#*jason is immediately sliced with a sword*

[picturefirelizards]

what happened between jason and talia in the lost days comic is icky and i choose to believe it did not happen BUT my god could you imagine the annoying big brother material he'd get out of it. jason would drive damien up the fucking wall. imagine the your mom jokes. he'd never leave him alone

#'hey demon brat don't be mean i could be your step dad' #*jason is immediately sliced with a sword* #alternatively he'd never tell him #but i think poor damien would be so disgusted #jason would find it hilarious #bruce however should be appalled #and probs hunt talia down for it #anyway #this has been 2am jason todd thoughts with amy #i have a lot of jason todd thoughts at 2am #amy speaks #jason todd #talia al ghul #batman #red hood #bats

[happyk44]

Jason doesn't like to impose orders onto the enemy. He can feel it chip away at the composure he has to keep himself ethical and moral every time he has no choice but to do it. Luckily he's a swift fighter. A natural killer some would even say. As sharp toothed as the wolves, and as blindingly fast as lightning slamming down from the sky.

Still those moments appear - pinned down and cornered, with too much risk to the others around him to manage away. Held in small numbers against an onslaught of too many speeding hundreds. It's never as hard as it should be. His voice carries on blistering winds to ears and minds and twists with even-toned militaristic demand. There's a sick fascination in the aftermath - people fighting their comrades into bloodied piles, enemies slicing themselves to dust, a serene stiffness to hold still and let themselves be eliminated without so much as a cry.

He tries not to smile, to look pleased. He did once and the others whispered frantic when they came back. Words spread. Stories were told. People hastened themselves to fall in line with his wants for weeks. It was different from the way they acted when he licked blood of his mouth with a wide-toothed grin - that had been steeled up panic, gripped hilts and careful words. This is acquiescence as immediate as it can occur. Apologies when it cannot.

If this is what it means to be king, he does not understand why it something men have fought to maintain. Why his father holds his crown so tight. Obedience is a blessing, but this is far beyond that. Followed orders are key in battle, but stumbling fast to hand it over when requesting salt is significantly less so.

Jason is a prince and a wolf, but he is a soldier like the rest of them, and unwilling servitude does not befit him. Slavery makes no sense in the heat of his mind. The logic behind it is well understood. But the need, the desire - he'll never get it, and does not want it anywhere near him.

The weeks require held teeth, careful rewording. Reyna is solace. As is Dakota. The only two people who do not fear the power in his veins and do not fall to their knees when he shows it. Still he doesn't smile near them in the pleasure of the kill, in the warmth of demanded suicide splashing blood across his face. And he holds his mouth tightly clamped when it salivates authoritative rules to follow, choosing sword and shield over lightning and order.

Better safe than sorry, to be wanted and accepted than yet again the lone wolf.

#law and order jason tumbling through my brain again #happy talks pjo #jason grace

[bewitched-forest]

The Rebirth of Tim Drake - Ch 1

Tim gets turned into a halfa after an incident with a newly spawned Lazarus Pit, electricity, and Ra's Al Ghul. When he awakens, he finds himself in the Ghost Zone. Taken to fellow Halfa, Danny Fenton, he travels to Amity Park where he learns with the help of Danny and his friends just what he has become. And how being a Halfa has made him one of the most hunted beings in the world.

[Ao3 Link Here]

} ~ – ~ {

Red Robin panted back and knees aching as he crawled through the ventilation. It was big enough for him, thankfully, but he’d been crawling for five minutes now.

Tim thought back to what had gotten him into this position. Batman had received word a week back that a new Lazarus Pit had formed on the surface, and that Ra’s Al Ghul was already attempting to take control to convert it for his uses. They had gathered their intel, figured out the location, before planning an infiltration.

Which led to now. Red looked through a grate, smiling as he finally noticed a surveillance room. Carefully, he pries open the grate, setting it gently off to the side. Peeking his head out, he takes a look around the room. Lucky him, only one security guard was inside.

