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anyone into any of rick riordon's stuff and is a teen? or just lowkey wanna be friends :DD??

[writtenfangirl]

Hi!!!

If you write for Nico Di angelo could you write for him with a male half Italian son of Poseidon who's really close with Percy?

If not never mind.

I just found your blog and it's beautiful!

Remembering Toys

MY FIRST EVER FIC IN THE MALE PERSPECTIVE SO I HOPE THIS IS NICE

I rushed to get this done before the holidays are officially over so it’s a little unedited hut hopefully it’s still great!

NICO DI ANGELO x Reader

The salty sea breeze blew through the Camp’s beach, its relaxing scent seemed to wove through Y/N’s tired muscles, easing the aches and bruises that came from training. The chilly cold seemed to instantly warm all around him, as if his father knew exactly how much Y/N needed this. But the sea couldn’t ease the pain in his heart.

It was his first year as a year-rounder after his mother succumb to her sickness and he’d loved being a year-rounder at first. Camp always had a way of making him forget that the outside world existed and with his brother, Percy, constantly staying by his side, making sure that he was okay after the death of his mom, it was perfect. It even became easy to pretend that everything was fine, that his mom was still alive, waiting for the day he came home at the end of the summer.

But the novelty wore off when Percy had to leave for college and even though Y/N wanted him to stay, he couldn’t ask his older brother to sacrifice time off from his future just for him. It was selfish of him to do so. Just because he had to grieve, doesn’t mean everyone should.

It didn’t stop Percy from IMing him every chance he could though, which is why Y/N found himself at the beach. After another call from Percy, one that only served as a reminder of how much he missed his brother and his friends, Y/N found his toes pressed against the sand, the salty air ruffling his H/C hair, the soothing sound of the water crashing against the shore wiping away his lonely thoughts as easily as it washed away his footprints on the sand. Beaches always did manage to clear his head better than anything else could.

A swim would make him feel better but the last time he swam while wallowing in loneliness and self-pity, his father had sent a shark after him to make sure he was okay. Even if the shark was nice and respectful (as all fish tended to be when he and his brother was around), Y/N just wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone right now, fish or human.

He just wanted to be left alone and when he felt the presence of another, irritation spiked through him. He knew almost instantly who it could have been. There was only one person in all of camp who could drop the temperature of the world to below freezing.

The sound of the Son of Hades’ feet slapping against the cool sand seemed to echo in Y/N’s ears. He could feel his presence behind him, an impenetrable wall of ice and cold that Y/N still would have preferred compared to the snow. The Son of Hades came at a stop behind Y/N, his toes barely touching the crashing waves.

Nico stayed silent, seeming to let Y/N get used to the sudden drop in temperature. The Son of Poseidon couldn’t care less though. He always ran a little hot and winter had always been his favorite season.

Y/N cast a glance behind him and found Nico’s dark gaze focused on the horizon, the wind sweeping against his dark hair, his alabaster skin seemed to glow against the now dipping sun. He was dressed in his usual black t-shirt, his jeans rolled up his calf while he held his shoes in his hand, his silver skull ring winking against the golden light. A vintage aviator jacket lined with thick wool hung on his shoulders, giving Nico the appearance that he was older than he looked.

“I don’t want to talk,” Y/N said as he refocused his gaze on the horizon. The sun was beginning to set, the once light blue sky turning into a beautiful visage of pink, orange and violet hues.

“Okay,” Nico said simply. He stood to the side, unmoving. His hair even looked as though it stopped fluttering in the wind.

Minutes passed and a growing feeling of awkwardness began to consume Y/N. He never liked long silences unless he was by himself. The urge to say something won out and Y/N found himself talking. “Do you want to sit down?”

He cast a glance towards Nico, who was looking at the water a little distastefully.

“Uhh, no. I don’t think your dad will appreciate me encroaching on his territory.”

Y/N rolled his eyes before raising a hand toward him. “You won’t get wet, trust me.”

Nico stared at his hand for a few moments. Not a single emotion broke in his face as he took it and tentatively sat down next to Y/N. Nico’s hand felt cold against his own, his touch sending a pleasurable tingle down Y/N’s spine.

Nico took a tentative step towards the water. After finding his toes dry, he took another tentative step before taking a seat beside Y/N, crossing his legs in the process.

The water licked at their legs, sweeping below their bottoms. Under normal circumstances, their pants should have been wet, their t-shirts half-soaked. But these were not normal circumstances and they were not normal kids.

