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ro ☆ twenty ☆ cabin 10 fanartist and fic author ao3 - sefoxx

[femme-plant-mom]

I like the idea that Nico is the only demigod (aside from his own children) Dionysus bothers calling by the right name.

“Nico, your boyfriend—Wallace, right?—was looking for you.”

“Nico and Wilhelm are the most tolerable of all of the couples at this gods forsaken camp.”

“Nico, Peter, and Judas, you can’t sit together for meals.”

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nightmares ~

percy jackson oneshot !!

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Now a big brother to a beautiful baby girl, Percy fears that his life may be too much for her to be a part of, and his past may put her in danger.

Falling asleep in a different bed than his own was nothing new to Percy. His entire life was spent switching schools, moving from place to place, sometimes going days without sleeping. To him, anything with a pillow and blanket was something to be thankful for. But sleeping here, in the place he had first gotten attacked, where he felt closest to his dad, sleep was never peaceful.

Once his eyes finally shut, his mind was immediately overcome with demigod dreams— fleeting images and scenes that seem way too real for them to be a part of his imagination. For a half blood like Percy, dreams were a form of communication.

On this particular night, the first of the small summer vacation that the Jackson-Blofis family is taking, Percy’s dreams took him back to when he was about fifteen years old. The sun in his eyes was blinding, and all around him were piles and piles of trash among the desert terrain. He looked around, trying to grasp where he was. It only clicked when he noticed the giant automaton rising from the rubble in front of him. His mouth went dry, his entire body shook. He was no longer a kid, but he felt smaller than ever. A pressure appeared in his hands; a mythomagic figurine of Hades. Percy knew exactly where he was.

His body twisted trying to move toward the giant machinery, but nothing happened. The more he fought against the sand, the harder it was to stay balanced. The sun made it almost impossible to see anything but the shiny moving metal coming toward him.

The closer it got, the more horrible the sounds were. Sheet metal creaking and twisting inside the robot like breaking bones, crushing itself with its own weight. A failure of a brilliant idea thrown away, waiting to get revenge on whoever made him. Then another sound hit Percy’s ears. From somewhere inside of the machine was a high pitched scream, a noise he didn’t remember hearing in real life. He recognized the voice— Bianca di Angelo— but he remembered that she wasn’t screaming when it had really happened. To him, it was just a taunt, a way to remind him that he couldn’t help her then, and he can’t help her now.

Suddenly the voice changed. As the robot moved in closer, the scream shifted to crying. A bawl so loud it pierced Percy’s ears. He looked down in his hands. Where the figurine was in his palm now was a little green pacifier. The crying got louder and Percy realized who was inside of the robot. His legs thrashed against the earth but wouldn’t budge. Tears streamed down his face, but the robot was about to collapse, just as it did the first time. And he felt just as helpless.

As the automaton tumbled down on top of Percy, the crying got louder, louder, until it deafened the demigod. He clutched the pacifier and everything went dark.

Percy shot awake, face wet with tears, heaving to catch his breath. A baby was crying in another room, the same cry from his dream. For a second, he thought he was still dreaming, but Percy quickly realized that it was very real. He shot out of bed and ran to where the cry was coming from. Percy locked his eyes on the baby and relaxed. She was okay.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Percy whispered in a shaky voice, once again trying to be the bravest one in the room. “I’m right here, don’t cry, it’s okay.”

Percy made his way to the crib and scooped up his baby sister.

“Percy’s got you.” His own words made him sit down, tears spilling over the soft pastel blanket engulfing the baby.

All that the demigod could think about was the people he had lost. Everyone who fought for him, against him, and with him, dying at the hands of something completely within Percy’s control. If he had just trained harder, or maybe was a little less careless— maybe not as many lives would be lost. Percy’s arms shook around his sister, his tears stagnant on his cheeks.

The baby had stopped crying, but she definitely wasn’t comfortable either. Percy looked at her, studied her body language. Her legs were kicking and her arms reached out, twisting and kneading the blanket she was wrapped in. Percy thought about how restless he was when he was a kid, never able to stop moving and thinking. He wondered what was going on inside of her little mind. He wanted to take any of the bad things out and give it to himself. He wanted to take all of her unease and place it on his own mind. I can handle it, Percy thought.

Lost in his own thoughts, the demigod jumped at a knock behind him.

“Good morning,” Sally Jackson was leaning on the door frame.

Percy wiped his face then looked out the window— very obviously not morning. He laughed.

“Hey, mom. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

“Please, both of my babies are crying in the middle of the night. Motherly instincts woke me up.” Sally made her way to the couch where Percy was sat and plopped down next to him, embracing his head for a kiss to his temple. Her hand traced his wet cheeks and wiped the rest of his tears away as Percy leaned into her hand.

“You know,” Sally started. “She gets those strong lungs from the Jackson side. All you would do was cry and cry and cry—“

“Okay, mom, I get it.” Percy laughed again. Leave it to Sally Jackson to turn tears into laughter instantly. Percy nodded off. “But maybe…”

Sally studied her son, noticing the look on his face— the one he always got when his mind was moving too fast for his mouth.

“Maybeeeee what?” She moved her hand to rub his back, letting him know she was right there with him.

“I don’t know,” Percy shook the thoughts out of his head. “I don’t know. I just want her to be okay.”

“Percy,” Sally sat up to get his attention. “Estelle has a family that loves her more than anything.”

