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lunar-writes-things · 1 year

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EXTRA: SoB ideas

before we start, nothing in this is edited. You get to see the ideas I began with, the ideas that made it in, and the ideas that didn't. Enjoy my chaos of a mind

SEASON 8 BOATEM X READER

The reader is introduced LATE season 6 (their lore is that she wondered across grain's build while traveling in her ship and just kinda stayed)

LOTS OF FLUFF, LITTLE ANGST, AND A TINY BIT OF SEXUAL TENSION

she had found Grian and mumbo the first day with scar and joined them.

Her theme is gonna be something with Greek lore. She builds mount Olympus???? And all the stuff described in pjo books up there???? <---- Built cathedral

Good at Terraforming and building

GOTTA STAY ON THAT Y/N GRIND (literally pumping out content A LOT, she loves it but she doesn't really know how to take breaks lol. Lots of forced breaks with pouty y/n but she gets cuddles and sleeps lol)

gets a little sad when they have to move but also really hyped up for new beginnings with the rest of her friends

VARIOUS ENDINGS: Before the moon crashes and boatem is on Scar's rocket, Your chosen boatem member confesses their feelings, and when you say yes, they kiss the life out of you (OR YOU END UP WITH ALL OF THEM)

They never confess and Y/n is just doused in the void until she pops up next season (maybe drowning in the ocean??) (OR THE REST OF BOATEM FORGOT THEM AND Y/N STAYS IN BOATEM AND GETS KILLED DURING THE MOON CRASH!!!!)

BOATEM CHARACTER DYNAMICS/ INTERACTIONS WITH Y/N:

Grian x Y/- Tall Partner (y/n) x shorty (Grian), easy to cry (y/n) x Awkward comforter (grain), Lovers who are in total domestic mode, SIZE DIFFERENCE

Nicknames for Grian from Y/n- Pretty bird, birdy, tweet bird, Angel, cupid, wafflehead, Lovebird

Songs to associate with: Love Like You - Steven Universe / Rebecca Sugar, Paper rings - Taylor Swift, Until I Found You - Stephen Sanchez

Scenes to write- Y/n preening Grian's wings (and vice versa), helping Grian with the Alley and terraforming, Y/n is taking the Tegg from Grian and when he tries to stop her from finding it she kisses him breathless and he short circuits and Y/n finds it and bolts while yelling an apology to grian

Mumbo x Y/n- Flirty (Y/n) x Awkward (Mumbo), Teasing (Y/n) x being teased (Mumbo), Bodyguard (Y/n) x being bodyguarded (Mumbo). LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

Nicknames for Mumbo from Y/n- Potato Boy, Mr. Ceo, Spud, Tater, Darl/Darling

Songs to associate with: Symphony - Cody Fry, Falling for Ya - Grace Phipps, Evermore - Dan Stevens

Scenes to write- Y/n killing things for mumbo, Y/n helping Mumbo Terraform, Y/n becoming a mooner and passes out because of exhaustion and Mumbo feels bad

Scar x Y/n- Literal Goddess (y/n)x Mess of a mortal (scar), Sunshine (scar) x Sunshine protector (Y/n), LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

Nicknames for Scar from Y/n- Willy Wonka (Because of his hat), Magic Man, Mr. Scar, Honeydew

Songs to associate with: Get this Right (Outtake) - Frozen ll, GUY.exe - superfruit, For the Record - 36 questions

Scenes to write- Scar fixing up Y/n's base when she passes out, Y/n helping scar out with resources and materials for building, Y/n being a literal sugar mommy for scar, SCAR IS PART SIREN

"No, No, Stay right where you are, I'll put out the fire my love!" Scar said with a panicked look on his face as he grabs a bucket of water and throws it on the fire successfully extinguishing it while making Y/n laugh "I wanna make you swoon Baby! I want to rock you with my righteous romance!" Y/n is dragged up by scar who dips them down, their laugh echoing through the cave where they were having dinner

"I wanna make a move darling!" Scar spun Y/n around and into their seat before sitting down himself with a cringe "But I sweating through the seat of my pants!"

"One day I'm gonna take you dancing." Scar murmured into Y/n's ear and swayed while he was leaning on them

"Then in my future builds I will try to make a courtyard so we can dance in the rain." Y/n replied smoothly

Impulse x Y/n- practically intertwined with each other, tired parents, Redstoner (impulse) x Builder (Y/n),

Nicknames for Impulse from Y/n- Impy, redstoner, partner in crime, Puddin', Mr. candyman

Songs to associate with: I love you too much - Book of life, Burn for you - Barlow and Bear, Line without a hook - Ricky Montgomery

Scenes to write- Impulse panicking when Y/n gets sick, Y/n and Impulse treating the rest of boatem like their children, oddly domestic with each other, Wearing impulse's shirt while her dress is in the wash (WET CAT Y/N!!!!), SONG CHAP FOR I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH CAUSE ITS SO SWEET AND MAKES ME WANNA CRY

Pearl x Y/n- basically newlyweds, Bffs to flirty, Sun (Y/n) and Moon (Pearl)

Nicknames for Pearl from Y/n- My Jewel, Moony, dewdrop, Pearly-Pop

Songs to associate with: She - Dodie, Dandelions - Ruth B., Putting a Spin on Slow dancing in the dark - Egg

Scenes to write- making dinner together for the rest of the boatem crew, cuddling and sleeping on Pearl's bed, drawing out blueprints for builds together, Stargazing together

Scenes for anyone and Y/n- WALKING IN ON Y/N CHANGING!!!!!, Y/n and (Boatem member) working in silent tandem without talking while the others are just watching in shock, Y/n and (BM) are making out in a dark unlocked room and someone walks in as (BM) starts to undress Y/n + BOATEM MEMBERS HAVING A MEETING DISCUSSING WHAT HAPPENED WITH (BM) AND Y/N, All of them staying in Y/n's temp base for a movie night and accidentally having a cuddle pile, og boatem catching Y/n in a compromising position with a rival (Big Eye inc (Tango) or GOAT (Doc) or etho????), Y/n being genuinely mad at one (or all) of the boys (hair is floating, eyes are glowing, fun goddess stuff), Walking in on Y/n showering?"

"You go down just like Holy Mary, Y/n! Y/n!" Scar watched as the angel known as Y/n fought the wither for him, their hair whipping in the wind and the absolute power that radiated off of them made Scar want to bow down at their feet "Your beauty never ever scared me! Y/n! Y/n!"

"Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure," Y/n's voice cracked as they watched the moon fall closer and closer to their home through the rocket window and watched as _____ grabbed _____ and _____'s hands "Nothing ever lasts forever." Soon the trapdoors under the boatem crew opened and the crew was doused into the void of the Boatem hole only connected by the thick rope around their waists leaving Y/n behind and left to die (BAD ENDING WHERE SHES LEFT BEHIND)

AND/ OR

"I CAN'T SAVE US!" Y/n sobbed as they tried to make her way down the Boatem hole with the others who were screaming for her "MY ATLANTIS! WOAH! OH-"

With the gravity shifted and switch, Y/n never got to the rest of Boatem and the rest of the Boatem members all had to watch Y/n float away out of their reach before the moon hit the earth. Their hearts aching with sorrow and regret as Scar held them all back with tears in his eyes. He already lost the love of his life, they all did, how would Y/n forgive them?

"For the record, this is self-destructive," Grian said and watched as Impulse and Mumbo nodded

"For the record, I'm aware of that!" Pearl dragged her hands down her face

"For the record, I've been picturing her body draped over the sofa wearing nothing but my hat," Scar piped up and covered his face with his hat with a blush

"For the record," Impulse started but was cut off by Mumbo who muttered

"We're screwed."

"It needs life," Y/n said walking on the man-made cloud made of glass, bone, diorite, wool, and other white-based materials "And I may be good at building but Life was never something I've been able to convey. That is where you come in, despite being a zombie you're so full of life, and the way you convey it is so so beautiful."

"You want me to add some armor stands?"

"Yes, please. I'll pay you for your work."

"I look at you, and I'm Home." The words came out in a breath and Y/n saw tears gathering in their eyes and as Y/n cupped their face they melted like putty "And I know I'm safe because I'm here... Here with you."

"You were My new dream," Y/n smiled, blood coming up in coughs and dripping down her chin from out of their mouth

"And You were Mine," They sobbed and held Y/n close as they pressed the sword deeper into their heart

"You two are so dramatic! Y/n will be fine!" Tango groaned and crossed his arms over his chest only to be punched in the arm by a crying Bdubs

"Boy," Y/n breathed out softly, leaning into Scar unconsciously "Your eyes are like emeralds."

"My Love for you will always burn," They said and pressed their lips to Y/n's. Full of Love and passion Y/n could stay like this forever as They cupped _____'s face

"To me, You're perfect." Mumbo sighed and pressed his lips to their forehead. When he pulled away Y/n grabbed his face and pulled him down to press a kiss to his lips, gritty with redstone dust but lighting up with the electricity between them

"Y/n," False looked at Y/n their face pained and lips pursed "You're in love with them."

"What?!" Y/n felt their face flush red "NO! They're my best friends! How could I be in love with them? I just really like hanging around them all the time, and maybe i purposely overwork myself so they can take care of me and sure I've have a history with 4 out of the five and maybe I love their smiles and everything about them and Okay, Fine, maybe I wanna kiss their pretty lips until we both can't breathe but that doesn't mean i'm in love with them! Not all of them!"

"Y/n-" Stress gaped at them and Gem and Cleo were in the background laughing their asses off "Y/n darling, what was the last thing you said?"

"I'm not in love with them?" Y/n asked

"The other last thing," Gem said still laughing

"I wanna-" Y/n paused as they went over the sentence again "Oh. Oh."

and Suddenly, Y/n was very happy Pearl was on a vacation and not with the other girls and them.

RIGHT AFTER (NEXT CHAPTER!!!) ^^^^

NIGHTMARE CHAPTER!!! STARTS OFF WITH Y/N AND WILBUR SOOT IN A HAPPY RELATIONSHIP BUT TURNS TO WHEN Y/N FINDS OUT ABOUT WILBUR'S SECRET FAMILY. MAKE IT FUCKING HURT PUT YOUR FEARS IN THIS SHIT LUNS!!!!!! Y/N RUNS TO PHIL AND BEGS HIM TO TRAIN HER FOR A ANARCHY SERVER AND BEFORE SHE LEAVES SHE GOES TO BREAKUP WITH WILBUR BUT HE LEAVES HER INSTEAD AND TELLS HER HE HATES HER AND BLAH BLAH BLAH BEFORE KILLING HER (Y/N FOUGHT WITH L'MANBURG AND DIED TWICE???? PROTECTING THE CHILDREN AND WILBUR???? <<<< Aforementioned family problems that Y/n left season 3 for????)

Y/N WAKES UP IN THE ANARCHY SERVER AND CONTINUES THEIR LIFE IN SOLIDARITY BEFORE XISUMA INVITES THEM BACK TO HERMITCRAFT. SHE ACCEPTS AND SWITCHES HER MAIN SERVER!!! "Ahh home sweet home," Y/n sighed before startign to burrow under the giant futureistic flower pot

CUT TO WHEN Y/N REALIZES THEYRE IN LOVE WTH THE BOATEM CREW AND START EVEN MORE ANGST THERE!!!!!!

Y/n is asleep and having a dream. Everything is realistic and stuff. Y/n is working on laundry when th rest of boatem drop by with distured, strained or disappointed faces when they caught Y/ns attention.

Y/n lights up and goes to reach for them only to be pushed away and their touch recoiled from. Y/n instantly feels their heart drop.

"Y/n," grian stepped up "You have to leave."

"What-" Y/n dropped what they were holding as they looked at Grian in shock "I- I'm sorry, whats Going on here? Is this a prank? Hahaha ve- very funny guys."

they weren't laughing though.

why weren't they laughing

this was a prank wasnt it?

What was going on

WHAT DID THEY DO?

"Leave Y/n," Impulse said and looked away with his arms crossed over his chest

"What- what did I do? Im sorry- Please don't leave me- please no, Not again-. I cant live without you guys! You are my happiness, my light, my worlds. Please don't leave me! Not again, Please I love you all!"

"Thats exactly why you have to leave Y/n," Scar said "Its so selfish of you that you cant pick a single one of us. It's actually kind of pathetic."

Y/n felt their heart crack into tiny pieces and even more so when they started to walk away. Tears blurred their vision as they treated to reach out but they couldn't move.

They couldn't breathe

they heard nothing.

they felt nothing.

nothing except the tears dripping down their cheeks and their trembling bottom lip.

"One day, I will stop falling in love with you," Y/n finally choked out "Someday, someone will like me like I like you."

Y/n broke down sobbing until a voice in the distance called Y/n, it getting closer and closer until

Y/n woke up.

It was a dream.

a nightmare.

and what a horrible one at that.

above them were the concerned faces of Mumbo and pearl, the only two who never said a word during the dream. Y/ hugged them tightly, burying their head into both of their shoulders before taking a deep breath and inhaling their familiar scents.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Y/n muttered and never caught the sad looks Mumbo and pearl gave each other "Please don't hate me. I'm sorry."

"Oh my sweet angel," Pearl sighed and rubbed Y/n's back "We could never hate you. We adore you. You are our happieness, Our light, Our world. I don't know what happened but we're here and everything will be okay."

1) MCC is canon. Players have to go through a special portal to travel across smps (or dimensions for them.) And once a month, some hermits and people across many servers and dimensions come to play and watch MCC (this was purely an excuse to write Y/n interactions with a lot of other streamers / Youtubers)

2) Y/n is not a pg streamer/YouTuber. They curse A LOT off camera and they curse on camera occasionally but it's mainly cut out. Some of the hermits on the server find it funny how such vulgar words comes from such a 'sweet' person.

Once they were playing MCC and Tommy, being the gremlin he is asked Y/n to curse.

"FUCK!" Y/n yelled and happy cheers reached their ears as they laughed, watching the stars around their head yell and scream in confusion while Tommy and Tubbo laughed and Sparklez scolded them.

MCC CHAP AFTER CHAP 14!!!!! Y/n near the end of the chap 14 gets something in the mail and its an invite to MCC 16!!! AUGUST 21 2021!!!! They are a part of Purpe pandas with Grian, Scott and Joel!!!! Taking over for Fruit because he couldn't make it.

THE HC GIRLS (- Pearl because she was on vaycay) MAKING Y/N REALIZE SHES IN LOVE WITH ALL OF BOATEM (I won't say I'm in love song)

THE BOATEM CREW CONFESSES MIDWAY THROUGH THE BOOK AND THEY TRY TO CONVINCE HER TO DATE THEM (DURING THE ENDING THERES 6 ENDINGS!!!! One for each Boatem member and one where they're left behind <---- (POSSIBLE???? idk I like the idea of boatem fighting for Y/n in front of them but it an be stressful + oblivious af Y/n)

OR Y/N CONFESSES TO ALL OF THEM FIRST???? ITS IN A PANIC AND SHES SAYING THE LYRICS TO THE SONG DONT YOU DARE (MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU)

Essentially, y/n is crying that shes scared to fall in love and she wants to trust her feelings. ENDS UP WITH SOFT REASSURING FLUFF!!! IM GONNA MAKE ME CRYYYYYY- (Listen to that song with rain and ACTUALLY LISTEN!!!! Let the feels run trough and let the juices flow. no holding back. you have a ton of potential) (AFTER ANGST CHAP!!!!!!)

TITLE IDEAS: A Wild Ride of Boatem, Goddess of Boatem, The Symphony of Boatem, Boatem's Stars

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leejihoonownsmyheart · 3 months

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UR ALWAYS MY NO.1 LOVER BRIE DW...

TOO MUCH MILK LMFAO..okay but why are one piece stans so....stanny....like there's no way you're still loyal to a show that's stretched on for 1K EPISODES. WHAT THE FUCK

oh...i guess i have to keep thinking of fic ideas... (BRIE DO YOU LIKE THEM. AND DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIFIC THINGS YOU REALLYREALLYREALLY LIKE TO WRITE)

IN MY DEFENSE...(i have no defense. where's a guy like scoups to put me back in my place when i need it smh) WHAT ARE YOUR RESULTS????

OH WTF I THOUGHT THEY WERE LIKE EXTREMELY SIMILAR... DO YOU USE HINGE?? (and yeah tinder is a hellhole)

OKAYOKAY IM SORRY ��😭 NO PROJECT DEADLINES!! and i completely understand; deadlines are HELLISH so as long as you finish things on your own schedule, then it's all good <3 (also if you need a proofreader .....)

IM ACTUALLY SO PUMPED FOR THE JIHOON FIC?? IT'S YOUR PASSION PROJECT RIGHT??

PLUTO TV.. BRIE I HAVEN'T HEARD THAT NAME IN YEARS LMFAOOOOOOO.. whats ur fav hunger games (book? movie?) and fav percy book... (if you say anything after the heroes of olympic you're dead to me ......../j)

I DID DROP HIM. HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAH HE PROLLY WON'T FUCK ME AND MAKE IT RELATION FROM SITUATION, SO HE'S JUST A BIG OL BUDDY OL PAL....

sorry i dont have any doritos or abestos...can i offer a pepto bismol

VIKI!! OMG OKAY STOP IM SO EXCITED IM GONNA WATCH IT RN

ditto brie 🥰🥰🥰 YOU BETTER FIND THAT DOMINANT BRAT TAMER MAN HAHAHAHAHAH

don't we all need one tho. they should be governmentally mandated.

LMFAO WHAT KIND OF RIZZ IS THAT BRIE. HE KNOWS HE'S GOING TO MISS YOU SO HE POUTS AT YOU???? WHY WOULD HE DO THAT 😭😭😭

OKAY BUT IF A GUY YOU LIKED POUTED AT YOU....i think the more realistic outcome is that he would be on his knees for you....