Carefully, Red slided out feet first first, landing softly on the ground. He snuck up behind the security man at his desk, pulling out a tranquilizer and injecting it into the man’s neck. He backed up, watching the man stumble to his feet before flopping onto the floor like a potato sack. Red Robin wasted no time, dashing forward and turning off the security measures, including the cameras.

He reached up, turning on his comm. “Mission accomplished. Security is offline.” Tim doesn’t wait for the reply as he lifts the man, depositing him in his chair and facing him back toward the computers. He jumped for the vent, pulling himself inside and replacing the vent grate.

He continued crawling along the vent, listening to the messages traversing through the comms.

“Robin, what’s your status on locating Ra’s?” asked Batman.

Even now, Red can’t help but prickle at the name. He wonders if Jason or Dick ever did too, since the name was once theirs.

“Negative. I still haven’t located Grandfather,” replied Damian.

“Everyone keep looking. We find Ra’s, we find the pit so we can close it.”

Gun shots sound, causing Tim to snort. Seems Jason must’ve gotten himself into something.

“Hood! Report!” says Batman.

“I’m fine! Don’t need to get your cape in a twist! No Ra’s here!” replied Hood hurriedly. You could hear the gunshots echo past his voice over the comms.

Tim peered through a vent grate, eyes widening as he saw a green robe. He scoots back out of sight before pressing his comm. “I think I found Ra’s. Sending you my location now.” Tim opens up his wrist computer, typing in his coordinates and sending them to Oracle to distribute.

“Got it. Everyone en route to Red’s location,” says Batman.

Red waited for minutes before hearing the fight break out in the room. He kicks out the grate, dropping into the room and deploying his Bo staff. Immediately he jumps into the fight, taking down people left and right. Tim can hear his family shouting around, though he elects to focus on the fight.

He spots the Lazarus Pit, and after glancing around to see everyone occupied, he vaults over one of the assassins and makes his mad dash for the pit, grabbing the chemical bomb Batman made to close the pit.

“Red Robin!” shouts Nightwing shrilly.

Red whirls around just as Ra’s slices down with his katana. The blade cuts cleanly across Red’s chest, causing him to stumble. Slipping on the edge of the pit, he drops inside, the bomb being thrown from his hand.

Immediately, the wound starts to tingle and Tim’s throat burns from swallowing the lazarus waters. As Tim kicks towards the surface, he can see a light flash above the water. Just as Tim is about to break his hand through, the water turns into fire.

Everything burns! It’s like his very molecules are being torn apart, clawed away by something sharper than the sword that had cut him earlier. It hurts. Tim barely can think to liken it to the tasers before the pain whisks away all thought from his brain.

The world turns numb. Somewhere in the back of his head, Tim knows he’s still in pain. Still being burned and torn alive. But it's as though he is far away from his body. It's almost peaceful.

No. NO. Peace! He’s not supposed to have peace right now! He’s supposed to be fighting. To be making it back to his family. To protect the world from Ra’s Al Ghul and his lazarus pits.

The world snaps back into focus, the pain returning ten fold. Tim struggles against the currents, barely even registering that there shouldn’t be any. He kicks and claws for the surface, desperate to get out, to get back to his family. To get back to his life. But already Tim can see the black crawling across his eyes. And just as Tim feels he’s about to make it, the darkness swallows him whole.

} ~ – ~ {

Tim woke with a groan, rolling onto his side to push himself up. He felt like he had gotten tased with the power of the bat signal. He could feel his body spasming, protesting the act of trying to get up. His head spun violently. Probably would’ve vomited if he had anything in his stomach.

Tim forced his eyes open, looking around at the world. His attention snapped into focus as he realized that he was not in the compound. Beneath his hands, the dirt was an ashy grey. Around him, stood jungle plants in various shades of blue and purple. Looking up led to his eyes widening as he saw a swirling green sky and floating islands.

Tim was pretty sure he wasn’t even on Earth anymore.

“Who are you?” boomed a voice behind him. Tim stumbled to his feet, whirling around. 