“I know that, of course, but… But what if taking her here was a bad idea?”

“Bad idea?” Sally shook her head. “We’ve been coming her since before you were born, Percy, of course we’re going to bring her with us.”

“But this is where it all started. This is where we first got attacked, where everything started, where— where you met dad.”

Percy spoke as if he were bitter at his own life, as if he could have changed the series of events that led up to this moment. That wasn’t true, of course. Percy was extremely thankful for the life he was given. Sometimes, though, when observing the mortal side of his family, he wondered what it would be like to live like that, too.

“Percy,” Sally used her mom voice to grab his attention, making sure he was listening to every word she said. “This place is ours. It does not belong to the gods, it does not belong to your father. She is safe here because it belongs to us. And she is safe because she has you.”

Percy shook his head again, shaking out everything he’d been thinking about since they’d arrived.

“But what if I’m not strong enough? What if something comes to take her and I can’t be there for her? The first time we got attacked here, we barely made it out— I wasn’t able to save you, I just let it take you away from me—“

“Percy,” Sally placed a hand on his cheek, once again wet with his tears. “You were twelve.”

At these words, and at the sight of Estelle peacefully asleep in his arms, Percy cried. He let out the tears that he had been holding in for his friends, his family, himself. All of the people lost, all of the battles he couldn’t have won even if he had all of the training in the world. Part of being a demigod was understanding that you can’t always be the hero, and Percy knew that. But sometimes all of the broken faces he’d seen after battle haunted him. How was he so lucky as to still have all of the people he loved most? Would fate eventually catch up to him?

Percy thought of his nightmare, of Bianca di Angelo. He thought about the promise he’d made— and broken— to her little brother all those years ago. He knows he didn’t kill her. But when he tried to stop her, he’d just let her go. Was that his fault? And would the gods take away Estelle the way he took away Bianca?

“Hey,” Sally snapped Percy out of thought once again. “Whatever you’re thinking, you can tell me. You know I get you more than anyone.”

Percy smiled. He was extremely lucky to have a family he could rely on like this. It made him feel warm thinking about the type of love that Estelle would feel as she grew up.

“I never want her to hurt,” Percy held his sister closer. “I want to be there for her as much as I can. I want to protect her, but… What if I’m not strong enough?”

Sally furrowed her brows. “You are the strongest person I’ve ever known, Percy.”

“Yea,” The demigod huffed. “I get that from you.”

“And she will, too.” Sally placed her hand on Estelle, cradling her head.

The baby was peacefully at rest now, her body weight full leaning into Percy. He felt her heartbeat, her warmth throughout her body. He could feel the rise and fall of her breathing. She couldn’t have been more than 20 pounds, but Percy felt as if she was unmovable. He wanted to stay perfectly still and let her rest for however long she wanted, until she woke up and begged to play with him. And then he would, until she fell asleep in his arms all over again.

“She knows how much you love her,” Sally’s voice was low and soft, trying not to wake the peaceful slumber. “She can feel all of your love, every ounce of it. She doesn’t have to understand what you’re saying to know how you feel. Estelle is very aware that her big brother will always be there for her.”

Big brother, Percy’s mind repeated. He’d been called that by everyone he’d ever met since his mom announced she was pregnant, and it still felt odd. That phrase doesn’t encompass how I feel, he thought. I love her more than any brother has ever loved his little sister.

That thought sent a snowball of emotions tumbling down Percy’s brain, reaching his mouth before he could think about it.

“Is it bad that I love her more than Annabeth?” Percy’s eyes searched his mom for answers, the way they did whenever he was told he didn’t belong somewhere.

Sally laughed hard, but tried her best to stay quiet. “That’s normal, Percy. And very different. Of course Annabeth should be your everything, but Estelle is a part of you. It’s a different type of love, and that’s okay.”

Percy just nodded and dropped his head to watch his sister sleep. Her drowsiness affected him, making his body sink deeper into the couch.

“Looks like you’d be a wonderful father, though.” Sally teased. Percy’s head shot up, his red cheeks cutting through the dim lighting.

“Mom!”

“I’m just messing with you.” Sally nudged her son. “I know how difficult it is for you two to…”

Her sentence faded off, but Percy knew exactly what she meant.

Demigods don’t usually get the best end of the stick— always fighting, defending, being sent off to fight wars and run errands. Barely anytime for a serious relationship, let alone a kid. It’s not that he and Annabeth hadn’t talked about starting a family, but they wanted to just see how it goes and make it through college first. Then, if both of them felt ready enough, they’d get a house together. And then they might start thinking about starting a family. The whole thing stressed Percy out, but that was one thing he loved about Annabeth; She always has a plan.

“All I know,” Sally snapped her attention back at Percy, placing her hand under his chin. “Is that Perseus Jackson can handle anything that’s thrown at him.”

Percy’s eyes swelled with tears again, but it was not out of fear or shame. Percy was loved, he felt whole for the first time in his life. He was holding the weight of the world in his hands— no. He had done that before, and he knew Estelle was more fragile and important to him than the entire world balanced on his shoulders. He looked down at the sleeping baby and smiled. The future was going to be bright because Estelle was in it now.

“You should get some sleep,” Sally stood from the couch. “Big day tomorrow.”

“What? We’re going to the boardwalk.”

“Yea. Better rest those dart throwing hands or else you’ll end up embarrassed like last year.” Sally mimed throwing darts at a board, a boardwalk tradition that had caused competitive tension for years.

