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Inspired by a post of gatesofember

Summary: Acient greek au where Jason is a priest of Hades and becomes obsessed over Hades immortal son, worshipping him with devotion. Nico becomes curious and decides to meet this mortal who spents hours kneeling at his altar. Jason does not recignise the beautiful stranger as the minor god he so adores but there is no way this beauty before him is mortal.

Jason kneels before the altar of the son of Hades. No one has giving the beautiful god a name and if someone dared, no one has spoken it out loud. Most call him just "The son of Hades" or "the dark prince" since his altar is always in the shadows but Jason secretly calls him "shadow flower" after all his is not just Hades's son. Jason knows he probably should not spent this much time as this one altar but he can not stay away. Every day he spents hours sitting before the statue of the young god, staring at the statue of the beautiful godling, giving offerings and praining. His fallow priest just roll their eyes at him and the few citizens who come this far into the dark temple wisper that he is possesed or crazy. Cursed by Hades for ignoring his duties or shot by Erros error to be in love with a statue. He does not care, he does not listen.

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Nicoloó titles his head in confusion. For quit a while this mortal took care of his altar. He was a miner god with a small and less important domain. Morals rarely praid to him, let along build him an altar or give him offerings. Exept this mortal, he spent more time at his altar then at his fathers or mothers. Which annoyed them, to his own amusement. His parents were not petty enough to strike the mortal down so there was no worry there. Still it confused him. What did this young man want from him? Did he hope to gain favour with his father through him? But somehow that did not seem right.

"What do you have on your mind my son?", his father asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. He looks up, meeting his fathers questioning eyes. "Nothing important", he mutters flushing slightly. His mother laughts "Thinking about the little priest of yours again darling?", Nicos face turned scarled, he wants to argue that it is one "his" priest but with how much time he spents kneeling at Nicos small altar he knows the paint is mute. "Why don't you go and see for yourself?", Presephone asked. Nico stills, staring at her. "But mother my duties. I can not simply leave and -" "Your work will still be here when you return", his father cuts in, "you do not need to rest as mortals do. Go to the temple by day and come back when Apollos sun goes down." Nico can not help but stare at his parents, stunned but he can't come up with a reason not to go. So he simple nods and takes a bite out of the pomagranet in his hand.

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As he often does Jason once more kneels at the altar of the young god he so loves to worship when he hears a voice he dreads, the head priest of Hades' temple. "Jason this can't go on like this", he says. Jason sights, well used the the same argument over and over again. "I am not doing anything wrong Octavian", he says eyes still closed, "I am a priest. I am praying, worshipping the gods, caring for their altars and giving them offerings." The man scoffs: "You mean your one god. You are a priest of Hades, not-", he gestured to the statue, "him." Jason gritts his teeth finally turning around, still half on his knees. "I do not think Hades will mind me praining to his son", he says. Octavian scoffs "You will see what happens when you ignore your duties", he turns around but before he disappears he calls out: "You are on floor duty!". Jason resisted the urge to curse. Floor duty was tidious and embarrassing duty which was mostly used as a punishment. It ways otherwise suppost to rotate but his fellow priest had made him do it for weeks now. His hands were still row from doing it a few days ago.

"Wow what a cunt", a voice said. Jason turned around standing up fully and stopped half way. A young man, a few years younger then him, stept out of the shadow. This could not be a mortal. Such beauty could not belong to a mere human. Hair as black as ebeny, skin as pale as the rare snow and lips blood red, dark-brown, big eyes which reminded him of a young deer. The stanger was dressed in black clothes, well made but for some reason he was barefoot. Jason stood there, open mouthed which cased the stanger to laugh. "Well hello stranger", the boy said, "have I frightend you?" Jason shock himself off. "My apologies", he mumbled, "I have not seen you there-" Jason stopped, he was not sure how to adress the stranger. "Nicoloó", the boy said, "my name is Nicoloó, but call me Nico. So tell me who are you and what was that about?" Jason knew he should not tell a stranger to much and should not talk badly about his head priest but for some reason he wanted to trust the boy and the loneliness of the last times had left him isolated.

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Nico was furious. The priest has been humiliated and put down for weeks because he praid at his altar. When Jason explained that he was to scrup the temple floor by himself he barely resisted the urge to find the head priest and rip him apart. But that what surely scare Jason away and Nico find he liked the priest so he offered to help with the cleaning. Jason had protested but at the end that has agreed that they would work together and talk durting it. Nico was very corious and Jason did not disappoint. "Why did you become a priest of Hades?", he asked. Hades was not a very popular god. Most mortals were to afraid to even speak his fathers name, let along mentain his temple.

