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phoenix--flying · 1 year

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pjo characters as things my friend group has said

Hazel: I just kinda radiate towards caves

Nico: Breathing has been taken out of Nicos software

Connor: I can speedrun to your house when you're home alone

Cecil: raisins are dehydrated rats

Percy: It's a roller coaster where the only option is to die

Will: I just goooot- my jugular sliced open by a cat

Nico: We're going out tonight and killing all the homophobes. Call it a date

Will: Why am I so much taller then- Oh its cause im standing on a dead body

Connor: You're sooo welcome. I literally did nothing

Hazel: Just because your trash doesn't mean you can't do great things. It's called a trash can not a trash cannot

Piper: Cut my hair, I'll cut your throat

Thalia: Sometimes I do slap kids

Travis: When I grow up I'm gonna be a legal drug dealer

Beckendorf: I’m going to drop kick myself into space

Malcom: Briefly describe three applications that make use of the total eternal reflection of light Connor: The colour seven

Grover: Percys reaching old age, we should put him in a retirement home

Piper: Leo what did you do Leo: I may have burned down an orphanage and it may have spread to this site.

Lou Ellen: Travelling, usually done on the ceiling

Will: Imagine sitting on your couch watching TV and your phone buzzes. Reminder: Breathe

Austin: i just broke an acorn.. panic whY IS THERE AN ACORN IN MY ROOM

Nico: i feel like today happened yesterday and i just slept for all of tomorrow and woke up in the evening

Malcom: yeah i fell down the stairs and broke my spine in 3 places Connor: that's hot

Jason: Nitroglycerin. The forbidden smoothie

Will: I always look like trash. Annabeth: I know that's why I hate looking like trash

Travis: well we only have a few minutes left of class.. y'all wanna watch something explode

Piper: It sounded like you smoked 10 packs of cigarettes and then hit puberty

Jason: Imagine you get fired the day after you die

Nico: My stomach just like...started learning German

Nyssa: Leo if you don't leave, i'm shoving this desk fan up your ass

Jason: I slammed my foot on the accelerator, running multiple red lights at 220km/h, because I wanted to drive safe

Nyssa: When you go through the car wash but you forget the car

Drew: *points at trashcan* That looks like you

Nico: I only want chemistry between me and a coffin

Jake: Gotta put your wheelchair in 4Wheeldrive. Outdoor mode. Off-road mode

Leo: Murder is ok as long as its fine

Percy: Maybe if I fall asleep on my textbook I'll wake up with all the knowledge

Connor: Let's play spin the bottle but it's only you and me

Leo: Now how do we calculate the density if swiss cheese

Clarisse: I have to ask one of the experts Chris: Who are the experts? Clarisse: I don't know

Piper: Your mom is on vacation Leo: well- she's on a permanent vacation

Michael: AYO BITCH YOUR FOODS FLAMIN THE FUCK

Silena: If you're slow I'm a fucking snail

Jason: We need to hold a funeral! Percy: Here comes the bride

Beckendorf: Have you ever died? No??? Well here you go!!! Death simulator. It’s permanent!

*Annabeth and Percy sitting on a bench with drinks and a cop drives by* Percy: What if they thought we were drinking and driving Annabeth: We're not in a car

Will: I'm so smart Nico: Oh my god since when

Piper: *gives Leo a singular goldfish* Piper: Feeding the poor

Lou Ellen: Bless your soul Nico: What soul? Lou Ellen: ...good answer

Sherman: an apple a day keeps the doctor away, and anybody else if you throw it hard enough

Connor: I can see the veins in my eyes

Ellis: Whatever sinks your boat!

Cecil: You can't kill the gays if the gays kill you first

Will: dude sorry there's a knife in your grandma's face it grew wings and flew there :( Cecil: I’m sorry my knife flew out of my hand and slit that guys throat then burned it so he wouldn’t bleed

Silena: *playing Minecraft* I walked into your house and your birds started aggressively dancing at me

Lee: That's just so unfortunate for me. That is just so- oh I died

Percy: Wanna go to Toronto? Why drive just take the Earth Quake on natural disaster

Travis: The roof is just caving in on us it's fine

Michael: My arms are broken, my legs are broken, my lungs are broken, my knees are broken, I got decapitated when I was five

Connor: We're gonna die? No we're gonna beat the speedrun world record

Cecil: Hell to go down I there

Will: Mask to mask resuscitation

Travis: I may or may not have accidentally dropped a match in the building on purpose

Nico: Minecraft but I accidentally sets a school on fire

Percy: Minecraft but I die of hypothermia

Piper: Minecraft but I left my eyes at home

Jake: Minecraft but my legs are broken

Jason: Minecraft but I died

Lou Ellen: Minecraft but we're all gay

Will: If I die the game is homophobic

Cecil: Minecraft but I run my best friend over

Nico: I wanna hit a citizen with a baseball bat

Michael: Hey sir, you have Alzheimer’s. Would you like a side of bronchitis?

Silena: Why can't this be straight? Lee: Because you're not

Lou Ellen: mmmm i love my jesus fish Cecil: bro jesus fish Lou Ellen: ikr, jesus moment

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happyk44 · 7 months

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Reyna's entire arm is covered in weird scars. No one really knows how to ask her about it - probably some odd quest she and Jason went on as kids. Then one day she walks into their biannual argo 2 group meeting while Jason is pacing back and forth while Leo is chattering up a storm about some project, using words only Annabeth understands.

Jason isn't really the type to pace, that's more Leo's and Percy's thing. He's more like Annabeth, sat down with tapping feet and fidgety hands, hyperfocusing on one specific thing to keep from going insane. But there he is far in the back of Percy's cabin. It's back and forth, from wall to wall. He chimes in with a clipped tone at times. It's odd, but no one calls him out about it. He seems stressed. Drawing attention to his stress tends to only heighten it.

Then Reyna barges in. Her question, "Where's Nico?", goes answered by Hazel, but she doesn't turn around and walk out. Instead she catches Jason's speedwalking form. A scowl immediately cuts her face. She stomps through the group's impromptu circle on her way towards him.

"Jason!" she barks, hiking up the sleeve of her left arm. The scars are much lighter than the rest of her skin. "Arm!"

Jason draws short. His eyes are wide when he looks at her. Then an annoyed draw of his eyebrows. But before he can say anything, she grabs him by the back of his head, dragging him down and shoving her arm into his mouth.

Suddenly the scars make much more sense.

There's a moment where nothing happens. Jason just looks pissed off, Reyna is unbothered, still holding on the back of his head, and everyone thinks he's going to detach and snap at her with whatever annoyance is glowing in his eyes.

Then a guttural snarl rips out his chest. It's more animal than human. It takes a minute to realize Jason was the source and not some emergence of a creature from the shadows. He bites down and Reyna barely flinches. She draws up to the balls of her feet as Jason rises with her arm in his mouth. Her other arm falls to her side. With a roll of her eyes, she sighs and turns to the confused group before her.

"When we were younger and he'd get overstimulated and agitated, I'd let him chew on my arm," she says, like it's the most normal thing to say about a childhood. Then again only two of the demigods in the room had vaguely normal childhoods, so it's not necessarily out of place.

"Why not just get a chew toy?" Piper asks. "Or a bone?"

Jason drags his teeth down to Reyna's wrist. She squints at him and he pulls back up a bit. "Because Jason likes fleshy things and it's less creepy to chew on your friend's arm instead of the dead rabbit you caught and ripped the head off.

"Jesus Christ," Hazel mutters.

The neutral look on Reyna's face remains. "Exactly."

Frank grimaces when Jason draws up to her shoulder and a weird noise clicks in the air. Leo has already moved on and is rambling about his latest project again, Annabeth turning away from Jason and Reyna to listen in. Percy eyes the two for a bit before going back to placing star stickers all over Piper's face.

"Doesn't that hurt?" Frank asks, slightly drowned out by Leo's loud chatter.

"I still a feel it, but it stopped hurting after the third time," Reyna says. A bit of blood drips down her skin, Jason's eyes wide and feral. "Apparently I have a degree of nerve damage in this arm, which is why-" She cuts her gaze back to Jason who is uninterested in anything else but chewing her skin like he wants to rip it open and eat it. "-he's not supposed to go near my hand."

He chuffs around her arm and bites harder into her bicep. She flicks his forehead. It lasts another minute. By the end, the others have drawn their focuses back to one another. Jason drops Reyna's arm out of his mouth like a cat giving a rat to its owner. They knock their foreheads together. Jason rubs his cheek against hers, then draws back. There's still a simmer of something in him, but he's not pacing like he's trying to catch up on his steps for the day.

Reyna marches back to the door and repeats her initial question. Annabeth answers with a wave goodbye. In the back of the cabin, Jason has relaxed in a slump on the floor. No one questions him, but eyes are drawn and Leo fades off for the first time since they all sat down and asked, "What have you guys been up to?"

However Leo is never silent for long, and shouts, "Are you gonna start biting my arm? Because I've kind of been thinking about mangling it up on purpose to make myself into a bitching cyborg."

All three girls reach across to swat him across the head at the thought, but he just ducks it with a laugh. James draws up out of his slump. He stretches long like a dog waking up from a good nap, and crawls over just enough to drop his head into Frank's lap. He reaches around to grab his hand and drops it into his hair. Frank rolls his eyes but starts petting.

"No," Jason says, tone clipped. "I stopped doing that when I was like thirteen."

Frank tugs once at Jason's hair. "When did you start?"

Jason's eyes slide close. "When was I given to the wolves?"

Hazel's nose wrinkles. "Those poor fucking rabbits. Did you at least eat them?"

A wide grin splits Jason's face. Then he shakes his head and twists over a bit so Frank can cover some more ground in his pets. "Of course," he says, half into Frank's belly. "But I've got other things I can do now." He doesn't elaborate on the other things. "Camp's just loud. I forgot."

Before Leo had launched into his latest project spiel, Jason dropped that he was meeting with minor gods across the country. Touring cities and states alone certainly approached more silence than the screeching and yells of kids calling out to one another from several feet away. Or the constant clang of swords, the breakout of musical renditions from the Apollo cabin, or the braying of pegasi and unicorns.

"Jason, you grew up around wolves and Hannibal," Frank laughs, "And you don't like noise?"

Jason gestures to his ear. "Sound carries on air. I hear a lot more than everyone else."

Oh, they all think, then grimace at memories of embarrassing noises they've made when they thought they were far enough away no one else would notice it.

"It's more... in-depth," Jason adds quiet. "Like the flap of a butterfly's wings. And the last few gods have lived closer to the nature. Quieter, solitude." He laughs a quiet wisp of a laugh. "And then I come back here and it's more than just leaves rustling." He's quiet for a breath, then, "It's noise. And it's like it's inside me."

"I get it," Percy says. "I have whales trying to talk to me and that goes right through my bones." He shakes his head, voice quieting down. "It is hell."

Jason's knees draw up closer to him, his face twisting further into Frank's lap. "Yeah. It is."

#my writing #pjo fanfic #my fanfic #jason grace #reyna avila ramirez arellano #happy talks pjo #this really was just an excuse to write about jason chewing on reyna's arm as a stim thing hahaha #im so sleepy. and i was writing another jason thing but i stopped enjoying it so we have this instead. hugs and hugs everyone

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peri-helia · 9 months

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Love, Unsaid

Joe x Nicky Drabble. Canon typical violence, Character death (Nicky starts off dead but he’s fine), they hug it out, that’s it, that’s the fic

It’s slow going, removing the sword from Nicolo’s gut.