“Oh, please,” Percy scoffed. “Last year does not count!”

The two laughed about the normal mortal mishaps that have become more frequent in their lives and Percy, for just a moment, feels a wave of normalcy. A family tradition at a family vacation home— things were starting to look average for the Jackson family. Not that Percy didn’t love all of his years at camp and as a demigod, but sometimes he wondered what a completely and utterly normal life would be like.

He set Estelle back down in her crib, setting the soft fabric over her body as she cooed. He smiled down at her, admiring the softness of her cheeks and the way her hair was just barely to her ears. Her arms stretched out and her legs kicked, imitating what looked like mountain climbing. Percy watched her body move and contort and wondered what was going on inside of that little head. He bent down and kissed her temple.

“I’m sure your dreams are more peaceful than mine,” Percy whispered to his sister. “But if that ever changes, you can always come and find me.”

Percy left the room and shut the door behind him, leaving it slightly cracked. Something about making sure their rooms remained connected, his door open at all times, just seemed right to Percy. If he couldn’t be the hero for the entire world, he wanted to at least be a hero for Estelle.

Percy closed his eyes and for the first time in a very long time, had a totally peaceful sleep.

note: thank u for reading !! original work by me posted on ao3 (sefoxx)

[coquettemouse-deactivated202507]

[the-sunniest-angels]

'The Sun'

(Based off 'The Sun' by Edvard Munch. Part of a not-quite-a-comic-but-sort-of-a-comic I'm working on.)

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[forrpercyy]

powercouple

[forrpercyy]

stables scene

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nico he thinks everything is his fault di angelo. nico blames himself di angelo. nico told he was never supposed to be alive in the first place and thinks he has to make up just for existing di angelo.

[forrpercyy]

doodles

[aph-ro-ditee]

i will fight for you ~

jercy oneshot !!

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During a late night talk on the beach, Percy and Jason reveal their many confused feelings— about their friends, a quest, and each other.

The sand is warm on my feet despite the sun’s absence and the chill in the ocean breeze. As I make my way over to the figure sitting by the shore, I take note in the calmness of the water. My feet pause before I go any closer, my heart beat loud in my head.

Why did he call me so suddenly? My head rattles around a million ideas, staring at the dark haired boy in front of me. Is something wrong? Is this goodbye? Where’s Annabeth?

Like he could read my thoughts or feel my racing pulse through the sand, the boy turns and locks his eyes on me. The unruly wind doesn’t seem to affect him, just give him the perfect blowout. The color of his skin like a dark sand, speckled with pebbles and seashells. His ocean-green eyes swim around me, as gentle as the tide at your feet. My face gets hot, hopefully not noticeable without the bright beach sunlight above me. I still can’t seem to move.

“Jason,” He says my name and smiles and I feel lighter. “Come here.”

With a playful pat on the sand, he gestures for me to join him. Impossibly, I am able to move again and sit down beside the boy as he returns his gaze to the horizon.

“Percy,” My voice catches in my throat. “Is everything okay?”

Percy laughs, a sound like a wave breaking over the sand.

“Everything’s fine, but it’s nice to know you worry about me.”

“Of course I worry about you,” I say like I feel like I’ve said it a million times. “I worry about all of us.”

Percy’s eyes drop and the ocean becomes wild again, as if his gaze were the only thing keeping it calm. I blush at the power.

“Percy,” I speak, but he won’t look at me. “Did something happen to someone? How come I haven’t heard about this?”

“Everyone’s okay, I promise,” Percy lets out a nervous laugh. “I just— I wanted to… I heard about…”

My heart was beating faster, louder, but not because of him. If something happened to one of my friends because I wasn’t there for them, I don’t think I could forgive myself.

“Percy, what is it?” I grab his shoulder, shaking him for his attention, a gesture that makes me almost nostalgic for our quests together.

“I spoke to Apollo,” Percy’s eyes remained on the sand. My stomach twists at the god of prophecy’s name. “Well, it wasn’t Apollo, but it was. He was with someone else and they had to do a quest and—“

“He wanted you to help them?” I guessed from his guilty expression that whatever they had talked about did not have a good outcome. Percy threw up his hands and I noticed tears pricking in his eyes.

“I just— I’m so sick of the quests! Running around for the gods, helping the ones that don’t care if I live or die,” The ocean became crazy, waves on the shore larger than I’ve ever seen. “But he needed me. Him and this little girl needed me and I said no. What if I did the wrong thing?”

I blink. I can’t imagine Percy Jackson turning down a quest, refusing to help someone in need. Then again, he was kind of the poster child for every quest within a six year span.

“It’s okay, man, It’s okay,” My grip on his shoulder becomes softer. I want him to know I really am there for him. “You deserve a break. Did they say what the quest was about?”

“Yea. The emperors of Rome are, like, zombifying? They’re coming back to take over the world and—“ Percy stops suddenly and whips his head around to look at me. My face goes hot.

“What? I didn’t—“

“You’re not thinking about…” Percy throws his hand toward the ocean, insinuating a long and difficult voyage.

“Oh,” I look around for anything else to stare at. “I mean, if I’m able to, I don’t see why I shouldn’t.”

Percy stares for a little while longer, like something is trying to burst out of his mouth but he’s holding it back. I realize I’m staring at his mouth and quickly look back down to the sand.