I DONT THINK I USED THE WRONG EMOJI, MAYBE I READ THE TAG WRONG???

HOW WAS YOUR DAY/WEEK??? TELL ME ABOUT IT BRIE

-congrats on responding to your asks SMH (from 🫨 anon)

You know when you say it like that a really smart part of me is kinda jealous like i wish all of my hyper-fixations had 1000+ episodes of me to consume like… that’s SO MUCH CONTENT

I DO LOVE YOUR FIC IDEAS I AM SO HAPPY YOU SEND THEM TO ME THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU YOUR MOST RECENT FIC REMINDS ME OF THE INFAMOUS DESTIEL FIC UHM UHM I DONT REMEMBER WHAT ITS CALLED THE ELVIS ONE WHERE THEY’RE GAY AND ITS LIKE THE 60S OR SOMETHING

I don’t think i have anything specific i like to write… Just dumb romcom shit 😃

THIS IS JULY 2023:

MY FAVORITE HUNGER GAMES BOOK IS CATCHING FIRE BECAUSE TBH I LIKE ALL THE STUFF IN THE CAPITOL AND ALL THE SECRET ALLIANCE STUFF GETTING TO KNOW THE TRIBUTES AND THE WORLD VERSUS JUST THE GAMES

AND UHM I DONT KNOW ABOUT PJO THATS SO HARD… i did uh… uhm… possibly… enjoy… trials of apollo… maybe… BUT MAYBE TITANS CURSE IS MY FAVORITE. I LOVE. Nico. LOVE.

WHAT ABOUT YOU WHAT WERE YOURE FAVORITES

Pepto would actually slap, pass it over 😃

I hate him. And men. UGH.

IM SORRY I PUT THIS IN MY DRAFTS AND FORGOT ABOUT IT IM SO STUPID 😃

#b: 🫨 anon

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a-taken-url · 3 years

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Dionysus: I love you.

Ariadne: Was that you or the wine talking?

Dionysus: That was me

Dionysus: ...talking to the wine.

#dionysus #ariadne #greek myths #pjo #percy jackson #this can pass as pjo content right #incorrect quotes

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n3vrmore · 4 years

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Hey, so I've been witnessing a lot of hostility between the older and younger generations of PJO/HOO/TOA fandom and I thought it would be nice to address it.

For context, I'm in the older parcel. I was producing content and actively interacting with the Brazilian fandom far back in 2011. I was 13-14 back then, which is the age of a lot of people in fandom now, but a lot was different back then. It was really rare to find someone older than 17 in the fandom.

Time passed, I started to interact with the fandom in English language, but eventually I stopped. The fandom started to become really toxic and I wanted no part in it, so I just kept reading my fanfics in silence, not interacting with anyone.

But the fandom's situation has never been worse. We have a lot of issues, but the one that bothers me the most is the generational clash between the teens and the adults the fandom. I reflected about it, and I think we need to consider some things if we want some peace.

Respect the minors. This is essencial. I see people my age and even older than me fighting with teenagers over fictional characters and ships, and it's honestly the saddest thing to witness. I don't care if you think they're being childish. Even if they are, there are people as young as 13 in this fandom. I'm not saying they're childish, but even if you think they are, the one who's supposed to be mature here is you. You don't have to agree with them, just leave them alone.

Recognize nuance. This one is for both parts. On one side, people need to understand that when you're a teen and you see 20-somethings creating explicit content about characters your age, it's hard to feel safe. So tag your shit. And tag it well. Fanfics, fanarts, even headcanons. It costs nothing to tag your explicit content as nsfw. Yes, even if it's just a paragraph in your fic. I would go as far as to recommend using Read More in these situations, just to be safe.

At the same time, what some teens need to understand is that, since most of us read these books several years ago, these charactere were our age at some point. Since we project in these characters, as we were growing up, we kept projecting on them, even though we are older now. That includes adult stuff like college, relationships, starting families and, for some people, sex. These characters might be still teens in the books, but in our minds they're our age. So when some people make explicit content about these characters, it's not because they're pedophiles who like to imagine teenagers having sex. It's because they keep saying them as equals, like these characters grew up with them.

These things can coexist. Teenagers have the right to feel uncomfortable for being exposed to explicit content about characters their age written by adults, and adults can write and read explicit content by characters they identify with since teens, because they're adults and they can engage with this kind of material, as long it's properly tagged, under Read More and kept out of the minors' way.

Overall, it's pretty easy to be civil. I'm not saying everyone has to be friends, but in a fandom as large as this one, it's so easy to stay in your lane. Follow blogs about characters and ships you like, respect people's opinions and don't go out of your way to cause trouble. It's okay to expose what you think in a respectful way, but we all know how to identify when something starts to escalate. And if you're the adult in the situation, it's you who has the responsability to step back and ask yourself: "Is it really worth it to call someone ten years younger than me names because of a fictional ship in a children's book?" I think the answer will be obvious.

And stop calling teenagers incels for fuck's sake, don't be creepy.

#pjo #hoo #toa #about the generational clash #i have the feeling i'm going to receive backlash from both sides #but it's important to address it

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greekgeek21 · 3 years

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Percy Jackson & The Avengers: Convergence - hurricane percy hits vegas

EEE! I'm so excited for this chapter, and idk why. We get some Poseidon content tho, so yay for that! I'm pretty sure I'm just so excited cuz I just finished writing ch. 12 and IT. IS. AMAZING!!

Ok, so if you've noticed the change in my profile pic, you can figure out what I'm about to do. Well...surprise! Another pjo stan is coming out! I'm pan🏳️‍🌈✨

Anyway, remember to comment, like, follow me, and reblog! Stay safe and happy reading!

- your author

Ω ♆ Ω

Okay, so maybe jumping out of the window before Blackjack was within a hundred feet was a bad idea, but can you really blame him? If Percy had stayed, the others would have tried to convince him to wait and make a plan before leaving to save Annabeth, and it probably would've worked! But doing that gave her captors more time to hurt her. That was not okay with him.

Fortunately, his amazing pegasus could fly really fast when put in the right situation. Say, one like Percy freefalling from a skyscraper? He still cut it close, though. Percy got within six feet of the ground before Blackjack swooped up under him. It hurt like hades.

"What am I here for, boss? Not that I don't enjoy our hang-out sessions, but still, why am I here?" Percy heard Blackjack ask in his head.

"We're going to Vegas to save Annabeth. She's been taken by the people we've been hunting," he answered.

"Oh, no! I'll go into overdrive for this trip! Annabeth gives me donuts!"

If one looked closely, they would see that Percy cracked a small smile at that. Blackjack always knew how to lighten the mood.

"Just hurry, bud. They sent pictures of her tied up and beaten. I'm not sure what condition she'll be in when we get to her," Percy said.

"That's it! These guys are dead meat!" Blackjack sped up even more.

Percy was really afraid to look down because he was pretty sure that they had already passed four state lines, and his friend showed no signs of letting up. With all the complaining about being tired Blackjack did on their other quests, Percy would've never thought he could do this. Just goes to show what can happen when you hurt someone's friend.

Yeah, Percy had calmed down enough to rationalize that this was a stupid idea (maybe his worst one yet), but he was still going to do it! This was Annabeth we're talking about! There's nothing he wouldn't do for her, and that includes storming straight into that gods-forsaken casino and demanding to know where she was.

If you're wondering, yes, he did just that when they got there. Blackjack almost passed out as soon as they landed, but Percy was already hopping off and running in before the pegasus had even caught his breath.

"Get out of here, bud! This is gonna get messy!" he called over his shoulder before pushing the front doors of the Lotus Hotel and Casino open.

Ω ♆ Ω

It was very clear that something was wrong as soon as Percy stepped into the lobby. It was completely empty. The farther he went in, the less he found. There was nobody. The last time he had been there, it was packed with people from all different time periods and everyone was doing something, but now, nothing.

It was disconcerting, to say the least. It felt like the beginning to every horror movie out there.

What was worse, is that every activity was shut down but one: the ferris wheel. It was spinning with all of the lights on, a faint carnival music playing from hidden speakers. Once again, Percy's thoughts drifted to horror movies. He wouldn't be surprised if a ghost popped up in front of him.

Before he continued on, Percy stopped and took a breath, bouncing up and down to shake out the nerves, "Come on, Percy. You got this. Just go save Annabeth and get out. That's all there is to it."

He walked up to the ferris wheel and saw that there was a single occupant riding it: Annabeth. She was up on the top, but Percy would recognize those golden locks anywhere. Her form was slumped against the side of her car, so she was probably unconscious. As she got closer to the ground, Percy saw that she was even more beaten up than the picture had shown. Her hands and ankles were bound with celestial bronze chains and she had a gag in her mouth.

Percy's blood boiled.

"Annabeth!" He shouted, running towards her as soon as the cart got to the bottom.

It kept moving, but he quickly grabbed her and pulled her off and away from the ride.

"Annabeth, wake up. Come on, 'beth, you have to be okay," he muttered, pulling the gag out of her mouth and starting to work on the chains, though he wasn't sure where to start.

Her eyes were still closed, but he heard a faint whisper from her mouth say, "It's Annabeth."

He laughed in relief, pulling her to his chest in a tight hug.

"Don't ever do that to me again. I lost it," he said, kissing her on the forehead.

Her eyes slitted open, "No promises, Seaweed Brain."

Percy was about to bring her in for a kiss when a voice interrupted them, "I'm glad you got to save her, Perseus. Now it'll be that much worse for you when we take her away again."

Percy shot up from the ground, pulling out Riptide and going into a protective stance in front of a kneeling Annabeth, "You're not going anywhere near her!"

The voice belonged to a mortal man. He had a long cut along his face, which seemed to be made by a claw, and his hair was a dark brown with speckles of grey. He seemed pretty average besides the scar. He had three men behind him, along with a hellhound, two empousa, and a couple basilisks. All looked ready to strike at a moment's notice.

The man tutted, "Oh, but I think I am. You see, you're going to give her to us."

Percy glared, "And what makes you think that?"

The man smiled, "Because of your family, of course. The normal one. Your mom, Sally, and her husband, Paul, and what's the last one's name...? The baby... Estelle! Yes, Estelle. We know where they are right now, and with one order from me, they will be killed by the giants we have standing by."

Percy growled, lunging forward, but a growl from the hellhound stopped him, "You're not going to touch them or Annabeth! I'll kill you first!"

The mortal leader gave a fake frown, "Oh, Perseus, how naive you are. Don't you see what's happening? Your people are the monsters. You just threatened to kill a mortal, the very thing you are put on this Earth to protect! How would your father feel about that?"

Hundreds of pipes burst in the hotel. Percy was only holding himself back because of Annabeth. As soon as she was out of danger, he would let himself go. He didn't care that they were mortals. Those men weren't the type of people he wanted to protect.

But- his family were still in danger. Even if the guy was bluffing, Percy couldn't take that risk.

Annabeth pulled herself to her feet and put a hand on his shoulder, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Let them take me. You know it's the right thing to do. I'll be okay. You just need to lead the Avengers to their base, okay, and then you can save me all over again."

She cracked a small smile, hoping to comfort him but ultimately just making Percy feel worse.

Percy pulled her in for a searing kiss, and when he pulled back, a defeated look in his eyes, Annabeth knew he was letting her go. She had to; it was the best solution. She could protect herself and the Blofis family couldn't.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too," Percy's eyes were misty and he was slipping on his control.

With one last, loving look at her boyfriend, Annabeth walked to the opposing group, allowing them to roughly grab onto her and pull her to the hellhound, who was ready to shadow travel her and the other mortals to wherever their base was.

Percy steeled himself for a fight because he knew there was no way it was that easy. He was not getting out of this unscathed. They had left the monsters there for a reason, and that reason was to probably kill him. That wasn't going to happen, though. They had chosen the wrong day to mess with Percy Jackson. He was going to let Hades rain down on them.

"Are we gonna stand here all day or are we gonna fight?" he asked, twirling his sword around, "You know what? Nevermind. I don't feel like fighting."

Then before the monsters could react, he released the storm within.

Ω ♆ Ω

"Come on people! Let's get a move on!" Steve shouted, already running to the quinjet.

He saw that everybody was still lagging, but wasn't sure what else to do. Fortunately, Piper had noticed his struggle and came to his rescue.

"Everybody hurry up! We don't know what stupid thing Percy is going to do, so we need to get there before he does it!" she yelled, lacing lots of charmspeak with her words.

Instantly, all of the demigods and Avengers sped up and were all on the jet within a minute. Steve gave Piper a grateful glance before climbing in himself, the daughter of Aphrodite following close behind.

Once everyone had taken their seats, Natasha and Clint up in the cockpit, they took off.

"So...does anyone even know what we're going to do when we get there? Or what Percy was planning on doing?" Leo asked, voicing everyone's thoughts.

Steve sighed, "We can only do damage control. If Percy hasn't done anything yet, we talk him down from it. If he has, we figure out a solution to getting it stopped, no matter what it takes. Now we don't know Percy as well as you five, so we need you to try and predict what he might do."

The rest of the Seven shared a look and Jason spoke up, "Percy and Annabeth are very...special to each other. If one of them is hurt, the other loses control very easily. So, basically, anything could have happened."

He glanced apologetically at the Captain, who just sighed in response. It was no doubt going to be a long day, and then an even longer one when Fury found out about this. Going down that train of thought made him more and more exhausted.

"Las Vegas, here we come," Tony muttered.

Ω ♆ Ω

As they started entering the Las Vegas area, it became abundantly clear that they were already too late to stop Percy. The sky was dark, thunder rolling through the clouds, rain pouring down on the streets around the casino. A whirlwind of water was circling the hotel and the ground was shaking. Geisurs were popping up just as fast as they were closing. It was a shitshow, basically.

"Percy did this? By himself?!" Tony exclaimed, staring in shock at the storm.

"Yep. He doesn't seem like much of a kid now, does he?" Jason said, strapping an arm guard on.

"Nope," Tony whispered.

Frank said, "How are we even going to get inside?"

"We're going to go from above, straight through the eye of the storm. It's the only opening, from what I can see," Natasha answered, already guiding the plane up and towards the center of the destruction, "Hold on. This is gonna get rough."

"Oh. That's comforting," Frank muttered, holding on to his seatbelt tight.

"Dude, if we crash, you can just turn into a fly or something and get out of here, but me, I'm going to die with the plane," Leo said, cracking a joking smile.

Hazel sighed, "Leo, your fireproof. If anyone would survive the crash, you would."

Leo chose not to point out that he was trying to lighten the mood with a self-deprecating joke. Hazel with confidence is scary.

Besides, that's when the shaking started. The wind and water was throwing the quinjet around, thrashing it from side-to-side, trying to throw it down but Natasha and Clint were keeping it up.

Slowly but surely, they got the plane lower and lower until it was hovering just above the courtyard of the hotel (if you can even call it that). It was an open area with rollercoasters and games all around. The Avengers couldn't believe they hadn't heard of this place before! It was amazing! The demigods, however, were shocked that the mortals could even see what was around them. The Mist was either weakening (unlikely) or the Avengers were starting to become clear sighted (could be bad).

"Ok, everyone, get out before this thing crashes!" Natasha yelled, gripping the steering gear like a lifeline.

It probably wasn't even her demanding voice that got everyone off the jet quickly, but they did anyway. The demigods and Avengers found themselves huddled behind a concession stand while they surveyed the area. It was easier for the demigods, who could naturally see through the veil of Mist surrounding it. The Avengers' eyes were refocusing every couple of seconds because something like a stuffed bear would turn into a stuffed Minotaur and then back into a bear again.

"Stay close, team. We're in unknown territory," Steve immediately slipped into his leadership role.

"Do you guys see Percy?" Hazel asked, looking around for her friend with a worried expression on her face.

"Um...yeah, I do. Over there," Frank's hand pointed towards the ferris wheel, and everyone's eyes followed it's path.

It led directly to the center of the storm, just as they all secretly knew it would. Everyone wanted to believe their friend or colleague couldn't be capable of creating a "natural" disaster until it happens. Now the team was left to clean up the mess.

"Oh, great. This should be fun," Tony sarcastically commented, seeing that Percy's eyes were closed and he was just sitting there on his knees.

He wasn't even wet, or affected by the storm at all. It seemed to be molding around the boy. The cracks on the ground had even left him alone. Percy was a force of nature.

"How are we going to get to him, let alone make him stop all of this?!" Jason asked, raising his voice to be heard over the screaming wind.

"I don't think he'll hurt us. He let us come down with the plane. If it was anyone else, he would've let it tear apart, but not us. He wants us to help him, and we're going to do just that, okay?" Piper answered, standing up.

She still had to stabilize herself on the cart, but she kept herself up. Everyone else in the group still looked skeptical of her plan, if you could even call it that, but they followed her lead and stood up as well.

With a calm determination only a demigod could possess in the face of battle, she started the trek over to their friend. Percy didn't make a move, either not seeing them or not caring.

"Percy. Percy. Listen to my voice, Percy. Everything is going to be alright. You need to focus on my voice, Percy," Piper started to say even though the wind was carrying it away a second later.

They had to try everything, and given the fact that the wind seemed to slow down just a tiny bit, Piper took it as a win.

The Avengers and the rest of the Seven were making slow movement, their feet feeling like lead as they forced themselves to keep going. They were grabbing onto whatever was nailed to the ground for support as small tremors rocked the building. It was obvious there had been a different, major earthquake that had caused most of the damage, so they weren't complaining about aftershocks.

"Keep going! We're almost there!" Steve yelled, digging his shield into the ground for something to hold onto.