Jason snorted: "Well intresting story... let's call it a mix of rebellion and punishment." Nico raised an eyebrown and Jason contined, "My homelife was... let's say complicated. I am one of my fathers bastards and my stepmother wanted to use my for political gain. So I was trained and was to be married off but well.. the problem was that I was more interested in my sword instructor then the woman I was suppost to wed." Jason turned dark red, seemingly regretting his words but still he continued, "My stepmother lost it. My father disowned me on the spot and they tried to brush it under the table since they found it shameful that I... well you know. So they send me away. They wanted to sent me to the temple of Zeus but I refused. I was sick and tired of being their tool so I-", "You chose the god who would piss your parents off the most but they couldn't refuse." Jason flushed once more but nodded.

Their friendship grew fast after that. By day Jason and Nico spent their time in the temple but by night Nico would disapear without a trace and Jason would spent more time at the altar of the prince of the underworld. Jason was still confinced that Nico was not mortal but had not found out who exectly he has and Nico kept deflecting his questions.

Jason found himself conflicted as he started to develope feelings for devine boy but at the same time his obsession with the god he worshipped also grew. One day Nico asked what so many had asked: "Why do you worship a minor god so devotedly? Why this one?" Others had asked in with condecention or even mocker, Nico seemed simply curious.

Jason wasn't sure how to answer. "I guess it's because he faszinates me", he answers, "I can hardly put it into words. I spent hours everyday staring at the statue and-" but Jason stopped. For countless hours he started at the perfect face of the young god but was unable to recugnize him when he met him in real life.

Jason was sure he would faint. "Gods of Olympus have mercy" he muttered, frozen in place. Nico smiled "I see you have finally figured it out", he wispered a glitter in his eyes. Jason wasn't sure if he would die of embarrassment or cry with joy. All the things he had told Nico... .

He fell to his knees. Staring at the god in awe and shock. "My Lord...", Jason wasn't sure how to continue so he simple asked "Why are you here? Why me?"

"I wanted to see who was the mortal who worships a minor god with such devotion.", the god replied, "and I have to say I am not disappionted." Nico reached out and pulled the priest to his feet.

Post by @gatesofember

💬 2  🔁 10  ❤️ 71 · ancient Rome Jasico au with priest Jason working at a cave/temple sacred to Pluto and he obsesses over the shrine to Plut

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You know the Percy Jackson series is great when you get a new headcanon where the charakters look like the actors.

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It's sunday, my mum ordered takeout last night and made a cheese cake so I stuffed my face at 7 am with cake and pasta and now I have been at the gym for 4.5 hours. I am bord and questioning my life choices.

Happy 1. Advent everyone

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PJO fanfiction idea solangelo

Summary: Alpha Will has rejected every suiter his father has presented. To teach his son a lesson Apollo surches for the most stubborn omega out there. It doesn't go according to plan.

Prince William is turning 20 in only a few weeks and has so far rejected each and every suiter his father had invited. Claiming he wanted a partner not just a bride. Apollo is ready to rip his hair out in fustration. Fed up with his son's antics he has his men surch for the most stubborn, thick headed, disobediened omega they can find. So Will sees how great the other matches were.

They find Nico DiAngelo. The omega son of a minor noble who is only a year younger then Will and has refused to follow orders since his sister died a decade ago. When the guards first discovered him he pulled his sword on them. He can forfill most of the duties of his station such as singing and cooking but just refuses to do it for anyone but his loved ones. He is snarky and moody and rude. Perfect.

Apollo made a deal with Hades and had Nico dragged to the palace kicking and bitting to be betrothed to the prince. Apollo planned to keep the charade up for a few weeks just till Will sees sence and gets tired of the wild omega. What he didn't expect was for them to fit together like two puzzle pieces. Will softens Nicos edges and Nico becames Wills backbone and strongest defender. The day he planned on calling the engagement off he finds them making out in the guardens, completly unbothered. Now there were two headstrong, stubborn princes who were unseperable and it was all his doing.

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Fanfiction idea PJO Solangelo

Lawyer Nico/ Will in trouble

Will gets into trouble for something minor but for him it feels like the end of the world. Espacially because he has never been to court and is worried about is med school scollarship. He is just having not a good time at all. He must go to court and for that he needs a lawyer but his broke so that doesn't help either. But as luck would have it one of his friends knows a lawyer who might be able to help.

Enter Nico one of the youngest lawyers in the state, who at first does not want to help but after getting pestered he agrees to take a look at the case. Will is so relived but so nervous. When entering the office he imagined an older, striked looking guy who probably thinks he is an idot, which is a bit fair but still. Then he sees Nico... and walks right into the glass door of the office.

