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Are we going to have a holiday event maybe? 🥰
If there is enough people interested, than yes!
Unfortunately not as many people participated in the last event so that made me a bit unsure whether to do another challenge or not.
I do have ideas, I just need to know if there’s gonna be enough participants.
Everyone, answer to this form to let me know if you think you'd participate in another one of our challenges this semester and/or to offer suggestions for future ones.
-Kauf
Jasico Week (Day 1): Song/Lyrics
an epic, in thirds (jason/nico)
Nico fights with Greek fire and appeals to his father’s softer side, recovering what never should have been lost.
Nico scrambled on top of the ornate wood of the coffin and cleared his throat to sing.
He met his father’s eyes across the throne room. The pallbearers, fallen soldiers--heroes, it was only appropriate--held the casket high, and Nico forced his chin up all the same. He did not hold the same tenor as his mother or sister, but it’s the one weapon he had against his father.
By his side stood Apollo, strumming his ukelele and humming softly, trying to catch onto Nico’s tune. He had a bunch of flowers tucked under his arm. Reyna was opposite the mortal god, harmonizing quietly to support Nico’s vocal efforts.
Nico was just a humble boy who wants his best friend back.
Jason’s not someone he wanted to lose. Jason, who had no time, Jason, who lost everything, Jason, who emptied himself for the sake of others. His first kind hand. His first hug. His first reassurance. His first trust. His first, his favorite, his everything.
Nico conveyed all this through breaking notes and an earthquake vibrato. His voice was worn with disuse. He didn’t sing, and never this much. But maybe the glint in Hades’ eyes was a stray tear. Reyna and Apollo certainly had enough, and the former squeezed Nico’s hand for support, stifling a noise into her hand before joining his chorus again.
Nico sang every song he knew. Every hymn, every Italian lullaby, every radio rock song, every new tune that camp infected him with. And when he ran out of ideas, he reverted to autobiography. His life, the events that matter the most. Jason’s consolation in Split. Jason’s open arms at Camp Half-Blood. Jason’s kind eyes, genuine smile, heartfelt attitude. It’s awkward, it’s painful, but Apollo’s strumming smooths over the rougher melodies.
Nico’s trembling voice carried through the fields of Asphodel, the plains of Elysium, and perhaps to the depths of Tartarus. Ghosts wandered outside the palace, collecting near the hunger for life, the hunger for love that resides in Hades’ throne room. They chorus, they chant. They knew not what they thirsted for. But it was palpable, and their ghost matter became flesh, pressing the walls and gates of the palace and demanding justice.
He was thirty-eight hours in, refusing a drink from Reyna, when his father finally raised his hand.
“I have a headache.”
Nico’s last note faded into the air.
“You’ve managed to gather quite a crowd.”
Nico looked at all the ghosts behind him. Gray, stretching far beyond the scope of his vision.
“Your stepmother was moved.”
The crease where the casket closes began to glow and Nico jumped off. The skeletons let the casket down and crumbled soon after. Apollo’s incessant strumming stilled. He met Nico’s eyes and tears dripped down to the bouquet, which he now held for comfort. He remembered Split, wandering the streets with his mother and sister, and Favonius’ kind smile.
I knew you’d return to look upon my master’s face one day.
Reyna grasped her friend’s hand as the casket turned open. Perhaps all the pain to which he’s been subjugated is worthy of the fate picked for him. Nico would fight it either way, and he’ll keep fighting, until Jason was alive and safe and warm again.
Nico plucked one of the hyacinth and tossed it into the light of the coffin.
The underworld eventually shrouded himself in darkness again. The ghosts returned to their homes and Hades’ palace was quiet once more. The only evidence left was the well-meaning casket.
Nico di Angelo turned through the black gates and left, Jason’s fading hand in his, clarity returning to his mind and body. Apollo and Reyna trailed behind.
He didn’t open his eyes and Nico didn’t dare look back. “Nico?” Jason asked. Blind to the empty air until he became full again. He traced the back of his hand with a loving thumb. “It’s you, right?”
Nico squeezed his hand in turn.
The west wind ruffled his hair as he emerged from the underworld and witnessed blinding light. Jason, blinding, teeth, tears, hands. All of which Nico clung to. All of which he promised not to lose again.
Jason promised, too, and tucked one of Apollo’s blossoms behind Nico’s darling ear.