His jaw dropped as he saw the metal man floating in the air. The man was massive, even bigger than Jason. He had electric green hair and dark eyes. And, as Tim realized, a bazooka aimed right at him.

Tim decided to deal with the fact the man glowed later. He ran, just straight bolted into the forest behind.

“Ah a hunt! I shall catch you quickly, squirt!” shouted the metal man.

Tim ignored him, opting to run. Though, Tim should’ve figured that the guy having been floating showed that was a stupid move. Within seconds, Tim was getting shot at. He stumbled to a stop as he reached a cliff's edge, looking down proving an endless drop. 

A shot right at his feet, had other plans for him though.

He fell, closing his eyes shut on instinct. When he didn’t feel the wind whipping past him, indicative of dropping to his death, Tim cracked his eyes open.

They blew wide as he realized was floating, his arms waving around wildly. He flipped over himself, as a result and he looked over at the now upside down metal man looking at him. The man lowered his bazooka, clearly as confused as Tim was.

The man didn’t get a chance to say anything because suddenly Tim was getting bodied, a small green glowing ball of fluff barreling right into him. Tim groaned, as he watched the ball unfold into a puppy.

The puppy tilted his head at Tim before looking over his shoulder. Tim barely had time to react before the floating dog jumped, snatching up his cape and dragging him. Tim tried to yank the cape away, before realizing that he was still in mid air. 

His eyes widened as he finally processed another few new details. For one, his cape was white. His gloves too! What?! Tim knew for a fact he was in his Red Robin suit before he passed out. But he had absolutely no white.

An eager, but muffled bark called Tim to look away, eyes widened as he got slammed into a snowbank by the bounding dog. And once more, Tim was swallowed up in black.

#the rebirth of tim drake #batman #danny phantom #batman x danny phantom #dp x dc #tim drake x danny fenton #tim drake #red robin #halfa tim drake #halfa tim drake au #joker jr is canon #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff

[apomaro-mellow]

Ep 3

The Caricature Car

Lucas let out a shudder as they exited a door and came to the outside of the car. "Can we take a moment to look around before falling headfirst into something? That was the grossest thing I've ever experienced."

"I tripped", Steve rolled his eyes. "And it wasn't that bad."

"Not that bad?!", Lucas' eyes bugged out.

"Didn't realize you had such an aversion to jello", Eddie grinned.

"That was not jello, that was aspic. Which is just one of the many crimes your people have to eventually answer for", Lucas said while walking the bridge between the cars.

"Who's people do you think he means?", Steve asked.

Eddie patted his shoulder. "I'm gonna wager he's bemoaning the cuisine that many suburban white moms seem to favor. The fact you didn't flinch at beef suspended in gelatin tells a lot about you."

Lucas got to the next door first. "Just watch your step next time."

He opened the door and immediately walked through a scanner. Lucas groaned at his luck while Steve let out a big and smug 'Ha!'.

"What sort of contraption be this?", Chadwick walked in next, but moved around the scanner, as did Steve and Eddie.

All four of them watched in awe as a giant printer sounded and a paper flew from the output. It fluttered until it landed right in front of Lucas. A life size drawing of him with exaggerated features.

"Hey, it's like one of those things you get at an amusement park", Steve snapped his fingers in recognition.

"Honestly not the worst thing to walk into", Eddie put his hands in his pockets as he leaned in to take a closer look at the drawing.

"What are you looking at, freak?", the drawing said, making Eddie jump back, nearly into Steve's chest.

"What the...?", Lucas took a step back.

The drawing stepped off the paper and Chadwick drew his sword. "Stand back, villain!"

"What's he supposed to be? The Tin Man?", Caricature-Lucas said with a sneer.

"Wow, it's like looking at twins", Steve said sarcastically.

"You're taking this so well, it's almost attractive", Eddie said.

Steve would've replied with something he hoped to be clever, but he was caught on Eddie's words.

"Okay, granted, this is probably just as weird as everything else we've seen, but it's still majorly MESSED UP!", Lucas shouted.

Chadwick began to panic. "What evil! I can't tell which is which!"