Nico meanwhile isn't sure if he is going to laugh or cry because he has to help this dude. He can't bring himself not to. It's like looking at a puppy and Nico is definintly a dog person. Now he sits in his office, listening to this panicing med student (how did he survive so long in med school?) who is holding an ice pack to his face and begging him for help. His wish to help has nothing to do with Wills beautiful blue eyes or his golden hair or his dump smiles that make Nicos knees weak. So what does he do? He will help Will out. For free. And calm him down. And maybe afterwards ask him out, just maybe.

Will is both completly in love, embarrassed as hell and absolutly terrified. He has a hot lawyer who apparently a reputation as a wild shark in court.

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PjO Fanfiction idea Solangelo

roman noble Nico/slave Will

Will gets taken prisoner by the roman tropes and dragged to rome, where he is given as a gift to the lonely son of a feared, high ranked roman noble. Will is absolutly terrified of his captor. He heard all kind of horror story growing up and some of the soldiers had gleefully told him what happened to beautiful boys with golden hair. So he tried really hard to please Nico to avoid the worst. Meanwhile Nico is freaking the fuck out about the beautiful slave boy because he was having insane gay panic. He is not stupid, he knew Will was scared and acting nice and perfect as a survival tactic. That didn't help the fact that Nico could barely keep his eyes off of Will and Will himself is somewhere between survival and blushing ever time Nico so much walked into the room.

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Home isn't a place, it's a feeling and I lost it.

I never felt "at home" at one spezifice place. I could be on holiday and "home" was the hotel-room. When my family moved out of my childhood home it didn't matter since I thought love was with the people I care about. Well resently my homelife has been a bit difficult because I keep arguing with my stepfather and it starts to feel like a mindfield ever time I come home. Often we argue over stupid, little things and the thing is, that he is mostly right. I know this and I try to be better but it's just never enought. I am to old for this mess but it is driving me crazy.

The wierd thing is, he only freaks out at me over this and only resently. He didn't care when it was his kid and true I am not the cleanest person (I clean like once a week or so) but he acts like I distroy the house. Normally it's stuff like: I didn't fold the towel the way he wanted or I left one plate in the sink or I forgot to emty the facum after cleaning. And I try so hard but he always finds something. Like when he and my mum went on holiday for a week and I cleaned the house top to bottom. When they came back he was pissed at me because his son felt the lights on and I didn't call him to switch them off. (I couldn't swich them off myself because I didn't have the key for the room where the switch was) or when I made chrismas cookies and woke up at 5 am. to clean up because the cookies had to harden and cool overnight. I cleaned the entire kitchen but forgot ONE spot in the oven where a bit of floor was. When I saw him that morning that was the first and only thing he said to me. He keeps saying he wants me to help out more but whenever I ask if they need help I am told "no" (like 9 out of 10 times) and he sees annoyed that I even asked. Or I come home after over 12 hours and want to eat my only meal of the day, they are in the garden. I didn't even saw them at the beginning. When I walked in they said hello, I greeded them, told them I was cold and that I would make dinner (we eat seperatly because of our sedules). The next day he was pissed because I didn't offer the help them then and there. It's not like I wouldn't have helped I just didn't think to ask in that moment and they say they shouldn't have to ask because I should see it all on my own.

There are a few other incidents but listing them would take forever. Point is I can't do this anymore. It's hurting my mum and I feel like I have no home any longer. I can't move out because I am still studying and have to leave for months at a time to go to the only school for what I am studying which is over 2 hours away and with what I earn an aparment is not an option. The hole thing is so fustrating because we used to get along so well. I even helped when I wanted to propose to my mum but now I dread hearing his voice because that means no more leaving my room or risking an argument.

Again I know he is not wrong but every small thing is suddenly the end of the world and no matter how much I try to think of every single thing, he always finds something new I did wrong. I can't wait to move out but that will take over a year still.

Yesterday we had our worst fight yet and if I had been his daughter I think he would might have hit me. I almost told him that it wasn't his buisness what I do with my room (it was made very clear that as long as I don't break anything my room is my buisness only) but I stopped myself because it is still his house and I realised that saying that would not only be untrue but also disrespectful. He challanged me to say more even though I tried to explain myself. The look in his eyes scared me. My mum stept between us then and I started crying because I hate this. I want to be as orderly as they want and I don't want to fight but it's never good enough. It's not like he is super clean either. He used to be way messier but suddently ever spot I foget to clean makes me unresponsible. Meanwhile he or his son can leave everything standing there and I can't say anything because I am not orderly enough.

