I think ao3 is literally the only site where no censorship means no censorship. you can post the most vile things on there — things that will get taken down on any other platforms — and ao3 will protect you, your works, and your rights to create whatever you want, however you want.
and no, this isn’t me saying “write that messed up, disgusting thing” because while, yes, write it if it’s what you want (I myself enjoy writing dark fics, something I believe would be considered “vile” to a lot of people), this is me saying in a world of censorship and capitalism, ao3 really is a treasure.
He could do this. Really, he could. All Percy had to do was walk over to Cabin 13, push open the door, and ask Nico to go with him… somewhere. Anywhere. Times Square, Central Park, maybe even Coney Island, anywhere where they could be away from the demigod world and just, be together. Just, y’know, as friends. Nico deserved that much, really.
It would be awkward, maybe, especially since the whole ‘wasn’t his type’ thing was only a week ago, but it would be worth it too. He missed Nico’s dark humor, his snarky smirks, the way those silky curls bounced when Percy finally got a laugh out of him… he just missed Nico. Missing a friend was normal, anyways, even if they’d had a crush on you and you felt like a damned idiot for missing it.
And to solve that, all Percy had to do was walk over—
Percy awkwardly, woodenly, made his way from Cabin 3 to Cabin 13.
—push open the door—
Percy pushed open the door.
—and ask Nico to hang out.
“Hey Nico, you wanna…”
Percy stopped talking, sea green eyes dilated as he stared at the son of Hades.
Nico stared back, an eyebrow raised delicately as he bent seemingly in half while standing up, his head upside down and peaking through his spread open legs.
“You ever heard of knocking?” Nico asked, springing back into a normal position that didn’t make Percy’s brain feel like it was performing advanced calculus while dodging the Lernaean Hydra.
“K-knocking wastes time, figured we could save the time and—“
Nico’s right leg folded up—pale olive skin on display thanks to sinfully tiny shorts—until it was unfolding straight above Nico’s head.
“You can keep talking,” Nico said airily, holding his leg steady with both hands. Percy blinked at him. Nico rolled his eyes. “I’m not exactly going to turn my ears off.”
No, just turn my brain off, Percy thought, eyes once more dilated until only a slim rim of sea green remained. He couldn’t even remember what he’d come here to say. And man, Percy was suddenly really warm and really thirsty.
“You, uh, since when do you…”
Percy lost that train of thought as Nico’s already tiny shorts slipped further down his leg—the skin was even paler there, Percy noted absently.
“Since when do I do yoga?” Nico asked, which Percy nodded to quickly—it was close enough, he thought. “Since Westover, it was part of the physical education regimen.”
Nico let his leg fall—and Percy suddenly remembered he should be breathing. Right now, even.
“R-right, yes, that makes sense. So, uh, Nico—“
Again, Nico bent into another pose—his head and shoulders on the ground with his legs straight up, corded muscles on his arms and backside tensing—and again, Percy’s voice stopped working. It was odd how this kept happening, Percy mused with what brain cells weren’t staring at Nico. Nico’s hands were holding the small of his back a little shakily, Percy noted.
“…do you need help?” Percy managed to ask, his voice unexpectedly quiet.
“It’s no good unless I do it on my own,” Nico said. And that was reasonable, so why did Percy feel disappointed? “I guess there are some other ones I could use some help with, though.”
🌊 for @percicomicrofic | prompt: HORSE but really just dead sea discord dddne channel | word count: 1.2k *i give up* | universe: alt post-canon
Jason didn't want it to come to this.
"Unlock the door, Jason."
Jason tried to not let it come to this.
"Jason!"
Jason held on for days, looking for some alternative, any other option to get them together, to get them to talk. Anything to avoid finding himself in this exact situation - on one side of a locked hotel bathroom door, with two of his closest friends, who also happen to be the most dangerous people in whatever room they're in, on the other side, threatening him with bodily harm.
"Jason Grace if you do not let me out of this room right now - !" Nico shouts, rattling the handle again.
"Oh, you'll what? Kick the door down?"
Percy's sarcasm really carries through the heavy wooden door. It'd be impressive, if it hadn't been the source of Jason's misery over the last four days.
"What, you think I couldn't?"
"No no, I'm sure you could - or maybe we could find a baby deer to do it."
"Well we can keep that as an option if bashing your thick skull against it doesn't work," Nico shoots back icily, and well. Maybe half of the source of Jason's misery.
Bring Percy and Nico on a road trip, they said. It'll force them to talk to each other and realize their feelings, they said. Yeah well, they were out of their minds for ever trying this, Jason thinks, knocking his head against the door in frustration. If he ever sees them again, he's giving them a real piece of his mind - if he has any pieces left.
The them in question being himself, from about a week ago when he thought this trip was a good idea.