PROMPTS & ALTERNATIVE PROMPTS + important links
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All in all, we hope this will be a fun week for all of us! 💀🤍🌩
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we need a jasico week 🙇
Aggressively liking every single jasico week post
Because just because I can’t contribute does not mean I won’t support 😤
What are your Jasico plans? 👀👀👀
If you don't want to spoil them by answering, how did you come to ship Jasico? Was a it a specific canon moment, a fanwork, or just general vibes?
i started making some art for one of the alternative prompts, and i've already planned oneshots for days 1,4 and 7 :)
i didn't use to ship jasico because i loved their friendship and thought that shipping them destroyed it. but a lot of songs reminded me of them and then tumblr started showing me jasico fanart and it was like, awesome. i think i don't ship them like i ship others (where i'm like "KISS!"). their relationship is deeper than just a crush for me and i love it
erm. sorry for rambling.
Day 7: Free Day (NSFW)
Jason didn’t know where he did wrong. He didn’t know when he messed up so bad. And he absolutely didn’t know how they could end up like this.
It was all started with simple and casual touches. As friends. A pat on shoulders. A gentle slap on arms. Hair-ruffling. Short, friendly hugs. But then those touches started to linger more than necessary. Even he started to crave over those touches. And then they were getting closer and closer after days, and the next thing Jason knew, they were kissing.
And everything went downhill from there.
Jason couldn’t stop at kissing. Or even if he could, he realized that he didn’t want to. And then they started to make out heavily. The next day they met each other, the make out session turned into jerk off session and it lasted for few weeks until finally they went all the way.
Like today, how Jason was laying on his back, with Nico’s palms pressed against his chest, using it to support himself as he bounced himself on Jason’s dick. Nico looked so pretty like this. Flushed, and his hair messy with some strands stuck on his forehead and neck due to his sweat.
Jason liked Nico when the first time they met. After the incident with Eros, he let his feelings grew into something even bigger. But Jason messed it up somehow. He never got to confess to Nico, because somehow they ended up as friends with benefits.
Right. Just Jason’s luck.
“Fuck, Jason, I’m close,” Nico breathed heavily as he nibbled Jason’s colarbone, made Jason just as breathless.
“Come for me,” he whispered to Nico’s earlobe, pressed a soft kiss there and he was pretty sure would go unnotice by Nico because he was too focused on his orgasm.
Jason wanted to say that he loved Nico. So much. But he wasn’t sure Nico felt the same way. And he was a selfish jerk. If he could have Nico like this, then he didn’t mind being friends with benefits, because rejection would hurt. Even though the sex had stopped being just sex for Jason. It was always making love for him.
He always touched Nico tenderly, kissed him with so much passion, as if he wanted to tell him what his true feelings were. He wasn’t brave enough to say it with words, so he did his best to channel it through his actions. And whenever Nico squirmed beneath him, touched him back or reciprocated his kiss, Jason would like to think that Nico understood and returned his feelings just as much.
Such a delusion.
“Jason, I–” Nico moaned against Jason’s neck as he cum all over Jason’s abs, and it didn’t take long for Jason to follow his suit. They laid down silently like that for a while, Nico on top of Jason while Jason’s hands automatically wrapped around him. He wanted to stay like this forever.
But of course, Nico regained his composure back and pulled away from Jason, and Jason had no other way than to let him go. Always like that. Nico never stayed.
Jason wanted him to stay though, but he was too afraid to ask. He always could only watch as Nico got dressed then grabbed a cloth to clean Jason up before he said his goodbye for today and left Jason alone in bed, miserable.
But this time, Jason wanted to change that. He wanted Nico to stay, so bad, so he could cuddle him and let him know how precious Nico was to him. How much he loved him and how special he was. Those kind of thoughts filled Jason up with courage, and before he stopped himself, he said it.
“Please stay.”
Nico froze during his movement to pick his shirt from the floor where it had been thrown away earlier. Jason bit his lip to stop himself from rambling.
“Are you sure?” Nico asked.
And this time, Jason didn't hesitate as he nodded. "Yes," he said. Jason kept his gaze on Nico's eyes. They knew what it meant. Jason had let his feelings shown, and as Nico was staring back at him, Jason could feel his heart thrummed against his ribcage nervously. Ready to break anytime Nico came to his senses and then left.
But after a moment, Nico discarded his shirt and crawled back up to bed, then tucked himself against Jason's side. "I thought you'd never ask," Nico whispered, and Jason could hear a smile from his tone.
And Jason couldn't help but grinning widely as his heart bursted in joy.
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Author's note: Jasico Week 2017, otsukaresamadeshita!!