After our fight I went into my room and broke down a bit because I relised that I didn't feel save or at home anymore. Well I don't feel unsave but it's like being at work kind of save where you don't have to fear harm but at ever moment your boss could come in and scold you or give you extra work. I feel like I lost my save space because I am not at home. I am a guest who overstayed my welcome. He used to tell me that I could live there as long as I wanted but a few minutes later he told me it was his house and if I didn't like something I should leave. I offered to pay rent but he doesn't want it. He wants me to be grateful that he fixed up the room when I moved and I am but a new wallpaper doesn't make a home.

I already thing of where I can stay after work so that I only have to slep there. I mean it works for his son. They used to fight all the time even after he "gave up trying" (which considering that my stepbrother really isn't that bad seems like a shit thing to say about your kid). Now my stepbrother is at his girlfriends parents house all the time and only comes every few weeks. He is still messier then me but since he is never there it doesn't matter when he leaves everything out. Meanwhile I get order to come at ever small mistake like a dog. It's true that I don't like cleaning, who does? That doesn't mean I will become a messy or that i don't clean up after myself.

I will not go to my mum with his because she is so happy with him and they love each other so much and I don't want to burden her with his. I should be better at this! I am an adult but I can't get out of this situation.

Sorry for the rant and any mistakes. English is not my native language but I feel like I can express myself better in english.

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How they first met

God Nico & Jason

Nico was made a god instread of being locked into the lotus hotel and often visits the camps. But in camp jupiter fashion everyone acts distant and formal because... well he is a god.

young Jason is 12 years old and on a quest. He has been separated from the other demigods and there is a group of monsters about to rip him apart. Cornered and scared he pulls his sword and prepares to die. Just as the monsters attack he sends a last prayer to the gods but doesn't expect it to do anything. The gods don't come to their rescue. Just as he is about to die the monster who has its claws around him explodes into glittering dust. The other monsters scream and flee as shadows seem to skin them alive.

Jason gasped in shocks and looks around. Before him stands a boy, just a few years older then him. Jason is sure he has seen him before... then it comes to him. Before him stands Nico di Angelo. A son of Pluto, god of shadows. He scrambels to get up, to bow or kneel, to show his graditute before the god takes offence. "My Lord, thank you. I - I am deeply greatful." He is unsure of how to continue and it scares him. He is suppost to be perfect yet here he is, not only did he nearly fail his quest but now he can not find the words to thank his savior.

"Stop panicing cousin", the young god says, "I require no show of thanks. I gladly helped. Now for the love of Olympus get up and let me look at your wounds." Jason did as he was told, he blushed furiously as felt the gods hands on him. For a moment he thinks of his father and all the storys of what he has done. Of what would happen if... "Stop panicing Grace", Nico says, "I am nothing like your dear father." Jason blushes even harder.

"Seems only skin deep but you should get medical attention soon. I will take you back to camp", Nico mumbled but Jason stopped him, "but the others-", "Are save and I have told them to get to safety before I came for you" without another word Nico gripped Jasons hand and they were gone.

The rescue of Jason Grace by the son of Pluto was the talk of the entire camp. Many saw it as futher prove of Jasons promising future others (like Octavian and Bruce) liked to make fun of him for it. Jason spend at least an hour every day in the temple of Pluto, praying both to Pluto and to Nico. Who while not offically having an altar was now very well known around camp. "I don't need an altar, Jason", Nico argued but Jason shock his head. "You should have one Nico, you are a god. It is only fair for both you and us. Demigods should be able to worship you properly."

Over the years Niccolo was seen quit often at camp. While most demigods adored and respected him and he was known for his kindness towards them it became clear that he had his favourites as every god did. His sister Hazel, her boyfriend Frank, the predetor Reyna and of course Jason.

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Solangelo fanfiction idea: Beauty

Will knew he was handsome, objectivly. He was always told he has "such a handsome boy" by adults and as the son of Apollo (the god of male beauty) it was no supprise that he attracted quit a bit of romantic interest as he grew up. But he found beauty could be found in quit diffrent forms and sometimes people were so consumed by what they thought to be beautiful that they couldn't see true beauty if it was right in front of them. Best example: Nico di Angelo.

Will thought Nico to be very handsome in an adorable way. His boyfriend was cute with his big brown eyes, his shy smile and flushed cheeks. Will liked to tell him that but Nico did not think he was serious. The son of Hades did not see himself as beautiful or attractive in any way, in fact he seemed unable to fandom anyone seeing him like that. It hurt Will a bit when his lover spoke so lowly of himself

It did not help that at the beginning of their relationship Nico did not match the typical beauty standard and sometimes people still avoided him because of his looks and his aura. The Aphrodite cabin tended to be very vocal about such things and Will began to hate them a bit for it. How could no one see what he did? Nico wasn't a demon but an Angel, it even was in his name! Nico could handle himself of course but Will knew that the stange looks and comments hurt his boyfriend. Worse of all was when some of Wills' admirers cornered Nico to tell him he wasn't good enought for Will. What son of Apollo could be seen with a child of the underworld? That Will had rejected all of them in favour of Nico seemed to drive them insane.