King Arthur probably had an easier time removing the sword from the stone. Between the constant rain lashing down on them and the constant blood swelling fresh at the wound, the mud that was once this forsaken battlefield anchoring Yusuf where he stands, it is no easy task. He’d snapped the arrows that had landed in Nicolo’s shoulders, the heads have already been expelled by his immortality. When Nicolo revives they’re going to have to reconsider which cause they lend their swords to, coin or no coin.

Still, it is nice to fight together, rather than fighting each other. It had been getting old, in a way they apparently don’t anymore. They are not quite friends, not yet. They shake hands if they part, clasp each other’s shoulders. Nicolo is showing himself to be a kind soul, at his core, repentant and eager to learn.

This fucking sword.

Yusuf coughs with exertion, throwing his aching hands in the air. They are the only fighters left, only the scavengers, human and bird alike now picking their way through the available lootings.

His hands slip on the smoothed prongs of the handguard, wet with rain and water and blood and sweat before Yusuf swears, bends his knees and yanks.

There is a chorus of sounds, a squelching, wrenching crunch before the sword glides free and Yusuf tilts backwards, falling on his arse in the mud. All those minstrals and bards glorifying battles want murdered in a way that sticks. Flinging the weapon aside, he claws his way back over to Nicolo. Those singular eyes are still more reticent of seaglass rather than seafoam.

“Nicolo. Nicolo” Yusuf calls gently, shaking the other man’s shoulder.

“Nicolo”

There’s no movement. Not even a twitch to his little finger.

He glances down at the wound, washed clean by the rain. It’s healing. It must be healing.

Larger wounds take longer they know this. The weapon had obstructed his healing that’s all.

He’s not dead. Nicolo di Genova, the eternal thorn in his side, the handsome bastard who is his only constant in this world is not dead. He’s not allowed to be. He’s not going to be killed permanently by some jumped up rat-faced shit from England after everything Yusuf tried all those years ago.

Yusuf puts a hand on Nicolo’s cheek, still warm despite the icy sheen of water soaking them through.

“Nico”

There’s a wet gasp that’s halfway between death rattle and coming air that always accompanies when they are dragged from death to life and Nicolo bolts upright. He gasps several times, sucking in great lungfuls of air greedily.

“You’re alright, You’re alright, it’s over. I’m here. We’re here” Yusuf finds himself repeating, rubbing Nicolo’s back of all things. Nicolo coughs once more, before twisting violently away, still grasping Yusuf’s wrist hard before he vomits.

Yusuf’s already reaching for the waterskin at his own hip as Nicolo spits the last of the bile out. “I’m sorry,” Nicolo rasps, the words coming slow. “Arrows were poisoned”

That English fucker.

No wonder the healing had taken so long. Nicolo’s system had been fighting off two things at once.

“It’s not your fault, my friend” Yusuf says before he can stop himself. Nicolo obviously hears him because he stares open mouthed at Yusuf for a moment, before wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He nods once, a sharp bob of the head as if he can’t quite believe it. Then before Yusuf can stop him, Nicolo stumbles upright, staggering to his feet like a drunkard. He rubs the rain from his face and stands before Yusuf, trembling slightly.

“How – how bad was it?”

They’re healing has quickened over the years, but worse deaths take longer.

“Bad” Yusuf says. They both need food and warmth. What’s done is done.

Nicolo hums, voice still worn. He’s still trembling too, probably cold. His eyes are big and wide and he’s never looked so young to Yusuf as he does now, except maybe when they’d come back to life that first time around, when everything was new and strange and yet still the same.

If it was anyone else, anyone from Yusuf’s old life, he’d probably have hugged them before now. He’s a tactile soul, always reaching out. But they’ve never hugged before.

“Do you – do you want?”

Nicolo barely looks at Yusuf’s half open arms before he falls into them, arms coming to wrap around Yusuf’s middle. Yusuf jumps when he feels a cold nose bury into his neck.

“Thank you Yusuf” he murmurs quietly after a moment, without letting go.

It’s so nice to be held, after years of hacking away across the continents, of lying and running and never getting close except out of necessity to sleep, or shoot or bandage.

Nicolo feels the moment all the tension goes out of Yusuf’s shoulders, so that he sags against Nicolo’s shoulders. He can’t help it, he smiles into the other man’s shoulder. This beautiful man who has opened his arms again and again to Nicolo, literally now, despite everything.

It’s so quiet, after a battle. During, you can’t hear yourself think, let alone hear what’s going on – it all melts into one incomprehensible din. Arrows and shields clanging, swords clashing, people screaming. After death has swept the field, it’s deafening in another way altogether.

They’re still holding each other.

In the back of his mind, Nicolo is vaguely away that maybe this hug has gone on a little…long than may be polite. He has taken so much, he should pull back, lest such a blessing not be offered again.

But when he goes to disentangle himself, Yusuf merely shifts his weight to his other leg and Nicolo feels his fingers dig into the mail of his shirt. Of its own volition, Nicolo’s hand comes up to cup the back of Yusuf’s head.

Well. Maybe they both need it.

“Andromache!”

Nile watches as Andy gets literally swept – more like scooped – off her feet into a massive hug by Joe. It’s the first time they’ve been separated as a team, the first time Nile’s seen a reunion after a long period of time. The first time she’s seen Andy all but giggle as she’s swayed gently from side to side, feet dangling as Joe hugs her.

Then its Nicky’s turn and its different but no less tender, the way he cups the back of Andy’s head, big arms coming round to wrap around her. They hold each other just as long, just as warmly.

And then the couple’s eyes fall on Nile. They’ve given each other their hands before, clasped each other’s shoulders, hell even had a thumb war on that really fucking long flight to Tripoli.

Nicky looks at Nile for a long moment and then, almost conversationally, opens his arms the tiniest fraction, intent clear. She can take it or leave it and either way is absolutely fine.

God, Nile’s missed hugs. And Nicky and Joe? They give the best fucking hugs. Just…being lightly squeezed, so much that her aching shoulders finally seem to release, in a way that there’s no limit.

What was it Nicky had said?

We’re not meant to be alone.

#my writing #tog fic #tog drabbles #joe x nicky

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nehswritesstuffs · 2 months

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I’ve been trying to figure out something LawBin to write for ages now and I’ve finally done it!

3413 words; for @rimetin, who is a sweetheart; takes place post-Dressrosa but pre-Wano (clearly); I am a manga eye color truther so this means brown for Robin and yellow for Law sorry but those are the rules; the fact this ship doesn’t have more traction in Anglophone circles is very interesting to me but hey be the change you want to see in the world I guess; there is no real plot just these two making clumsy moves on one another since it’s me test-driving writing this ship; it kinda got away from me but what else is new

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Trafalgar D. Water Law was getting desperate.

Okay, so maybe that was a strong word. Desperate. It did accurately describe the depth of his feelings as he wandered around the… ugh… Going Luffy-senpai looking for a quiet place to just exist for a while. The rest of the ship felt like one big and obnoxious party, despite the fact that all he wanted was to be left alone the entire rest of the way to Zou—and therefore his crew. There was only one problem with that: his host was making it actively uncomfortable for all but the Straw Hats, which was probably the most annoying part of all.

Eventually, he was able to slip away from both Straw Hat and Bartolomeo long enough to go below deck and begin looking through some of the more empty rooms. After a few open doors leading to sleeping areas, storage space, and further shrines to the Straw Hats, Law eventually found a room labeled “LIBRARY”, which he slipped into without question.

“Couldn’t take much more atop deck?” Law glanced over into a corner and saw Nico Robin curled up on a couch by a port hole, a stack of books at her feet and one in her hands. He let out a heavy sigh of relief, one that she instantly caught. “So I’m correct.”

“You have no idea,” he grunted. He looked around and took in the fact that there was a library on the Going—ahem—on the ship. A quick inspection of the nearest shelf found that it was scarily stocked as well. “Had no idea that our host could even read.”

“Pretty sure it came with the ship,” Robin smirked. She sprouted an arm off the bookcase and plucked a specific book off a shelf, handing it to Law. “This one will suit your interests, I feel.”

He looked at the cover—it was a fiction novel. “Nico-ya, I was aiming for something a little less…”

“If you were looking for a medical journal, unfortunately that is the closest thing you’re going to find, and that includes in the infirmary; I checked,” she replied nonchalantly. “At least the main love interest is a court physician.”

“I’m not looking for a romance novel.”

“You’ll be hard-pressed to find anything different… unless you feel you’re ready to take on Luffy and Rooster-kun again…”

“Eh… I’ve fallen asleep to worse.” Law flopped himself down on the ratted armchair near the other porthole—one leg hooked over the side—and reluctantly cracked the book open to the first page, figuring it was better than nothing. At least if one of the more obnoxious of his fellow passengers found him, he could easily enough shoo them off with a glare and a lie on the topic.

Okay, he had to hand it to Robin; at least she had pushed a book on him that was well-written. It reminded him of the books he’d occasionally find in his parents’ home library, or on the sisters’ desks at school. He’d read a few of them back then, raising his eyebrow at how his mother kept reading them despite anatomy Not Working That Way, but mostly gave them a personal hard pass. What did a little boy know about romance? What did a child understand about relationships spurred on by hormones that they had yet to experience? His parents had never stopped him from reading anything, however, making the novel oddly nostalgic despite the fact he had never seen it before in his life.

The main character was a woman, strong-willed and sharp-tongued as such protagonists oft were. Her quick wit was integral to her getting out of scrapes, but also getting her into trouble as well. There was something amiss at the noble court she had been contracted by a neighboring kingdom to investigate, their tenuous alliance under the World Government’s flag being one that required more skill and finesse than a normal inquiry could garner. She held herself well and was damn good at her job. Said job was testing her limits, and for good reason: there was very clearly something going on, and yet everyone was covering their tracks almost too well. With each new character she covertly investigated, the more tangled the case became, until there was a sort of pallor that hung in the air, tightening around her neck like one of Doflamingo’s strings.

Ah, yes, there was the court physician, finally back from assignment; Law checked and saw he was about a third of the way through. The character was dashing and desirable, possibly the only one to potentially jeopardize the investigation with his odd sort of magnetism that changed the entire mood of the book. It was all the main character could do to keep a level head with him around. They stole each other away from the costume ball and began to kiss passionately out on the veranda, the novel devolving into descriptors almost more at home in Shachi’s collection of naughty Sora, Warrior of the Sea fan zines.

Quirking his eyebrows, Law knew the implications involved with Robin having expressly recommended this book to him. They were still allies until they reached his crew, but this… this was far from appropriate for mere allies, threatening his poker face with… let’s be honest. It was smut she handed him. At least, it was about to become smut if he was gauging it correctly. He flipped to a few pages further on and… yeah. It was down-right filthy. Wasn’t she with Robo-ya? As in they were together-together? It didn’t make sense…

Law then made the mistake of glancing over to where Robin was still sitting, light now filtering in directly through the porthole now. It caught her dark hair and brown eyes in a way he had not seen before, causing a brief thought to cross his mind. Seas, was it the book’s flowing language getting to him or was she rather pretty with her nose in a book? He realized he had been staring when she turned her gaze up and gave him a smile.

“Enjoying the novel, Torao-kun?” she chuckled. His face darkened in blush and he dropped his eyes back to the page.

“Nothing… just…” A lie, a lie, quick… “With the sun I’m seeing some differences between you now and when your bounty photo was taken—the one our host has framed. Did you have access to vitamin supplements wherever it was you were hiding?” Okay, not the best of his lies, but it would do for the time being.

“Hmm…? What do you mean…?”

“You’re much paler now. A change of that magnitude can only come from a prolonged period with minimal sun exposure. Usually vitamin supplements are necessary when such a relocation happens.”