"Oh give me a break", Lucas groaned and started to walk. The door to the other side wasn't far. It was visible in the distance. Caricature-Lucas followed.

"Why am I going along with these two? A has been and a wannabe?"

Eddie leaned over to Steve. "Am I the has been or the wannabe?"

"Is either good?", Steve asked, tolerating the drawing because surely they'd be able to leave it once they left the car. Then again, Chadwick was able to come with them.

"Steve and Eddie are my friends", Lucas said. "And you don't look anything like me!"

"You're friends with them? I thought the whole reason we joined the team was so we'd stop being bullied. Isn't that why we're doing the basketball camp?", Caricature-Lucas pressed. His paper limbs make crinkly sounds as he walked.

"He's doing the camp because he wants to get better at his game, right Lucas?", Steve said coming up beside him.

"Yeah, I do...But what if getting better means I turn into that?", he asked while gesturing to his paper self.

"I'm what you wanna be", Caricature-Lucas stood in front of him, blocking his way. "Jason was crazy in the end, but you looked up to him. He has everything you want."

"Not everything. And I didn't want to be anything like him."

"Good as basketball, popular, he was able to get the whole town to rally behind him. If you stood up in a crowd and tried that, I don't even think your friends would get behind you."

"Hey, back off", Steve said, pushing the drawing. It felt exactly like shoving paper, ineffective.

Caricature-Lucas continued. "I bet if Jason had shot you that night-"

Eddie roared and took Chadwick's knife, slicing through Caricature-Lucas. Steve took one of the halves and started ripping it into even tinier pieces.

"Fuck that guy", Eddie spit on the lifeless shreds. Then he turned to Chadwick with a low bow. "My apologies for taking your blade without permission.

"None taken, Sir Eddie. I only wish my own hand had been much quicker. How dare he question Sir Lucas' honor and worth?"

"You guys...just ripped me to pieces", Lucas said, looking at what had been himself, all over the ground.

"Lucas, that wasn't you", Steve said. "It was literally a caricature."

"Yeah and a bad one", Eddie added. "Your ears aren't that big. Now if it was my talented hand, I would bring the attention to your strong brow and perfect row of teeth, but that's just me. We can't all be skilled artists."

"Skilled artist my ass, I've seen your doodles", Steve said, stepping over the shreds, towards the door.

"You wound me, good sir!", Eddie exclaimed.

Lucas watched as his number dropped and let out a sigh like a weight had been lifted up from him. He followed behind the two and Chadwick brought up the rear.

Steve’s number: 159

Eddie’s number: 257

Lucas’ number: 25

Next Episode: The Introductions Car

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@affablevixen

[roseworth]

what do you think of the rhato webtoon so far?

tbh! more than anything i think its just kinda boring.

i dont think the jason characterization is TOO terrible. i hated the "bad robin" stuff they were doing in the first few issues but they havent really brought it up since so whatever. honestly the plot immediately leaves my brain right after i finish reading it so maybe im misremembering this but?? they took the job to get the idol from just some guy and didnt ask any questions,,, including when martian manhunter tried to get it back,,,,,, idk! like babygirl you know better than this what r u doing!!! it seemed very odd to me that the fact that a justice league member was trying to stop them from taking this "family heirloom" wasnt an immediate red flag

as far as artemis and bizarro go its kinda eh. i hate hate hate how artemis's face is drawn, it looks too yassified to me. also she had some kind of she ra moment in one of the eps which felt very weird. i dont read a lot of artemis content so i cant rly say whether or not shes being written in character. shes a lot like she was in rhato 2016 and i liked her in that so! sure! but bizarro-wise ive mentioned this before but. the opposite talking gets old FAST. the one (1) thing i will give lobdell credit for is that he knew biz was gonna be a recurring character so he didnt do all that because it def gets annoying

anyways. aside from me being picky, overall its just kinda boring. the plot isnt very interesting and it feels like even when things happen, nothing is rly happening ??? idk. i think that webtoons are one of the worst ways to tell an actual story. like wfa works because its just a little slice of life thing and it shouldnt be taken seriously, so the webtoon is a nice format for that. but when rhato is trying to like. Tell A Story it doesnt really work to tell it in a webtoon

but i do like things about it! i think there are fun moments! i rly liked the ep where jason could tell that someone had replaced artemis because he knew exactly how she drew her sword :) that one was a nice one that stuck out to me. i also still think the art is very pretty even though they do artemis dirty

tldr: its fine, there are things i like about it and i have no strong moral objections to it, but its mostly just not very interesting