Nico still didn’t say anything, content to leave Y/N be.

It was always like that between them. Y/N had a sneaking suspicion that Nico only started to check up on him because Percy asked him to but still, his company was better than being alone, at least sometimes. But now, Y/N was starting to believe that Nico talked to him simply because he wanted to rather than because he was asked too.

He usually didn’t mind Nico’s presence. They’d gotten close since they first met and though Y/N was sure Nico would coolly shrug off any notion that Y/N and Nico were friends, much less anything more, Y/N would gladly call Nico a friend if he was asked.

But right now, as the snow began to fall over them, seeming to disappear from the Camp’s protective barrier, all he wanted to be was alone.

His eyes darted towards Nico, who’s face still remained passive, like he was deep in thought.

Empty silence.

Y/N never liked empty silences.

So he found himself talking, his mouth moving almost out of its own volition. “I use to love the holidays.”

Nico’s face still remained passive but Y/N knew he was listening to him when he spoke. “What changed?”

“My mom died,” Y/N replied, deadpanned.

Nico didn’t even so much as blink, almost as if he was expecting the answer. “Tell me about her.” Was the only thing he said.

Most people would have been annoyed at Nico’s impassivity but not Y/N. His presence always seemed to calm him, a solid wall of quiet steel that Y/N could lean on and rest. There was no judgement when it came to Nico, not pain or torment. Just simple understanding.

He would never openly admit it, but Y/N always thought Nico felt like home sometimes. Something about him seemed familiar, like remembering the lyrics to your old favorite song or perhaps finding your old favorite stuffed toy after moving out of home.

“My mom would always call Christmas our Italian Heritage Day. She used to cook all the best food that reminded her of home. Risottos, ravioli and if we had enough money, she’d buy veal and roast it. She’d make so much food that we were always left eating leftovers until New Years came around.” A soft smile pulled at the corner of Y/N’s lips from the memory. “Then we’d leave the apartment and my mom and I will go and find gelato, just like the ones she use to eat when she was little girl in Italy.”

Y/N glanced at Nico again. This time, he found a crack on his once impervious armor of passiveness. A look of surprise flitted around his eyes at Y/N’s story. “I didn’t know you were Italian.”

“I can’t really speak the language,” Y/N said with a shrug. “Just a few words I picked up from my mom. She use to live in Italy and that’s where she met dad. When she found out she was pregnant with me, she moved to America and insisted in only speaking English. Dad told her about Camp, you see, and she knew that this place would be the safest place for me.”

Y/N peered at Nico, his own eyebrows furrowing at the boy dressed in black. “Why’d you ask?”

“I’m Italian,” Nico simply said, like it was a simple fact, nothing to be excited about yet somehow, Y/N’s heart warmed at the thought. No wonder he felt so familiar. He’d finally found his favorite stuffed toy.

“You never told me that,” Y/N said, finally fully facing the Son of Hades. Their hands were still intertwined and though Y/N’s hands were warm despite winter chill, Nico’s hands remained icy cold. It didn’t really bother Y/N though. It just made him want to hold on to him more. To find every single part of Nico that was cold and wrap his arm around him and have him feel the warmth that almost constantly chased Y/N.

“You never asked,” Nico shrug, also finally facing Y/N.

“Did you ever live there?” Y/N asked, a little hopeful. He never had a lot of chance to hear about where his mother was from and though Y/N was sure that Nico’s experience was different, he still wanted to hear all about it.

The Son of Hades seemed to hesitate before he answered. A little crack of vulnerability showed in his eyes and Y/N thought he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Nico was Y/N’s wall of solid steel but the walls around Nico were made of much stronger stuff and even if they’d spent hours talking to each other, it was always difficult for Y/N to get through them.

Finally, Nico spoke.

“I haven’t been there since before the War. I think a lot of things have changed since then. I don’t know if I’ll ever recognize it now.”

Y/N knew just how painful it was for Nico to share anything of his past and hearing even this much was a privilege Y/N could scarcely believe he had.

Y/N nodded thoughtfully. “I’ve never been there at all. I’d like to go there though, one day.”

“Maybe one day we can take each other,” Nico said with a soft smile. Not even the setting sun could outshine that smile.

Y/N smiled, a wide genuine one, the first one he’d had in weeks. “I’d like that.” His other hand found Nico’s, enveloping the boy’s cold hands against his own. “Mom use to tell me that Italy is one of the oldest countries in the world. That its roads are strong, its buildings even stronger.”

