay by your side forever, and neither did not having a soulmate mean you would never experience love. His mother had a soulmate, but his father left when he was a baby. He had met people who weren’t soulmates, yet loved each other anyway.

This is why he thought they were stupid. The signs were too vague, and there was no clear way to find your soulmate even if you had one. He wouldn’t even believe the fact that he had one, if Bianca hadn’t told him he already met his soulmate once when he was young, on their last day with their mother before the accident, when he glowed blue in front of her eyes.

Nico still thought it was stupid. The day after he met his soulmate, his mother died. Only another sign that soulmates were a bad thing. Bianca has shook her head sadly when he told him this.

Only a couple of years later, when Nico and his sister and several other kids from the orphanage were visiting a museum, they passed by a group of students. Nico was overwhelmed by a strong voice telling him to go, go, go, but his sister would kill him if he wandered off on his own. So he grabbed her hand and held it tightly, using her to anchor him to his spot, keep him from drifting away.

Bianca was staring at him with wide eyes, mouth open in a small ‘o’ and Nico finally realized what happened. Still, he stayed in his spot, his sister’s hand gripped tightly in his and he willed himself to stay and not run after that group of students. Bianca was all he had left, and he wouldn’t give her up for anything. Not even when Bianca’s eyes softened and told him to just go, or when he wondered if his soulmate wanted to go to him too, but was held back by something.

(Bianca’s heart filled with joy when she saw her brother glow again. His glow was breathtaking, a beautiful mix if blue and green that rippled and moved around Nico like waves. She knew then, that his soulmate was good. She knew that they would watch and take care of her brother if she couldn’t. Bianca hoped she’d be able to see Nico meet his soulmate. Only family can see one’s glow, and Bianca had a feeling that should she have to leave him, Nico wouldn’t open up to anyone)

The trip to Montauk was entirely unplanned. Percy just woke up one day and decided he had to just go. His mom understood without him saying a word, already off to the kitchen as he contacted Annabeth and Grover. He wanted to hang out with them originally, but something in his mind told him to just go.

Annabeth understood. She had something similar happen to her once, when she had dragged Percy off to a concert without warning. Percy was glad to be there, to see Annabeth's hand clasped in another and a brilliant golden glow wash over her. (It was only later did he realize that oh, that meant Annabeth saw him as her family, and he saw her as his)

He set off, lunch and dinner packed in his bag, and he went without knowing where to go, climbing on the train before even checking where it was going.

The first thing Percy thought when he saw the other boy was, ‘Who the hell wore a jacket to the beach?’. He stood in the water, his black hair and absolute mess, pants rolled up to his knees and his too big jacket flying around in the wind. As Percy got closer, he noticed other details; the deathly pale skin, eyebags too dark for anyone that age, eyes bloodshot, and something very, very, sad about that boy.

Naturally, Percy sat down near him and offered a sandwich. The boy glanced warily at him, but eventually accepted the sandwich. He ate like someone who hadn’t eaten in days. Seeing how thin and sickly the boy looked, it might actually have been the case. Either way, it made Percy sad.

They didn’t talk. They simply sat, the boy devouring the rest of Percy’s food as Percy himself only ate a piece of the sandwich. Percy offered him a drink. He took it with less restraint. After that they sat in silence, enjoying each other's presence even though both of them were fully aware that the other was a stranger to them. Percy didn’t always like the silence, but if felt right.

Eventually, the boy stood. Percy considered asking what happened to him that hurt him so badly. He decided against it. The boy said a soft “Thank you,” before disappearing from sight. Percy returned home feeling good in a way he never felt before. His mother would later tell him that he was glowing, faintly.

(Annabeth didn’t know what happened the day Percy cancelled their plans and disappeared to who knows where. The next day though, when Percy sat down at their usual table looking completely the same but entirely different, Annabeth realized what happened. Sometimes your soulmate calls to you, intentionally or unintentionally. Either way, you answer)

Nico scared his roommate, when he returned home late, climbing in through the window with a smile on his face. He didn’t smile much. Not since Bianca, and definitely not around anyone but Hazel. For the first time in a long time, Nico felt good, in the way he struggled to be for a long time before he net Hazel, and even then it was hard.

He fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep, and woke up feeling alive for the first time in a really long time. His roommate was quiet when he rushed out to find Hazel, excited to tell her about what happened. She was still half awake, hair a mess as she leaned on Frank's side in the common room. Frank eyes him curiously as he moved around the kitchen and returned with three plates of eggs and toast for the three of them.

The smell of food woke up Hazel fast. Nico and Frank both laughed. Nico quickly launched into a rapid explanation for yesterday’s events. His decision to go out on his own, how he snuck out to go to the beach. His sister’s words about Nico’s soulmate. The pull he felt, and the boy.