"Well how was I supposed to know the tiny horse was some kind of cursed relic?!"
"Umm Jason follows you into the bathroom to give you a mysterious stone horse - suspiciously identical to the one we saw at the Troy exhibit yesterday -"
"Yeah and then who came in here to look at it?"
"- as a 'gift' with absolutely no context, and you thought there was even the slightest chance it wasn't magical?"
"Well maybe not but it might not've been cursed!"
"It was discovered in a tomb!"
"Doesn't mean it was -"
"In a swamp! In the hands of a mummified corpse!"
A put-out huff and a brief silence. Jason listens, ear pressed to the locked door, momentarily hopeful. Maybe they're finally losing the energy to fight about this...
"I mean, how have you never heard about Greeks bearing gifts?!"
... or maybe the size of the bathroom will keep the collateral damage to a minimum and it'll be easy for Jason to clean up the blood.
"He's not even Greek! And sor-ry if I don't just immediately distrust someone's intentions even though we've been friends for years -"
"Oh for fuck's sake," Jason shouts at the wood, and for once the two of them shut up. Jason takes his chance.
"Look I didn't want to give you a cursed horse! I just can't take it anymore, whatever's going on with you two. Whenever you're in a room together it's like you go out of your way to piss each other off, but then when one of you eventually storms off, the other sits around moping and pining and being all wistful about it, making it my problem and asking every two seconds if I think we should go looking for you! Then you're back together and inseparable for all of a minute before it starts all over again! It has to end, I'm losing my mind, and since one of you enjoys teleporting away from his feelings -"
"I do not teleport away from -"
"Nico has feelings?"
"Quiet! You think I wanted to steal the cursed swamp tomb relic? Of course I didn't want to steal the cursed swamp tomb relic. I'm surprised my face hasn't melted off yet, but honestly? It'll be worth it if it traps the two of you together - and more importantly, away from me - long enough to either kill each other or admit you're in love. I honestly don't even care anymore which one, just figure it the fuck out!"
There's a long silence.
"... damn, Grace. Didn't know you had it in you."
Another pause. When Nico finally speaks, his voice is right against the door, quiet and a little panicked. Jason feels his heartstrings tug traitorously on his resolve.
"Look, Jace, I - I appreciate what you're trying to do, but he doesn't, it's not - nothing has changed and I just... I can't do this, okay? Please?"
"He doesn't what?" Percy asks, from further away. Jason holds his breath.
"Percy, just - don't worry about it."
Movement. Muffled footsteps start and stop.
"No, tell me. I don't what?"
Percy's voice is much closer now. Jason considers praying, but that feels kind of loaded, given what he'd be asking for.
"Well, you don't."
"No, you don't."
A dismissive scoff. Forget loaded, Jason's praying.
Dear Dad, I know it's been a while, and you kind of hate them -
"Oh, is that what you think?"
"I mean, not always, but half the time it's like you can't stand being in the same room with me, Nico, so what am I supposed to think?"
- but if you could grant these two idiots the ability to get a grip -
"Yeah, well, it's kind of hard to take being around you sometimes, when you just, you keep..."
"I keep what?"
- just long enough to admit they're obsessed with each other -
"... you keep leading me on."
"I'm not leading you on!"
"You are! You keep smiling at me, and looking and, and trying to make me laugh, and touching me -"
- it would really make my life so much easier. Uh, thanks -
"Yeah, I know I do, but - Nico, I'm not leading you on."
"Well what are you doing? And Percy, so help me if you make some stupid joke right now - mmfph -!"
- or, amen?
If there was anything else to hear, Jason misses it and he is just fine with that. He's already out of the room, halfway down the hall and pulling out his phone to open his one group chat.
J: Well Leo, you'll be happy to know your lock thing worked.
Leo the Burninator: ummm ofc my lock thing worked, my things always work, y u not think itd work?
Pipes: never mind that, how'd your thing go, J?
J: Well, the good news is that they're still both in there and they've stopped shouting.
Pipes: awwwwww <3
Leo the Burninator: omg cuuuuute :3
J: ... they're going to be so gross now, aren't they?
Leo the Burninator: oh DISGUSTING. wuts the other bad news?
J: Oh, I'm just pretty sure if I can't get that stupid powers-blocking horse relic back into the British Museum by tonight, I'll be cursed for all eternity, and so will my descendants, and my descendants' descendants...
Pipes: well that and INTERPOL.
J: ... again.
Pipes: Again.
Leo the Burninator: ... ur planning on having descendants?
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Harry had never been good at living. How could anyone really expect him to be, with his upbringing? It didn’t really scream functional adult. So it wasn’t a surprise that he sucked at being a vampire. The surprise was the level of sucking.
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