It took a long time for a short distance, but they eventually made it to right in front of Percy. He had still shown no sign of knowing they were there.

"Percy! Can you hear us?!" Jason shouted, grabbing onto his gladius that he had previously stabbed into the ground.

Still no movement, though a tear did fall down his cheek. It was the only water that had actually touched him so far. Everyone but him was soaked to the bone, while he had stayed completely unaffected. Jason kneeled down and tried shaking his friend, only to be pushed back by a blast of water.

While he was sputtering out the liquid, Tony said, "We need a new plan! This isn't working!"

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock! But do you see a plan laying around here somewhere, cuz' I don't!" Piper shouted.

That's when a sea breeze blew through the area and under their noses. Unlike the stormy sea smell that Percy was radiating right now, this one was calming and gave you the feeling of a relaxing day at the beach. Jason was the quickest one to realize what was happening, so he warned everyone else as quick as possible, "Close your eyes!"

The Seven followed his instructions without question, being used to this by now (plus Jason wasn't planning on nearly dying again). The Avengers, however, were a divided front. Natasha, Clint, and Steve all did as they were told, not willing to take a chance on Frank being wrong about whatever he was scared of. Tony and Bruce, did not. They looked around at Frank like he was crazy. Fortunately, they had turned enough so that when there was a blinding flash of light and a small pop, nobody had seen it full-on. What was left afterwards was a man in a hawaiian shirt and sandals. He had tan bermuda shorts and a beat-up old fishing hat with the words Neptune's Lucky Fishing Hat on it. But those weren't the most shocking features about the man. What was most shocking was his similarity to Percy. His skin tone, matching Percy's. His hair color, matching Percy's with only a few more grey spots. His eyes, matching Percy's without a doubt. Natasha was the first of the Avengers to come to the startling realization that this was Percy's supposedly missing-at-sea father.

He was completely unaffected by the storm swirling around them. Physically, at least. He seemed to be really worried about his son, and only spared a glance at the other befores crouching in front of Percy. He put his hands on his son's shoulders and gently shook him.

"Son, wake up," Poseidon said, "You have to stop this."

Percy made a groaning sound and slitted his eyes open. His arms were wrapped around his stomach in pain.

"Ow," he muttered.

Poseidon cracked a small smile, though his eyebrows were still furrowed in worry, "That's what happens when you create a tropical storm and earthquake in the middle of Nevada."

Percy's eyes shot open, "Dad?! What're you doing here?!"

Poseidon gave him a frown, "Making sure my son doesn't kill himself."

Percy grimaced, holding himself just a little bit tighter at the reminder of what was currently still going on around them.

"Percy, what were you thinking?!" the god of the sea exclaimed.

The boy knew he was in the wrong, so he just shrugged and gave his father a misty-eyed, helpless look, "I can't make it stop, Dad. What do I do?"

Poseidon sighed. Seeing how fragile his son was right now broke his heart.

"You can let me help. We'll stop it together."

Percy nodded, letting the deity help him to his feet and support him once he got there. Neither man spared a glance at the assembled group of heroes behind them, instead turning determined faces towards the storm.

"You focus on the earthquakes. I'll take care of the storm, Perseus," Poseidon said.

The son of the sea god nodded, kneeling down so he had his hands placed on the ground. He closed his eyes and focused; focused only on the shaking, and then imagined the shaking receding like the tide. Then, eventually, it stopped all together.

He felt a large weight be lifted off his shoulders at the feeling of his power pulling itself back inside of him. His father had made quick work of the storm, and now all that was left was a trashed mystical hotel and casino.

Percy turned back to father, and gave him a small, grateful, exhausted smile, "Thanks, Dad. And I'm sorry for letting it get so out of hand. I know better than that."

Poseidon grasped his son in a bone-crushing hug, "It's okay, son. I'm not one to talk. Remember San Francisco?" he turned to a whisper, "That was my own version of a temper-tantrum. Don't tell your Uncle Zeus, though. He'd skin me alive if he knew the real reason I did that."

Percy's smile widened just a bit, "Okay, dad. You can let me go now. This is getting weird. We don't do this. You're not even supposed to be here right now."

At first, that last thought was just a flippant comment, but now Percy realized just how much trouble he, or his father, could be in with Zeus because of this.

"Dad! You're not even supposed to be here right now! You have to go! Right now, before Uncle Z finds out!" he shouted, shoving himself out of the hug.

Poseidon laughed, "Persues, think about it. You just created a 7.1 earthquake in Nevada, while simultaneously making a category 5 hurricane pop up nowhere near the coast. I think he noticed. He was actually the one to send me. He thought I'd be the only way to calm you down."

He gave his son a meaningful glance, and he got a sheepish neck rub in return.

Poseidon sighed again, "It's okay. He's not too mad. He's actually pretty happy that it wasn't one of his kids this time."

The god finally turned and acknowledged the other people in the room, giving Jason a look. Jason didn't seem to know what to do with that. He just kinda stood there, in shock that he had been noticed by Neptu- Poseidon.

Frank and Hazel both kneeled, soon followed by the rest of the demigods. It seemed that everyone was still recovering from the storm, and wasn't sure what to do with the fact that Percy's dad (a literal god) just showed up and was speaking with their friend like they were best buds (or more accurately, father and son).

The Avengers were giving incredulous looks to everyone, even the superspies. Ok, so first, a random fisherman shows up, then they find out that the guy is actually Percy's father, and then dad helps stop a natural disaster. But that was all easier to process than the kids kneeling to Percy's dad. Like he was God or something!

"Um, is anyone going to explain what the hell is going on right now?" Tony asked, head whipping back and forth between the look-a-like father and son and the rest of the teens.

Poseidon turned to the billionaire with an amused smile on his face, "Anthony Stark. Nice to finally meet you. My nephew enjoyed your work."

Percy snorted, realizing just what nephew his dad was talking about. Of course Ares would like a weapons manufacturer.

Tony smirked, smug, "Well, thank you, random stranger. That means absolutely nothing coming from you because we have not yet been introduced. I'm Tony Stark."

Poseidon turned to his son, "I like this one. Very brave."

"Give it a minute," Percy said, "It'll pass."

Ignoring the billionaire's protests, Poseidon turned to the demigods assembled, "Rise, half-bloods. You have saved Olympus enough to not need to kneel to me."

They cautiously rose.

"Olympus? Half-bloods? What are you talking about? Who are you?" Natasha asked, narrowing her eyes at the stranger.

She didn't trust him. He radiated too much power, power that was too similar to Percy's for her liking.

"I am Poseidon, Percy's father and a couple other titles. You may call me Lord Poseidon," was the answer she got.

She raised her eyebrows. The guy had a strong god-complex. Though she had met Thor before, and he had one just the same. Maybe these were more Asgardians or something like that.

"What are you?" Clint asked, not realizing just how much he was pushing it.

Poseidon's gaze darkened, "Be careful how you speak to me, mortal. I am being very gracious right now."

"Are you implying that you aren't mortal? Like Thor?" Bruce spoke up, literally surprising everyone.

The fact that he had come along was a miracle in itself, and now he was speaking to this obviously-powerful man.

Poseidon's nose wrinkled in disgust, "Thor is nothing like me. He is no god."

Percy decided to break in before things could get out of hand again, "Ok! Dad, you should probably get going. You know, oceans to run and everything!"

Poseidon's shark-like glare softened for his son and he nodded. But before he could leave, he pulled Percy aside.

"Tell them. You have our permission," he said.

Percy smirked, "I think I got that from you throwing around words like 'Olympus' and 'half-blood,' Dad."

Poseidon turned serious, "Be careful in the near future, my son. You have a rough journey through the Sea of Monsters to rescue Ms. Chase. She is on Polyphemus' island. That is all I could gather for you. I hope it is enough to keep you alive. I know it would be a fool's errand to try and convince you to not go. Your fatal flaw prevents it."

"I'll be okay, Dad. I promise."

Poseidon noticed how he didn't swear it on the River Styx. So Perseus had just as many doubts about this quest as he did. He refused to lose another son, though.

Placing a hand on Percy's shoulder, he spoke one last time, "Just be careful, Percy. For me, if you must."

Percy nodded.

"Alright," Poseidon said, "Everyone close your eyes!"

This time, everyone, including the mortals, listened.

Once the light had died down, Percy turned back to the Avengers and his friends, a hugely-apologetic look on his face.

"I'm so sorry, guys. Did anyone get hurt?" he asked, walking up to them.

"Reports are showing that there were only mild injuries, no fatalities," JARVIS' voice spoke from Tony's suit.

Percy felt some worry leave him at that reassurance, but the peace only lasted so long. He saw that every one of the Avengers were looking to the teenagers for an explanation, and now they had permission to give it.

The son of Poseidon heaved a great sigh, rubbing his gut again, "I think it's time you knew the truth. The full truth this time."

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Frailty and Fortune: Chapter 8

PJO Arranged Marriage/Royalty AU Part 10

Rating: T | Pairing: Solangelo

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Summary: A few months have passed since Prince Nico’s wedding to William of Solace. Even with his husband at his side, Will sometimes feels lonely as he settles into his new life. He misses his home, his family, his friends, and his studies in Venadica. Meanwhile, Nico is uncertain how to help him, awkward about expressing himself, and he wonders if he’ll ever be able to truly make his husband happy. As time goes by and Will continues to feel lost in his new home, Will and Nico must both learn how to make their marriage work.

Will frowned as he read the words on the paper in front of him again, his fingers fumbling with the buttons on his waistcoat. Mellie had brought him a letter from Lityerses earlier and he’d been puzzling over it all morning.

Most of the letter was straightforward—Lityerses updated Will on Zoe’s wellness (to Will’s satisfaction, she was progressing as expected) and told him that plans for renovating the mines were moving forward, albeit at a slower pace than Lityerses suspected was necessary. But it was the final couple of paragraphs that had Will confused.

“I worry that the events in Phrygia may have disrupted your life more than necessary,” Lityerses had written. “Forgive me if I speak out of turn, but I have been concerned about you since your departure. I apologize for the tension my family forced between you and the Prince and I sincerely regret any trouble I personally may have caused in your marriage.

“I am no stranger to household distress. For a long time, I have felt as though I could not speak out against my father, but thanks to you, I now feel safe enough and courageous enough to raise my voice. I hope you never find yourself in a similar situation, but if you do, you may consider me an ally.”

At first, Will had thought that Lityerses meant to express the kind concern of a friend, but the last sentence caught him off guard, the same way Cecil had at his wedding when he voiced his worries about Will’s marriage.

Will reached the last button on his waistcoat but couldn’t find the corresponding hole, and he looked down to see that—for the second time that day—he’d buttoned it incorrectly. Sighing, Will undid the buttons to start over.

Lityerses hadn’t seemed to have a problem with Nico before. Granted, he had seemed concerned when Will left, and Will supposed he couldn’t blame Lityerses for that. Nico had lost his temper several times in Phrygia and his jealousy hadn’t been at all well-concealed. But surely Nico hadn’t behaved badly enough for Lityerses to compare him to Midas?

Finally finishing his waistcoat, Will picked up the letter and sat on the edge of his bed to examine it. His situation wasn’t like Lityerses’. He’d resolved everything with Nico. He had plenty of freedom in the Palatium de Divitae.

Well. Will could stand a bit more freedom. For one thing, he’d like the ability to choose to leave the grounds whenever he liked, but he understood Nico’s insistence that he bring a guard with him. Will had the freedom to leave so long as he followed the rules. He was planning to go into the city that day, in fact.

And yes, Will would like more to do inside the palace. He’d appreciate being able to work in the infirmary, but Akhlys wasn’t going to let him. He wanted to help Divitia, or Angelus, or even Pluto as a whole, but he hadn’t been very useful so far.

So maybe Lityerses had a point. Will couldn’t lie to himself; he did feel trapped in the palace. None of that had to do with Nico, though.

Then again, Nico hadn’t been much help, either.

Will started at a light rap on the doorframe and turned to see his husband watching him.

“Is that another letter from your family?” Nico asked.

Will folded the letter in half, irrationally worried that Nico would be able to read its contents from across the room. “No, from Lityerses,” he said, carefully watching Nico’s reaction. Nico didn’t say anything, but Will noticed his expression tighten. “Are you still jealous?” he asked.

“No,” Nico said, but it was an obvious lie.

“Because we’ve talked about this,” Will said. “You don’t need to be jealous.”

“I’m not.”

Will opened his mouth to reassure him again, but thought better of it and stopped himself. Badgering Nico further would only embarrass him.

Nico cleared his throat and nodded to the paper in Will’s hands. “What did he say?”

Will tightened his grip on Lityerses’ letter. He didn’t want to lie to Nico, but what was he supposed to say? “Lityerses thinks you mistreat me”? That would only upset Nico.

“That is, uh, I mean—you don’t have to tell me,” Nico said, glancing down at his shoes. “I didn’t mean to pry. I just meant...if you’d like to share. Or don’t.”

Will nodded. He could tell that Lityerses still made Nico uncomfortable, but he also knew that Nico was trying. Nico only meant to express interest, the same way he did when Will received letters from his family.

“He updated me on his sister’s health,” Will said. “And he thinks Midas has been stalling the construction planning, so he asked for advice.”

“I see,” Nico said, folding his arms and looking at the marble floor between them instead of at Will directly. “So you and Lityerses are...friends?”

“I think so, yes.”

“Right,” Nico said. “Good.”

Will frowned at Nico’s uncertain tone, but he refrained from saying anything.

Nico glanced up at Will’s face and sighed, letting his arms fall back to his sides. “I’m not jealous anymore. Especially not after what we talked about yesterday.” He took a seat next to Will on the bed and continued, “I’ve always been terrified to tell you about...well, you know. And since we argued in Phrygia, I’ve been especially nervous because I thought it was only a matter of time before we argued again. So when you reacted the way you did yesterday, I felt relieved. I know you love me. I know I don’t have to be jealous.”

Will frowned. Nico should know not to be jealous because Will told him not to be jealous. Why did Nico need more? And why did natural birth matter so much to him when he claimed he didn’t care about Will’s?

Because of Minos, Will remembered. Of course Will’s unconditional acceptance meant so much after Minos had trained Nico to be ashamed. For Nico, natural birth was something very different than it was for Will.

“Nico, I didn’t react the way I did because I love you,” Will said. “I reacted that way because that’s how any decent person should.”

“Perhaps so,” Nico said. “But you’re still amazingly kind.”

Will averted his eyes. He wasn’t especially good or kind. Nico only thought so because he’d been treated so poorly in the past.

And Nico might feel differently if he knew Will had spent the morning thinking that maybe he wasn’t quite happy with his marriage.

Nico cleared his throat. “So why are you dressed like that?”

Will looked down at his clothes. He’d decided to wear consor attire that morning. “I was thinking of going into the city again today, so I chose some clothes that would blend in more. Don’t worry—I promise to take a guard this time.”

Nico shook his head. “You’ll have to wait for another day. You need to prepare more thoroughly—have a schedule of your activities, mapped routes, evacuation plans and such. I can talk to Hedge about setting up a trip for you if you’d like.”

“A schedule?” Will asked. “But I was perfectly safe last time.”

“Will, last time you went into the city, you lost your shoes, coat, buttons, and coin purse. Frankly, you’re lucky you weren’t mugged. You have to take matters of safety more seriously now that you’re a part of the royal family.”

Will frowned. “But you used to shirk your guards all the time when we were courting.”

“On the grounds of well-guarded estates and in safe sororal cities, yes—but never in Divitia,” Nico pointed out. “Besides, we’re not courting anymore. You are my husband now and there are new rules of conduct. Just stay within the palace grounds for today. There’s plenty to occupy yourself with here.” Nico set his hand on Will’s sleeve and continued, “And if you can’t think of anything to do, you could always entertain me.”

It was said jokingly, but Will couldn’t manage a smile. “Right,” he said. “Then I suppose I’ll get some reading done.”

A flicker of disappointment danced across Nico’s face, but it was quickly gone. “Change your clothes first,” Nico said, pinching Will’s sleeve between his fingers. “This fabric is awful. I’ll send someone to pick out a more appropriate outfit.”

Will almost argued that he’d rather choose his own attire, thank you very much, but he bit his tongue and nodded anyway.

Nico kissed his cheek. “Come find me when you’ve finished your reading.”

Will stood in place while Nico left. He didn’t reach out to Nico or kiss him back. He didn’t want to.

Nico wasn’t like Midas, but perhaps Lityerses wasn’t wrong to be concerned. Will’s marriage wasn’t perfect. He was frustrated with his life at the palace, with his inability to do anything meaningful, with his lack of freedom—and maybe he was upset with Nico for contributing to it.

“I shouldn’t be too angry with him,” Will whispered to himself. Nico was only enforcing the rules and trying to keep Will safe. He wasn’t confining Will on purpose. He loved Will. And honestly, Nico telling him to change his clothes didn’t bother Will much.

Except...maybe it did. While Will knew that his fashion sense was lacking, this wasn’t a matter of mismatched separates—it was Will’s consor attire that Nico had said he disliked. These clothes were a symbol of something that was important to Will.

And what had Nico meant by “you could always entertain me”? Will’s purpose as Nico’s husband wasn’t to entertain him. He knew that Nico had meant it jokingly, but lately, Will had felt like that was all he was good for. Nico hadn’t asked Will for his advice since Phrygia, Akhlys had all but banished him from the infirmary, and even Reyna had told Will that his ideas for city improvement were flawed. This wasn’t what a marriage was supposed to be like. Daphne and Lou Ellen had their own responsibilities and jobs to perform around the Sun Palace, and even Hyacinthus, a courtesan, ran parts of Apollo’s estate. Perhaps it was because Will was new to the Palatium de Divitae and hadn’t earned his position yet, but sometimes, Will felt more like an entertainer for Nico than a husband.