The boy. The boy with the dark windswept hair. Green eyes he could drown in. The sandwich in his hands. The rightness Nico felt. But he couldn’t tell, couldn’t tell for sure if that boy was the one. No way to tell if he was the one other than gut feeling, but that wasn’t the point. What if he wasn’t, and Nico was going to end up losing someone he cared for again?

Hazel laughed and placed her hand on this, reminding him to calm down. She didn’t know for sure either, not until months after she and Frank started dating and they went on a trip to visit his grandmother. “It’s going to be fine,” she said. “Give it a chance.”

(and unspoken, though Nico heard it anyway, “I could help, please, I want to, but you have to let me in.”)

Percy talked to his mother. His mother, who never found out if she had a soulmate or not. His mother, who didn’t know but fell in love with his father anyway (the one who left, the one Percy never met). She told him it just felt right. If he met them, he would know. She did, and she didn’t regret a thing. “Because you’re here now, and I’m glad for that,” she added.

Annabeth was his second option, because he was there when it happened for her. She smiled and told him that it might have already happened for him, and if he just bothered to ask his mom, he would know and they wouldn’t need to meet up at all. She was smiling throughout the entire explanation, and Percy knew she was glad he called her anyway.

Grover on the other side, just laughed. “If you want to go for it, go for it,” he told Percy. “You’re the one who’s going to know in the end. Call for the boy. He’ll show up.”

Percy didn’t, not that day.

The week after, he came into the café, sat down at the table by the window. The only thing in his mind was, ‘I want to see you again.’

(Grover thought Percy was great, really. He helped him get through so many things before, and Grover would probably be dead in a ditch somewhere if it weren’t for Percy — and Annabeth. So it was only right that he told Percy to go for it. He didn’t know about having soulmates, but he did know about feeling right. The way he felt when outdoors, surrounded by nature. If this boy made Percy feel that way, then of course Grover wanted that for him)

The week after, Nico felt a strong urge to go. After last week, he decided that following his gut feelings might be a good idea, so he went. Although he did tell Hazel this time, instead of disappearing without notice. Hazel smiled softly and told him to be careful. Things had been a bit odd between after last weekend, but that day Nico was done with that. He wanted her to know.

As he left, he noticed a bright golden glow around both Hazel and Frank. He smiled.

The pull brought him to a small café, tucked in between two buildings. Through the window, he saw the boy, eyes bright as they met Nico’s. The boy grinned and waved at him. Nico felt another rush of rightness, the feeling that drove him to let the boy stay that day at the beach.

They talked, on and on and on until the day grew dark and they ran out of important things to talk about. He learned that the boy’s name was Percy, he was 19 and lived with his mom. He loved the sea, loved swimming in it and all the animals in it and he was studying about the sea. He told him that his favorite color was blue, and that his mom always tried to make him blue food since a fight with his ex-stepdad. Percy told Nico about his friends, Annabeth and Grover, and how he wouldn’t be studying in college, but probably dying as a homeless man in an alley somewhere.

Nico told Percy about Will, his too cheerful but usually well meaning roommate, who grew from an unavoidable annoyance to someone he might consider a friend. He told him about Hazel and Frank, who helped him get back in his feet when he really needed it. He told him how other people usually saw him as weird and creepy, and how a majority of them had this strange believe that he could talk to ghosts. Even better, he mentioned that some of them genuinely believed that he could raise the dead and control them into a zombie army to take over the world. (“Well,” Percy supplied with a laugh, “For a really long time I convinced Grover that I could breathe under water.”)

He told Percy how he used to live in Italy, before he moved here with his mother and sister. His mother, who died when he nine. His sister, who died a couple of years later and left him alone and slowly fading away, the only thing keeping him around was a feeling that there was still something waiting for him.

“We’ve met before,” Percy said.

“Yeah. We have,” Nico replied.

Percy laughed and Nico joined in, feeling the happiest he’s been in a really long time. ‘This is nice,’ he thought to himself. ‘Really nice.’

At the end of the day, they both agreed on two things; Pizza was food of the gods, and the definitely should have done this soulmate thing a lot sooner.

(their glow was deep, rich, midnight blue, a mix between Percy’s vibrant blue and Nico’s dark colors. Nico decided it was his new favorite color.)

So yeah! that was a really odd soulmate AU, but I tried? I really just wanted to write a soulmate AU? I hope it made sense. Yeah.

#pjo #hoo #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #percico #percy jackson #nico di angelo #hazel levesque #annabeth chase #grover underwood #frank zhang

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