“Jason,” Percy turns fully to face me, much closer than we were before. “Do not do this to yourself. Lester— Apollo needs help, but just be careful how you give it to him. He has to learn his lesson somehow.”

My head is once again clogged with thoughts of how this makes any sense. A god, a mortal, on a quest by the gods, asking for demi godly help? Except this time, the god helps, too? It honestly sounds a lot better than the previous quests they’d been sent on.

“I can’t just leave them to do it on their own,” I finally say. “I help people. I like helping people. You deserve a break, but all I did was one lousy quest across the world with you.”

I blush at my words, specifying that I went with just him and disregarding the others. Percy’s eyes study my face like he’s scared to lose me.

“It wasn’t lousy and you know it,” Percy gives me that handsome smirk that’s been getting him in trouble since the fifth grade. “I actually called you here because I knew you’d be the only one to understand how I felt. Which is horrible, by the way.”

“Only one? What about Annabeth? Or even Piper?”

“Well, Annabeth knows how I feel, but she has her own world of mortal problems going on with school. I didn’t really want to dump all of this on her right now.” Percy brushed his hands through the sand as if they were remnants of his girlfriend. My heart jumps. “As for Piper… Honestly, I thought she’d be coming with you.”

Now I’m sure you can see my blush through the evening light. My nervous eyes must have told him everything because Percy speaks before I can explain.

“What? Are you kidding?”

“I didn’t say anything—“

“Why didn’t you tell me, man?” Percy’s hands find their way to my arms, gripping me like I need to be here in this moment with him right now.

“I— I don’t know. Didn’t seem important? Didn’t want to bother any of you guys?”

“This is super important!” Percy has this gentleness in his eyes, telling me that he’s right here with me, ready to talk. Although I don’t know if I am.

“Uh…” Suddenly I feel way too embarrassed to talk about my relationship in front of him. “I mean we’re not here to talk about me. You called me here for a reason, remember? Apollo and all that?”

“Hmph,” Percy scoffs. “I did. But we will come back to this.” He spins his finger around in the air as a reminder that we must return to the conversation.

“So, what, Apollo and this kid are just prancing around New York right now?”

“Well, they’re actually on their way to… California...” Percy says, tiptoeing around his words.

“What? Why would they—“ The realization hits me like a truck and my body is fueled with adrenaline. “Piper is in California. What does he want with Piper?”

The anger inside of my is almost embarrassing, considering that we broke up months ago. I shouldn’t feel this way about her, but I do. I still care about everyone that was on that ship with me no matter what.

“Jason, I’m sorry,” Percy’s face goes blank, consoling me for a sadness I don’t feel.

“Why are you sorry?” My eyes search his face for a clue, but it’s as unreadable as the ocean in the middle of nowhere. “Now I can go and stop her from joining the quest, I can—“

“I told him where to find her,” Percy finally lets out. “I told him that… You and Piper knew about the burning maze.”

My eyes fill with tears. He told him to find me and Piper? To ask us for help on their quest? Maybe he didn’t expect us to go with, or to even agree to it, but… He called me— us— here to stop us…

“I’m sorry, Jason. I thought I’d get a hold of the both of you, I didn’t think she’d say yes—“

“She said yes?” My entire body fills with… I’m not quite sure. Rage? Grief? And towards who? I can’t blame Piper for agreeing, she’s been through so much and has such a big heart, of course she’d help them out.

“I thought you’d understand. I thought I could come here and warn you and maybe figure out a way to—“ Percy’s words are cut off by tears. He’s crying?

“Percy,” I am suddenly right back on the beach with the son of the sea god. “Of course me and Piper are going to go. I can’t have you running off on any more quests, especially if I’m not on them.”

“I shouldn’t have told him,” Percy wipes his face. “I should have just gone by myself and dealt with it. That way, if anything bad happens, it would be to me. It would be in my control. I’m sorry it’s not.”

The two of us stare, for a long time, just at each other. Percy’s eyes shimmer like the stars reflecting on the water. His face is red after being worked up like that. His lips are damp from his tears, making them look softer than usual. I catch myself staring at his mouth again, but I don’t look away this time.

Percy’s eyes flutter, his movements unsure until his lips press into mine. My heart explodes, beating faster than I’m sure it’s meant to. My body relaxes into the sand as I feel his hands on me now, grabbing at my neck. His tongue slips into my mouth and we become connected. Maybe it’s his tears, or just the natural state of his body, but I swear I taste salt water. My mouth moves like I can’t get enough as I press into him. Annabeth is lucky to get this all the time. I think to myself, then quickly push Percy away. Annabeth!

My eyes go wild, guilty and ashamed and embarrassed. Percy looks at my like a lost puppy, begging for more.

“I can’t— I didn’t— I’m sorry, I don’t know why…” My words fail me. How could I do this to Annabeth?

Then, as if the world were one big joke, Percy laughs. He laughs and laughs, so much that I start laughing, too. Now I feel insane on this beach with him, alone, laughing into the night sky. My body is so warm, I’m scared I’m going to heat up the ocean all by myself.

“Why are we laughing?” I finally asked through chuckles.

“Because,” Percy wipes his face again, but this time the tears are from belly laughter. “It’s really not that funny, I just couldn’t believe the look on your face!”

I laugh some more, but I am beyond embarrassed.

“It’s cute that you’re concerned,” The word slipped out so casually I almost missed it. “But I guess you don’t know about me and Annabeth the same way we didn’t know about you and Piper.”