It’ll change, Will tried to tell himself. Everything was still new. It had only been a few months since the wedding. They’d talked in Phrygia and Nico had told Will how much he valued him.

Will took a deep breath. Maybe he was overreacting. It would take time for him to settle into the palace. He would have to be patient and keep trying to help where he could. If he showed everyone that he was ready, then they’d start to trust him with more responsibilities.

Will picked up his jacket and slid his arms inside, deciding to forgo Nico’s fashion advice in favor of wearing his consor attire. Since he couldn’t go into the city, he’d try talking to Reyna again instead.

* * *

When Nico entered the palace library that afternoon, it was with much more of a spring in his step than he generally had on his way to his lessons. While he sometimes enjoyed self-study, he’d always hated attending lessons with the self-important, pretentious palace tutors who always seemed disappointed in him. Even Reyna’s lessons were barely tolerable.

But ever since his conversation with Will the day before, Nico had felt unusually relieved, like a physical burden had been lifted from his shoulders. For a while after Phrygia, it had seemed like Will was growing distant, but their talk had left Nico without doubts: Will was one of the most wonderful things that had ever happened to him.

And the sooner Nico finished his afternoon lesson, the sooner he’d be able to find Will and spoil him for it.

To Nico’s surprise, he found Will sooner than expected, standing across from Reyna at a library desk and looking over some maps and documents. For reasons that Nico could not fathom, he was still dressed in his consor clothes, but he did look up and smile at Nico, which Nico thought made the ensemble look much better.

“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Nico said. “What are you wearing?”

Will’s smile faltered. “I forgot to change,” he said, and then turned his attention away again.

Nico shifted his weight, recalling the time that Reyna had suggested he’d teased Will too harshly about his attire and wondering if he’d gone too far again.

“Did you need something, Your Highness?” Reyna asked.

Nico blinked in confusion. “My lesson?” he said. Had he gotten the time wrong?

“Is it that late already?” Reyna asked. “My apologies—I must have been distracted. Would you mind if we moved the lesson to tomorrow?”

Nico blinked. “You’re canceling a lesson?”

“Postponing,” Reyna corrected. “Will and I have been going over Divitia’s sewage system all day.”

“Sewage system...?” Nico repeated, and then, “Did you just call him ‘Will’?”

“I gave her permission months ago, but she barely ever does it,” Will muttered.

Reyna has never used Nico’s given name. Granted, he’d also never asked her to. Since when had he even wanted her to?

He’d deal with that later.

“What’s this about the sewage?” Nico asked. “Did something break?”

“No, it’s working as it should—that’s the problem,” Reyna answered. “His Highness thinks it’s outdated and inefficient.”

Will huffed. “Now it’s ‘Highness’ again?”

Reyna failed to conceal a smile and Nico felt suddenly, bizarrely envious, but he squashed the feeling down.

“So...the sewage system?” Nico prodded.

“I’ve been looking into it since I went to the city the other day,” Will said. “We’re trying to think of cost-effective ways to improve it.”

“Yesterday we discussed reaching out to Lityerses and the Matestra to ask about sanitation in their cities,” Reyna added. “The engineers of Phrygia and Venadica did especially impressive work. They might put us in contact with them.”

Nico felt another, sharper stab of jealousy. Not of Lityerses; what he’s told Will that morning was true. He knew that Will had no romantic interest in Lityerses—although he couldn’t say for sure that Lityerses felt the same—and he trusted that Will loved him.

But jealousy, as Nico knew well, was not exclusive to romantic situations. Nico had been prone to bouts of jealousy for as long as he could remember—he’d been jealous of Jason’s past with Reyna, of Hazel’s relationship with his parents, and, at least previously, of Will’s friendship with Lityerses. Nico was still learning how to manage his feelings and sometimes he wasn’t very good at it, but he had at least learned how to recognize them.

So yes, Nico was jealous. Nico was jealous that Will had gone to Reyna and not him. He’d planned to reach out to engineers, but not to Nico.

Nico swallowed and forced himself to remember the talk he’d had with Will after Phrygia. If Will didn’t tell Nico something, he had a reason.

But why? Why wouldn’t Will have gone to Nico, the Duke of Angelus, about his ideas for city improvement? Why wouldn’t Will go to his own husband? What reason could Will possibly have for not talking to him?

Nico knew why—if Will wouldn’t go to Nico, then he didn’t think Nico was worth talking to. It was because Will and Reyna were Venadi and Nico was not.

The King’s advisors brushed Nico aside often enough; it was nothing that Nico wasn’t used to. After all, Nico was the spoiled, hot-headed prince who’d been skipping his lessons since he was ten years old. What did Nico have to offer?

But Will had never brushed Nico aside before. He’d never acted like being Venadi made him better or smarter than Nico. Surely Nico was mistaken. Will wouldn’t treat him that way.

“I see,” Nico said. He hesitated, wondering if he should say something more or question them, but decided against it. He’d only lose his temper if he tried. His fingers flexed and he took a deep breath. “I have to go,” he said, and turned away. It wasn’t the best way to leave the conversation—Nico knew that—but he also knew that he had to take himself away from the situation.

I’ll calm down, then I’ll address this, Nico told himself. That was the right way to deal with his anger.

But he’d barely taken three steps down the corridor when he heard heels clicking on the marble floors and Will caught up to him.

“Are you alright?” Will asked.

“Perfectly,” said Nico, his voice sounding clipped even to his own ears. He tried again. “Go back to Reyna. We can talk later.”

Will hesitated for a second, but reached Nico again in two large strides. “You’re upset. Why are you so upset?”

“I’m not,” said Nico, but he knew his tone wouldn’t convince anyone. He tried walking faster, hoping that Will would take the hint and leave him alone.

“Something about my ideas obviously made you angry.”

Nico clenched his jaw. He continued walking towards his rooms but stopped trying to shake Will off. “Your ideas are fine. I don’t have a problem with your ideas.”

“Are you upset because I was going to contact Lityerses?”

“Lityerses!” Nico repeated, his blood heating up all over again. “No, this isn’t about Lityerses. I’ve already told you, Will—I don’t care about Lityerses. I’m not jealous of him.”

Nico avoided looking at Will, but he didn’t need to see Will’s face to know that Will still didn’t believe him.

For a moment, Will was quiet. “Then why are you so upset?” he asked.

“Because...” Nico started, but stopped. He glanced at a gold-framed mirror as they approached the stairs and caught Will’s eye in the reflection. He looked away again. “Were you going to tell me about your ideas?” he asked.

“Of course I was.”

Nico waited. Will didn’t elaborate. They climbed the stairs in silence.

“You didn’t mention you were asking Lityerses about the sanitation in Phrygia this morning.”

“You just said you didn’t care about him.”

“I don’t!” Nico insisted. “I just...I don’t understand why you didn’t mention you were discussing ideas with him.”

“Because I haven’t yet.”

“But you’re going to?”

“I plan to, yes.”

Again, Nico waited. Again, Will didn’t add anything else.

“Was this why you wanted to visit the city? To learn more about its sanitation?”

“Part of the reason.”

“And you’ve talked to Reyna about these ideas?”

“Yes.”

They’d reached their apartment. Nico stopped outside the door and finally turned to face Will. “But not me?”

Will sighed. It was the kind of frustrated sigh that Nico’s tutors sometimes gave him—not one that he expected to hear from Will. “I only approached her about this yesterday, Nico. I was going to talk to you, too.”

“When?”

Again Will sighed—the same frustrated, tired one as before, and gestured for Nico to enter their chambers for more privacy. Nico did, and Will shut the door behind them. “Nico, if you have something to say, please stop playing games with me and say it.”

Nico took a deep breath and gripped the lace edges of his sleeves. “I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t hide things from me anymore.”

At once, the frustrated look on Will’s face became hard and cold, like Nico had slammed one door shut and yanked another one open. “That doesn’t mean I need to report to you about everything I do,” Will snapped. “I’m tired of getting your permission for everything, Nico. I thought we agreed that you’d stop being so controlling, yet you demand to know my whereabouts at all times and you constantly tell me how to dress.”

“Controlling?” Nico repeated, hot anger welling up inside him yet again. “This has nothing to do with controlling you. You tried to go into the city after I clearly warned you it was dangerous, and now you’re planning to rebuild Divitia without telling me!”

Will scoffed. “Really, Nico? Rebuild? All I did was discuss ideas with your advisor.”

“Then why didn’t you discuss them with me?”

“Because Reyna and I are Venadi,” Will said, like it should have been obvious. “I wanted her input.”

Nico clenched his jaw. So he’d been right—it was because they were Venadi and Nico wasn’t. It was because Will thought Nico wasn’t smart enough or educated enough to be useful.

He swallowed, took a deep breath to steady himself, and said, “Do you think that because I’m not Venadi, I don’t need to know the details of what goes on in my duchy?”

“I only met with Reyna once about this before today,” Will said. “I was going to bring my ideas to you once we’d made them more presentable.”

“And how long would that have taken? Would you have gone weeks without consulting me?”

“I don’t know. Does it matter? I wasn’t hiding things from you.”

“Yes, it does matter. You don’t have the authority to make plans for the city on your own. You are not the prince. You are not the duke. Those titles belong to me. You are only a consort.”

For a moment, Will was silent. Then— Only a consort?” he whispered.

Nico almost backed down, but he held his stance—feet set wide apart, hands balled into fists, and shoulders firm. He would not let Will look down on him.

“Yes,” Will said finally, his voice sounding halting and shaky but so cold that Nico barely recognized it. “I am your consort. You want me to play the part of an obedient husband? Very well. I will be obedient. I will stay in the palace. I will dress the way you want me to dress. I will speak only to the people you allow me to speak to about the things you allow me to discuss. But do not expect me to act both subservient and content. If you insist upon being my prince, then that is all you will be.”

“Excuse me?” Nico said, but Will had already started to retreat to his own room.

Then the crushing realization of what Nico had just said finally dawned on him. He’d lost his temper again. He’d gotten angry and started spewing nonsense and he had, once again, hurt Will.

He wanted to apologize. He wanted to beg Will for forgiveness and ask him to stay so that they could talk like they had in the carriage ride from Phrygia. But Nico was still angry and confused and when he opened his mouth, what came out was, “Where do you think you’re going?”

Will paused and turned back. “Do you have any idea how bored and frustrated I’ve felt since we married? Because you have done nothing but make me feel even more suffocated. You constantly tell me where to go and what to wear and who to speak to. And now you tell me that I’m not even allowed to think about projects without consulting you because I’m only your consort? Only?”

“I think you misunderstood what I meant—” Nico started, but Will cut him off.

“No, Your Highness, I don’t think I did. This is not the first time you have talked down to me. You did this in Salacia, then in Phrygia, and I refuse to allow it any longer. When you’re ready to apologize, you’ll likely find me in my rooms or in the gardens, as it seems those are the only places I’m allowed to go without getting permission first.”

“Will, wait—” Nico called out again, but Will had already disappeared into his own room, the door slamming loudly behind him.

“No,” Nico whispered.

He’d done it again. He’d opened his mouth when he should have kept it shut, he’d lost his temper, and now he was going to lose Will.

* * *

Will slammed the door shut and without stopping to consider what he was doing, he slid the golden bolt to lock it. He pressed his back against the door and slid to the floor, hiding his head between his knees and shutting his eyes so that he couldn’t hear Nico outside or see the gilded walls of his bedchamber.

Only a consort.

This is exactly what Will had feared, yet he had been so certain it would never happen. Only a consort—like Will was a lover but not a partner, like being a consort wasn’t good enough, like Will would never be Nico’s equal. Only a consort—like Nico had forgotten everything else Will could be and would never, ever give Will the life he wanted.

Because the truth was, Will hated his new life. He’d tried to see the best in it. He’d tried to be happy. But the fact remained: Will was miserable in Divitia. He hated that he had nothing to do, that he felt useless all the time, and that he was confined to the palace grounds. He hated that Nico only seemed interested in Will’s advice when he asked for it and that Nico seemed to prize Will as a trophy more than a partner.

And Will was angry. He was angry at Nico all over again, even more than he’d been in Phrygia. Will had never learned how to deal with anger because he’d always avoided it. The fury fell over him like waves that crashed into him and then rolled back just as suddenly, leaving Will exhausted and distraught until the wave reared back and fell over him again. Tired and confused, with his emotions muddled together like sticky wet sand, Will could do nothing but fall to the floor and cry.

He’d thought they’d gotten past this. He thought Nico appreciated him. Had everything Nico said in the carriage ride from Phrygia been a lie? Did Nico even really know him? Did Will even know Nico?

Will lifted his head to rub his palms over his wet eyes. All his life, he’d had people defending him and fighting his battles for him, but he didn’t have his aunt, friends, or older siblings there to take care of him anymore. He needed to learn to look after himself. He could not keep allowing people to walk on him—least of all his own husband. Nico wanted a subservient disciple and a happy lover, but Nico could not have both.

#I forgot to post this earlier oops #solangelo #solangelo fanfiction #solangelo fanfic #Will Solace #Nico di Angelo #arranged marriage au #my fic

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choupichoups · 5 years

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✎ Coup d’État

“You seen the new kid yet?”

“Gangster pants, black hoodie?”

“Yeah, how much you wanna bet he’s another Ares punk?”

“Ugh, no, as if we need any more of those.”

“Oooh, maybe Hades? He’s got the style for it.”

“What, like he just rolled out of the dumpster?”

Or: A PJO au snippet where Eliott, son of Apollo, meets his trash baby panda of a soulmate— until he’s not (a trash panda, that is, he’s still his soulmate)

@salutmonmec

✶

It’s so fucking hot.

“You seen the new kid yet?”

He’s going to burn if he stays a second longer under the sun.

“Gangster pants, black hoodie?”

Hoodie? Who wears a hoodie in this weather? God, what’s the point of his father being the literal god of the sun if he’s still affected by this hellish heat? His dad’s a real jackass for not giving them immunity.

“Yeah, how much you wanna bet he’s another Ares punk?”

“Ugh, no, as if we need any more of those.”

Eliott splashes sadly, the lake water barely reaches his chest even when sitting down so he has to awkwardly hunch over in order to submerge his entire body into cooling off.

“Oooh, maybe Hades? He’s got the style for it.”

“What, like he just rolled out of the dumpster?”

A chorus of laughter. Someone snorts like a pig.

“Hey, Eliott, what do you think?”

Eliott looks up, blinking sleepily up at his half brothers. “I dunno.”

“Thank you for your input, enlightening as always.”

He flips them off, sighing as he drops his chin down and makes bubbles into the water.

“Let’s get out of here before we start looking like raisins.”

“You already look like a raisin, Chad.”

“Fuck off, Hunter, at least my skin has room to breath. You’re one protruding vein away from being a walking block of ham.”

“Hey!”

The guys start dragging their dripping bodies out of the lake but Eliott lags behind, unwilling to part with his newfound home. Yes, he thinks he’ll stay here for the rest of the summer.

“Eliott, come on bro, we don’t wanna miss the bonfire!” Hunter is the last to wade out the water apart from Eliott, turning around with wide, expectant eyes.

“Right, don’t want them longing for your wonderful voice too much,” Eliott says blandly.

“Damn right!” Hunter pushes dark blond strands off of his face, bending down to retrieve the clothes he’d discarded by the rocks. Evidently, the guy miscalculates as his back collides with a protruding boulder and it sends him bouncing back into the water like an inflatable mascot.

Eliott laughs so hard he tips over and accidentally dunks his own head underwater. When he resurfaces, everything is a hell of a lot blurrier than it had originally been.

Great, his contacts got washed away again. Fucking Hunter.

“Are you two done being morons yet or do you need more time?” Chad calls out from behind a tree, already dressed in his damp shirt and basketball shorts.

Hunter grumbles all through slotting his legs back into his own shorts, shirt nowhere to be seen. Eliott could have sworn all of them had shirts on before hitting up the lake earlier.

Begrudgingly, he crawls back on land, figuring he’s already left the medic bay long enough for at least one camper to probably pass out from loss of blood. From a papercut. Demigod children can get quite dramatic in the face of pain.

He takes his time getting dressed, not minding at all when the voices of his brothers get too far from him to hear. They’re headed a different direction from him anyway and Eliott is very much not ready to leave the breezy comfort under the shade of these trees as of yet.

There’s a rustling from the nearby bushes, followed by what sounds like the rushed footsteps of about four or five people. Eliott sticks his head out curiously, squinting to aid his vision.

A group of Ares campers are charging towards a lone figure, led by Nathan, a particularly nasty addition to the Ares cabin. Eliott can’t clearly identify the dark blob they’re targeting from this distance but he’s guessing it’s the new kid. Fits the bill— loose dark clothing despite the heat, face obscured by the low fabric of his hood.

Eliott moves to approach just as they have the boy surrounded. He looks tiny compared to them and Eliott can’t help it— it’s in his nature to care. He knows it’s nothing too bad, he’s all too familiar with the Ares cabin’s toilet dunking initiation rules. Many brave souls have tried to upend this ritual but to no avail. But maybe if Eliott makes his presence known, they’d let the boy off the hook for the meantime.

Though before he could take another step, something peculiar happens.

There’s no real explanation for it— the shift in the atmosphere is subtle, but the air seems thicker somehow, smelling of something sweet. So sweet Eliott’s almost tempted to move closer, dive into it and drench himself in its presence.

And... everything looks pink? What?

He quickly shakes his head, physically flailing his arms around as if to swat the feeling away. When he looks up, the new guy’s back is to Eliott, facing the Ares kids now with his hood down. There’d be nothing too shocking in this picture if it weren’t for the fact that Nathan and his lackeys are completely immobile. Eliott can’t quite make out the exact expression on their faces but from what his blurry vision allows, it’s pretty easy to spot them all slack-jawed, maybe even dazed.