That day Nico had cracked and Will found his boyfriend curled up in bed, crying silently. He just held Nico and assured him with sweet words while boiling on the inside.

But as the years went by something changed. Nico grew taller, his pale skin tanned and went back to a glowing olive complaction, his smile became even more charming with every day, his hair grew softer and curled slightly at the edge making him resembled a princess in Wills opinion. The training also paid off as Nico grew stronger and Will found himself staring more often then not. Now the roles more or less switched. Will wasn't ugly but sometimes he felt insecure standing next to Nico, who besides turning out to breathtakingly handsome was also increadable powerful. Hades had made his son his ambassator and crowned him when Nico turned 18. The news seemed to attrack even more people to Nico.

The son of Hades was one of the most desired batchlors in both camps but refused any and every advance. But it bothered Will that at ever turn people fell over themself to hit on his lover, sometimes even right infront of him, even though it was well known that they were dating for years. One day Nico came home from a mission and found Will sitting on their bed staring at the wall. Now it was Nico who assured Will lovingly.

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Question for authors

Do you ever work really hard on a story and do as best as you can and still feel like it sucks?

I have loved writing since I was a kid and have been writing on a book of my own for years now. This story is really important to me. I am currently prove-reading to change some of the things I don't like/correnct the writing style since it change in the last years.

But even when I read parts where I don't find much to correct I still feel like everything sucks. Charackter too flawless, to much explained, boring plot... but whenever I tell my friends/family they think everything is fine. I know they aren't professionals but I trust them and they are the best I got.

Is it normal for the author to only see flaws in their work?

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fanfiction idea: Fae solangelo

Summary: Will never belived in fairys, or monsters or stuff like that. Espically after all the time he had spent studying medicin. Things like fea or vampires weren't physically possible. That's why he thought nothing of it when his friend dared him to offer himself to a fae in exchange for a pizza. When the pizza delivery guy indeed brought his favourite pizza he wrote it of as a lucky coincidence. When he woke up to following day, in a strange forest, chained to the grassfloor, naked with only a strang looking boy as company he thought it might be time to change his mind.

Will blinked his eyes open, he looked around in confusion. He was in the woods. How did he get here and how- why was he chained to the ground?! Why was he nude?! Just as he was starting to panic an sweet voice brought him out of his thoughts. "Why hallo sweet one" Will looked up and just a few feet away sat a strange looking boy and a grass covered rock. He had black hair, black eyes and sparkeled like the crown mode out of dark but precious stones on his head. Beautiful wings covered in black and golden feathers across his back. When he grinned, white fangs gleamed in the sunlight. Will swallowed. "What is your name, sweety?" The boy asked. "Will", he answered "and yours?" "Nico diAngelo prince of the shadow Fea", the boy grinned dangerously, "or Nicolo. Call me as you like but I prefer Nico." Will felt like his world had sceeched to a stop. "A Fae?" he asked silenty but the boy had heard him, "Yep I am the fea you bargained with" Wills eyes went wide. The bargain he had made. Fuck. The boy jumped down from the rock and came closer. He was dressed in a dark chiton with chains and skulls on his belt. Will tried to move away but the chains held him in place. The boy eyed him up and down. The blond flushed deep red, suddently being reminded of his own nudity. "You are really pretty", Nico said carassing Wills cheek, "I've wanted a new pet for quit a while" Will felt the blood drain from his face. Without warning Nico pressed their lips together and the world turned black

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Fanfiction idea Jasico

Promt: I got drunk and accidently send nudes to my hot boss

So Jason is a new hire at a big firm and fell head over heals in love with his boss, the company owners son, Nico DiAngelo. While drunk with Leo and Percy he ends up confessing his crush to them and one of them has the idea to send some sexy pictures. When Jason is sobber again he is horrified to find out that he send half a dozend nudes to his boss who had written back: MEET ME AT MY OFFiCE!!

Jason thinks he is getting fired but Nico has other ideas

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Pjo Fanfiction idea

A Nico & Reyna fic (NOT as a ship) based on the scene in BoO where Nico protects Reyna from Bryce.

AU. Where Nico is a prince and Reyna a war general. Octavian and Bryce are under Reynas comand but plot against her. They find out she killed her father as a young girl and together with some plotting and false allegations arrest her for patricide and treason.