“No vitamins, but you’re right in that I did go from being in the sun a lot to not rather recently. It was when our crew was broken up in Sabaody—I was transported to a very cold place in the East, near the northern-most part of the Red Line.”

“I grew up in the North—my sympathies.”

Robin gave a nod and suddenly hands appeared over by a small door in the wall, opening it to reveal it was actually a dumbwaiter with some freshly delivered tea. Law was surprised for half a moment—of course Chicken-ya would know to have his crew send her some tea every once in a while. He took his leg off the armrest to get up, only for her to hold up a hand to stop him.

“Allow me.”

With a flick of her wrist, Robin activated her Devil Fruit ability to retrieve the tea tray. Instead of it being a series of hands, however, as Law was used to, an entire clothed replica of her body sprouted up from the floor and took the tray from its cubby to the small sidetable that sat between the couch and armchair. The replica gave him a wink before disappearing in a flurry of petals, which also dissipated as they fluttered away.

“That’s… different…” he choked out. “I… didn’t know you could do your whole body.”

“I can, but I can’t hold it as long as I’d like yet,” she replied. Robin put down her book and poured them both some tea, expertly ignoring the large thud that rocked the ceiling above them atop deck. She passed him his mug—no sugar or milk—and shrugged. “Not nearly as useful as your ability, but it has its uses.”

“You make it sound like a party trick.” He blew a puff of air across the surface of the tea before taking an exploratory sip—still too hot. “Didn’t take you for the type.”

“It’s no party trick.” A wicked grin crept across her face as she took a sip of tea. “Would you like to help me practice?”

He gave a short nod. “I could. Chicken-ya seems to have a decent sparring area on the forecastle…”

“Right here is fine,” she replied. Robin leaned back into the couch with her tea and her book, a Devil Fruit clone of herself sprouting up next to her. “It’s not something that needs the sparring area, I imagine.”

It took Law a moment to realize that she did not mean sparring, as the Devil Fruit clone approached him, hips swaying just enough to notice. Leaning forward at the waist, it held his chin as their lips pressed together in a chaste kiss.

Quickly, Law put up a Room and checked to see where everyone was on the ship. Most everyone was distracted by the continuous party, with the remainder keeping to actual jobs they had aboard ship. He locked the door before dropping the Room’s field, definitely not wanting to be disturbed now.

“You know what to do,” Robin said through her clone. Law looked at her and saw that the original was sitting rather calmly, not visibly registering the contact her clone was doing. He placed his mug of tea down on the sidetable and swallowed hard.

“Aim is endurance, then?”

“…that and not allowing what happens to my clone to show on the original,” she admitted. The clone’s hand let go of Law’s chin and instead pressed against the back of the chair, fully trapping him.

“Do your worst,” it dared.

Carefully, Law placed his hands on the clone’s hips and pulled them closer, making it straddle his lap as it sat. His thumbs accidentally brushed under the false clothing and marveled at the fact the skin under the shirt felt warm. The clone’s hands gently caressed his face as it leaned in and started kissing him in earnest, teeth worrying his bottom lip as he looked over at the original.

She turned a page in her book and kept reading. How the fuck…?

The Devil Fruit clone’s hands then began to wander, moving under his unbuttoned shirt to touch his shoulders and chest. He tried not to moan as fingers lightly went over his nipples in a teasing manner—this wasn’t fair.

“You play dirty, Nico-ya,” he wheezed.

“I play fair as is needed,” the clone murmured against his mouth. “Come on Torao-kun… don’t be shy… I know you’re more clever than that…”

A moment’s worth of thought crossed his mind—the novel! She must have known how far he had gotten before they began with tea. He tried to remember what had been in the novel, his brain beginning to stutter due to the unexpected contact.

Oh… if only the guys could see him now… they’d never believe it.

“I thought you were with Robo-ya…” he breathed. He wasn’t going to ask permission, but the least he could do was avoid making however long of a trip they had in front of them growing awkward.

“Even if I was, I don’t think he’d blame me.” Robin’s clone moved one of its hands to his shoulder, then back of his neck, and the other to the small of his back as it continued to kiss him. “I’d be getting a real boy for once.”

“You get the real deal and I don’t?” He worked one hand under her shirt and another up the leg of her shorts, getting a decent handful of what certainly felt like real tit and ass, giving both a squeeze. “That’s hardly fair.”

“Prove you’re ready for the big leagues and then we can talk,” the real Robin chuckled. She took a sip of her tea and her clone continued to kiss him, egging him on.

“The big leagues? How do you know I’m not already there?”

“…because if you were, I’d have a much more difficult time following this book.”

It took all the synapses in Law’s brain firing at once for him to remember what the two characters in the novel had been doing. He recalled the court physician using his long fingers to his advantage, which made him decide to do the same. Shifting his fingers, he felt to see if there was anything for him to anatomically tease between her legs—there was. He found its entrance first, then the nub of its clit, feeling the clone shudder as he rubbed a few quick circles before it burst into a cloud of petals that vanished in thin air.

“What was that?” Law teased. Robin frowned and reformed another clone, this one in the dress she had worn when she last stepped off the Thousand Sunny… and only the dress from what Law could tell. He pulled this clone in with more purpose, grinding his hips up into its, hearing a gasp from clone and original alike. “And here you were making fun of me.”

“Rude,” the clone scoffed, pinching some skin on his chest. He retaliated by grinding up between the clone’s legs again, making sure that his growing erection hit where it was needed most. “It’s a lot of work remembering all the details to replicate on each copy. Should I take shortcuts on the next one?”

The next one…? Another clone? Fuck that… Law was determined to the real Robin before they were done.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

Two hours later, Luffy came barging into the library, a large turkey drumstick in one hand and his eyes full of mirth. There was food again! The ship’s cook finished making dinner! Robin and Torao needed to stop being cooped up inside and go eat on the deck!

It was a good thing he didn’t catch the pleased sweat on Robin’s brow, nor the flash of horror in Law’s yellow eyes as he quickly moved a cushion to cover his undone trouser fly, nor the assortment of petals that covered the floor as they faded into nothing…

…though… huh… Torao’s tea was cold. A full mug too! Maybe that’s why he seemed upset? His face was really red… oh well! Some meat could help him cheer up! Luffy wrapped a noodly arm around his friend and dragged him from the library, despite his protests and Robin’s giggling.

People sure were weird sometimes.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

With the Alliance made and everyone breaking off to their separate assignments, now that he and his crew were again within the auspices of the Polar Tang, Law felt more at-home than he had been in ages. Everything was beginning to settle into something closer to what it should have been—what it was going to be after they defeated Kaidou—and for the first time in a long time, Law found himself beginning to unwind.

“I don’t know what the fuck you people did, but I like this version of the Captain,” Penguin chuckled as he brought a tray filled with drinks over to the table. They were in the middle of riding a current, so the most that all but a handful of them had to do was wait. Most of them were gathered in the mess hall shooting the shit or, in his captain’s case, simply tolerating the others’ presence.

“Helped me get a fucking dragon off my back,” Law grumbled as he reached for a drink. He pulled his hand back for a moment as Zoro grabbed two drinks at once, going back for his allotment when the other swordsman was firmly double-fisting the alcohol. Penguin tried to yank the tray away but to no avail.

“I meant something else, but whatever,” he shrugged. Law downed half his mug at once and glared at his crewmate—no, one of his oldest friends. “Pretending ain’t gonna work. I’ve known you long enough to know better.”

“Uh-huh. Sure.” Law tried to appear aloof, yet knew he wasn’t fooling anyone from his crew. He felt Penguin’s stare bore straight through him, their guests not picking up on what was happening. It was then that their final guest came through the doorway into the mess hall—Robin. “Nico-ya, I thought you said you needed a lie-down.”

“I feel much better now, thank you,” she smiled. No… something felt a little off… “I have a question for you, Torao-kun.”

“Is it about the ship?” Penguin asked suavely, passing the drink tray to a passing Uni. Of course he would jump at the opportunity to be alone with a pretty lady not named Ikkaku. “I might be able to assist you.”

“No, I think I might,” Shachi cut in. Fucking hell, where did that perv come from? “The Tang is a marvel, isn’t she?”

“That she is,” Robin agreed, “but I wanted to discuss a book your captain and I were both reading on the Going Luffy-senpai. You do remember the end, correct?”

“I do,” Law nodded. He stood, poured the rest of his drink into one of Zoro’s (who simply shrugged and kept going; the liver damage had to be insurmountable), and walked past the insanely grumpy Penguin and Shachi to join Robin in the corridor… except… “Couldn’t come here yourself?”

“Think of it like another test,” the Devil Fruit clone smirked. It walked with him over to the door to his cabin before dissipating, Law waiting until the final petals vanished before slipping into the cabin and locking the door behind him.

There, sitting at his desk and looking over some of his notes with great interest, was Robin—the real Robin—wearing nothing but one of his button-down shirts, just like the heroine of the novel as she was readying to team up with the court physician in the final act. He felt his face grow hot in embarrassment as he realized she was reading one of his Sora, Warrior of the Sea compilations, the familiar tome looking strange in her hands.

“I have to admit, I never took you as a comics fan,” he said, trying to play it cool. He went to the desk and rested his chin on Robin’s shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I used to read Maruko-san when I was little, but I never really had the chance to keep up considering everything.” She turned a page and chuckled lowly. “This looks interesting—maybe I’ll read this instead.”

“Instead of what? Maruko-san?”

“Instead of seeing if you’re finally ready to show me how the book ended.”

Law raised an eyebrow; wasn’t the book merely an excuse? Code? He felt himself get pulled backwards by a familiar hand and he knew that it was another Devil Fruit clone, courtesy of Robin’s desire to torture him. It manhandled him towards the bunk, aggressively making him sit on the mattress as it prepared to keep him occupied while the original read.

Well, two could play at that game; an open Room and a twitch of his wrist swapped Robin with her Devil Fruit clone, putting her in his lap. She frowned playfully at him as she realized what happened and allowed her clone to dissolve.

“I lost my page.”

“Mmm… I’ll catch you up.”

“You sure?” She looked in his eyes as his hands idly began to work at opening the shirt she had stolen. Brown and yellow stared one another down as buttons were carefully undone, making them both wonder how this—whatever it was—would survive once they were in Wano.

“I’m sure.” He opened a Room again and watched her expression turn curious. “Now it’s my turn to test something I’ve been working on. Be as loud as you want; I dare you.”

He watched her grin and knew that if they wanted it, there was definitely a chance this could last.

#Trafalgar Law #Nico Robin #LawBin #Law x Robin #One Piece #One Piece fan fiction #fan fiction #for the Rare Pears: THIS IS WHAT I WAS WRITING WHEN I WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT HAVING A SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD #SPECIFICALLY: BABY BELUGA BY INTERNATIONALLY BELOVED CANADIAN CHILDREN'S ARTIST RAFFI #it's just bad form to have kid's songs in your head when writing anything spicy okay it just is

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chapter twenty-five | halloween came early

percy jackson x fem reader

“It’s a cool aesthetic.”

Thalia looked from the piles of dirty snow at the sides of the road and back to you. “Yeah. Sure.”

“Can’t tell me it’s not.”

“Can we just focus on the task at hand, please?”

You huffed shortly but turned your attention to the sign up ahead as you walked into town: CLOUDCROFT, NEW MEXICO.

The air was cold and sky sunny, and the melting snow on the sidewalk sloshed as you trekked onward.

Bianca and Zoe mumbled about something or other at the head of the group, while Thalia, Grover and Percy walked in front of you in a line, leaving you at the back unable to fit on the curb. Where you once would have felt rejection because of this, now you only felt grateful for the quietude, and the chance to think properly.

Unfortunately, it made you think about Percy’s admittance this morning.