“WHAT?” I scream so loud, a nearby flock of seagulls fly away. “You and Annabeth broke up?!”

“No!” Percy yells back as if the idea scared him. “Gods, no. I don’t think I’d be this calm about that. Her and I, we just… Wanted to try something new. Polyamory? Non-monogamy? We’re not sure, but she knows I’m here right now. With you. With these feelings.”

Feelings.

“Oh.” I say dumbfounded. This is… Not how I expected this night to go.

“Is that okay with you?” Percy moves closer again, so close that I can feel his breathing.

“Yea,” I nod, unable to focus on anything but his lips. “Fine with me.”

Percy kisses me again, hard, grabbing me and pulling me closer.

Feelings. I think to myself again. He has feelings for me?

He must have been able to feel my thoughts, because Percy pulls away for a second.

“Relax.” He whispers into my mouth before kissing my again.

All of the emotions, the roller coaster of feelings we have felt within the time we’ve spent sitting here on this beach come spilling out. Every ounce of anger, grief, sadness, guilt, love, admiration— They pour out of me and wash away into the ocean. My hands fall on Percy’s body, pushing up his shirt and feeling his warm, soft skin. He’s kissing me like he’s going to lose me, like he misses me, like he wants me. His hands grip my body like he’s guilty about it, and I feel his body twitch as I pull at his waist.

He’s as nervous about this as I am. The thought makes me smile into the kiss before I press harder, taking the lead. My hand slips below his pants line and he lets out a noise.

I stimulate him over his underwear until he is twitching underneath my touch. I continue to move until Percy pulls away. Instinctively, I pull my hand out of his pants and let it rest on his stomach.

“Jason,” Percy whispers, and my name is filled with adoration. “Please, don’t go on this quest.”

I smile. He really cares about me.

I kiss him, slowly and tenderly. When I pull away, our lips are still touching.

“I won’t.”

Percy smiles before we start moving again. We spend our night with each other, feeling each other. Gods, I’ve never seen him so vulnerable. My heart swells at this new side of the son of the sea god.

As our night ends, Percy leans against me, watching the ocean. His hair tickles my neck and his warmth engulfs me. I smile into the air.

“Do you miss it?” He asks.

“What? The Argo II?”

“Yea,” Percy takes a deep breathe, then releases. “I kind of miss the water.”

We both stare at the horizon, the endless mass of unexplored sea. The salty air reminds me of our endless days on the ship, constantly fighting and fending off enemies. It reminds me of our friends, the ones I care so much about. The ones in danger from this new threat, the Roman emperors and a rogue god. I close my eyes, soaking in the sounds of the ocean, thinking about this quest, my friends, Percy. And right there, with the demigod on my shoulder, I make a silent decision to accept the quest. To protect the world, to protect my friends, to protect him.

“Yea” I finally speak. “I miss it, too.”

note: original work by me, posted on my ao3 (sefoxx)

[aph-ro-ditee]

muse ~

solangelo oneshot !!

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Nico wants to learn guitar so he’s more connected to his boyfriend, but he’s pretty terrible at it. Will figures out a way he can help.



“Please take this seriously,” Will’s voice sounded serious but amused.

“I’m sorry, I just—“ Nico laughed and laughed, swinging his body back and forth. “I’ve never been so bad at anything in my life.”

On a warm summer day, the two sat somewhere within the camp woods in the sunlight during a bit a free time before dinner, with Nico sitting on a log and Will on the grass in front of him. Nico, after watching his boyfriend play during campfire the night before, decided he wanted to get just a little glimpse into the life of Will Solace and try to learn how to play guitar. Will, being the son of the god of music, barely had to touch his fingers to the strings. Nico had a bit more trouble.

“You just have to—“

“Will, I don’t think you understand that I can’t do it. I learned violin when I was eight, which was, like, seventy years ago.” Nico tried holding the guitar up to his chin like a violin, then realized it was much too large and slowly put it down.

“Right, but that means you should have some understanding of how this works. Try just playing what I taught you earlier.”

Nico set himself up, picking which fingers would go where and studying the strings. He bit his lip and strummed, making a sound like a musical whoopee cushion. Nico burst into laughter once again.

“Oh, gods!” With an exaggerated eye roll, Will threw his head in his hands. “I’m usually optimistic, but I really don’t think there’s any hope for you. Maybe we can find you a violin and we can switch up the campfire songs.”

“Yea, that’ll get everyone excited,” Nico mimed falling asleep, leaning forward then shooting back up. “If only you could, like, lend me your demigodly power. Just so I can know what it’s like to be able to play even one note.”

Nico laughed, but Will furrowed his brow.

“What?” Nico leaned forward. “You think that could actually work?”

Without saying a word, Will stood up, walked around, and behind Nico. He threw his legs over the log so he was straddling his boyfriend from behind and wrapped his arms around him, grabbing the guitar. His breath was hot on Nico’s neck, flustering the son of Hades.

“Worth a shot, right?” Will’s voice rang in Nico’s ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Will grabbed Nico’s hands one by one, moving them into position on the guitar. His hands were so soft under his own, and they very obviously felt awkward in playing position, which made Will smile.

“What?” Nico could feel the grin on his neck.

“You really have no clue what you’re doing.” Will moved his hands up Nico’s arms slowly, adjusting them so they’re out, ready to play. He moved each finger to where it needed to be, and laces his hands through Nico’s.