Prince Nico DiAngelo stared at the file in his hands, making sure the words he had just read were truely written there. Apparently one of his fathers most affected war generals was arrested for very serious crimes. Reyna Avila ramirez arellano was accust of killing her father and commiting treason by... he sight Octavian. Of course, how he managed to pull that stunt Nico didn't know but he wouldn't belive a word that mad man said. He read the file again. It said that Octavian had requested a puplic trail and suggested the death sentence. From what little he had seen from both of them this seemed more of a way to openly humiliat and kill Reyna then any display of real justice. Something about the whole thing seemed off to him, he decided to take a closer look at the situation in person.

Reyna struggled against the chains that bound her as Bryce tore off her armor. Octavian watched it all from the other side of the bars and she wished nothing more then to ripe both of them apart. She had no idea how all of this had happened but she knew why. Octavian wanted her post, he was delusunal and wanted to selfishly earn glory. False glory covered in the blood of innocents. Something he couldn't get as long as she was in comand. How Bryce learned of what had happened with her father Reyna didn't know but the fact that he knew, that both of them knew and were planning to make the most traumatic and shameful event of her life public made her feel ill. "I have sent a request for trail to the king", Octavian said mockingly, "hopefully we don't have to wait long. After all such serious carges for such a high renced member of the military... the king will want to have it resolved quickly." Bryce laught and hit her so hard in the stomach she finched away in pain. "I can't wait for everyone to hear about your little secret", the told her with gleeming eyes, oh how he enjoyed this. To humiliat her, to distroy her reputation and everything she worked for. All over something she did to protect herself as a child and made up allegation of treason they all knew she would never commit. Reyna tried not the let her inner turmoil be seen, "You won't get away with this", she growled but the other two just laught. "Oh Reyna", Octivian giggled as he came closer, "don't you see? We aren't doing anything wrong. We only want to put a crimial in their place." She spat at him, grinning in sadisfaction at his angry scowl, it made the slap he gave her worth it. "Careful Reyna, we need you alive till the trail but not unharmed", the blond said before turning to Bryce, "have fun." Reyna's blood ran cold.

Nico had arrived at the military base the next day, just before sunset. He demanded to speak to Octavian and the man goes on and on about "No one saw such a thing coming", when Nico asked about the allegations against Reyna. When he asked to speak with her in person whoever the blond began to act even stranger and Nico knew something was seriously wrong. Later after escaping Octavians presents Nico went to the cells to speak with the General but stopped in his tracks when he heard a scream. The young prince snuck closer and what he saw made hot furry run through him. A man stood over Reyna, who was tied down. She looked like a wild beast had attacked her, her hair was disheveled and unevenly cut, her body was covered in shallow cuts and dark bruses and her clothes were ripped to shreds. He recugnized the "beast" that stood there with a blade in hand laughing and demanding that she beg for mercy. A man who had commited enough crimes and should already be gone. Nico had seen enough. Silently he pulled his blade and before Bryce could hurt Reyna again, he was dead. Nico turned towards the chained girl, now that the danger was gone. Reyna was barely concious, her lips bleeding and dry from lack of water, her eyes red and bloodshot from lack of sleep. He stepped closer but before he could free her of her restrains she fainted.

When Reyna woke up she found herself no longer in a stinking cell but in a soft featherbed. She looked around a few meters away sat her prince. Nico DiAngelo was sitting in an armchair, going through files, seemingly not having noticed that she was awake yet. Unsure of what to say she cleared her throat, making him look up. Worry and relive flashed in his eyes. "You should drink somehing", he pointed to the water on the nightstand. Eagerly she drank as she hadn't gotten much water in the time of her imprisonment. When she reached out to grab the gass the banket fell off her and revealed bandages over all her wounds, a strong smell of healing salve filled her nose. Someone had taken her to the healer. The last thing she remembered was Bryce beating her and demanding she beg him to stop. Well who was easy enough to guess but why was the prince even here? As if he could read her mind Nico answered: "I came to speak with you in person about the accustions Octavian made. When I demanded to see you, Octavian tried to talk me out of it so I investigated and well... I couldn't let that man torture you." Reyna did not know what to say, the prince was her savior but could still become her judge and executioner. "I have never commited treason my prince. I swear it", she said honestly. He looked at her for a few secunds in silents before saying: "I belive you" she wanted to sigh in relive but that was not the only crime she was accust of. "But you aren't denying that you killed your father?", he asked. Reyna toke a breath, she owned him the truth, not only because he was her prince but he had saved her life, given her a chance to tell her side of the story. She would not throw that away. "I won't deny what I did", she confessed, "I did what I had to do. My father was not a kind man and my sister and I- it was our only chance to survive. Someone was going to die and I decided that it wasn't going to be me." There she said it, her darkest secret was out in the open for him to judge. The prince would have every right to call in guards and have her dragged back into her cell. But he did no such thing, instead he just nodded. "I understand", he mumbled before meeting her eyes, "but others might not. Patricide is not really a crime most can excuse even when they would call it justice if the blow came from anyone else." Again he was right and they both knew it. "What will now happen to me?", Reyna could not help but ask. It didn't sound like was was sentencing her to death but still-. "Does anyone else know what happened?", he asked. Reyna shock her head, she didn't even know how Octavian had found out, she told him as much. "I do not wish to punish you but it would be better to get you away from here for a while", he said. Reyna bowed her head in submission till he continued: "We could need a new master of the guard at the castle if you're intrested."