“I didn’t say it, couldn’t say it before. It just felt wrong. But I have to tell someone.”

“You can tell me anything.”

Annabeth had until the winter solstice.

Four days to live.

It was difficult to get a grip on how you were feeling. But the most prevalent feeling was horror. Your sister’s life depended on you.

You stopped in town, by the high school. You could see everything from a small bank building to tourist stores and cafes.

“Hey, there’s a coffee shop!” Grover pointed out with a joyful smile.

“Yes, coffee is good,” Zoe agreed.

“And pastries,” said Grover dreamily. “And wax paper.”

Thalia sighed. “How about you two get us some food? Us four will check out the grocery store and try to get directions.”

The cashier gave the four of you a look as you walked in, a cold gust of air following behind you as the automatic doors closed. While Percy and Thalia stuck to finding out the important things, such as how Cloudcroft didn’t have enough snow for skiing, you and Bianca walked up and down the aisles looking for anything remotely interesting.

“Hey,” you stopped and pointed out. Bianca turned to you. “They sell rubber rats for a dollar.”

Bianca’s eyes couldn’t have widened any further in glee.

“We’re buying a rat.”

You found Thalia and Percy at the counter, still, and you came to stand next to Percy. You held the rat up and he wrinkled his nose at the bug-eyed animal.

“I found your look-alike,” you said, setting on the conveyor belt to look at him.

“That’s very observant of you.”

Percy bought you it for you, and soon enough, you left the store. Thalia wandered off to ask other people for directions, leaving yourself, Percy and Bianca on the porch of the store.

It was quiet, almost awkwardly so, and for once you couldn’t think of anything to say which could liven up the situation.

You set the grey-skinned rat on the porch railing, facing Percy.

“So…” Percy shoved his hands in his pockets. “What do you think of being a Hunter so far?”

Bianca blinked. You watched the exchange with a weird twist in your chest. When did Percy ever ask you how you were feeling?

“You’re not still mad at me for joining, are you?”

You frowned. Percy was mad at her for it?

“Nah. Long as, you know…you’re happy.”

“I’m not sure ‘happy’ is the best word, with Lady Artemis gone, but…it’s definitely cool being a Hunter. I feel calmer, somehow, everything seems to have slowed down around me. I guess that’s the immortality.”

Looking at her, you couldn’t see much difference. Bianca looked exactly the same as the day you met her. But the thought hit you that whether ten or fifty years passed, Bianca would look unchanged. She would still look twelve-years-old.

“Nico doesn’t understand it,” she said.

You didn’t have it in you to reassure her that her choice was okay. Because in reality, you weren’t sure if it was. She abandoned her little brother to the hands of strangers without a second thought, a little brother too young to fully understand the gravity of her decision. All he knew was his sister would not be with him any longer, and that there was no choice offered to him.

“He’ll be alright,” Percy assured her. “Camp takes in a lot of young kids. They did it for Annabeth.”

“I hope we find her. Annabeth, I mean. She’s lucky to have a friend like you. And a sister like you.”

You froze, attention on you. Bianca watched you with a look you couldn’t quite understand. But she looked sad.

You shrugged your shoulders. “We’re not really that close. We fight too much.” Something you were coming to regret, now her life was in your hands. One wrong move and you’d never get to apologise as you wanted to now.

“That doesn’t make you any less of a sister. I argue—or, I used to argue with Nico a lot. But you’re here helping to look for her—a good sister wouldn’t do that.”

You hummed. A brutally cold gust of wind swept your hair back from your face. And all you could think about was whether you would find your sister dead or alive.

—

The further you went on your travels, the more Bianca unveiled her and Nico’s past. They had a bank trust set up by their now-gone parents, and attended a boarding school in Washington D.C. She explained how she had no memory of getting there, and no memory of before there, and only knew of a lawyer who came by every few months to see the siblings were still there.

As you walked through the town in search of Thalia, Zoe and Grover, she explained more.

“Nico and I had to leave that school, one day. A different lawyer came by and got us out, and we drove a long way. We got to Westover and we’re there until you guys came for us.”

“So you’ve been raising Nico for pretty much the whole of your life?” You said, leaning forward and looking at her from the other side of Percy. Bitterness continued to grow in you for Nico. “Just the two of you?”

“That’s why I wanted to join the Hunters so bad,” she nodded. “I know it was selfish. But I wanted my own life so bad. My own life and my own friends. I love Nico. So much. But I needed to find out what it was like to not be a big sister twenty-four hours a day.”

“Zoe seems to trust you,” Percy said. “What we’re you guys talking about, anyway? Something dangerous about the quest?”

“When?”

“Yeah, when?”

“Yesterday morning at the dining pavilion,” Percy blurted. Your jaw dropped.

“You little sneak!”

“Something about the General,” he rushed.

“But we didn’t see you!” You narrowed your eyes. Percy swallowed like he was nervous, looking away and back again. “We didn’t see you!” It dawned on you. “The invisibility hat! Annabeth’s cap!”

“Were you eavesdropping?” Bianca demanded.

“No! I mean, not really—”

“Hey guys!”

Everyone turned around. Grover and Zoe were walking up the street with the drinks. Percy was saved for now, but you would not be dropping it any time soon.

The hot chocolate was almost good enough for you to forget that Percy was a sneak and a terrible liar. Almost.

“We should do the tracking spell,” Zoe said. “Grover, do you have any acorns left?”

“Umm,” Grover muttered through a mouth full of muffin wrapper. “I think so, I just need—”

A harsh wind blew so fiercely out of the blue that you were almost pushed back by it. Grover’s cap came flying off, and he leapt to catch it. Zoe gasped.

“Grover! Thy cup!”

You all watched the birds on Grover’s paper coffee cup literally fly right off the paper, multicolour animals that soared up into the sky with the wind. A squeak at your side made you jump—the dollar rat was covered in real fur with shiny eyes and a skinny, whipping tail. It squeaked again and took off across the railing you’d set it on. So gobsmacked, you couldn’t move, only watching with your mouth agape.

With the wind came a whisper of words you were unable to make out. Something uncomfortable settled in your bones.

And then Grover’s whole body collapsed. You just about caught him, the wound on your arm smarting as his head hit it. But at least it wasn’t the ground. Your knees pressed into the ground, one hand gripping his arm to try and hold him up.

The others gathered around him, Percy going as far as to kneel next to you and give him a good shake to get him up. But nothing worked. Grover’s eyes remained closed. The only sign of life was the groaning he made.

“What’s wrong with him?” Thalia waved a hand at Grover’s unmoving body on the floor.

“I don’t know,” Percy said. “He just collapsed. What causes sudden collapse?” He turned to you.

Put on the spot, you fumbled for a reasonable answer. “I-it could be exhaustion. Or drug overdose. Prolonged heart problems? Sometimes being extremely upset can cause the body to go into overload and shut down, but—”

Thalia snorted. “Grover won’t so much as pluck grass for fear of harming nature. I don’t think he’s going to take anything serious. Just get him up! We need to go!”

It didn’t take much persuasion on your part the second you heard the skeleton army’s chilling chatter getting closer. You located your dagger, and, very carefully, you and Percy took an arm each and hoisted Grover up from the ground. He swayed and groaned like he was made of ghost jelly, but you dragged him along nonetheless.

You got the edge of town before the first skeletons appeared. They were tall and dressed in blue police uniforms, with guns in hand. With transparent grey skin and yellow eyes, they were the stuff of nightmares.

Thalia tapped the bracelet on her wrist, her shield Aegis spiralling to life, spear in hand.

Percy drew his sword, ready to fight.

You still held Grover, and thus you were rendered useless in the situation. So you could only watch as Bianca and Zoe drew their arrows, notched on the bow, and Percy and Thalia stood with prepared faces, ready to fight. Percy met your eye as Grover wobbled, your hands tightening on him. He looked away, more determined than before.

“Back up!” Thalia hissed.

“You think I can carry Grover any further!” You replied. “Bro’s breaking my back as is!”

There was a rustling of branches, and more skeleton chattering. A turn of your head confirmed you were surrounded by the undead. One of them raised a phone to its mouth and chattered into it—you obviously couldn’t make out the words, but you understood the gesture.

“It’s near,” Grover moaned.

“They’re right here!” You muttered.

“No,” he shook his head. “The gift. The gift from the Wild.”

You didn’t understand what he was talking about. Grover and his nature talk didn’t make sense at the best of times. But he was so floppy and chatting nonsense that you didn’t have it in you to care about that—you cared more about protecting him in such a vulnerable position.

“We’ll have to go one-on-one. Four of them and four of us,” said Thalia. “They might ignore you and Grover that way.”

“Agreed,” said Zoe.

“The Wild!” Grover moaned.

You paid no mind to Grover when you saw movement out of the corner of your eye—Percy charging at the army of skeletons.

You jolted forward, barely catching Grover. Everyone stared after Percy. “Someone go after him!”

But nobody moved. You held your breath until a shot rang out, and a shocked cry tore from your chest—two bullets had fired at Percy’s back. His body fell like it weighed the earth, straight to the ground, and you shoved Grover off of you, uncaring as to whether or not somebody took him off your hands. Your best friend was laying on the ground and—

Alive?

You stood at the front of your small group as your best friend found his feet, jaw dropped, looking down at the coat he wore. The Lion’s fur had acted as a barrier between life and death, protecting Percy.

Despite the burning of movement in your arm, you thanked whoever was up there for the opportunity to charge. The burning question remained—

How do you kill something that’s already dead?

You went for the throat first. Swiping your hand with a strength that surprised you, you sent the skeleton’s head flying clean off its body. The skull toppled to the ground and then the rest of the body in sections of bone, but quicker than you could act, it began to reassemble, from the bottom up. You watched, transfixed, as it joined back together. You looked around. Grover was no longer groaning on the floor, instead he stood facing some trees, holding his hands out to them like he expected a warm greeting.

Zoe and Bianca started firing arrows, while Percy came to your side. You came back to reality just as the thing reassembled completely, and felt a whoosh over your head. The skeleton disassembled once more in a clatter, and Percy stood breathing heavily next to you, clasping his sword with both hands between you both.

“Thanks,” you nodded, blowing hair out of your face.

Percy gulped. “Don’t worry about it.”

A loud crashing sound like roadwork machinery turned everyone’s heads. The source of it was unknown however.

You were losing. Zoe and Bianca shot arrow after arrow, lodging into skulls and knocking guns from skeletal hands, but it made no difference. Thalia was electrocuting any she could fight off, but that wasn’t working either. And Grover was useless, standing dazedly staring at trees.

You knew you were really goners when one lunged for Bianca—

It burst into flames. With a single stab from her hunting knife, the skeleton was burning up into nothing. All that was left was a smoking, charred pile of ash and a cop badge.

“How—how did you do that?” You wondered aloud.

Bianca, just as bewildered, shook her head wide-eyed. “I don’t know. Lucky stab?”

“Well, do it again!”

She tried, but the skeletons were wary of her. They backed away and chattered as if they were warning one another. They began to press you back.

“Plan?” Percy asked, looking at you. His dark hair was a total mess, and you tried thinking of whether or not you brought any hair spray.

You shrugged. “Uhm—run?”

The trees rustled and the skeletons grew closer. Grover looked a little too holy-like for your comfort. Grover never looked this peaceful.

“A gift,” he muttered.

And then, with a mighty roar so loud it rattled your own bones and blew all the trees to a 180° degree angle, a giant pig—no, boar came barrelling out of the woods, crashing into the street. It was at least thirty-feet tall, with a bristly, hairy back and a shiny pink nose. It’s tusks were like giant canoes, and when it squealed, it squealed.