#one thing that annoys me is that every time another batfam member is mentioned #all the comments are '😍😍OMG BATFAM!!!!' #like the one time jason said something about how dick made a comment about his sleeves or whatever #every single comment was 'OMG DICK!!! ROFL 🤪' #u guys are insufferable. and i say this as an insufferable person :( #red hood: outlaws #dc #also as much as i complain about bizarro's opposite talking thing #it did make me laugh a lil in the most recent issue #where everyone was getting attacked by martians that looked like themselves #and they were saying things to tear them down and all #and all of bizarros were saying 'YOURE THE BEST!' 'EVERYONE LOVES YOU!!!' #and bizarro going NOOOOOO :( #maybe i am easily entertained by dumb things

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#Onthisday: Sept 21st, 2014

Title: Jason's Phases

Well, I'm ran out of ideas for this day. So, you'll meet Jason's other Extreme armors (Normal & Combat Phase), someday. But now, I decided to skip, and I'll introduced to you his two Extreme armor phases. 🐶🤖

Extreme Jason type Leos Agios Phase Based on the real: Extreme Gundam type Leos Agios Phase [CLICK ME!]

Info:

• An Assault configuration developed from Strike Freedom Spot/Murumo. Equipped with this Armor Pack, the Type Leos bears a striking resemblance to Spot’s Strike Freedom armor, both in terms of its wings' structure and its remote weapons, which even mirrors the Freedom's own 8 Super DRAGOON Pods.

Armament(s):

• Beam Sabers The unit's standard close combat armaments. The beam sabers presumably have an high output, allowing them to slice a mobile suit in half. Leos has also been seen combining the two sabers together to form a larger beam sword for greater cutting power.

• Long Beam Rifle The unit's standard long ranged armament, which can hold up to several shots and can adjust its power output when necessary. At higher outputs, the rifle's beam shots produce a sparkling trail.

• Shield The unit were equipped with an standard shield and it was used to defend itself against vulcan fire and missile attacks.

• Agios Funnels Developed from Strike Freedom Spot’s/Murumo’s Super DRAGOON Pods, this remote controlled weaponry were equipped on the wings of the suit. When deployed, Leos uses his thoughts to guide the funnels to attack its opponents using specialized beam guns. In Extreme Evolution, the Agios Funnels can instantly warp in the immediate vicinity of a targeted foe when deployed, dramatically increasing their potential. They can also form a temporary barrier, group together to fire larger beams or overload circuits, momentarily stunning the target. Additionally, the funnels themselves can combine together to form a large sword called Sacred Sword and slash targets with their bladed edges.

Special Feature(s):

• Extreme Evolution A new system integrated into the Extreme Jason’s frame that draws out the true power of the phases. When used with the Agios, it causes the wings, the chest and skirt armor to glow. The wings themselves can now be deployed and give off a sparkling effect similar to the Freedom Spot's/Murumo's HiMAT wings. The beam rifle's shots also possess a similar property as well. Lastly, the Agios Funnels' power is fully developed, gaining the ability to teleport and group together for a multitude of purposes.

Extreme Jason type Leos Eclipse Phase Based on the real: Extreme Gundam Type Leos Eclipse Phase [CLICK ME!]

Info:

• Extreme Jason Type Leos Eclipse Phase was developed from the data of Wing Pocoyo. On this configuration, the shoulders of the unit were slightly modified and equipped with various long ranged weaponry. It also gained new system ability for the Extreme Jason Type Leos called Burst Mode, which allows it to amplify the weapon's firepower. The initial downside however is that the unit can't be used for close combat.