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Solangelo fanfiction idea - Garden party

So we know Nico comes from a rich italien family and Hades is the god of riches. The kid comes from old money

Hades has quiet a few Hotels and organisation which host yearly events, which he of course can't attent so he sends Nico. One of those events just happens to be a gurden party at a beautiful resort in italy which Nico secretly loves.

He invites Will to come along but they have a little miscommunication, Nico tells him it's a garden party and Will thinks of the garden party like the ones he had as a child, in a backyard with sodas and games. So when Nico comes to his cabin to pick him up, looking drop dead gorgouse Will realises he messed up.

He ends up at a high soceity garden party, dresses in flanal and cargo-shorts, with people who look like their cars costs more then his family's house.

This would be so much worse if his boyfriend didn't looks so damn good.

UNO Reverse

Will invites Nico to a guarden party his mother throws at her house. The family comes to visit and Will wants to introduce his boyfriend. He tells him to wear what makes him comfortable.

The thing is that I don't belive Nico would feel comfortable while being underdressed when meeting Will's family for the first time. He wants to make a good impression.

The entire family get a shock when Nico shows up, being super well dresses. Like the rich kid from the 30's he is. Will rolls his eyes but is actually super smuck about how handsome his boyfriend is

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Pjo Fanfiction idea

Instead of to the hotel Hades takes his kids to the underworld. Bianca becomes a huntress and Nico is made god of shadows at 15.

Thing is Nico loves meeting and helping young demigods. No one really knows to much about him but sometimes he just shows up at camp (both camps).

All the other gods are absent and distant and he just pops in. Like he suddenly sits at the campfire or helps campers during capture the flag.

At the beginning everyone is afraid of him because of his "scary" powers but most grow used to him. As long as you don't piss him off. He hates bullies and is known to protect outcasts.

Of course he has his favourites:

WILL: He helps Will in the infermary and warns him if someone is close to death. He also forces the Apollo kid to take a break and sleep. Once he just shadow traveled Will out of the infermary and into bed. CHB always teases Will because it is clear they are crushing HARD.

REYNA: He adores her, she reminds him of Bianca and she is just cool. Nico even blessed her, she won't have to worry about her place in the afterlife. Sometimes he helps her with work (if he can help Hades run the underworld he can help her with camp Jupitor). Sometimes after a long day Reyna finds home made italian meals in her office.

HAZEL: He brought his sister out of the underworld and gods help whoever sends her back. Nico is very much the protective older brother here. He loves having movie nights with her where they gossip and watch old movies. When Hazel and Frank got together he scared the living daylight out of Frank "I will end your life and afterlife is you hurt her". (Later that week Nico and Hazel discust the best wedding day cake flavours)

JASON: Jason prays to Nico, Nico finds it adorable and funny. He always answers. With time Jason relaxes a bit and the prayers became more like IM. Jason bulit Nico a shrine (you are a God Nico, yes it is necessary) Hazel and Reyna visit it quit often. Nico also drags Jason out of camp to enjoy his life a bit. Nico is one of the few people that don't expect Jason to be perfect. The always get fast food and sweets because Jason wouldn't eat it otherwise.

He also loves messing a bit with people he dislikes. Octivian hates him.

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I am sick and tired of HotD Season 2

First of all: No one is at fault for anything in this! Lucerys death -> accident. Jaehaerys death -> accident, blood and chees -> meh

Maybe I am a horrible person for this but I want them to be bloodthirsty and fucking own it. Rhaenyras son died in an attack while being a messenger. He was suppost to be save but was attacked and murdered after been chased and mocked by his killer. He did in terror and what does his mother who he died for do? She goes to the woman who tormented them for years and tries to make peace! Fuck no. I want her to be furious and out for blood. Her child is dead. The secund child she lost because of the greens and she wants to make peace?!