“REEEEEEEEET!”

The stuff of nightmares.

“Percy. Have we died?” You reached out and clasped his wrist.

“If we’re dead, at least we died together, dude.”

“That’s very romantic.”

The moment was ruined as the giant boar turned its attention to you. It had thrown the remaining skeletons aside with its giant tusks, but was growing closer to you now.

Thalia raised her spear, but Grover yelled out. “Don’t kill it!”

The boar made a growling noise low in its throat, pawing at the ground. You were going to be made into mush.

“That’s the Erymanthian boar,” Zoe said quietly, trying to stay calm. “I don’t think we can kill it.”

“It’s a gift,” Grover said. “A gift from the Wild!”

The boar screeched and swung its head, tusks aimed for the lot of you. Zoe and Bianca dived. You hit the ground, Thalia threw herself to the side and Percy pulled down Grover.

“Yeah!” Percy yelled. “I feel very blessed! Scatter!”

“It wants to kill us!” Thalia yelled.

“Never would have guessed!” You answered.

The others yelled and conversed and tried to confuse it. You simply tried to think back to all the history lessons at camp. Had you ever discussed this boar? Surely it would have cropped up somewhere in a timeline you’d studied, right? Someone in history had fought the thing and won, you knew that much. But who, and how?

“Keep moving!” Zoe yelled. She and Bianca ran in opposite directions. Grover danced around the boar, playing his pipes while the boar snorted and tried to gouge him.

It clicked. “Hercules!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms out in the boar’s direction. As if recognising the name, it huffed angrily.

“Why are you talking about ancient history?” Bianca yelled.

“Hercules fought this thing!”

“Why is this relevant to you? Just help us!” Thalia shouted angrily. She jabbed the boar with her spear, but that only made it angrier.

“Because it was part of his Labors! He killed it! Was is the sixth labor? Fourth?”

The boar charged, and there was no time left to think about the past. Percy came running by you, yanking on your jacket and pulling you with him. Running uphill could be added to the list of impossible things you’d done, as you ran in and out of trees, keeping ahead of the animal since it had to dodge them.

On the other side of the hill was an old line of train tracks, buried partially by snow.

You skidded out into the open, Percy’s hand still clenched around your wrist. “Come on!” He yelled. “This way!”

The boar slipped and slid across the tracks, it’s hooves clearly not made for this.

Up ahead stood an old tunnel, covered in snow. Beyond that lay a bridge. Percy was urging you to keep going as your legs slowed your pace, but…something didn’t feel right. A deep tugging was felt in your stomach, like a rope getting tighter and tighter the closer you got to the tunnel.

“No,” you told him. He pulled you along anyway. “Percy, stop!”

You pulled with all your might as you got to the end of the bridge, snow piling up around your calves. Percy turned to you, mouth open to say something, but noticed just as you had at the last moment:

You’d reached the end of the line.

And all that lay before you was a horrible, long drop. A seventy-foot drop full at the bottom with snow.

“Come on!” Percy yelled. You swallowed hard. “It’ll hold our weight, probably!”

“Are you stupid? That’ll kill us!”

“We have to!”

“Not a chance!”

It happened too fast for you to process what even happened. One second, you were standing facing a fall at the edge of a jagged edge with your best friend, and the next, you found yourself hit by something firm and warm, before the cold enveloped you. You rolled and rolled, heard your jacket tear more than it was already. Pain blossomed across your body, and sometime later you came to a stop.

On your back, staring up at the sky, you lay for a few seconds to get your bearings.

“You okay?” Percy groaned beside you. His leg was tangled up in yours, and you lay partially on his shoulder.

“Think so,” you nodded. “You?”

Percy hummed.

Slowly, you both sat up. Your pants were ripped here and there and wet from the snow, and there were pine tree needles decorating your hair. The boar was nowhere to be seen at eye-level, but when you looked over the edge of the cliff you saw it was leg-deep in the snow, squealing. It didn’t look hurt, but wasn’t going anywhere.

Percy turned his head to you. “You wouldn’t jump off the edge.”

“Because I’m not stupid like that,” you rolled your eyes. “If we’d have jumped off the edge, the boar would have come after us anyway. We would’ve gotten stuck in the snow, and then squashed when the boar fell. I’m not a fan of death, Percy. It scares me. I’m not interested in getting to the Underworld today.”

He stayed quiet.

Until a shout came from above. “Hellooooooo?”

“Grover!” You jumped up, limbs protesting after your tumble down the mountain. He stood at the edge of the cliff, and when you shouted his name, he waved down to you both. Relief filled you. At least your friends were okay. “Down here!”

A few minutes later, the others headed down, and you stood watching the wild boar struggle in the snow. You, strangely enough, felt bad for it.

“A blessing of the Wild,” Grover said, though he looked agitated.

“Hold up,” Thalia snapped irritably. “Explain to me why you think this pig is a blessing from the earth?”

“It’s our ride west. Do you have any idea how fast this boar can travel?”

“Fun,” Percy said. “Like…pig cowboys.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your mouth.

Thalia glared. “Percy, can it, and you, Christmas tree. Now isn’t the time.”

Grover sighed slowly. “We need to get aboard. I wish…I wish I had more time to look around, but it’s gone now.”

“What did you want to look for?” You asked.

It was like he hadn’t heard you. Grover walked over to the boar and climbed onto its back, not so difficult to do considering it was still lodged in the snow. Grover pulled out his reed pipes and started to play a song; instantly, a shiny red apple appeared in the air, floating above the boar’s snout. It went ballistic trying to get it, and the movement began to get it moving through the snow.

“Automatic steering,” Thalia muttered. She headed after Grover. “Great.”

Zoe and Bianca went next, trailing after Thalia to the boar.

“Wait a second,” Percy called. Zoe looked over at him. “Do you two know what Grover’s talking about with all this Wild Blessing stuff?”

“Of course.” Zoe said. “Did you not feel it in the wind? It was so strong…I had thought I would never feel that presence again.”

Intrigued, you asked, “What presence?”

Zoe stared at you like you’d missed something blatantly obvious. “The Lord of the Wild, of course. Just for a moment, in the arrival of the boar, I felt the presence of Pan.”

WELL THEN. what do we think so far?

have any idea what y/n’s worst fear is yet ;)

channelled my inner child-of-Athena last night driving home——a spider dropped down from the front mirror as I was blasting Rihanna and doing 40mph. never have I screamed like that. so I pulled over and whacked it with a water bottle. got some strange looks.

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just little solangelo thoughts

im just chilling going through the solangelo tag so heres some lil thoughts that have been provoked from such activities

-parallel between percy and annabeth standing/sitting back to back in tartarus when they finally can rest bc they have each others backs to nico and will in tsats fighting back to back bc they've both been stabbed in the back enough already

-nico is a literal fucking sewer rat kind of (in the most loving way ofc) but also hes not he literally glows with alt and gothic beauty and has a beautiful accent and an amazing smile and smooth, milky skin and will (who is kind of a beautifully groomed golden retriever) is actually a fucking dumpster dog who jumped out at him when nico was hiding in the alley and hasnt left his side since

-will watched nico let an anemic fucking loser launch himself into the atmosphere and immediately and immensely fell in love and nico took one look at the hand that still has amniotic sac fluid on it holding his and thought 'holy shit i wanna kiss him'

-apollo literally saying 'i dont care if my son has a boyfriend. i've had a lot. and compared to some of mine, holy SHIT could will be doing worse' and i think thats great

-nico and will are not achilles and patroclus they are apollo and hycanth and apollo literally mentioned the similarities he saw in the relationships and im POSITIVE hades sees it too and is so so scared for his son because he saw what losing someone he loved that much did to apollo

-even tho they're not quite achilles and patroclus their love and wrath for the otehrs death would still be enough to shake the gods and im fully convinced zues sat hades down one day and was like 'listen dude you gotta protect the little blonde kid. i dont wanna go through that again' and hades was like 'lol pussy. gotchu tho'

-william andrew solace who is the LITERAL son of sunshine and has magic glow powers and is the best medic the camp has had in years would and probably has poke an infected creature of unidentified species and decide that it’s probably maybe not poisonous and bring it to his bf because why not

-also he definitely has/will have full sleeves of tattoos on both arms and a bunch on his legs and back and they will have absolutely no specific meaning or reason or order (other than the star on his shoulderblade for his first and only love and the sun on his chest for himself)

-nico would get a lot of tattoos but they’d all mean something to him (things bianca used to like, the groups initials, etc)

-william andrew solace was born and raised in fuckin texas with his single rocker mama (who was ALSO born and raised in texas) and is an overworked med student and has gone through all that shit he’s been through by 15. that bitch is a fucking DICK. he will cut you for touching his stuff and if you’re a dick he will absolutely NOT treat you (‘i havent sworn under oath yet as a doctor, chiron’) and he has absolutely pulled a gun on someone back home for the dumbest shit

-nico is a fucking softie don’t lie. he spends one third of his time crying, the other third waxing poetic about his boyfriend will doing normal day shit, and the last third convincing his dickhead sunshine boyfriend to treat the guy with poison ivy because ‘he called me weird, will, that’s not even that insulting’

-kayla and austin have definitely thrown them in the lake. multiple times. it’s a past time at this point. leo has helped on a few occasions and lester did once only to be fucking decked by his son in law for messing up the snack he made for will while will lost his shit laughing in the back

#will solace #nico di angelo #the sun and the star #pjo hoo toa tsats #tsats #hoo #rick riordan

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coffeeangelinabox · 3 days

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Whumpril #27: Please Don't Go

She is the outsider amongst the crew. Not because she is the newest, nor the youngest, though that does exclude her from the years of in-jokes and history they share, not to mention the fact that even the worst of the spacer’s bars on the most questionable of asteroids raise an eyebrow at her, isolating her from the recreation the other crew share.

It’s not any of that.

It’s not even - exactly - that they are family and she is…not. They are stand-offish, brusque, untrusting; as are the many other rebels she has met during her scant fifteen years. They would welcome her, she could be one of them: a place bought for her with her family name and the fact that Darrow, at least, had a history with uncle Romulus. It’s that she has a family and, alone as she may be now, she is not looking to replace them.

Academically, she knows they are dead, knows they bought her life with theirs. She has nightmares of them in cells, gaunt and bleeding and grey with exhaustion and pain, memories long buried from her barely-more-than-infancy of her mother, slashed open throat to groin by a stazer whip, hot iron blood pouring over Rosie, the shock that had locked horrified screams behind baby teeth and kept her wide eyed and blankly staring. The last protection her mother had given her. Her mother’s face and blood and howl of agony replaced by uncle Romulus’ and uncle Cyrus’ and her dad’s in turn until she barely sleeps at all, wanders the ship like the restless ghost she imagines them to be.

She knows those visions are likely true. Or, more likely, not true. Her mother’s death was too quick, too painless for what they will do to her dad.

But her heart does not believe it and, though she recognises the brittle loneliness in Nico and Casey, the willingness to welcome and accept her in David and Gene, the cautious and flattering trust extended by Darrow, she can’t make herself take the final step and accept them. She has a family who died for her, and to accept others into her heart seems the worst way to replay them. She, of everyone aboard the Valjean, except perhaps Lee, has never wanted for love or acceptance. She has never known the fear that those closest to her could turn on her at any moment. Rosie has always known deep in her guts and bones and soul that everyone she loves would give themselves up to any fate to protect her from so much as a bruise. She doesn’t know how to love without that assurance, with the caution that Jemma and Jay learned in slave camps and delta grade work parties and Darrow learned from his military superiors and David from his own children who’d reported him to the inquisition.