Will took a deep breath in and felt his demigod powers run through him, trying his best to pass them on to his boyfriend. He wasn’t sure if it was working, but it kind of felt the same way he did when he healed someone— like all of his energy was being shared.

With one swift movement, Will moved his thumb with Nico’s and played a perfect chord. The vibrations and gentleness of his hands made Nico soften.

The two sat there in silence for a bit, breathing in unison and sharing the leftover vibrations. He wasn’t sure what had happened, but it sure did work. Will felt drained from sharing his energy and Nico felt revitalized, as if the music itself healed him. He slowly turned his head to look at his boyfriend, their faces barely apart. Will’s eyes dropped to the boy’s lips, but Nico was more focused on how light Will’s eyes seemed.

“Will,” Nico barely had to speak to be heard, they were so close. “Do you feel alright?”

The boy just nodded, eyes still locked on Nico’s mouth as it moved.

“You don’t look so good, but—“ Nico’s voice caught on his breath. “I can— I feel different. I feel like—“

Will surged forward, pressing his lips to Nico’s and cutting off his words. He moved so fast that Nico had to catch himself, holding the boy’s weight as if he couldn’t do it himself. Nico tried pulling away, but it felt as if he were suddenly attached to his boyfriend, swapping energy back and forth, unable to leave without the other collapsing.

It was addicting.

The two sat there pressed against each other. Whatever was happening between them made it impossible to stop them from staying connected. Nico had been healed by his boyfriend before, but it felt more like a general warmth that spread throughout his body. This was…

“Will,” Nico could barely get the words out before his mouth was shut again. The sensation was so good, too good, but Nico forced himself away. Something wasn’t right.

“Will, what is going on?” Nico grabbed the son of Apollo by his shoulders and pushed him away. There was a weary look in his eyes, still focused on Nico’s lips.

“I…” Will’s voice was weak. “I don’t know. Can we kiss again—“

Will moved forward and Nico closed his eyes, then snapped back into it and pushed him away.

“No, Will, no. Listen to me, please.” Nico grabbed his face now, looking right into his eyes. “Have you ever done that before? Play music for someone— through someone?”

Will just shook his head. The color was coming back to his face, but he still looked like he could collapse at any moment.

Nico’s hands dropped from his face, and he realized that the energy he had felt was draining, too. He looked at the guitar on the floor. When did it get there?

“Nico,” Will’s voice brought the boy’s eyes back up. “I’m sorry, I don’t…”

“It’s okay, that was new,” Nico used a soft voice, trying his best to understand, to be there for his boyfriend. He put his hand to his face again. “That was nice, but new.”

Slowly, more sure this time, Nico moved forward, pressing into Will. At first, it was a normal kiss— soft and sweet, like always. When Nico slid his tongue into Will’s mouth, he felt another wave of godly power in his body. The son of Hades quickly pulled away, his body almost shaking.

“Okay maybe we uhm—“ Still flustered from all of the sudden energy and intimacy, Nico could barely speak. “Maybe we stop… doing that for a bit…?”

Will nodded, shaking the drowsiness off, then smiled.

“Okay,” Will let out a light laugh, seeming to finally have a grip on the situation. “But uhm… I think maybe we should figure out whatever that was.”

“Definitely.” Nico picked up the guitar and strummed it lightly. It didn’t sound good, but at least it was a real note. “You seem to have passed on some of your musical talent. Did you know you could do that?”

“I mean I guess so?” Will inspected his own hands. “I just wonder why it—“

“Made you want to kiss me?” Nico finished, giving a cocky smile.

“It probably has something to do with my vocal cords and the energy you took from me, but I also just really like kissing you.” Will leaned closer to his boyfriend, flicking his eyes down to his lips.

“Oh, no,” Nico lightly placed his hand on Will’s chest. “We can’t start this again. Let’s let your body refuel before we try anything like that. We don’t want you to get addicted.”

“What if I already am?” Will moved closer, lips almost touching Nico’s as he smiled.

“Alright, sunshine, let’s head back to camp. It’s almost dinner time.” Nico placed a quick peck on Will’s lips before standing. “I’m hungry.”

“Yea,” Will stood, taking Nico’s hand. He felt a warmth spread through him, sharing his light with his boyfriend. “I’m pretty starving. Y’know, from kissing you, sharing my musical vibrations.”

At those words, Will shook his arm, mimicking the vibrations from the guitar. The two laughed as they made their way back to camp, letting the sunset lead them out of the forrest as the wind blew through the trees. Nico was certain he could hear a melody in the rustling of the leaves, but quickly shook it out of his head. He’d have to get used to his new musical talent, but he didn’t complain. It felt nice to feel connected to his boyfriend like this. He wondered if he could maybe do the same thing…

“Do you think I could try, like, giving you my zombie powers?” Nico asked.

“What?” Will’s head whipped to look at Nico. “That’s ridiculous, how would that work?”

Nico just shrugged, but then really thought about it. How would that affect the both of them?

“We’ll just have to try one day.”

The boys laughed and discussed the silly things they would do with their new found shared powers— a musical band of skeleton zombies. It sounded ridiculous, but the idea that they could share something like this made Nico feel warm. They had found a way to combine parts of themselves, to feel one another on a deeper level.

As the sunlight fell on Nico’s face and the shadows from the trees cooled Will’s skin, the two demigods walked hand in hand, and felt more connected than ever.

note: thank u for reading !! original work by me, posted on my ao3 (sefoxx)

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practicing environments

with my loving ocs

[luluump3]

I have a HC that the Di Angelo siblings are a really famous case like Madeleine McCann. No one knows where are they or how they went 'missing', they just vanished from the face of the earth.