The boy replaces the hood over his head and walks away, untouched.

What the hell just happened there?

✶

The other campers start gathering around the campfire almost immediately after he gets back to the medic bay, his half siblings being the first ones present, taking turns on the guitar and belting out songs to their hearts’ content. Although Eliott has always been too shy to sing so publicly, he’d normally be out there listening and laughing along with them.

But he’s honestly feeling so gross right now. It’s probably the worst summer day of this cycle so far— he’d spilled coffee on himself shortly after his little dip in the lake, ruining the fresh shirt he’d put on right off the bat. The stain is a glaring map over the center of his chest and the many, many kids (an atrocious amount, considering there’s been less than an hour between the time at the lake and the campfire) that got sent to the medic bay in danger of a fucking heatstroke didn’t let him forget about its existence.

Pushing his glasses up his nose, Eliott sighs, wondering if he should even bother to change or at least try to wash out the stain. On one hand, it’s late in the day and they should all be headed to sleep soon anyway while on the other hand, Eliott just wants to feel like a decent human being before hitting up the bonfire.

The decision is made from him when a commotion starts up, the air ringing with anticipation and a few gasps from the younger kids resonating above the shocked silence from the rest.

Eliott stumbles out, cold coffee in hand and medic coat thrown haphazardly over his dirty shirt— not that it helps any, as the thing’s unbuttoned and still showing off his spectacular stain. He stands beside Tristan and Hunter, eyes following the human shaped pink glow from across the campfire.

But the fire rises in tandem with the campers’ heightened excitement, a golden barrier between Eliott and the occurring spectacle. Slowly, he steps to the side, long legs carrying him forward to where he can see clearly.

And what a dizzying view it is.

In front of him stands the new kid, except not really. The boy is surrounded by a pale pink light, and gone is the hideous hoodie and baggy pants combo— he’s dressed in a white shirt, soft and loose, showing off more collarbone than the boy is obviously comfortable with, considering how he crosses his arms over his shoulders with an audible squeak. His pants look equally soft, but fitted, dark fabric displaying a pair of legs that a part of Eliott’s brain can’t seem to stop observing. For science purposes. His skin is lightly tanned, looking like the smoothest cut of marble one might ever have the privilege of running a hand over. Eliott admits that he’d go to great lengths to prove that theory right.

The boy takes a small step back, appearing one breath away from bolting. Eliott feels the stress rolling off of him in waves.

Eliott must’ve twitched, breathed too loud, done something, because the boy’s eyes, wide and slightly panicked, flicker straight to him, meeting Eliott’s surely idiotic expression with a flutter of unfairly long lashes. Fuck, that pink glow is yet to fade away. He looks like an angel, it’s downright devastating. His hair’s been pushed back from his face, like a hand had brushed through it to make the most beautiful mess. Eliott’s eyes are free to wander, following the sharp cut of cheekbones down to a perfectly angled nose. He reaches dangerous territory at the sight of a pale rose lip bitten and trapped under the boy’s front teeth.

His eyes snap back up and their gazes lock, Eliott’s glasses slipping down his nose a minor occurrence that he pays no attention to. Not when he’s busy immersing himself in those eyes— a glittering pool indescribable. Eliott is a prodigy of the arts, one of the few things Apollo has done right by his children, but he feels the need to create a whole new spectrum of colour to justly describe the hue of this boy’s eyes alone. And isn’t that some food for thought.

“Wow,” he blurts out, unable to withstand the utter beauty being presented right before him and the consequent poetry his mind is spewing all over the place.

Except he says it a little too loud and now the attention’s all on him.

He sputters, shocked into movement like an old engine stuttering back to life. Unfortunately, he forgets about the cup of coffee he’s been holding onto so his halted flailing sends more coffee dripping down the front of his shirt, creating a new stain to keep the first one company.

“Ah!” The cold shock of it sends him stumbling backwards and his own two feet tangle in his rush to save himself from accidentally falling into the fucking campfire. He’s thrown sideways by the force of his misbalance and he goes diving onto the ashy pile of dirt beside the fire, landing in front of his siblings’ gleeful faces.

“Nice one, Beli.” Chad snickers, large hand coming down to pat at Eliott’s hair.

He doesn’t have the energy to protest the nickname. Instead, he pours out the rest of the coffee from his paper cup and chucks it at Chad’s head. It hits him right on the forehead, Apollo’s godly aim blessing Eliott for once in his life.

When Eliott looks back over, a pretty flush of red has settled high atop the boy’s cheeks, spreading over his nose in an adorable show of embarrassment. Some of the others let out an infatuated sigh at the sight of it, and Eliott would’ve too, probably, if he didn’t feel like he’s gotten hit by a freight train once and then backed over twice for good measure.

Jenna, counselor of the Aphrodite cabin, jumps up from her position on the ground and takes the new kid into her arms. “Finally!” she screeches, ruffling his hair roughly. The other Aphrodite girls happily join in to form a big group hug. They look like an overexcited party of unfairly beautiful nymphs. “Welcome home, brother!”

✶

Much later that night, Eliott ventures back out of the cabin— Hunter and Chad haven’t stopped yakking about the amount of protein intake they need to balance out their carbs while still maintaining an acceptable sugar level and Eliott really isn’t in the mood to join in on the conversation. The temperature’s much cooler now that the sun’s fully gone, enough that he has to change into a long sleeved shirt to keep the chill off of his skin.

He hasn’t walked very far when he spots a figure curled up atop a tree stump, gazing up at the stars with a hopeless sorrow that tugs immediately at Eliott’s heartstrings. Being an empath is both a blessing and a curse. Over time, Eliott’s learned to temper the part of him that latches onto another’s emotions. He’s tuned it out well enough for him to ignore the impulse most of the time.

But this boy radiates loneliness like a bird shot and abandoned, helpless yet surrendered to its fate.

“Hi.”

He tenses at the sound of Eliott’s voice so Eliott makes sure to approach slowly, waiting until the boy is fully turned towards him, watching his every move, before he takes a seat on the neighbouring stump off the new kid’s left side.

The boy nods but doesn’t say anything before tipping his head back up, eyes on the night sky.

“It’s a pretty nice spot, huh? We can see the stars clearly from here,” Eliott says, tilting his head until all he can see are the speckles of stars against the black backdrop. “I’m Eliott.”

From the corner of his eyes, he sees the boy fiddle with the ends of his sweatshirt— seems like he’s found another hoodie to hide under. “Lucas.”

Eliott turns his head, the speed of which it happens is almost outside of his control. It’s a strange feeling, being affected by the sound of a voice. Lucas breathes out the name soft and lilting and he’s sure Lucas doesn’t mean to do it, but the way he speaks is unerringly attractive.

Oh. Eliott whips his head back up to the sky, not wanting to make Lucas uncomfortable. That must be why he’s so damn quiet all the time.

They sit in silence for a while, Eliott privately steeling himself for the next sound coming from Lucas, who’s still curled up in his seat, legs folded in half and arms surrounding them tight.

Under the faint touch of campfire, he glows— a supernova crafted by Aphrodite herself. Eliott isn’t sure whether it’s the effect of the goddess’ blessing at work or if Lucas, unhindered by the weight of prying eyes, simply carries the moonlight under his skin.

“Do you see your favourite?” He tries again, hoping to get a lengthier response this time. The only way to get used to the allure of Lucas’ voice is to hear it over and over after all.

“Favourite?” Lucas speaks faster this time, although still a little wary.

“The constellations.” Eliott points up at the sky above them, tracing Lyra with the point of his finger. “They’re everywhere.”

Lucas mumbles an answer but Eliott fails to catch it. His listening skill is one Eliott takes pride in but Lucas talks inhumanly low even for someone as attentive as Eliott. Lucas clears his throat when Eliott gives him a blank look. “I don’t know. I don’t have a favourite.”

A whooping two sentences. Eliott feels a sort of warmth come over him at the sound of it but it’s nothing he can’t handle. The thought brings a grin to his face and Eliott soon feels himself relax, humming as they continue to stare upward.

“Mine is Pegasus.”

“Really?”

The voluntary response only furthers his giddiness. “Yup, it’s cute.”

“…cute.”

“Adorable! See, look.” Eliott hops up and crouches beside Lucas’ tree stump so that they’re viewing the sky from the same angle. “Follow my hand, see it over there?”

“I guess.”

“Don’t guess, it’s right there!”

“Okay.”

“You see now?”

“I guess.”

“Come on, Lucas.”

Gazing up at Lucas is quite the revelation. Lucas has to look down to where Eliott’s crouched down and from Eliott’s angle, his eyelashes are stupidly long. Or, well, not stupidly— rather beautifully, insanely, captivatingly. The blue in Lucas’ eyes are lit up with mirth and his lips, full and red and pursed, are quirked up in the corners with the smallest hint of a smile.

At the risk of sounding like a bad romance heroine, Eliott is instantly breathless.

“Eliott?”

His name coming from that voice quite literally knocks him on his ass. Eliott loses his balance and tumbles backwards, plopping into a seated position over dry grass instead of the careful crouch he’d opted for at the start.

“Yeah, yes, Pegasus, the cute bastard,” he rambles, barely saving the moment. “The constellation reminds me of a kid tryina draw a horse.”

Lucas is frowning up at the sky now and Eliott can practically hear the gears in his head turning. “That’s not cute, that’s ugly.”

“Jesus, you’re gonna make a child cry someday.”

He sees Lucas duck into the space between his chest and folded arms. Curiosity has Eliott subtly peeking forward and while Lucas’ smile is hidden behind his own arms, the curve of his eyes give him away— Eliott, emitting a surprised laugh at successfully making Lucas smile, wonders what he has to do to uncover that sight.

“Cassiopeia,” Lucas says only seconds into the next bout of silence.

“Hm?”

“It’s my favourite.”

“Oh.” His name is Lucas and he likes Cassiopeia. Eliott thinks that’s a pretty good start. “Cool.”

#fictag #elu fic #skam france #greekgodsau #maybe I can continue on being a functional member of society #now that I've written at least a bit of this #I know I know #thats a funny joke #me?? posting a thing without a photo to go with it?? who am I??#have a pencil

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thegoodthebadthesickly · 5 years

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Oh my god hi, ive been searching this hellsite for weeks trying to find a PJO/HoO writer and i finally found one! I would like to request Percy vomiting for you bingo thing, 😁

Hi Nonny! Sorry this took so long, but here you go!

Fandom: PJO/HoO

Request: Vomiting

Requested by Anonymous

(Star is completed, Swirl is requested)

@badthingshappenbingo

Request- Vomiting

Fandom- PJO/HoO

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Percy decided that he was officially subscribing to vegetarianism as he retched into the toilet bowl. He tried his best not to see the brownish-yellow mixture of bile and whatever else he'd eaten in the last twelve hours glaring up at him from the toilet bowl. With his stomach done expelling it's contents for the moment, Percy pulled the handle to flush the vomit and weakly pushed himself away from the toilet, leaning against the wall.

Stupid Fourth of July cookouts. Percy thought. Stupid hot dogs.

He had just enough time to catch his breath before his stomach twisted itself painfully once again. Clapping his hand over his mouth, Percy dove for the toilet again.

How is there anything left? Percy wondered as he sagged against the toilet, any energy to hold himself upright already long gone. His head just cleared the lip of the toilet before he heaved violently, convulsions shaking his whole body. Nothing happened. Percy coughed and gagged again as tears, snot, and spit ran down his face. Again, nothing.

There was a soft knock on the bathroom door. "Percy?" Annabeth's voice asked sympathetically. "How's it going in there?"

"If I tell you where Riptide is, would you put me out of my misery?" Percy moaned, his voice hoarse. Seeing that hanging over the toilet was getting him nowhere, he lowered himself to the ground, the tile felt nice and cool on his feverish skin.

"I'm not very keen on going to jail for manslaughter today." Annabeth laughed sympathetically and opened the door to the bathroom to see Percy in a heap on the floor beside the toilet. Her heart ached for him.

"I've decided to become a vegetarian." Percy said softly, closing his eyes. He just wanted to sleep. His body ached from how tense he was.

"Is that right?" Annabeth smiled, sitting down beside Percy and pulling his head into her lap. She softly pushed her fingers through his sweaty, knotted black hair.

A shiver ran down Percy's back as Annabeth played with his hair. She put a hand on his stomach and rubbed light circles.

"Mmm" He hummed, momentarily distracted from the nausea churning in his stomach.

Percy almost got to sleep-almost.

He gagged wetly and clamped his hand over his mouth as he tried to clamber up to the toilet.

Annabeth's arm got caught in the struggle and she couldn't move away fast enough.

Percy weakly tried to sit up and push himself away from Annabeth. Something wet pushed against his fingers.

No. No. Do not throw up on Annabeth! Percy pleaded internally.

Finally, the force of the bile pushing itself out of his stomach was too much. Percy dropped to all fours as vomit pushed through his fingers and onto the tile, making a disgusting plopping noise. Percy wretched again and closed his eyes as tears streamed down his cheeks and he tried to catch his breath.

"Oh gods!" Annabeth yelled from somewhere Percy couldn't see.

A moment later, he sat back on his heels, breathless. He leaned hard against the cabinets and opened his eyes. It took a moment to see properly since his sight was still blurry with tears.

When he could see, Percy wished he couldn't. Yellow-brown vomit spread across the floor in a thin, watery layer, slowly seeping into the spaces between the tiles. Next, Percy's eyes lazily found their way to Annabeth, who was still sitting in the same spot, but now had a large yellowish stain on her jeans. She was sitting perfectly still with her eyes closed, breathing deeply.

"Annabeth, I'm-" Percy groaned pitifully. He thought he might cry. Gods, he didn't want to cry.

"It wasn't your fault, Honey. You're sick." Annabeth said, her eyes still closed, she reached for his hand.

"Are you okay?" Percy sniffled.

"No. N-not really." Annabeth offered. "I'm-um-I'm a-I'm what you'd call a sympathetic puker. If I see puke, I'll probably puke too."

"Oh" Percy huffed. Then, the realization hit him. "Oh."

"Yeah." Annabeth huffed, trying not to breathe through her nose. "J-just give me a minute and I can clean this up. Then, we can shower and go take a nap. How's that sound?"

"Annabeth, just let me-" Percy cut off as he gagged dangerously, the smell was grotesque. "I'll clean up. You just go change."

"No. I'm-" Annabeth gagged. "F-fine. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine." Percy croaked, trying not to breathe through his nose.

Wordlessly, Annabeth opened her eyes and, pointedly not looking at the pool of vomit on the floor, felt her way up the cabinet, stood up, and practically sprinted out of the bathroom. Once outside, she stripped off her jeans and kicked them down the hall.

Then, Percy was left in his mess. He wondered how he was meant to clean up. He didn't want to use any of the towels, but what other option was there?

A moment later, Annabeth reappeared in the doorway, sporting a change of clothes, a t shirt tied around her face like a gas mask, a whole roll of paper towels, and bleach.

"Percy?"

Percy looked up at her with a "deer in the headlights" expression.

"Why don't you go take a shower in the guest bathroom? I'm sure it'll make you feel better. I'll get this cleaned up." Annabeth said gently.

"Are you-"

"I'll be fine, Honey. Isn't "in sickness and in health" part of the whole marriage thing?" She laughed. "I'm just getting a head start."

Percy smiled and, using the counter for support, pushed himself into a standing position. He took a few steps on wobbly legs and, when he didn't immediately pass out or throw up again, slowly walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to the guest room.

After making it to the guest room with no complications, Percy slowly stripped off his sweaty t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked at himself in the mirror, he was pale and gaunt, hours of vomiting had surely made him dehydrated. He stripped off his boxers, turned the shower onto the hottest setting and stepped in.

For a moment, everything was fine. The hot water felt nice on his fevered skin. Then, without warning, Percy gagged harshly and had to grab the wall to keep from falling over. Bile, there was definitely nothing left in his stomach now, pushed up and over his lips. He groaned, back aching from retching so hard.

The room spun wildly. Percy tried to lower himself to the floor as slowly as possible, trying not to pass out. He pulled his knees to his chest and tried to breathe deeply.

"Perc-oh, baby!" Annabeth gasped softly as she pulled back the curtain.

"Go-got dizzy." Percy slurred.

"I can see that." Annabeth pushed the curtain to the wall, more than a little worried about how quickly Percy's condition was deteriorating. "Why don't I run you a bath?"

"That sounds nice." Percy whimpered, his stomach gurgling uneasily.

Annabeth turned off the shower and plugged the drain before starting the faucet again.

"Hopefully the hot water will help settle your stomach." Annabeth offered, watching as Percy relaxed slightly, slowly unfurling from the ball she'd found him in.

When the tub was full, Annabeth turned off the tap. Except for the drip of the faucet, everything was quiet. She sat back on her heels and surveyed her boyfriend. He looked a little more pink than before, but his face was still scrunched up in discomfort.

"Scoot up." Annabeth demanded softly as she stripped down herself. She unclipped the last hook on her bra and stepped into the bathwater. She wedged herself in behind Percy and let him rest against her chest. She kissed his temple and gently massaged his scalp.

"Mmm...feels nice." Percy mumbled, scooting further into the water.

Annabeth smiled softly.

"Do you want me to wash your hair?" Annabeth asked quietly after a while.

"Mmm" Percy mumbled.

"I'll take that as a yes." Annabeth laughed.

Grabbing Percy's shampoo from the small shelf, she squirted the gel into her hands and gently worked it into a lather in Percy's hair.

Percy sighed contentedly.