Then she falls ill. It’s inevitable. She is barely sleeping, rarely eating and a lifetime dirt-side has left her immune system ill prepared for the recycled air and water shipboard.

She lies in her cabin, shaking with chills and burning with fever and knowing that she’s going to live through it and still still still won’t get to see her family, her real family, again. Ever again.

David tends her, reassures her it’s spacer’s flu and they’ve all had it, coaxes her to eat and drugs her to rest and she hates him for not being the retired veterinarian who was the only medical professional her dad had trusted with her. She resents Jemma for stroking her hair and mopping her brow and helping her to change and stripping her sheets. She’s heard enough whispers by now to know that Jemma would love a child but fears to bring one into the world she inhabits. She’s no one's daughter. Not anymore.

Nico and Casey sit with her, keep her company and she hates herself for how uncomfortable they make her, but she’d grown up in a secluded parochial community. She’s never seen a non-human before. She doesn’t know which of their many eyes to look at, nor how to ask without sounding like a fool and a dirt rat. She pretends to sleep because she can keep her eyes shut.

Gene coddles the environmental systems in her room so she can change the temperature by the tiniest of increments by voice control. She can alter the gravity, relieving her sore muscles of her weight. And it’s not fair that he can do such a thing when uncle Cyrus would have faithfully promised he was going to and then broken something crucial trying because he was a shit engineer.

She can barely look at either Darrow or Lee because they still have each other and it’s not fair. Because if she can’t have her dad, even when she’s ill and alone and the pain in her heart is worse than the pounding behind her eyes, then why does Lee still get to have his? She had long since grown out of believing that her dad hung the moon.

My daddy can do anything, she had once told a teacher and never been allowed to forget it.

But at a push, if necessary, he would have caught her if she’d fallen off the edge of the world. So where is he? She knows that answer and it’s her fault, just as her mother’s death had been. Weapon in hand, but unable to bring it to bare with a squirming three year old in her arms, she hadn’t even died on her feet, on her knees hunched over Rosie, making a shield of blood and flesh and bone and she’d let uncle Cyrus and uncle Romulus and dad do the same. As though she’s worth four lives.

And as though the crew of the Valjean can ever be that to her.

Which is when Jay comes to see her. He looks careworn at the corners of his eyes. She has a vague idea he’d been off ship, searching out information from someone and about something, but her tired, aching head can’t grasp the details.

“Spacer’s flu, huh?”

She wants to scream. Another person to be kind and sympathetic and treat her like a child and do it wrong. She would sell her very soul to be called Rosie-Posie by uncle Romulus and offered a cup of lime icy that he always forgets is dad’s favourite, not hers.

Jay settles in the chair by her bed and regards her.

“You gunna tell me everyone gets it?” she rasps out and is proud of how steady her voice is.

A smile tugs the corner of his mouth. “Nah. You know that. I’m the last in and Gene loves to state the obvious.”

That almost makes her smile. “You gunna read to me?”

Jay raises an eyebrow. “You want me to?”

No one has asked. They’ve all just treated her like their child and she isn’t. “Uncle Cyrus used to read to me if I was sick.” It both is and isn’t an answer.

Jay nods and doesn’t reach for his tablet. “You miss them.”

She has to swallow twice to answer like a crew member, not like a little girl. “Gene’s not the only one who states the obvious.”

Once again the near smile tugs at his mouth. “Stupid thing to say.” There’s a silence, long and considering and eventually Jay offers, “I still miss mine.”

“You’re not going to tell me it gets easier?”

This answer comes quick and certain. “It doesn’t.”

Rosie forces herself to sputter a laugh instead of tears. “You are not a comforting man.”

“It gets familiar if that helps. But my-” and to Rosie’s surprise there are tears glimmering at the corner of his eyes. For the first time, such easy trust offered to her doesn’t enrage her. Jay gives her this because their loss is the same, not because he’s claiming her in a way only her family have a right to. “My parents were killed for hiding me.”

“Hiding you?”

“I was born on Adroit. There are strict population controls. I was my parents' fourth child. They hid me until I was almost 6, then my older brother told his best friend and her parents reported mine. My whole family was put to death. I was allowed to live.” Another silence. “I’ve never been sure if that was their punishment or mine.”

Voice tight, Rosie offers, “We were hidden, by the time our proximity alarms went off we were surrounded. Uncle Romulus sent out a message to his contacts, Darrow was the only one near enough to answer. They…they…pushed me into our only capsule, then they made a production of surrendering. The famous Porter family,” her voice turns bitter. “Every ship in the whole quadrant was focused on them humiliating themselves. No one picked up a single capsule.”

Jay nods. Rosie’s not wrong. He was on the bridge. Darrow had been foaming at the mouth, desperate to charge in and help, unable to peel himself away from the vid-screen. It had been Nico and Casey who picked up the weak, encoded transponder, Lee and Jay who reeled the capsule aboard. Darrow had been watching the Porters, looking for a moment to drop a charge on them. If death in fire and explosion was the last mercy he could have given Romulus he would have done it.

Rosie realises she’s crying. It’s the first time she’s wept in front of any of them.

Jay does not reach out in an overly familiar way. Does not wipe her tears away with the blade of his thumb as he dad had done; does not sling an arm around her shoulders and pull her into the warmth and shelter of his body as uncle Cyrus used to; does not hold her hand and tease her hair and call her infantile nicknames like uncle Romulus.

He doesn’t touch her at all.

He offers her a scrap of mostly clean fabric and busies himself looking away from her face by refilling her water glass.

“Do you want me to go?” No one else aboard would have thought to ask that, would have seen a crying child that they should comfort and help and protect.

“No.” Rosie surprises herself by answering. “No…don’t…please don’t go.”

#my writing #whump #whumpril2024 #coffeeangelinabox's space opera ocs #grief #sick whump #child character #whumprilday27 #please don't go #character death mentioned #found family but in the worst way possible

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rats-the-bat · 6 months

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The Voice of Reason ~ Part 1

Synopsis: Logan is growing more and more frustrated about being ignored. But fortunately, a certain rat affiliated Duke knows how to help. ;)

*Disclaimer for alcohol use

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"It happened again," Logan muttered to himself, sitting at his desk piled with scrapped schedules and forgotten papers. Next to him sat a tall bottle of wine; he had stopped seeing the purpose in pouring it into a glass. He said it again, this time in disbelief,

"It happened again."

Earlier that day, Thomas had the supposed fortune of winning two tickets to a Broadway performance of, "The Lion King," an apparent honor that brought him great joy. Logan didn't care much about it. Theatre was never his thing. But everyone else ecstatic. Patton happily listed all the friends Thomas could possibly bring with him, while Janus suggested he forget about the second ticket and use this as a chance to please himself. Even Virgil seemed slightly cheerful about the situation. All this joy ceased however when Roman proposed the idea of bringing Nico.

Roman, being the hopeless romantic he is, thought that it would be the perfect opportunity for Thomas to confess his feelings to Nico. Janus and Patton however, were not too thrilled of that idea, and believed that Thomas should be focusing on himself. Roman argued that the companionship of Nico would improve his mental health, which would be beneficial to everyone. But Janus and Patton wouldn't listen, and refused to let Thomas bring Nico. Virgil quickly sided with Roman (a huge shock to everyone), claiming that they may not have a better opportunity, and that Thomas has a habit of letting good things slip away from him.

And so, a huge fight broke out. To Logan, this situation was blown way out of proportions for no good reason. He argued that Thomas could bring Nico without having to make romantic advances towards him. But they ignored him, only acknowledging him when he was able to give information that supported their own point of view. Eventually, Logan got tired of their extremism and left. As far as he was aware, no one noticed or even cared.

A situation like this would leave anyone agitated. But there was one thing that made it truly upsetting to Logan: This has happened before. Several times before.

In several occasions before this one, the sides have gotten into many arguments over situations that really weren't that serious. Logan would try to point out the absurdity in the situation, only to be ignored, and only to be heard when providing exposition. Example, once the sides created a court setting to decide if Thomas should go to a callback or to his friend's wedding. Thomas could have easily explained the situation to his friends, and they would have likely been understanding. But Logan didn't have time to mention this, for after being questioned by Janus, he was benched for the rest of the trial. No one protested. When Remus introduced himself, the sides panicked, seeing Remus as a threat. Logan of course knew he wasn't, and he was actually able to tell them that, but only after the sides saw no other option. When Thomas went to the wedding, he felt like he missed out on a huge opportunity, leading to Patton sharing his flawed ideas of selflessness. Logan tried to point the absurdity in Patton's thinking. But Patton didn't like that, and he was literally pulled away from the scene. No one cared.

But the most frustrating instance of this, to him, was when he tried to convince Thomas to clean. Thomas' apartment was a figurative wreck, so Logan created a schedule for Thomas to clean it. He was so excited when Thomas went along with it. But then Remus showed up, and filled Thomas' head with thoughts that kept him distracted. Thus, Logan had to put aside his schedule for Thomas' sake. And he was fine with that. He thought that if he was able to deal with Remus, he would still be able to get most of his activities completed. He would be able to get something done. But he wouldn't go away. And he wouldn't listen. Eventually Nico called, offering a chance to hang out. Thomas immediately accepted, leaving behind the schedule he didn't even start. He still had not cleaned his apartment.

And now he was being ignored again. And he didn't know what else to do. He did everything he could think of, and they still wouldn't listen. And so he sat at his small messy desk, drinking a whole bottle of wine as he vented to the only person who would listen: Himself.

"They never listen to me. Never! It doesn't make any sense. I'm the voice of reason, I know what's best!..." he lamented, taking a large sip of wine while doing so, "I may not be the most empathetic or friendly side, but I've gotten better. I've been trying to do better! I've made an effort to understand Roman and Patton's passionate ways. I've tried to be less invasive in their eccentric activities. And I've compromised my wants and goals for the sake of theirs. But they never do the same for me! Why can't they do the same for me?"

Hours passed as he ranted to himself. One bottle of wine turned into two and a half. His anger had grown and gown and at this point he was practically yelling.

"I do so much for them! I try to help by giving my point of view, but they don't want it. For why would they want my opinions? They only need me for exposition! All I can do is spout information! Not all of it is necessary though. No. They only bother to hear when they know it benefits them! In any other case, I should keep my mouth shut!" He took another large gulp of wine. "I can do so much more than what they want from me! I'm literally the voice of reason! But at this point, they listen to Janus more than me. And they barely know him! It's like they- it's like-... It's like he's..."

Before he could finish his figurative train of thought, he heard a sudden rustling behind him, accompanied by an obnoxious giggle. Logan turned around in shock, readjusting his tie. As he scanned the room, he noticed two black boots poking out from under his bed. He sighed in agitation, immediately recognizing them.

"Remus, is there a particular reason you've decided to lay under my bed?" Logan asked. Remus slid out in a pout.

"Damnit! You caught me!" Remus whined, "I was gonna choke you in your sleep when you decided to go to bed!"

Logan rolled his eyes. This behavior was typical of the Duke. And ever since he revealed himself to Thomas, he was especially eager to bother Logan. Logan tried to hide the empty bottles of wine, and made a feeble attempt to organize the piles of papers scattered on his desk.

"Is there any other reason he came to visit?" Logan asked, hoping he would leave now that he had been caught.

"Oh yeah, actually. I was only under your bed for shits and giggles. I'm really here to catch you up on Thomas' recent little dilemma, since you decided to abandon us halfway through."

"Oh?" Why would Remus want to tell him what happened? Surely he had no good intentions. But Logan supposed that what Remus had to say couldn't be that bad. And he would like to know how their conversation went after he left.

"Alright Remus," Logan inquired, "what happened while I was gone?" Remus snickered, eager to tell Logan what he missed out on.