And recently, i thought about the idea of Will loving this case when he was younger, which it's kinda funny to me because he literally DATES one of the siblings now.

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ooh this is so interesting and would be so fun to play into… nico trying to lead him a stray from finding out but it’s driving will crazy how familiar this kid looks

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will getting flustered whenever nico has his hair in a messy ponytail

[yakovsantucci]

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zombie!jason

i know it’s impossible but i will do anything to keep jason grace around

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rubber band ~

percabeth oneshot !!

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When Percy and Annabeth finally get some alone time, none of it seems to be spent alone.

The dorms of New Rome were small, but Percy and Annabeth didn’t mind. Percy kept his room cool and the walls were mostly covered with pictures he had collected over his years at camp, with a few posters scattered around of his favorite movies and bands old and new. Only one bed fit in his room, but he was used to sleeping alone. A desk occupied the far wall next to a small closet, but most of his clothes were on the floor in classic college fashion.

The sun was setting when Annabeth showed up at Percy’s door with a bag full of snacks. Immediately, he understood.

“Start making the popcorn,” He smiled and pointed at his girlfriend, mocking a demand. “I’ll pick the movie.”

“What?” Annabeth’s face contorted as if that were the worst insult she’d ever heard. “You picked the movie last time, it’s my turn!”

“Uhm, no. I don’t even remember what movie we watched, therefore I couldn’t have picked it.” Percy shrugged. His logic made sense to him!

“Percy,” Annabeth sighed. “You picked Finding Nemo. You cried.”

Percy was not very amused with this news, and just pointed at Annabeth and the popcorn again. With a few playful grunts and complaints, she was soon back with the perfect movie date snack— salted popcorn and M&M’s mix.

“You always get the ratio right,” Percy took a handful and shoved it in his mouth. “I love you for that.”

Annabeth just shook her head and laughed, searching for the remote to the TV. Eventually, she found it under his bed, somehow inside of a shoebox.

“How did that even get there?” She chided, and Percy shrugged again.

“‘Dunno,” He took another handful of movie-mix. “A boy’s room is a mystery.”

The two agreed on a movie together. They had picked one that neither of them had seen before but after reading some reviews and doing a deep dive into the cast, they decided it was the perfect film for their date night.

It wasn’t long before Annabeth found herself comfortably on top of Percy— one leg over his with her hand on his stomach and her head resting on his chest. She loved to listen to his heartbeat and feel his breathing, moving her head up and down. Her fingers traced lightly over his very, very defined body between handfuls of popcorn, and she enjoyed hearing his heartbeat speed up whenever she went lower than usual.

It was completely dark in the room now that the sun was fully below the horizon, but the glow of the TV cast a light on the two that made them look like they were cutout of a color magazine and put into an old fashioned newspaper. About an hour into the movie, both of them were almost asleep. Percy only jerked awake when his phone screen buzzed and lit up so bright it left dark spots in his eyes. He just reached over and pushed his phone on to the floor face down.

“What was that for?” Annabeth spoke, now awake from the loud thud.

“Easy solution to an annoying problem.” Percy said as if he had done that a lot, and Annabeth wondered how much more damage the phone could really take before breaking completely.

Annabeth didn’t bother returning her attention to the movie, she just shut her eyes after their short conversation. She barely started to drift off when Percy’s heart pounded in her ears. Her eyes shot open, worried her boyfriend might be having some sort of episode right here in his dorm, but she realized he was just watching the movie. Annabeth followed his gaze and her heart leaped as well.

Two very attractive actors had been pining for each other the whole movie, and they had finally kissed. No, not just kissed, they were alone together and very passionately kissing— obviously a turning moment in the movie considering this scene seemed to be lasting forever. Annabeth blushed in the TV light as Percy’s hand moved softly over her body.

Annabeth looked up from his chest. Gods, he’s perfect, she thought. The shadow from the light made Percy’s jaw line cut sharp across his face, and his side profile was so beautiful. Annabeth thought he was way more attractive than the man in the movie. She must have been staring at him for so long, because he blushed and a smile curled at his lips. Annabeth almost jumped out of her skin when his eyes darted down at her. Even though they had been together for years, she still got nervous butterflies when they were this close.

“Hey,” Percy smiled and barely whispered, his deep, soft voice trickling down Annabeth’s spine. His eyes flicked toward her lips and he slid is hand into her hair and around her neck, leaning into her.

They were so close, Percy studied her face with every breath. His eyes made Annabeth feel small and warm. He was obsessed with her. When his eyes landed on her lips and they stayed there, making Annabeth blush so much that she felt glad it was hard to see in the dark room.

As Percy leaned in for a kiss, Annabeth dragged her fingers down his abdomen and played with the hem of his pajama pants. His lips grazed hers, and her hands felt his heart beating so fast in his chest. Their lips were barely together when Percy slid his tongue into her mouth and—

The door slammed open so loud, Annabeth screamed. The fluorescent light poured in obnoxiously, interrupting their date with a flash bang. They both glared at the figure in the door.

“Percy!” A familiar voice cut over the movie. “Did you see my text?”

For a moment, Percy just blinked, trying to comprehend what was going on. His heart was still beating fast, now from a mix of adrenaline and embarrassment, and his head still felt light. When his body relaxed, he realized that the person in front of him was his best friend Grover.