Nico cocked his head to the side. “What are you trying to say, Y/N?”

Y/N smiled at him again. “I’m saying that maybe Italy wouldn’t have changed as much you think it has. That you’ll remember how it use to be but still be able to make new memories. Like, finding old stuffed toys in your childhood home. Familiar and well-loved but never forgotten. Some things might have changed. It might have changed or maybe you could have changed but you’ll always be able to remember the way it was before. Those kinds of things, home and love and family and friends, they never ever leave us.”

Nico stayed silent but the smile on his lips never left. Instead he cast his eyes to the horizon. The sun had finally dipped below the ocean’s waves, the last remnants of its rays colored the sky into a vibrant red. Any time now, the horn would sound, signifying the start of dinner and yet somehow, Y/N didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay like this with Nico forever.

It didn’t take long for the conch shell to blow. The sound bellowed behind them, seeming to echo and stretch until Y/N imagined the sound blasting across the wide sea.

“We should probably go,” Y/N said, trying his best not to sound disappointed. He wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it but Nico seemed to tense beneath him.

“I don’t really feel hungry right now,” Nico said tentatively, his voice a little hopeful.

Y/N latched on to the warmth that bloomed in his chest, relishing the way it made him feel against the cold biting wind. His heart pounded in his chest and Y/N felt a high unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Y/N was always a bit of an adrenalin junkie who actively sought out fights with monsters but he knew that no fight could ever replicate how he felt in this moment. He didn’t know how it was possible that the Son of Hades, the boy everyone said was cold and unfeeling, could make him feel like fireworks were erupting in his chest.

He couldn’t stop the widening grin that spread across his face. “I don’t really feel all that hungry too.”

The last of the sun’s rays dipped beneath the ocean waves, the stars and the moon replacing its glow. The constellations glittered in the night sky like twinkling lights reflected against the dark expanse of the ocean, the image of the huntress in the sky amonst the brightest.

The ocean waves slapped against Y/N’s knees gently and for a brief moment, Y/N almost thought it was like his father saying good night and finally leaving him alone, as if he knew he was in good company with Nico. The water had reached up until their waists but not even the pull of the tides could disturb the peace that the Son of Poseidon and the Son of Hades felt.

There was nothing that could expel the sadness and grief that eroded Y/N’s heart and he suspects that he’ll always feel it. It was a constant, palpable reminder of the love he had for his mother, unending and enduring. But maybe with the right people by his side, the right person, he wouldn’t feel so alone.

[incipientdreamer]

Wake up babe, new Percy Jackson just dropped 😭😭😭😭

[heaven-in-a-wild-flower]

Dark percy

Imagine him standing on a beach and someone says something triggering to him.

The moment those words reach his ears everything inside him roars, yet his body stills so utterly, one would imagine him a statue. The tension sings along cliffs of his jaw and gathers in the cords of muscle in his neck. It races down the veins in his arms and pools in his clenched fists. His eyes darken, shadows obscuring the blue.

Yet despite all of that, the most terrifying part is that the ocean stops. The water freezes mid-wave. The sea gulls above hush as if aware of the tension below. Even the wind doesn't dare to blow. And standing beneath the shadow of the wave, is one man who has fought many a mighty foe, who has braved the pits of hell and who has dominion over the ocean. Who now looks as if he'd like to drown the world he once saved.

Suddenly there is a lady. Hair like spun gold and whose eyes hold a darkness similar to the man's. Her hand alights gently on his tense shoulder and she whispers, "Percy."

The wave that stopped finally washes over them gently, wetting neither of them. His fists unclench and the tension in his body uncoils. A small glow enters his eyes as he turns to see the only person who understands everything that he is and still loves him. She has a darkness similar to his, yet, somehow, impossibly, their darkness together brings light.

He gazes into her stormy grey eyes. Eyes that say, you are here, I am here and we will be okay. And it turns out to be the truth.

[krunchycrispy]

Apollo: I’m just a teenage mortal! I’m nobody!

A group of campers, probably: 🖕👁👄👁

[bookfreak320]

This

Has the same energy as

[maddalynhatter]

Leo, with teary eyes, after Jason died: I ain't never seen a demigod live to be 20, they always gotta die young

[itsnotmika]

while bathing in the river styx, percy thought about annabeth to keep him grounded. percy turned down immortality because he did not want to live a life without annabeth. the only thing hera allowed percy to remember about his old life was annabeth. in this essay i will—