"Well, to make a reeeeeeeeeeally long story short, Daddy Patty and Janny were making some good points, and that got Virgil real mad, so he blurted out that he would rather have Thomas lose Nico than lose everyone else because of Janus. Yeah, turns out he didn't believe in Roman's point AT ALL, and was only using it as an excuse to keep Thomas from listening to Janus. After that, they had this super juicy confrontation about it, and Pat-Pat was able to convince Virgil to join their side. But Roman WAS NOT DEALING WITH THAT. Ha! Yeah, he got suuuuuuuuuper upset and kicked all of us sides out of his room! Guess he got insecure or something. But after like- I dunno- thirty minutes? We went back to his room and had this SUPER lame conversation about how, 'We love him unconditionally,' and how, 'Roman's sooooooo important somehow.' Ugh! Yeah it was dumb. And they even made me apologize for killing him! Not actually sorry though. Hee hee! But yeah, that's what happened." Remus then stared at Logan with a cheeky grin, waiting to hear Logan's response to his 'wonderful' summary.

"Well..." Logan replied in uncertainty, "how did it end?"

"End?" Remus questioned him with a laugh, "I've already told you, we all apologized to Roman. I'm starting to think that alcohol you're bad at hiding is starting to mess with your head."

"No, how did the debate end? What was Thomas's final decision?"

"The final decision?..." Remus paused for a moment. Then a mischievous smile grew on his face, "Oh, it was a lame conclusion honestly. No one even won! Thomas decided that he would bring Nico along without confessing; a compromise! I hate compromises! they're so boring!"

...

What?

Logan stood there for a moment, trying to process Remus' answer. Then he responded, almost with a laugh, "Remus, is this some form of jesting? It won't work on me."

"Are you calling me a liar?" Remus barked, feigning offense, "Listen, I don't hide the facts, and the fact is, they came to a compromise!"

"Wha- But that doesn't make any sense," Logan chuckled in disbelief, "that was what I was telling them to do, and they didn't listen to me. Why would they ignore my suggestions only to come to the same conclusion later on?"

"I don't know..." Remus said with too much innocence, "Have you ever considered that you're not relevant anymore?"

And as quick as Remus said that, Logan's attempt to keep his composure collapsed.

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #ts angst #tss #remus sanders #logan sanders #logan sanders angst #ts logan

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sailorsenshishitposter · 4 months

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Wacky Wahoo Pizza Man gets high and the Devil cries

You are one of the many spiders that have squatters rights in the Devil May Cry shop. Since the business is never cleaned, you have lived many long years (in terms for a spider) and have seen various sights. Today you sat in the corner of the windowsill and noticed the owner return. You were about to jump for joy since this meant there would be another food source (the trail of ants left behind from Dante) when you noticed a new face. There was a human woman you had never seen before.

"Are you sure this is safe Nico?" You noticed the woman had a large canister. "All the best things in life aren't safe. Why do you think I drive without a seatbelt? Besides, don't yer demons powers stop you from dyin'?". The man thought it over. "I guess you're right. But what about you? Don't you need a gas mask?" Nico readied her spray nozzle. "Those are for pussies. YOLO!" To your horror you recognized what she was doing. She was about to bug bomb the entire place.

Green mist filled the entire room. You tried to run but your little legs only carried you so far. You had just been evicted and the house was your body. "Well that takes care of that!" Only Dante and Nico were left standing. "Do you feel any different?" "I feel really good actually." It turns out that Nico had sprayed more than a lethal amount of rat poison. Dante survived due to his demon genes and Nico had enough tolerance to survive due to all her substinance abuse. They did however reap some side effects. The two of them were now unknowingly tripping balls.

Dante stumbled around but he usually did that when he was drunk anyway. "I.. can- my legs don't work." He then devil triggered and began to fly around for movement. "AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Nico shrieked. "NICO WHAT IS IT!?" She started to tremble and point her finger. "The-there's a monster in here!" Dante panicked. "SHIT! Okay Nico, stay calm. Can you tell me what it's doing?!" She shook. "It's just standing there.. MENACINGLY!"

The both started to move around and scream. Nico picked up her cellphone and dialed Nero. "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, THERE'S DEMONS!". Luckily Vergil was with him when the call happened so they just used Yamato for transportation from Fortuna. "YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR THIS OLD MAN!" Nero opened the door and vapour blew out of the building, causing both father and son to violently cough. "What the fuck-" Before Nero could finish his sentence the room cleared and showed a frightened Nico wielding a frying pan and a crying Dante hugging a jukebox for comfort.

"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Vergil cried. Nero then noticed the gas canister. "I think I have an idea pops." Nico and Dante were now sound asleep and on the couch. "You think they've been poisoned!?" Vergil asked alarmed. "You tell me what the two of them were doing with so much rat poison! Anyway we'll watch them and see how they are when they wake up." Vergil sighed. "I guess all we can do is wait and see then."

Nico was the first to wake up. "Huh? What happened? Wait. GIANT MONSTER!" Nero tried to hold her down. "Nico calm down! It's alright. You were just hallucinating." She stopped and her breathing returned to normal. "Ohhhh! Yeah that makes sense. We tried to bug bomb this place to hell n' back." Nero shook his head. "You know that's way too much right? Please just stick to making devil breakers next time!" Nico gave a salute and said "Got it."

There was a yawn and everyone noticed that Dante finally woke up. "Guys, watch out, there's a scary monster hiding somewhere! Vergil hold me!" He then clung onto his elder brother. "ABSOLUTELY NOT! Dante what's gotten into you!?" He then turned to Nico. "You. Speak now woman!" Nico stretched her arms outs awkwardly. "Okay but before I tell you, you have to promise not to get mad!" The room was silent. "Okay, Okay. I was hangin' with yer' bro last night and things got a little... shall we say out of hand?" Nero raised a brow. "What do you mean?" She sighed. I may or may not have dared him to do whippets and then chug five bottles of bleach." Nero snapped. "NICO, WHAT THE HELL!"

"YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T GET MAD!" Nero smashed his fist into the wall. "I NEVER SAID THAT AND WHY DID YOU THINK IT WAS OKAY TO GET MY UNCLE TO AGREE TO THAT!" Nico stood up. "I CAN'T HELP IT! HE'S THE COOL DAD I NEVER HAD!" Vergil face palmed. "Jesus Christ Nero, what is so wrong with you that you feel the need to associate with these people?" Nico was about to throw the frying pan at Vergil's face until Nero intervened. "Guys, we need to take care of Dante until the poison wears off. Can you do that for me?"

Nero was setting up the VCR while Nico went outside for a smoke break. Vergil had awkwardly embraced his brother in the hopes that it would help calm him down. "Jeez doesn't he have any g rated movies? Most of these are just horror or porn. Some of them being both." Nero said with disgust. "Just find something. I'm not sure how much longer I can take this!" His son just laughed. "Would it kill you to show him some affection dad? Anyway I think I found something. There's no Disney tapes but it's g rated and has cartoon animals." "Just put it on then!" his father groaned.

Everything was peaceful for a while until Nico heard a scream come from inside. "What's wrong!?" It turns out that the movie Nero put on was watership down. Dante was muttering something about rabbits and sobbing into Vergil's shoulder. Nico offered to go to the video store to pick up a tape and maybe some pizza. "How about bambi-" "NO!" Nero and Vergil screamed in unison.

She returned with some episodes of Sesame Street. Dante had managed to calm down and was now nibbling on some pizza. "Look Dante. Elmos red, just like your coat!" Nero was trying his best to cheer his uncle up. "Yeah.." he giggled. "Red is always better than blue, isn't that right Vergil? His favorite was always Grover because they're both book nerds." Vergil grit his teeth. "Dante..." "What kid even likes Grover anyway? Elmo is where it's at, I mean look at all the toys the fucker gets-" He looked down to see his brothers sword protruding from his ribcage. "I guess the fun's over then."

Nero grabbed his father by the coat "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?" Vergil just glanced towards his brother. "Evidentily he seems fine to me." Nero looked at Dante only to notice that Yamato was removed and his uncle was now poking his wound for fun. "Don't tell me he was acting this entire time..." Nero groaned. "Jackpot kiddo. I had to get your friend back for last night. I don't think she'll be causing trouble anytime soon."

"And what about Vergil?" His uncle grinned. "C'mon, you know he would never hug me under normal circumstances." His brother was equally annoyed now. "I hate you Dante." "Aww, I love you too bro, let's hug it out some more!" This quickly earned him multiple stabbings. Nero then exited the building. "Why can't I have a normal family for once in my life!?"

#shitpost #devil may cry #dmc dante #dmc vergil #dmc nico #dmc nero #crack fic

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popiacopia · 7 months

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Papa! I think I found Guilia! She was hiding in my bag, she must have climbed in there after my last visit! I'm so sorry, I should've checked!

[Brother Nico held the sandy colored rat carefully, clearly frazzled himself.]

@from-the-pinnacle

[Copia blinked in shock, and then immediately burst into relieved babbling.]

OH! My BABY!

[He grabbed Giulia protectively in his hands, cradling her close to his chest.]

You terrible, terrible girl, I am so glad you are alright. I cannot BELIEVE you would sneak out like this, sei un terrore, you could have been HURT–

[Giulia looked entirely unfazed by the whole thing– she simply let her bottom half dangle in the air as Copia held her front half in one hand. Copia made exaggerated kissing noises as he pecked her tiny head over and over, leaving little black marks on her fur. Giulia just let it happen as Copia made his way over to the rat cage.]

You cannot just leave, se mai te ne andrai di nuovo così, morirò di paura. You are a lucky, lucky girl.

[He placed her in the cage and Giulia returned to her siblings as if she had never left in the first place, crawling into a hammock with them and promptly falling asleep. Copia whirled around to look at Nico. In all his commotion, he had completely forgotten to even acknowledge he was there.]

And you, Nico! Oh, I cannot thank you enough. I am so sorry she snuck into your rooms– she has never done anything like this before. I don’t know why she decided to get in your bag, oh, I can’t believe this…

[Copia took a deep breath and clasped Nico’s hands in his own, giving them a tender kiss. His voice wobbled ever so slightly as he quietly spoke.]

You don’t know how much this means, how much you helped me. I was so afraid for her, so worried that there was nothing I could do, my darling–

[He murmured against Nico’s hand, placing another kiss on his knuckles.]

Thank you.

#popiacopia #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #ask blog #rp blog

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damiphantom · 1 year

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Will and Nico GodSwap AU (Warning: Long Post)

Warning, this is a long post. Okay, so I came up with this GodSwap AU with Nico and Will, but with a twist. Will would be a child of Hades, but everyone accepts and adores him, while everyone is scared and ostracizes the child of Apollo Nico because of his plague powers.

For this AU, The Great Prophecy involves a child of Apollo. The prophecy Oracle Delphi foretold involves the rise or fall of Olympus by a demigod child of the Big Three and Apollo’s if born with the plague. Everything about Nico and Bianca Di Angelo’s past is the same (born in the 30s, raised in the Lotus Casino, Zeus struck down their mother), the only difference is Apollo puts them in the Lotus Casino. Neither of their memories are wiped, so the kids are often confused by the change of time when they leave the Lotus.

Apollo convinced Zeus, he killed Nico and Bianca when he struck Maria, and that one of them had the plague power, making his end of the prophecy impossible to accomplish. All the Olympians agree, allowing Apollo to continue having other children.

When Bianca and Nico are taken from Westover Hall by Percy and friends, and accompany Apollo on his chariot, Apollo pretends not to know them and doesn’t claim them in order to protect them from Zeus.