• Being a long ranged unit, the Eclipse Phase is equipped with two Variable Psycho Rifles, which can fire beam shots, two Blaster Cannons, Eclipse Clusters and Carnage Strikers, the last two of which are available in Extreme Evolution. It is also armed with a jamming system that allows it to disrupt incoming missile blasts by destroying its targeting signal.

Armament(s):

• Variable Psycho Rifle Specialized beam rifles developed for the Eclipse Phase, which is developed from the Wing Zero Pocoyo's Twin Buster Rifle. While the rifles are capable of firing regular beam shots, they can also be combined into a configuration called Cross Buster for even more power.

• Blaster Cannon Equipped on both shoulders, they are powerful beam cannons that pivot towards the front.

• Missile Pod Located just above the hips, they can be fired while the Extreme Jason's hands are still carrying the Variable Psycho Rifles, effectively functioning as the CIWS or head vulcans found in traditional. In Extreme Evolution, the machine carries an infinite supply of them.

• Carnage Striker/Eclipse Cluster The artillery pack located on the back. This multi-purpose weapon has two identical shapes, but wildly different functions and weapons. The left one, the Eclipse Cluster, can be deployed as a micro missile salvo to bombard enemies. The right one, the Carnage Striker, unfolds into an extremely powerful long range beam cannon. It can also fire off a mobile black hole sphere which discharges a large explosion, stunning any mobile suits caught in the blast. Only available in Extreme Evolution.

Special Feature(s):

• Extreme Evolution A new system integrated into the Extreme Jason's frame that draws out the full power of the phases. When used for the Eclipse Phase, the components not only glow, but it also adds new weapons, the Carnage Striker and Eclipse Cluster, onto its back which possesses many of the same weapons as the Carnage Phase.

Jason Watterson, Jr. (Gumball OC) - owned by Estar99 (dA) Armors (Gundam EXA) - Gundam Series © Bandai Namco Filmworks/SUNRISE, Sotsu

[redjaybathood]

Jayslade (my first and only, inspired by a discussion in a Sladejay server and a convo I had with @d-xs). It was supposed to be NC-21 but as often happens, I ran out of steam during the setup.

Anyway:

If you wanted Jason to describe to you just how did he end up here, falling out of the highest floor in Titans Tower, bleeding from a stomach wound, with Slade Wilson in his arms... He can tell you, but it's not like it's a rare thing nowadays.

Well. It was a hell out of the first kiss, he can tell you that.

Probably the only thing that is making this different. And only time will tell if the butterflies in his stomach is a "good different" or a "sword wound, but extreme amount of dopamine released in his bloodstream fucking up with his pain perception".

It started when on his way to LA, he met with Talia. Unlike all the other times, she didn't come alone. Trouble followed her. Literal and figurative.

Figurative trouble came first, in the form of a six years old boy with a familiar scowl.

"And who might it be?" He said, completely unnecessary, save for him wanting to see how she would answer that one.

A sword tip pressed to his skin faster than he could move.

"Someone who can pierce your throat for the disrespect," the boy said.

Talia pressed a hand to the boy's shoulder.

"Someone who is on his way to meet his birth father, and so he should start to get used to the rules that are going to be expected from him. Damian, unsheathe the sword only as means of physical defense. Use your words otherwise."

The boy grumbled but put the sword back to its sheath on his back.

"Now, boys, lets get out of the open," Talia clapped her hands.

Jason made a half-bow, gesturing toward his car. Judging by the expression Damian made, he completely missed that it had been ironic.

Jason sighed. He could already tell that the little guy inherited the worst out of both parties involved in his conception.

"Why are you doing this?" He asked Talia after all of them had been seated and put belts on.

In case of Damian, it has been a kids car seat - which, now it made sense Talia asked for one to be installed when he picks them up in the airport. Damian had to put the sword down and right now it was just out of his reach. Jason couldn't help but chuckle - Damian noticed. Judging by his glare, he will remember it forever.

"Why am I bringing my son to meet his father?" Talia raised an eyebrow at him. "Indeed."