After rinsing the soap out of his hair, Annabeth realized that the water was starting to get cold.

As if on cue, Percy moaned softly. "M'stomach'urts"

"I know, Baby." Annabeth frowned. "I think it's time we got out. Can you sit up?"

Annabeth helped Percy pull himself into a sitting position as she climbed out of the tub. After toweling off lightly, she helped Percy out of the tub, which was no small feat, considering the kid was 6"2 and all limbs.

Percy did his best to climb out of the tub of his own accord, but he felt so weak and his stomach ached like it had been sent through a vice grip. He wound up mostly leaning on Annabeth and trying not to fall over.

After a few carefully placed maneuvers, Annabeth had Percy out of the tub and sitting on the toilet with a towel wrapped around his shoulders. He looked so much like a little kid that it might have been funny if he hadn't felt so awful.

"Let's go get you into some fresh clothes and then we can take a nap." Annabeth held out her hand.

"Mhmm." Percy nodded.

Slowly, they made their way back to their bedroom. Annabeth deposited Percy onto the bed and changed into an old camp t-shirt and pajama shorts before moving to Percy's dresser and grabbing a t-shirt and pajama pants.

"Here." Annabeth put the clothing down beside Percy. "You good?"

Percy shook his head slightly, trying to focus on what Annabeth was saying.

"Yeah." He grabbed the t-shirt, fumbling with it for a moment before pulling it over his head and then leaned down to put on his pants. A wave of dizziness swept over him, nausea making his stomach churn.

"Oh" Percy's hand flew to his stomach.

"Are you-" Annabeth eyed the little trashcan they kept beside the bed.

"Trashcan!" Percy moaned.

Annabeth had just enough time to thrust the tiny waste basket under Percy's chin before he was coughing and spitting yellow-green bile into it.

"Uggh"

"I know. I know." Annabeth said. "Here, let me help you." Annabeth offered. Not waiting for an answer, helped shimmy Percy's pants up to his waist.

"I'll get you a glass of water. Why don't you lay down?" She suggested.

She watched to see Percy's head lean onto the pillow before going to the kitchen to get a glass of water and a straw. When she walked back into the room, she almost hoped he'd be asleep. No such luck. Percy's eyes were closed, but a look of discomfort was etched into his features.

"Percy?" She asked gently.

"Hmm"

"Can you sit up for a minute? I got you some water."

"Tired" He moaned.

"I know. I know, just have a few sips of water for me and then we can go to sleep." Annabeth encouraged.

Blearily opening his eyes, Percy pushed himself up on one elbow.

Annabeth walked over and sat down beside him, holding the straw to his lips.

"Small sips. If you can't keep this down, I'll have to take you to the ER."

"No hospital." Percy said as firmly as he could, which was not very firm at the moment.

"No promises. Now drink." Annabeth said firmly.

Percy put his lips around the straw and took a tiny sip, gods, he was thirsty. He took another little sip.

"Not so fast! You'll be sick again!" Annabeth chided, pulling the glass away.

"'m thirsty!" Percy whined.

"I know, but you have to take it slow."

Percy huffed, but complied, sipping slowly.

Once he'd had about half of the glass of water, Annabeth put it on the bedside table.

"Good. If you can keep that down, we can try solids tonight. For now, you look like you're in serious need of a nap." She stroked Percy's cheek and smiled.

"Who knew a day of puking could take that much out of a guy?" Percy wondered aloud, flopping down on his pillow once again.

"The girlfriend who told him that he shouldn't eat oddly colored hot dogs." Annabeth rolled her eyes as she crawled over to her side of the bed and snuggled up to Percy's back, putting her arms around him and being careful not to squeeze his stomach. Instead, she started to rub slow, soft circles onto his tender abdomen.

"You live and you learn." Percy mumbled, already half asleep with Annabeth curled around him.

#badthingshappenbingo #prompt fill #prompt: vomiting

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juniperallura · 7 years

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can I get uhhhhhhhh pjo au Lance forcing his grungy boyfriend to do a face mask

Lance emerged from the bathroom with a contented sigh. The thick clay of the mask was soothing and cool against his skin, smoothing away a hard day of sweaty combat training and a nearly fatal attempt at rock climbing. Fresh tulips from the Demeter cabin clustered in the cabin windows, sending a wave of sweetness through the air with every summer breeze that fluttered the lace curtains. Somewhere in the distance an Apollo camper was playing a lyre, its melody drifting down into the valley

Lance sucked in another deep breath, letting it go in a smile. “This cabin is paradise. Aren’t you relaxed already?”

“This cabin is a nightmare,” Keith grunted, perched on the edge of Lance’s hope chest with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His eyes darted around the room as a scowl pulled at his sharp features. “The fumes are noxious.”

Lance rolled his eyes. “Yours is a nightmare, and I’ve been to the Hades cabin.” He shuddered, thinking back only a few hours to when he had marched over to the Ares cabin to collect Keith for a little R&R time before dinner. One peek inside the door was enough to send him reeling; armor and weapons thrown haphazardly on the floor (it was a miracle they ever passed cabin inspection,) angry red accents on the bedding and walls, and something smoky hanging in the air. From then on he decided throwing pebbles at Keith’s window would be his preferred method of boyfriend-summoning, although he’d have to be careful of the landmines. Like he said, a nightmare. “I know the pink trim is tacky, but it’s at least peaceful in here, right?” He gestured around the cabin, empty except for a few of his siblings draped over a bed in the corner flipping through magazines.

Keith sighed, finally uncrossing his arms. “Yeah, I guess it is quieter…”

“That’s the spirit! Now-” Lance grinned, holding up a Mario Badescu container in one hand and a headband in the other- “Let’s get you pampered!”

“Here we go,” Keith said mournfully. He tilted his head up, squeezing his eyes shut as Lance stretched the headband over him and pushed back his bangs. His eyes flew open when he felt a pair of lips smack against his forehead. “Augh!”

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”Lance chuckled, still leaning down to stare into Keith’s stormy gaze, for once unobstructed by dark locks. He’d never noticed how long Keith’s eyelashes were, framing the gentle curve of his eye and batting angrily at him. Lance murmured, “You have beautiful eyes, y’know.”

Heat pooled immediately in Keith’s cheeks. Nothing could make him blush quite like his boyfriend- a son of Aphrodite no less- calling him beautiful. Like Lance was one to talk; even with that goo all over his face he was still gorgeous, his own eyes blue and sparkling like the ocean. “Just put the mask on,” Keith grumbled.

Lance happily obliged, scooting Keith over on the chest to sit knee to knee with him. Keith seemed to finally relax under his touch, the furrow in his brow melting away as Lance gently spread the clay over his face. “I helped Nora- Hecate Nora, not Hephaestus Nora- put a little skin care magic into this, so it’ll either work wonders or we’ll both erupt in boils tomorrow.”

Keith opened one eye to give Lance a mischievous look, “I hope its boils.”

Lance snorted, nudging him with his elbow. “Okay, one more thing- purse your lips…” He rooted around his bedside drawer until he found his lip balm. He dipped a finger into the tin and gently dabbed it against Keith’s puckered lips. A thrill ran through his veins at the touch, more soft and intimate than he could have ever imagined being with the scrawny, brash Ares camper he had first met a few years ago. But there he was, Keith’s hand absently around his waist and his warm breath tickling Lance’s wrist.

“All done,” Lance whispered. He laid his hand gently against Keith’s chest so this time the touch wouldn’t be a surprise. Careful not to smudge his mask everywhere, he leaned in and pressed his lips against Keith’s, tender and soft. He felt Keith’s arm tighten around him, drawing him closer as he met Lance’s kiss. Lance wanted to pull him in tight, tangling together until he could feel Keith’s heartbeat against his chest and smell the smoky musk that wafted from him— but then his mouth started to taste like face mask. “Okay,” he pulled himself away and stuck out his tongue with a fake gag, “The make out session is gonna have to wait.”

Keith grinned at him, “See? Another reason I shouldn’t have let you talk me into this.”

“Oh please,” Lance scoffed, getting up from the bench, “I need to rinse mine off, but you still have a few minutes. Don’t you feel great right now? Can’t you feel the hydrating power seeping into your pores?”

As he headed into the bathroom he heard Keith tentatively call, “Uh… yeah, sure,” but when he returned to the room his boyfriend was leaning back against the bedpost, eyes closed and a peaceful smile on his face.

Lance had to clamp a hand over his mouth to stifle a giggle. Keith just looked so cute, so absolutely different from the determined strategist in Greek armor he’d seen countless times on the Capture the Flag field— not to mention there was something hilarious about seeing Keith, in his prized Green Day: American Idiot Tour t-shirt, surrounded by lace and flowers and covered in green muck. Without thinking, Lance grabbed his Polaroid camera (a un-monster-attracting alternative to Snapchat) and took a picture.

At the sound of the shutter Keith’s eyes snapped open. He turned to Lance with a murderous gaze, glaring at the camera like it had just stabbed him in the back.“Did you just-?”

Lance looked back and forth from Keith to the photo developing slowly in his hand. “Uh…no?”

“Lance!”

Keith jumped up but Lance dodged his wild snatch at the last second. A loud scuffle ensued, Lance hurtling over furniture with the picture held at arm’s length while Keith scrambled close behind, hurling vows for revenge in the name of Ares. Eventually Keith managed to pin Lance (who was regretting slacking on his training) in a corner and grab the photo. He climbed triumphantly onto Lance’s hope chest, holding the incriminating Polaroid aloft. “Ha! It’s like Capture the Flag all over again,” he grinned.

Lance froze, catching his breath and trying not to make any sudden movements that would startle Keith into tearing up such a hilarious keepsake. He bit his lip, about to start groveling— but then he was struck by an obvious idea. “Okay, Keith, you win,” he flashed an apologetic smile, holding up his hands in defeat, “I can never beat you at this kind of stuff. So…how about you drop that dumb picture and go wash off that mask so I can give you your victory kiss?” He gave an extra ring to the last words, tilting his head with a coy smirk.

Keith’s expression softened to a dreamy smile. The photo fell from his grip as he stepped down from the chest. “Sure thing,” he said, pecking a kiss against Lance’s cheek as he shouldered past him toward the bathroom.

Lance pumped his fist victoriously, jumping to grab the picture as soon as he heard the faucet running. “Pidge and Hunk are gonna freak, this is gold!”

Just as the words left his mouth the sound of water stopped abruptly. “Wait a second-” Keith appeared in the doorway, his face half covered with splotches of green and lips pursed indignantly. “Did you just charmspeak at me?!”

This time Lance knew to go right for the door, dashing toward the Athena cabin with Keith hot on his heels. His cry echoed across the green, “Pidge! Pidge! You have to see this! Keith’s gonna kill me!”

“-Lance!”

#keith #lance #klance #percy jackson au #thx for the prompt!#klance fic #keith fic #lance fic #voltron fic #pjo au #voltron pjo au #writing

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fy-soukoku · 6 years

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I was tagged by the beautiful, @lovingnikiforov! Thank you, love!

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

My A03 username, like my main blog, is kidspawn02. My mom plays Dragon Age, and she called me kidspawn - based off of the creatures darkspawn in the DA games. Because... I am her spawn.

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos)

Bookmarks - Five Times Dazai Didn’t Stay, And One Time He Did

Subs - Naga, Save Me

Hits - Naga, Save Me

Kudos - In Which Akutagawa Is Weak For Cute Boys

3. What is your AO3 profile icon, and why did you choose it?

It changes a lot - usually to a character I’m fond of. Right now, it’s Yuuri Katsuki.

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

Everyone who comments makes my whole life. I need a lot of positive reinforcement, so anyone who puts in the effort to comment is an absolute angel in my eyes.

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

This world we live in

You Wouldn’t Do That, Right?

I’m a catch

Placebo

Droughts in Pink Deserts

6. How many stories are you subscribed to? How many do you have bookmarked?

15 works, 2 users (subs)

28 bookmarks

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

I don’t really have..... recurring AU, but I like toying around with Fairytale AU

8. How many people are subscribed and bookmarked to you in total? (you can view this on the stats page)

I have 156 bookmarks, and 107 subscriptions

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

Not really XD This fandom’s pretty wild - I’ve read fics about Atsushi with a barbed penis I think I’ve found the dark side XD

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

I want to be better about writing smut - oh, and not abandoning my WIPs.

11. Do you write rarepairs or popular ships more often?

Popular ships - but I have a fondness for rarepairs.

12. How many stories have you posted on AO3 to this day (finished and unfinished)?

13. 8 complete, 5 WIPs

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

I can’t even count. I have way too many fics on my Google Docs. XD

14. Do you write down story ideas, or just keep them in your head?

Mostly in my head - if I can’t pump out a chapter, I’ll just think about it a lot.

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

Yes - I wrote an OHSHC with my friend when I was like... eleven or twelve.

16. How did you discover AO3?

Hetalia.

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

I think in BSD, and in the FE: Fates, but not in anything else. I have a fairly popular AOT fic, and a decently popular Death Note one, but neither of those made me.... like, well-known or anything.

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

Not really.

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

JK Rowling, and Rick Riordan. But my style is more inspired by Jennie Melamed

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

Just keep going. Someone will be there to appreciate your content - someone appreciates your content. Don’t let trolls or rude people get you down. You’re valid and have a strong place in this fandom.

21. Do you plot out your stories, or do you just figure it out as you go?

..... figure it out.

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

Yes. My first PJO fic. I deleted my Fanfiction.net account.

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

SMUT. I CANNOT. WRITE. SMUT. L

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

Call It What You Want

This Too, Will Pass

What I Live For

The Holy City

25. Do you plan your next project(s) before you finish your current ongoing story(s)?

PLAN? I START THEM JFC.

26. Do you have a daily writing goal set for yourself?

I count it pretty good if I get a sentence in between homework and chores XD But I try to answer one ask relating to my WIPs a day.

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

DEFINTITELY.

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

Five Times Dazai Didn’t Stay and One Time He Did

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

Making Shades of Purple

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

Um..... writing.

31. What is the easiest thing about writing?

Metaphors - I love integrating metaphors into all of my works. It’s probably one of my favourite parts.

32. What is the hardest thing about writing?

Not getting sidetracked

33. Why do you write?

It’s always been my passion. No matter what other option has been presented to me, the idea of melding characters, ideas, creativity, and logic into one little drabble or a long, winding story. I also like that I can share a piece of myself with all of you. It’s the closest I’ve gotten to opening up to someone in a long time.

Tagging: @pitch-black-hearts @chuuyabelongswithhappiness @memosfromchuuya @fyodorsuggestions

#non bsd #shut up aku

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phoenix-before-the-flame · 7 years

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Alright Now That I Finally Have Some Time

I think I’d better give some more info on this pjo AU i whipped up don’t I?

Especially on Natsu’s backstory, which i’ll put under read more for you guys

Now Natsu was a child of Hades (bet you weren’t expecting that were you?) along with his big bro Zeref 400 years previous and since the world was pretty crazy at the time for kids of the big 3, Hades being the very good dad carried them to live in the underworld.

There they lived pretty happy and content, experimenting and growing their powers. Zeref was more skilled at raising and manipulating the dead( and very experimental, doing stuff to the souls that made even Hades cautious of him) while Natsu’s demigod strength was his best aspect, ignoring the Stygian iron weapons he was given in favor of hand to hand combat.

But you know, kids in the underworld isn’t exactly the best idea because goddamn are they curious. Against Hades’ warnings they ventured into Tartarus under Zeref’s suggestion ( “You’ve wanted to do this for as long i have right Natsu? Think of what we’ll learn, what we can fight! Let’s go!!”) and it doesn’t go well. They got lost, horribly and every corner they turned led them to stronger monsters that they could barely escape from. Then the accident happened.

Trying to escape from some monster, Natsu fell off a cliff into the Phlegethon, the river of fire and perished in the flames. And in a messed up twist of fate, Zeref found his way out not long after. However death and tartarus will obviously screw with someone’s head, especially a kid. Getting chewed out by Hades means nothing when you’ve lost part of your mind.

Natsu’s soul still hung around after, but it just wasn’t the same. Zeref was torn with guilt and whoo boy if his experiments with spirits were messed up before them i dunno what to call the ones he did trying to resurrect Natsu.

So after a whole bunch of souls lost to this project he created a young body, made of some bits (like drakon blood and scales with some monster stuff mixed in) and was ready to take Natsu’s soul but it needed something else. So Zeref heads back to tartarus and bathes the body in the Phlegethon so with the power of fire infused in the body it’d never hurt him again. The fire bleaches his black hair to pink, i dunno how that makes sense but it does.

Zeref’s happy for the first time in years but it’s short-lived and followed by a series of unfortunate events (ha) which goes:

-He takes the body back up and binds the soul to it. As it bonds, he miscalculates and the fires start to burn away at the soul. Burning soul = screaming(Natsu and Zeref’s scream to clarify)

-Screaming brings furies, furies bring Hades.

-Hades sees crime against natural laws and epic god vs demigod fight ensues

-Hades wins, banishing Zeref to the fields of punishment but before that Zeref shadow travelled Natsu’s body to the upper realm (which is like about 18/19 years before the story ‘cause time runs differently in the underworld)

-Hades assumes the fire will continue to burn at the soul so he doesn’t pursue.

Plot twist, Natsu lives and through plot convenience he ends up being found by Igneel who takes him in because he smells like a drakon hatchling and there’s definitely something weird so he kept him close to keep an eye on Natsu, who he raises and trains as the fire Natsu was bathed in manifests as his powers.

Next series of events that follow:

-13 years pass, 2 half-bloods ,Jellal and Levy, on a quest find Natsu in the woods with Igneel, who passes away not long after.