Bianca still joins the Hunters, and Nico is left at camp when the others go to rescue Annabeth and Artemis. Of course, without being claimed, Nico is stuck in the Hermes cabin. Then something strange starts happening around camp. Slowly but surely, a lot of rats start appearing around the camp and soon campers started getting sick.

Now onto Will Solace’s backstory:

Will is still born and raised in modern time and knew he was a demigod from a young age. Hades would frequently visit Will and Naomi, but he doesn’t claim Will to protect him (same reason as Apollo). Hades taught Will how to Shadow travel and trained him in using a Stygian Iron. When monsters started noticing Will, Hades informed his son that he will have to go to Camp Half-Blood, but to keep his identity as the son of Hades a secret. So Will attends the camp as an unclaim in the Hermes cabin, and actually arrives a month or two before Nico does.

Having a death sense, Will felt an odd aura around Nico ever since he befriended the boy. At first, Will thought Nico was going to die soon, but soon Will understood that Nico was the holder of the plague and is essentially spreading the potential of death around him. Will decides to keep Nico’s secret because he was pretty sure Nico didn’t even know he had the plague.

To pacify the spread of the plague, Will helps out in the infirmary, since, as a child of Hades, he can diagnose a person’s sickness. This gave everyone the impression that Will was an unclaimed child of Apollo and was essentially taken under the Apollo cabin’s wing.

At one point, Will uses his powers to protect someone, revealing he was a child of Hades all this time, surprising everyone. Instead of everyone being scared of Will because of his parentage, everyone continues to like him because of his kindness and help in the infirmary.

When Percy comes back without Bianca, Nico lashes out, soon after his hands started getting glowing green and rats started appearing. That’s when everyone realizes Nico was the fated son of Apollo with the plague powers, and he was the cause of the recent flu outbreak in the camp. Just like in the books, Nico runs into the forest, but Will runs after him since he was immune to Nico’s plague.

Sadly, Will lost sight of Nico. With his death sense, Will knew Nico was still alive somewhere. So Will alternates between camp and shadow traveling around the world in order to find Nico. Later on, Will found out Nico (being a son of Apollo) can travel through light of any kind: moonlight, sunlight, artificial light (light bulbs, streetlight, lamps, fire light). Nico is the only child of Apollo who can Light Travel in that century.

So for the most part, Will was trying to track Nico down, while Nico was trying to avoid Will. Sometimes, they encounter each other, but Will could never convince Nico to come back and Nico just light travels away, restarting their cat and mouse chase.

Before Will and Nico’s identities were revealed, he and Nico were fast friends. Nico was the overly talkative one, while Will was the listener. It was Nico who befriended Will, because he often saw him alone. In actuality, Will liked being alone, it gave him time with his thoughts. Before coming to camp, people thought Will was the 'weird, quiet kid that wasn't frightened over macabre' stuff, but he actually just prefer staying in the background while other people take the spotlight. That all changed when Nico decided they were friends, but Will didn’t mind. He enjoyed listening to Nico speak enthusiastically about Mythomagic.

Many of the campers try to convince Will to stop pursuing Nico because he’s a lost cause and a danger to the camp, but Will ignores them because he genuinely likes Nico and misses him. It was only later on, Will realized he's in love with Nico.

Nico, on the other hand, came to hate Will, but from a very different reason than Percy. Nico still holds a grudge against Percy, because to Nico, Percy broke his promise about protecting Bianca (same as the books). Nico also developed this hero-worship crush for Percy (same as the books) and feels ashamed about it.

For Will, Nico was jealous how the camp accepted Will, but rejected him. Especially, the Apollo cabin since they practically adopted Will as their own, even though they're Nico's siblings. So Nico held a grudge against Will, too. Later on, when Nico understood his crush for Percy was just hero-worship, Nico would come to realize that Will was the only one who truly accepted him and wasn’t afraid of his plague powers since the beginning, and in turn, falls in love with Will.

I know I left out some key players (the seven) and events, but I hadn’t planned that much. Just know that Will would have a bigger role in the series since he’s the son of Hades now, but Nico would still maintain much of his storyline too (just need to rework it as a son of Apollo with plague powers).

I might make some small one-shots covering some moments on ao3. Also, feel free to take a crack at it, just promise to send me a link to your fic!

#nico di angelo #will solace #solangelo #percy jackson #pjo #pjo au #fic writing #hades pjo #apollo pjo #toa #hoo #ttc #Godswap

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Nico, however, seemed totally unbothered, moving towards what looked like a nurses’ station and looking through what was on top of the desk. Jason and Will followed him, though they were clearly far less enthusiastic. “What are you looking for?” Jason asked. Nico shrugged. “Nothing specific. But look,” he picked up an old, yellowed file that somehow seemed untouched, “some things are frozen in time. I like to see how things were before.” Jason nodded and watched Nico flip through the file before putting it back. He didn’t seem interested in much more there and decided to keep moving, turning down a hall and peering into the rooms they passed, Jason and Will following him more closely this time so they wouldn’t lose him again.

“Look at this,” Nico said, beckoning Jason and Will over to him. He was pointing the flashlight at some X-rays that were sitting on a side table. It was like whoever had been here before had left in a hurry. Or maybe they just didn’t care to clean up before they left. Will frowned and glanced at the sheets. He was well versed in reading X-rays at this point in his medical career. “What’s wrong with it?” Jason asked. Will shrugged. Even if he was good, it was too dark to tell. He relayed as much back to the other two. “Still cool to see. Wonder what happened here. It seems like everyone just…up and left,” Nico said. Will was inclined to agree. “Maybe they just weren’t making enough money anymore and once the money ran out, so did everyone else,” Jason offered. It was a likely explanation. New York was notorious for poorly managed businesses. Still, it was a bit unnerving to think about how you could suddenly just be out of a job one day. A scratching sound from the next room over caught Nico’s attention, and he froze for a second. Once they heard it again, Nico took off, just as Will was about to say its likely cause was probably a rat.

#asks #mini fic 9

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For whumptober I’d love to read no 9 “a very noisy night” maybe some multiverse shenanigans in a cave or house that is definitely fucking haunted and everybody has to watch out for each other…getting together/admitting feelings/caving to lust vibes…

Who’s everybody? Sambucky? Sambuckysteve? Sambucky and Joaquín and maybe Nico wasn’t supposed to be there but he is and things finally start to kindle with Joaquín? So many options…

Jules! I love this prompt (and I'd love to see your take on it! 👀) Nico thanks you for trying to move his love life along but he is unfortunately trapped by the narrative and usually his office.

I went possibly a little darker than you might've wanted. TW for body horror, blood, and gore by way of haunted house hallucinations. Samstevebucky with sambucky getting together.

AO3 // Rated M for violence // 12.4k words

Snippet: Haunted

Bucky used the bursts of lightning outside the dusty windows to guide himself back to the grand sitting room he’d left half an hour earlier. “There’s no way out,” he said. “This house is definitely haunted or bewitched or cursed or something. Congrats, Wilson. You walked us right into a trap.”

Sam’s hands stilled against Steve’s leg, where bloodied bandages were half changed. If there was exactly one thing that could drive his focus away from the wound in front of him, it was Bucky trying to start a fight. “You know what, Barnes? It was either come into the freaky house or drown outside while God knows what crawled into all the open bullet holes in your arm.”

Bucky looked down at his own bandages. There were only two holes in his arm and he’d stopped being able to feel them before they’d even seen the house, so he wasn’t particularly concerned with them. Not as much as he was the fact that all the doors and windows in this house kept moving or locking from the other side.

Steve, sprawled across a beautiful couch and half delirious with blood loss and a fever that had broken through his serum, mumbled an objection to the fight brewing in front of him. Something to the effect of ‘behave’ and probably ‘water.’ If there was one thing that could drive Bucky’s focus away from fighting with Sam, it was Steve being hurt.

“I’ll find some damp towels to cool him off,” he said and began his circuit of the house again. The house had multiple stories. Bucky had gotten freaked out after climbing one flight of stairs, so he hadn’t explored the other two (three?) but he assumed they were all the same. Maybe a bedroom became a sitting room, maybe there was an extra Jack-And-Jill, maybe none of it mattered at all because nothing in this awful place was permanent.

If it hadn’t been for the serum and all the work he’d put towards trusting his mind again, Bucky would’ve been content to believe he had misremembered the layout or stepped down a hallway he hadn’t noticed. At first, anyway. But every single room he walked into was different than what he’d seen walking down the wing in the first place. By the time he’d toured the whole house, he hadn’t felt confident in reporting anything back with any kind of finality other than that they were fucked until the front door opened for them.

But he could at least search for towels. There were bathrooms in this place.

For as creepy and haunted as the place was, the rooms were still lovely. Things were covered in dust and most of the lights didn’t work–flickering on when they wanted and snuffing out like a candle a moment later–but the furniture was soft and beautiful, there was a distinct lack of awful creaking in the floorboards, and there seemed to be no peeling or staining or warping of any part of the house. There were no holes for bugs and rats to pour out of. There were no claw marks from demonic forces being ripped into or from the world. There was no mold creeping forward along the walls, no shadowy reaching fingers peeling back the wallpaper. It was just a house that was doing its damndest to keep them inside.

Bucky still wasn’t sure what they’d been fighting. An ambush for sure. Hunting down rogue HYDRA labs was destined to blow up in their faces one of these days. But he had expected more of an explosion and less of a wounded romp through the woods and the rain to a haunted house. He certainly hadn’t expected the magic. Everything about the misadventure had been magic. The sudden storm. The monsters in the water. The house. Everything but the bullets, it seemed.

Bucky knew more about HYDRA and the occult from the 40s than he did from his time as the Winter Soldier. If the occult had remained a priority for fascists, they kept it far from their human weapon. He knew Schimdt had been fucking around with the occult, had called the Cube occult. There’d been rumors of a whole fleet of magic soldiers, scientists who were more like magicians. Supposedly they had raised the devil in Scotland.

Other than Schimdt ripping his face off, Bucky hadn’t seen any of it in action. The Cube had been explained to him through Space-Magic means (which was apparently different than the occult), but he hadn’t seen much of that either anyway. Strange and Maximoff were not occult. Aliens were aliens. Science was science. The word, and all the fear it brought with it, had been edged out in his mind by more pressing threats.

But now they were trapped in a haunted house and who knew how many HYDRA magicians were outside conjuring weird lamprey-like creatures to eat them when they finally got a door unlocked. Bucky was kind of hedging his bets on the haunted house, actually.

And he was hedging his bets on Steve. He had to find some towels to get Steve through his fever. This was very old hat for him. Still, he hadn’t shaken the terror that had clawed at his chest when Sam had said Steve was running hot and getting hotter. “He’s not going to die, is he?” Bucky had asked, sounding for all the world like he was fourteen again, listening to a priest offer Mrs. Rogers condolences after another bout of last rites. He’d been just as frozen to the spot, staring at his best friend and begging for just a little more time.

It had only been Sam’s steady gaze, voice, and touch that had reeled him back in. “No, he’ll be fine,” Sam had assured, like anything else was so far out of the question it was laughable. “But we don’t have time to wait for it to break on its own.”

If Bucky was being honest, he was hedging his bets on Sam too. Sam, who was confident and smart and sure under pressure. If anyone could think them out of this situation while Steve’s body tried to cook his brain again, Sam could do it. His wings were grounded, but that didn’t make Bucky any less sure of him. The wings had never been what made Sam special. They just gave him something extra to work with.

Ugh, God, this house was fucking with Bucky’s head.

#sambucky #samstevebucky #Sam wilson #Bucky barnes #Steve Rogers #captain america #the falcon and the winter soldier #writing #i answer things #whumptober2022 #whumptober

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