His eyes flicked from Grover, to his phone on the ground, then back to Grover.

“What?” Percy said as his friend made his way closer to the bed.

“I texted you!” Grover showed his phone screen, which had a movie poster kind of like the one above Percy’s desk. His eyes went wide as he grabbed the phone out of his friend’s hand.

“No way,” Percy studied the photo, scrolled through a bunch of names Annabeth didn’t recognize, and even squealed in excitement. “Holy shit, dude! This is insane! When did-“

Annabeth didn’t do anything, but her presence must of made itself known, because suddenly Percy was not very interested in Grover’s phone anymore. He cleared his throat and gave the phone back to Grover. Poor, poor Grover, who seemed to be oblivious. Percy’s hands fell back on to Annabeth and she gave an awkward smile.

She knew that Grover and Percy were best friends— literally bound together by the force of the gods— but sometimes he struggled with boundaries. Annabeth let the two of them have loads of guy time, with and without her. But sometimes, she wanted to be with just Percy, like right now.

Grover scrolled more on his phone before Percy cleared his throat again and pointed at Annabeth, trying to give more of a clear sign. Grover just stared at him.

“Oh,” Grover jumped. “Hi Annabeth!”

“Hey, Grover,” Annabeth smiled and laughed, but Percy threw his head in his hands.

“Are you two watching a movie?” Grover turned to look at the TV, which was now paused. Grover looked back at the two of them cuddled in bed. “What movie is this?”

Again, Percy said nothing. He gave Grover a look that said Dude, I’m a little busy! Girlfriend in my bed!

Grover studied them for a moment before gasping.

“Oh, gods, I’m so sorry, I should have known, I’m so sorry—“ Grover apologized all the way out the door until it was shut, leaving Percy and Annabeth alone in the light of the TV again. Percy rolled his eyes and wiped his face in embarrassment, but Annabeth just laughed.

“Gods,” His voice fell back into a hushed tone. “I can never get five minutes with my girlfriend.”

Before she could respond, Annabeth’s mouth was shut as Percy pressed into her. His tongue tasted like salt water and his hands wrapped up and around her neck. Annabeth’s hand remained low on his stomach, but just rubbed in circles, feeling the way his body hitched whenever she slipped beneath his pants.

Percy’s hand moved slowly down her body, and his mouth followed. Pressing gentle but intense kisses on her neck, he breathed against her skin. His teeth nipped right above her collarbone and Annabeth let out a small noise. Percy smiled against her skin, making her feel warm.

On their way down, Percy’s hands tugged at the bottom of Annabeth’s shirt, asking for permission. With a slight nod of her head, Annabeth’s body felt hot with an intense feeling, begging to be released. His hands found their way up and under her bra, the slight stimulation making her quickly gasp for air.

Percy moved his mouth up to bite her ear before whispering; “I need you, Annabeth.” Then, his mouth was back on her mouth and Annabeth slipped her hand fully into his pants. Both of them were so close, their body heat making it hard to breathe as they gently felt each other’s skin.

When the door slammed a second time, Percy was the one to yell. Quickly, he pulled his bedsheets back over him and Annabeth.

“Grover!” Percy’s voice was weak and he knew his entire body was red, which now gave Grover an obvious sign that now wasn’t the best time.

“I’m sorry!” Grover covered his eyes with his hand. “I just found out that the movie comes out on your birthday and I wanted to—“

“Yes, we’ll see the movie together!” Percy was getting impatient, moving his hands around like he was shooing a bug away.

Grover didn’t say anything this time, he just turned, almost missed the doorway, and left, closing the door behind him. Percy sighed again.

“I’m so sorry, Annabeth,” He put his hand on her cheek and she smiled into it. “The universe can never leave us alone.”

“It’s okay, we should be used to it by now.” Annabeth smiled and Percy kissed her again, but she pulled out of it.

“What?” His face dropped, worried that the mood had been completely ruined.

“Do you have a rubber band?” Annabeth’s eyes looked at Percy, then to his lips, then back up, making his heart do jumping jacks in his chest. Still, his face turned in confusion.

“A rubber band?” Percy asked, but Annabeth just smiled, nodded. “Why would I need a…”

Annabeth slid her hand completely under the band of his pants, and all at once, realization hit. Percy basically flew out of bed and hit the ground so hard, the noise echoed. The excitement running through his body made it difficult for him to function properly, and on all fours, he searched for a rubber band.

Above him Annabeth laughed. Somewhere between his desk and his dressed was a large brown rubber band, and his legs finally seemed to stand him up properly enough to stumble over his clothes on the floor and make it to the door. This time, when it opened, the light wasn’t so blinding. He slipped the rubber band around the door knob and slammed it shut. Annabeth winced at the noise, sure that all this banging would get them a noise complaint.

Just as easily as he flew off of the bed, Percy was back up and under the covers. Annabeth just looked at him and couldn’t help but smile knowing that they made each other this excited.

The movie was over, but the screen stayed on, illuminating the two of them in enough light to see what they were doing. Percy’s mouth met hers and their bodies went crazy. They pressed against each other, yearning for the other’s warmth and closeness, and everything was perfect. The universe may have wanted them apart, but at least it knew not to interrupt when a rubber band was on the doorknob.

note: thank u for reading !! original work by me, posted on my ao3 (sefoxx) :3