-Natsu goes back to camp with them and well, kid with natural pink hair pretty much stands out so there are some whispers but he’s put in the Hermes cabin until he’s claimed.

-When the fire powers are found out, there’s an uproar but no claim means he’s still in the hermes cabin. Whispers turn to full blown convos and conspiracies about this kid.

-Natsu has nightmares about igneel dying and.........something else (the memories of his old life are barely there since that was the part of his soul that was burnt away, there are still shadows of them though). His nightmares of being consumed by fire leads to the cabin being burnt down several times

-After about the 8th time it burnt down, the decision was made to put him in hephaestus ‘cause that’s the only place that’s completely fireproof. It was a good decision to save the building but not the best for Natsu. (Hephaestus kids can be kinda savage when you mess with their stuff)

-So Natsu, as much as he loves the camp, lives a pretty shitty life where most kids skirt around him ‘cause well, he’s weird so he does the only thing he can do without anyone else, train. He trains almost all the damn time which leads to the main conflict in the fic.

It was bound to happen but not so soon. Continuous usage of his fire acted as a catalyst which when mixed with his non-human bits triggered that drakon transformation which he has no knowledge about.

Sooooooo, all of this basically leads up to the delicious angst i wrote.

Do i have more in mind? Definitely yes.(like how Zeref basically has a switch for Natsu which triggers the demon bits he has, basically making him go feral.Think Inuyasha demon form)

Am i gonna actually write this and maybe continue that pjo AU? Probably

But I might give out some more back stories on the other characters in the AU when i go off on holiday

#if i get some more time i'll do the backstory on gajeel #natsu dragneel #fairy tail #PJO AU

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gatesofember · 4 years

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Frailty and Fortune: Chapter 5

PJO Arranged Marriage/Royalty AU Part 10

Rating: T | Pairing: Solangelo

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Will wasn’t especially prone to anger. That wasn’t to say he was immune to occasional flashes of outrage, but his temper usually remained firmly under control. Aggravation, annoyance, and exasperation—those happened to Will in regular doses. But resentment? Rage? Very rare.

In hindsight, it wasn’t entirely surprising it had been brought out as a result of his interactions with Nico. Will had already been furious about Midas, the ponies, Zoe’s poor healthcare, and the general state of Phrygia, and Nico had a habit of making Will feel unusual and strong emotions. Before, said emotions had mostly been positive; the only exception Will could think of had occurred after Nico snapped at him in Salacia. Will supposed his intense reactions happened because his love for Nico amplified everything he felt.

But the possibility that his anger may have stemmed from love hardly made it good. Anger, Will thought, was rarely ever good.

That didn’t stop him from feeling it.

Nico didn’t return to Will’s room again during the trip. After their argument, he stopped inviting Will to join discussions. “Reyna and I are going to review finances with Midas,” Nico had gruffly told him the evening after they fought. “Why don’t you go read a book or chat with Lityerses or whatever it is you’ve been spending all your time on?”

Two days later, Will gave up on waiting for an invitation and offered to help in their evening talks.

“Make up your mind, Will,” Nico had snapped. “Do you want to be involved or not?”

“Exactly what do you think I’ve been doing in the mines all day?” Will had hissed back.

“Having a grand time with your new best friend Lityerses, I expect!” Nico had answered, and then he’d stormed away.

Anger wasn’t good, but Nico wasn’t making it easy to stop feeling it.

Nico, after all, had been the one to invite Will to Phrygia in the first place. Nico had said he wanted Will’s help. And then he changed his mind because why? Because Will had invited Lityerses in for tea?

Will tried to remain impartial. He tried to see things from Nico’s perspective. And yes, Will knew that Nico wasn’t entirely to blame. He did feel guilty for accusing Nico of disliking Lityerses because he was a past suitor—he knew very well that Nico hated being reminded of any of his attempts at courting. Worse still, he knew that Nico probably hadn’t mentioned Lityerses to him because it must be an especially sensitive topic. Will ought to have been more considerate.

But no matter how Will looked at it, Nico was out of line. Nico couldn’t resent Will for talking to someone. Nico couldn’t tell Will who he was and wasn’t allowed to spend time with.

And if Will started spending more time with Lityerses and Zoe, he couldn’t deny that spite may have been a factor. If Nico was only going to continue being ridiculous, Will decided, then he’d wait until Nico was ready to stop acting like a child to talk to him again. After all, Will had more important things to attend to.

Actually, Will was quite happy in spite of his husband’s antics and he wasn’t about to let Nico ruin that for him. He felt useful for the first time in months. He was healing again. He spent hours poring over old records on the pit ponies, calculations running through his head as he made his way through the data stored in them. He enjoyed spending time with Lityerses and Zoe, especially when he could watch the way the siblings interacted with each other, and he’d even begun to think of them as friends. Will had promised them he’d remain in contact, and Lityerses in turn had promised that he’d keep Will updated on the happenings in Phrygia.

And Will was particularly proud of himself for the way he’d dealt with Midas over the course of the trip. The plan to extend the mine’s slope was already in motion. Work had halted on the three lowest levels until construction was complete. Plans for above-ground stables had already been drawn up, and, after much argument, Will had forced Midas to agree that he would not send ponies to the mines until they reached at least five years of age, preferably older.

“But these circumstances aren’t unique to my mine,” Midas had insisted. “All pit ponies—”

“I didn’t ask about other mines,” Will had interrupted. “Being standard does not make something right. This is a serious problem and you will correct it.”

On the morning of the day they were to leave Phrygia, Will and Nico joined Midas and Lityerses for breakfast in a sunny room overlooking the gardens. Nico was clearly angry and Will couldn’t say he was looking forward to sitting next to him for the entire carriage ride home. They hadn’t had the opportunity to be alone in days—or rather, they hadn’t taken the opportunities that presented themselves—and Nico still seemed content to ignore Will as obviously as possible. He took the chair next to Will at breakfast, but didn’t bother to even look at him.

That was, until Zoe came in to join them.

Zoe’s health had been steadily improving for the past several days. With her cough dying down and her throat less sore, Zoe had proven her brother’s teasing quite warranted by talking Will’s ears off every time he came to see her. She’d even taken to climbing out of bed and walking around the room during Will’s visits. Will had expected her to be moving around the estate shortly after they left, but he certainly hadn’t predicted she’d reveal herself in front of guests.

Evidently, neither had Midas.

“What are you doing out of bed?” Midas asked, his words stiff and slow and the pitch of his voice a low rumble.

Zoe instantly folded in on herself, holding her arm self-consciously and glancing at the floor. “I wanted to join you,” she said.

“You were supposed to stay in bed.”

Will had to stop himself from berating Midas. He was still a guest in Midas’ home and interfering with his family life was inappropriate. But Will certainly wasn’t going to say nothing. He’d had his doubts about Midas’ parental capacities and this only solidified what Will already suspected. How dare Midas speak to his own daughter that way? How dare he make her feel unwelcome at the table in her own home?

“Lord Midas, aren’t you happy your daughter is up and about?” Will asked with a polite smile. “She’s made quite a nice recovery.”

Nico set down his teacup with a loud clatter. “Forgive me,” he said coldly, “but I was under the impression that your daughter was studying abroad, Lord Midas. And for some reason, it appears that I am the only one present who did.”

“Ah,” Midas said slowly. “Yes. That is, erm—”

“They weren’t supposed to know?” Zoe asked, her eyes going wide. She was still standing awkwardly in the entryway, waiting for an invitation to join them. “My apologies, Father—I thought—the Prince is his husband, so I thought he knew.”

“Exactly what is going on?” Nico demanded, the cool edge of his voice quickly becoming hot. “And how is my husband involved?”

“Well,” Midas started hesitantly. “Your husband...my daughter...you see....”

Will set his tableware down beside his plate. “Zoe has been ill,” he said, too impatient to wait for Midas to explain himself. “When Lord Midas approached me our first evening here, he asked me to examine her. I chose to respect her confidentiality.”

“Should I...should I leave?” Zoe asked, still standing in the doorway. She looked as though she were about to cry.

Lityerses’ chair squeaked when he pushed it back from the table, hurriedly getting to his feet to go to his sister. He put his hand on her shoulder and leaned down, whispering words of comfort that Will couldn’t hear as he led her out of the room.

Will put his hand on Nico’s arm. Nico glared at him sharply, but Will didn’t pull away. “She’s a child,” he mouthed. Let Nico be angry with him and Midas later. Zoe had done nothing wrong.

Nico pursed his lips and snatched his arm out from under Will’s hand.

“Honestly,” Will muttered under his breath, and he pushed his chair back and left the room after Lityerses and Zoe.

Will found them a short way down the corridor, Zoe with her back to the wall and Lityerses kneeling on the floor in front of her, whispering and holding her hands while she sniffled and nodded. Will waited until Lityerses saw him and nodded him over before he approached.

“Don’t cry, Zoe,” Will said, kneeling next to Lityerses. “We’ve worked so hard to get rid of your stuffy nose.”

Zoe smiled and even laughed a bit. Lityerses released one of her hands and offered her a handkerchief to dry her tears.

Zoe dabbed at her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get you in trouble with your husband.”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Will said. “I was the one who chose not to tell him. If anything, I should be thanking you—I didn’t like keeping secrets from him and now we can talk about it.”

Zoe nodded, her fingers curling in the handkerchief and wrinkling the fabric.

“Won’t you come back in and eat with us?” Lityerses asked. “I’ve missed having meals with you.”

Zoe shook her head. “I don’t want to upset anyone more than I already have.”

“You haven’t upset anyone, Zoe,” said Will. “None of this was your fault. Personally, I would love for you to join us.”

“If you really want to go, then you can go,” Lityerses added. “But His Highness and I want you to be there. I’m sure Father would, too—he’s just upset about other things right now.”

Zoe looked down at the handkerchief clenched in her fingers. “I don’t know,” she whispered.

Will glanced at Lityerses. He was watching his sister patiently, squeezing her hand and waiting for her to be ready to speak again.

Will stood up. Lityerses knew his sister better than Will—he could handle the situation on his own. Will had to make sure that if Zoe decided to join them again, she wouldn’t walk into a hostile environment again. “I’m going to go back inside and see if things are settled with your father and my husband,” he said. Lityerses nodded, Zoe offered a quiet thank you, and Will left Zoe in her brother’s hands.

Back at the breakfast table, Nico was on his feet, glowering at Midas with his fists balled at his sides. When he heard Will’s shoes on the marble floor, he turned.

“Kind of you to come back,” he spat.

Will pursed his lips. “Zoe is crying in the corridor,” he said coldly, directing himself to both Nico and Midas. “I do not know if she and Lityerses will come back to join us. While I understand that the situation is unexpected, it seems to me that we have no reason to make a little girl cry. She has done nothing but share her excitement over her recovery. We ought to be ashamed of ourselves for making her feel so distressed over it.”

Midas looked away, and while the anger did not completely disappear from Nico’s eyes, it did simmer lower until he had it contained behind a composed mask.

Will took his seat in silence and Nico fell back into his chair. No one spoke when they returned to their meal, but the soft chiming of cups and tableware felt so loud that it hurt Will’s ears.

Eventually, Lityerses and Zoe did return. They stood in the doorway and Lityerses placed his hands on his sister’s shoulders. “Zoe is going to join us for breakfast,” he said. With a sharp look at his father, he added, “She just made a miraculous recovery from her illness thanks to our guest, and we’re all very grateful to see her well again.”

A short beat of silence passed before Nico gave the girl an uneasy smile and said, “I’m glad you’ve recovered, Zoe.”

“Yes,” Midas agreed. “I’m so happy, dear.”

When they joined the table, Lityerses was the one to take over the conversation. He talked about Zoe’s health and praised Will’s work, occasionally encouraging Zoe to join in when she was uncharacteristically quiet.

Will smiled. For Lityerses, this was a small, quiet act of rebellion against his father. Will had a feeling that with Lityerses there, he was leaving Phrygia in good hands.

“You may write to me with any questions and I’ve left behind instructions for Zoe’s care in the future,” Will said. “For day-to-day health management, I’ve gathered a dietary plan for your chefs to ensure her immune system is fed the support it needs. It is vital to ensure that Zoe is exposed to disease as little as possible. I suggest stricter supervision of the staff—especially those in contact with Zoe. No one is allowed in the estate when they are ill, or at least they may not be near Zoe or anything she may touch, eat, or drink. Proper hygiene is also necessary—not just for Zoe, but for everyone in the estate, including the staff. Everyone must wash their hands regularly. With soap. The medical equipment must be washed before and after each use. I would recommend extra caution as we approach autumn—sickness is especially common in the colder months of the year.”

“And this disease—goldrot, you called it—you believe it can be controlled?” Midas asked.

“I believe I have diagnosed it early enough that careful management will considerably slow its progression,” Will answered. “Just be sure to follow my plan exactly. I also would advise updating some of your medical equipment. I have already taken it upon myself to dispose of some unnecessary and dangerous tools your healers were using. I wrote down the specifics for you to review.”

“You have my gratitude, Your Highness,” Midas said. “I am in your debt.”

“I only wish to keep my husband’s people healthy,” Will said. He wondered if that statement would appease Nico a bit.

Nico’s eyebrow twitched. It may have just made him more angry.

“Still, I wish to repay you someway,” Midas said. “You mentioned that you are currently without a patron and that your studies are on hold. I would be happy to sponsor you.”

Nico’s tableware clattered onto his plate.

Will was similarly shocked. He controlled himself enough not to gape, but he had no idea how long it was before he spoke again. Midas? Midas wanted to be his sponsor?

Will had given a lot of thought to who he might ask for sponsorship or how he would approach the topic, but it was always the kind of anxious, circling thought that ultimately led nowhere. Should he ask for his father’s continuing patronage, or should he be independent? Would it be odd, as the Prince’s husband, to be sponsored by another Pluton, or would it be preferable to take a sponsor whose intentions were in the interest of Pluto? Would a Pluton even be willing to spare the money to fund his studies, given the state the country was in?

“Thank you for your generous offer,” Will finally managed to say. “I will consider it further.” He didn’t want Midas to sponsor him, not really—even if Midas was wealthy—but it would be impolite to say no without taking the time to think about it. “In the meantime, might I suggest you send some of your healers to Venadica in my place? If Zoe is to continue to stay healthy, then her healers need proper training on her disease.”

Will glanced at Lityerses as he said this and gave him a pointed look. Lityerses was bearing witness to Will’s suggestion, so Lityerses would need to hold Midas to it.

Lityerses nodded that he understood.

“Then I will heed your advice and await your answer,” said Midas.

Will spared another peek at Nico. He couldn’t see Nico’s eyes, but judging from his clenched jaw and the way he was sawing at the meat on his plate, Nico was absolutely livid.

When breakfast was over, they prepared to leave the estate. Will exchanged goodbyes and well-wishes with Lityerses and Zoe along with an invitation to write, and then he gave Midas a more formal farewell.

Reyna gestured Will and Nico to their carriage with Mellie and Hedge, but Nico said, “My husband and I will be riding alone in the second carriage with the luggage,” and Will prepared himself to face Nico’s anger.

The second carriage—the luggage carriage—had to be rearranged to accommodate for their presence. While he waited, Will looked back at Zoe and Lityerses. They seemed nervous for him, Will noted, so he smiled at them reassuringly. He could handle Nico on his own.

For the first few minutes of the ride, there was silence as they sat in the cramped carriage. The luggage was carefully restrained but took up a great deal of the car, leaving Will and Nico forced to sit rather close. The carriage clacked over the stone roads of Phrygia as Will looked over the luggage and out the window angrily—angry at Midas for the secrets that lay clustered in the cracks of those too-clean streets, angry at Nico for being angry with him, and angry at both of them for making Zoe cry.

Will wanted to be angry. He couldn’t remember ever wanting to be angry before, but right then, he did. He wanted to be angry because Nico was angry, Nico was about to yell at him, and Will did not plan on backing down. After all, anger may not be good, but it could be useful.

Will had always tried to live his life in a way that ensured no one had a reason to be upset with him because he hated making people angry and he was terrible at dealing with it. He always became submissive when anger was directed at him, ready to roll over and show his belly by way of apology, too desperate to please to fight back. With Nico, Will decided, he would not be like that.

Nico, unlike Will, was short-tempered, quick to jump headfirst into an argument without thinking about the consequences. But with Will, Nico, too, submitted easily. As soon as Will smiled at him, Nico’s anger fizzled away. And then, when Will tried to discuss it, Nico always quickly assured Will that nothing was wrong, that Will hadn’t been at fault, and that he was sorry he’d gotten angry. It had taken Will a while to take notice of the problem, but he’d figured it out at their wedding after Nico stormed off when Will teased him about Cecil and Ellis. Whenever Nico had gotten angry at Will before that incident, Will really hadn’t done much wrong. That time at their wedding, Will had. And yet Nico had done the same thing he’d always done—brushed aside Will’s apology and assured Will that he wasn’t at fault, taking responsibility for the entire encounter on his own. They’d never had a real discussion about what happened.

Will would not allow that to become normal for them. He would not allow that to happen to his marriage.

So Will clung to his anger desperately, vowing to himself that he would be strong and that he would force Nico to be strong, too.

When Nico finally spoke, his voice was icy, clear, and firm, and Will didn’t think he’d have to worry about Nico succumbing too quickly to let out his feelings.

“How dare you.”

The fresh wave of fury that rolled over Will promised that he wasn’t in danger of surrendering, either. “And what, exactly, are you referring to?” Will said. “How dare I spend time with Lityerses, or how dare I heal Midas’ daughter? I wouldn’t turn away a patient on the basis of disliking their father. I’m a healer, Nico. This is my duty.”

“You’re my husband and you have a duty to me.”