Aemond is not the monster he is in the book, he is a fucking coward and a dumpass. He hunted Luke to scare him and forgot that he is riding a 120+ year old war dragon. How stupid can you get? That's like hunting down a child on a bike with your car in the middle of a storm. Everyone knew what would happen, but no Mr. "I studied that and that and that" didn't get the memo. By the way big brain time: parading the head of a dragon through the city full of angry and hungry people.

I have no idea wtf is going on with Daemon in this season but I am disappointed and it's weird.

Alicent is finally realising that she was/is a bad mother and that supporting a system that puts women down can end badly if you are a woman. Who would have thought?!

I feel bad for Jacaerys. Dude is fighting an uphill battle and everyone around him is an idot. His mother set him up for failure and he has every right calling him out. He risks his life for her crown but she is setting him up to be usurped. (Sadly he will never live long enough to be king) both with the dragon riding bastards and her kids with Daemon. Jace loves his siblings and will die trying to protect them but they are a threat to his claim. I want him to marry Baela and be the best king Westeros has ever seen but...

I really like Addam and Seasmoke but I am not sure if they make sence. Addams Targaryen blood is very thin. He is the son of a Velaryon not a Targaryen. Velaryons aren't Dragonriders. Laenor was a dragonrider because he was half Targaryen. They being related is the only reason I can think of for Seasmoke to claim him. That Laenor did and Addam reminded Seasmoke of his first rider. But we don't know if that is true.

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Inspired by this story --> written by Totally_1nnocent

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Dancing in the woods --> Patroclus POV.

It was strange to see Achilles enter his first rute. Worry filled me as I watched him. He was in pain and I could do nothing to help him. Never before have I seen him so vulnerable. Luckily I was allowed to stay by his side during it, a comfort for both of us I am sure. A comfort I myself would not get, I later realised as not long after he presented I did too. But I was nothing like Achilles. The gods did not love me as they did him. I should have known what was happening as soon as I woke up with stomack cramps in the morning. If I had known sooner, then maybe I could have spared myself the shame of collapsing infront of him, having to be carried back like a child.

I remember little of the next few hours or maybe even days as I had lost all concept of time. I just remember the pain that would not stop. The shame I felt once me heat riddled mind understood what was truely happening. I had gone into heat. I was presenting as an Omega. The shame and humiliation nearly drowned me. It was wrong, I was wrong. Men were not suppost to be omegas! No wonder father send me away. A freak of nature. It became clear why they would not let me see Achilles no matter how much I pleaded. Both in my clear and not so clear moments. I hoped Achilles would never find out how I moaned his name as my thoughts would turn filthy at night when I was sure to be alone. He could never know, for surely he would abandon me too. Turn his back on me in disgust. If he hadn't done so already. He must know by know, Achilles must have wanted answers and what Achilles wants he gets. Would he still want me as a companion once my heat broke? Or would my weakness be the final straw that broke the friendship that meant the world to me? The thought alone was too much to bare.

Several days passed. Slowly. My only visitors being the servents who cleaned my bed and brought me food. I was glad for it. It was humiliating enought to wake up in a pool of my own slick, it was bad enough that they saw it. Finally my heat ended and I was allowed to leave the room. I was allowed to go back to my- to Achilles' room. Was I still premitted to sleep there? They gave me a plain white chiton to wear and so I went. I was shaking with fear the whole way there, trying hard not to cry. I did not want to be seen as even weaker but Achilles would see through it with ease. He knew me too well.

The moment he layed eyes on me, Achilles was at me side and just like that he dam broke. The relive I felt upon seeing him was so great it crashed into me like a wave. He still cared for me despite my statue as an omega. But soon the relive was tainted by shame. The memories of what I had done with myself calling his name were fresh in my mind, as were the nighmares of him disregarding me. I cried. He was worried, asked what was wrong and tried to offer comfort. Gods he was too good for me!

It took me quit a while till I was calm enough to talk. Surely he knew already what had happened, knew what abomation I had turned out to be. He did but instead of disregarding me he called me a blessing. That made me so angry in the first moment but it also gave me hope of something that I only dared dream of. Could he not understand how much of a freak this made me? No real woman and not man enough. But he insisted and bend reality to his own wimps, as he often did. It was fladdering, that he thought so highly of me, even if he was wrong.

When it was time for us to go to bed I was sure my face would meld. Just two weeks ago this would have been no issue at all. Now I could feel ever faber of my being. All to aware of my nudity in presents of an alpha. I fell to the sent of Achilles on my pillow, to tired to wounder how it got there.

(That was the first chapter. If you guys want me to write chaper 2 leave a like or comment)