“Forgive me, but I do not think that my spousal duties include medical negligence.”

“I’m not asking you to abandon someone in need of healing. I’m asking you not to meet with people I distrust without at least making me aware.”

Will scoffed. “Do you have a list of people I am not allowed to speak to?”

“You didn’t need a list. You knew very well that it would upset me.”

That, at least, was true. Will had known that Nico wouldn’t like him being alone with Lityerses and Zoe while he healed her. But that was hardly the point. He didn’t think Nico had the right to be upset about it.

“And why should I consult you before healing someone? I wasn’t aware that you had any authority in matters involving medicine.”

“Don’t speak to me that way,” Nico growled.

“You can’t give me orders without an explanation!”

“What is there to explain? I’m asking you to behave like a husband ought to!”

“The way a husband ought to?” Will demanded. “In that case, Your Highness, a good husband would never try to stop me from healing someone.”

“I’m saying that you should have consulted me!”

“I couldn’t consult you! It would have been a breach of privacy to say something. It’s my responsibility as a healer to protect the confidentiality of my patients and Plutons are so private about their health nowadays.”

“That is ridiculous,” Nico snapped. “You shouldn’t keep secrets from your husband.”

“I didn’t keep a secret,” Will insisted. “I protected someone’s right to confidentiality, and I’d do it again.”

“Not just someone. You were making deals with someone you knew I didn’t trust.”

“And what would you have done if you knew? Would you have asked me to stop? If you had, I wouldn’t have listened to you.”

“I would have at least liked to have been made aware! We need to be careful what interactions we have with that family. Look what’s happened—you didn’t consult me and now Midas has proposed sponsorship, which would get you even more involved with them! You are not to accept his offer.”

Will hadn’t been interested in Midas’ patronage, but Nico prohibiting it tempted Will to reconsider.

He took a deep breath to quell the fury boiling inside him, and in a shaky voice, he said, “You are being ridiculously controlling and you have been this way the entire trip. You won’t let me talk to anyone and if I go against your wishes, you fly into a rage. Do you have any idea how much you embarrassed me in front of Lityerses this week? Your jealousy was out of line.”

“Embarrassed you?” Nico repeated. “If you want to talk about embarrassment, then let’s discuss you using my given name in front of Midas—twice! Even after I asked you not to!”

“Yes, so I made a mistake! I’ve been in the habit of using your given name and I said it without meaning to. And I understand that you value privacy—even if you don’t seem to value the privacy of others—but somehow I don’t believe that’s all this was about.”

“Really,” Nico snarled. “Then enlighten me, Will: what was it about?”

“This was because you didn’t want them to think that you allowed someone to see you when you were vulnerable, or that you trusted someone enough to let them use your given name. You didn’t want them to think I was important to you. You wouldn’t let them see us. You wouldn’t even let them see me. You kept trying to lock me in a box to show off when it suited you to have a husband who’d pick out all the problems with the welfare of Midas’ animals, but the second I said anything remotely positive about someone in that family, you’d explode. Lityerses, namely. Honestly, Nico, he’s not the same person you met before.”

“People don’t change, Will,” Nico growled.

“You’ve changed,” Will pointed out. “You’ve changed so much in the years I’ve known you. You’re hardly the person I met three years ago, and you’re certainly not the boy my aunt introduced me to in Venadica when we were children. And right now, you’ve changed into someone who’s completely overbearing and absurdly jealous.”

“How was I supposed to know what you were doing with Lityerses?” Nico demanded. “You wouldn’t tell me anything! All I knew was that you were lying to me and you’d tell me you were going to look over some records or go to bed early or read a book, then I’d find you with Lityerses instead. What was I supposed to think?”

“You shouldn’t have suspected me. Frankly, I’m insulted that you’d even say that. You know, Nico—you know I love you. You know that you’re the only person I’ve ever loved. How dare you think that I would go behind your back? Do you really trust me so little that you would jump to these terrible conclusions when I didn’t tell you where I was for a few hours this week?”

Nico opened his mouth, but then he choked on his breath and averted his eyes. He fell back against his seat and turned to look out the window instead.

They didn’t speak again for a long while. They exchanged a few short words where mandatory when the carriages stopped for a while in a town several hours outside of Phrygia for a break. After letting the horses rest and having a meal, they boarded again. Will half-expected Nico to insist on the two of them taking separate carriages, but Nico climbed into the luggage car again, looked back at Will, and jerked his head to indicate for Will to follow.

Still, they didn’t speak. Will kept his hands on his lap and looked out the window until he felt something brush across his pinky. When he looked down, he noticed Nico’s hand on his own lap, lightly touching Will’s over where their thighs pressed together in the cramped car. Will wondered if Nico had touched him on purpose. He reached out with one finger to test the theory, then their hands slowly crept closer until their fingers were firmly entwined.

It was late into the night, about an hour outside Divitia, and Will had been half-dozing when Nico finally spoke up again.

“I was afraid,” he said.

Will had been leaning against the door, but turned towards Nico in surprise. “Afraid?” he repeated after a moment’s hesitation.

“Midas,” Nico said. “I was afraid he’d do something to you. Lityerses, too.”

Will frowned, but waited for Nico to continue.

“When I was a child, I...Midas....”

Nico stopped and sighed. He remained silent for another moment before continuing. “Asterion. Long ago, I told you that he had a cruel first master.”

“His master was Midas?”

Nico shook his head. “No. But Asterion’s master was involved in the same secret baiting ring. At first, they mainly baited bulls, but when the Scarlet Delirium began to take a toll on the economy, bulls became too expensive and valuable to throw away for entertainment. They turned to dogfighting instead. And Asterion...you’ve seen Asterion’s scars.”

Will waited, but Nico didn’t continue. “This was why you left Asterion behind?” he asked.

Nico nodded.

Will swallowed. “Nico, were you...how did you end up with Asterion if...and if you know so much about this, then—Nico, did you see all this?”

Nico nodded again. “Asterion’s first master was my old tutor, Minos. All of this happened when I stayed in Minos’ estate in the countryside during the Scarlet Delirium. I was the one who testified against them.”

“Gods above, Nico,” Will whispered, and the last lingering bits of his anger melted away. He didn’t need it anymore—he wasn’t in any danger of falling victim to his own urge to quell someone else’s wrath. Now Nico was vulnerable, opening up to Will in a way he hadn’t before. Now Will’s job was to listen.

“And Lityerses,” Nico said. “You asked if I didn’t like him because he was offered as a suitor, but that wasn’t...I didn’t even meet with him, Will. I sent him away. I don’t like him because Midas used to bring him to watch the fights. I saw him there, Will. I saw him laugh.”

“Oh, Nico,” Will said, gut twisting in disgust. He’d known that Lityerses had gone to the matches, but laughing at them? And Nico had been forced to watch him? “Nico, I’m so sorry, really—and what I said—I know you don’t like being reminded of past suitors, but I went and said all that anyway.”

“It wasn’t exactly an unreasonable assumption—”

“No, Nico, no. Listen to me. I shouldn’t have done it. I upset you needlessly, didn’t I? And from the way you reacted, it seems like this is much more painful for you than I thought it was.”

Nico sighed. “I just...when I was trying to court people before you, everyone kept berating me for what I was doing wrong. Everyone was frustrated with me. They all said I was just being difficult—first I refused to ever take a wife, and when they offered me husbands, I turned them away, too. Everyone kept telling me I was being childish. And if they didn’t believe I was being badly-behaved on purpose, then they just assumed I was a horrible person who no one would ever willingly agree to marry.”

Nico wasn’t exaggerating, Will knew—he’d had the reputation of being cold for years before Will met with him. Cecil had even approached Will out of concern at his own wedding, hinting that he suspected Will had been forced into the arrangement.

“I’ve always felt like I wasn’t taken seriously,” Nico continued. “And yes, I was...difficult. But I was always so angry at that age and sometimes it was hard for me to control it. The fact that no one bothered to listen to me only made me even angrier. Besides, all my suitors came with an impression of me already in their heads that I couldn’t easily overwrite—except for you, of course. Fortunate that I found someone who’d admired me as a child, wasn’t it?”

Nico smiled at Will like he was trying to make a self-deprecating joke, but Will didn’t find it very funny.

“I won’t tease you about it again,” Will said. “And I certainly won’t make those accusations anymore.”

Nico’s smile twitched and he looked away. “With other suitors, you’d be partly right. I was rather terrible and some of them were, too, so yes, I have some rather petty grudges. But Lityerses—I don’t think what you said would have upset me so much if it hadn’t been about Lityerses.”

“I understand,” Will said. “But it still upsets you, so I won’t tease you like that again. And as for Lityerses—what he did was disgusting, I agree. I don’t approve in the slightest and I’m not trying to defend him. But I do need you to know that he truly isn’t like that anymore.”

“Will, I know what I saw. He laughed.”

“I know,” Will said. He reaffirmed his grip on Nico’s hand. “Actually, Lityerses and I discussed his father’s baiting. He told me that he went to see the fights and that he enjoyed them at the time. But Lityerses and I only talked about it. I understand that hearing about the horrible things a person does and seeing them are very different. You may never be able to forgive Lityerses, but can you at least try to listen to what I have to say?”

Nico’s jaw tensed, but he lowered his eyes and nodded.

“Lityerses only knew what his father had taught him,” Will started. “He never had a reason to question Midas until his trial because he didn’t realize his father was doing anything wrong. He’s learned since then. He’s been scrutinizing everything his father does for years so that he’ll know if Midas ever does anything like that again. He’s been looking into the wellbeing of the ponies, too. He helped me go over the records. Nico, I’m not trying to defend what Lityerses did, but children can’t be held completely accountable for acting on what their parents teach them. What matters is who they grow up to be. Lityerses is an adult now and he’s made his own choices. He’s not your enemy anymore.”

Nico pursed his lips. “I trust you, but it might take me a while to believe that.”

“I understand. And there was nothing to be jealous of.”

Nico nodded. “I know.”

“And if you do feel jealous anyway, I’d like you to discuss it with me instead of being angry about it,” Will said. “I suspect you’d feel far less angry if you’d just talk to me. You can’t just tell me how to act or who to spend time with.”

“I know,” Nico said again. He rubbed his temple. “I’m this way with Reyna, too. I got so jealous when she was around Prince Jason because I was scared he’d take her away from me.”

“Nico,” Will said slowly, “you do realize that’s ridiculous, don’t you? Just as ridiculous as me running off with Lityerses.”

Nico frowned in distaste. “I didn’t think you’d run off with him.”

“Then what did you fear would happen?”

“I don’t know,” Nico admitted. “I suppose I was jealous that you were talking to him instead of listening to me. I was scared that you’d get hurt somehow.”

“You thought he meant to harm me?”

Nico sighed. “I don’t know what I thought. I wasn’t thinking. I was...reacting. That’s what I’ve been doing this entire trip. I shouldn’t have come to Phrygia at all, really. Given my history with Midas, Reyna offered to send someone in my place, but I thought I could handle it. At the very least, I shouldn’t have brought you into this.”

Will felt a spark of annoyance flicker back up inside him. “If you hadn’t brought me into it, Zoe would still be ill. You wouldn’t have all the information you do on the ponies. I didn’t need your protection, Nico. I’m sorry you felt that way, but that didn’t give you the right to keep me locked up or to stop me from healing people. Everything you worried about was entirely in your head. I even tried to tell you that earlier this week.”

“I—” Nico looked like he wanted to argue, but then he sighed. “Yes. You’re right. I know.”

Will watched as Nico fiddled with the lace trim of his sleeve in the moonlight.

It was another moment before Nico started talking again.

“You were right to heal her. I wish you had notified me, but...of course you saw to her first. I wouldn’t ask you to neglect someone in need of healing.” Another silence. “I’m trying to apologize. I’m terrible at apologizing.”

“No, we’re not doing this,” Will said, and Nico looked up in surprise. “No,” Will repeated. “We were doing so well and we’re not going to stop now. You’re not just going to tell me you’re sorry for everything and then just expect us to move on. You are going to explain to me why you’ve been so angry. I’m going to tell you why I’ve been angry. We will work out together what we did wrong and what we should have done instead. Now tell me why you hated me using your given name in front of Midas so much.”

“I overreacted—”

“No, Nico. Tell me why you were angry.”

“I....” Nico stopped. A second later, he started again, but then he stopped just as quickly. Finally, he said, “I do like privacy, but you were right. That wasn’t what it was about. I didn’t want Midas to think that I was....”

“What? Weak?”

Nico half-shrugged, half-nodded. “I was a child last time we met. I testified against him in the trial, but he managed to squirm his way around the law. This time, I wanted to seem...powerful. I wanted him to know that he couldn’t take advantage of my inexperience anymore. I wanted to make it very clear that I was his prince and his duke and that he was to answer to me. I thought that if you behaved more formally, he’d...I don’t know anymore. It sounds silly now.”

“You didn’t want to be underestimated.”

Nico nodded.

“You could have said this to me earlier. I would have been happy to help you intimidate him.”

Nico blew out a puff of air and smiled weakly as he shook his head. “Will, you can’t be intimidating. You’re too kind.”

“Nico,” Will said. “I had him quaking in his shoes when I confronted him about the ponies. I think I’m the one being underestimated.”

Nico blinked at Will. “Yes,” he said, like he hadn’t considered that before. He paused. “Yes. You are quite amazing, Will. It really is a shame that you’re not making trips to Venadica. If you want to accept Midas’ funding, I....” Nico frowned, like the next part was difficult to say. “Well, I won’t like it, but he is wealthy. And you’re right, this sort of thing is your choice.”

Will frowned in confusion at the sharp change in topic. “Thank you, Nico,” he said. “It’s my choice, but your support does mean a lot to me. And....” Will looked at their hands, still joined on top of their thighs. “I know that I did some things wrong on this trip, too. Can you talk to me more about what made you so angry this week? It can’t have all been about Lityerses, can it?”

Nico sighed and adjusted the way he was sitting to get more comfortable on the bench. “I felt like you were being...oddly capricious,” he admitted. “One moment, you were passionately involved in taking care of the pit ponies, and the next you were having tea with Lityerses or saying you wanted to go to bed early or telling me you wanted to relax and read a book. I couldn’t tell if you really wanted to help or not.”

“I was with Zoe,” Will explained. “And when I was with Lityerses, we were either talking about Zoe or the pit ponies.”

“Well, I know that now. I just didn’t know that then.”

“I thought you were difficult to read, too,” Will said. “One minute, I felt like you valued my opinion and my help, and the next, you were brushing me aside.”

“Because I was upset because I thought you were difficult to read.”

“You didn’t have to act so vengeful. You could have talked to me about it.”

“And you could have done the same. But even if I had approached you, what would you have said? You would have just lied to me about Zoe again.”

“I—” Will started, but Nico was right.

“You should have told me something, Will. You could have said that you were healing someone.”

“Honestly, Nico, I didn’t think that it would cause such a problem.”

“I don’t believe that. You knew that it would upset me.”

Will’s words caught in his throat. “Yes,” he said after a second. “Yes, you’re right. I did. But I didn’t do it with the intention of upsetting you. Do you know how important confidentiality is to some people, Nico? This wasn’t about keeping a secret or lying. If I’d told you I was healing someone in the estate at Midas’ request, you would’ve had questions and I could have accidentally revealed too much. I don’t think it would have been difficult for you to find out that I was looking after his daughter.”

“That’s ridiculous, Will,” Nico said, his snapish tone taking Will by surprise. “You could have told me what you just said—that you were healing someone in the estate, but you couldn’t give me more information because you wanted to keep their identity private. If I asked questions, you could have told me that you couldn’t answer. Instead, you lied to me—and not very well, either. It was obvious that you were hiding something. I was confused. You refused to spend time with me, I kept finding you with Lityerses after you told me you’d be doing something else, and I had no idea what was going on with you.”

Will swallowed thickly. Nico was right. He could have done something, but he hadn’t. “I think that by the time I realized that not telling you about Zoe would cause such a problem, we were both already so angry,” he said. “I didn’t especially want to talk about it and I’m not sure you would have listened at that point.”

Nico nodded. “That’s true,” he admitted. “After you made that comment about me judging Lityerses as an ex-suitor, I was so furious with you that everything made me angry.”

“I really am sorry about that.”

“I know. That’s not the point, though—the point is that I still think you should have said something from the beginning, when I asked you what Midas wanted after he visited you that first evening. Just that someone was ill. For all I knew, it could have been a stable boy—or even a horse. You didn’t have to specify that your patient was human.”

Will nodded. “You’re right. I don’t regret trying to protect Zoe’s confidentiality, but you’re right—I should have done something differently. I should have told you enough to ease your worries, or I could have even asked Zoe for permission to speak to you. I really did feel guilty about everything.”

“In any case, you did some impressive work this week,” Nico said, his voice taking on softer tone. “You handled all the ponies and the mine’s records of them, you dealt with Midas so well, and you did all that while looking after Zoe. I’m sorry I didn’t appreciate it at the time.”

Will smiled warily. “Thank you, but you don’t have to flatter me.�� I’m not angry anymore.”

“Maybe I just want to compliment my husband.”

Will’s smile felt more genuine then. “So do you forgive me?” he asked.

“Of course I do,” Nico answered. “Do you forgive me?”

Will did—there was no question about it. Perhaps they’d need to talk about it more in the future, but he was tired of fighting and he wanted to smooth the whole thing over and move on. It seemed like Nico felt the same.

Still, Will couldn’t resist teasing his husband just a little.

“Not yet,” Will replied. “I require a display of devotion to ensure that your apology is genuine.”

Nico looked confused for a moment, but then he grinned. “A display of devotion?”

“A kiss will do.”

So Nico gave him a kiss, and they continued to kiss until they reached Divitia.

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