"You know what I have in store. You know it's not going to be a picnic for your Beloved. You really want to bring a kid into the mess?"

She waved her hand.

"As you assured me when you asked for my support, your plan ensures the city is to become safer, not more dangerous. Do you have second thoughts about your own tactics? You shouldn't follow through, then."

Jason shut up. If that's how she's going to play it, fine.

LA being what it is, soon enough they hit a traffic jam. He fiddled with radio. Drummed his hands on the wheel. Sneaked a look at Talia. She was immersed in something official-looking on her tablet. Jason only caught "Lexcorp" and "Offer".

He cranes his neck to check how the things were going in backseat.

Blue eyes immediately met his.

"So," Jason said. "What's your favorite book?"

A thump, and windshield broke, with pieces of glass inserting themselves into his back, just as he himself was flying to cover the boy and shoot the attacker. Talia's Kris managed to stop a blade from being embed in his side as he turned again.

In a blink of the eye, Talia was out of the car and Damian - out of his seat, shoving Jason to get at his sword and screwing up his aim. Jason still took out the first attacker, and he noticed Talia piercing the second. Damian hit the third one opening the car door and Jason shot him twice. Fourth and fifth jumped over the car and. The fifth one had been huge, with bulging veins and muscles, probably Venomised. Damian sliced his leg and he didn't even blink, bringing his fists on the boy's head. If Jason didn't tug him back, his scull would probably burst open as a walnut.

"What are you doing? Unhand me!"

Jason didn't listen though, sending a bullet into the Gargantua's chest, which did little more than knock him a few paces back.

Jason took a quick look around. There had been more assassins, crawling closer. Talia was fighting two, currently. She didn't tell her son to run, so probably she didn't see any way out except to fight till the last one, same as he. But, neither Jason saw how the little guy is going to fight them.

"Okay," he picked Damian up and swung him up, so Damian would sit on his neck. "This way you have a better reach to his neck. Let's work together, okay? I can't take him alone."

"I can," the boy said, but still, he listened.

Jason took a position back to back with Talia and continued making sure nobody could get to al Ghuls from his side closer than a bullet wound distance.

"So," Jason said, as the hostiles stopped coming and the police sirens were getting louder. "This is why you travel light."

"We need to leave the car," she inclined her head. Then she raised her hand and gently touched Damian on the wrist of his sword hand (kiddo was still sitting on Jason's neck, still dangling the sword precariously close to his face). "Are you alright, my love?"

"I wasn't afraid," Damian said immediately. "Todd chose to - I was helping him."

"I know, I saw you. You fought bravely, and I am sorry you had to fight at all. But I am asking if you're unharmed, and if you want me to take you down."

"No," Damian let go of Jason's head. "And yes, please."

Jason took the sword and Talia took her son. All of them took a retreat.

They made a pit-stop in a drug store, then Jason bought some clothes. Now, Jason was sporting bright red curls, Talia was looking gorgeous in a men suit and a hat, and Damian's sword was hidden from privy eyes in an elongated gift box.

They checked into a different hotel than Jason reserved. But that was the least of the inconveniences they were going to face now.

"So," Jason sipped orange juice.

They were sitting far away from the other restaurant patrons, and the architecture of the place ensured their voices wouldn't carry.

Talia didn't reply, though. She was carving Damian's meal into smaller pieces while the kid was looking at her with indulgence, as though she needed that far more than he did. He merely allowed it.

Based on how Damian was with his sword, maybe that's how it actually was.

Jason coughed and said louder.

"So!"

Talia sighed and gave the fork and knife back to Damian.

"Yes. Jason. Those were my father's men. Or hired by him in any case, thus allowing us to be attacked with so many witnesses, each of whom potentially could have recorded the incident and posted on social media. Which, in turn, would make it harder for us to reach our destination unnoticed. Or, keep your father from finding out you're alive."

"He really doesn't like me, does he," Jason pursed his lips.

What did he do? He didn't feel like he deserves that negativity yet.

"Grandfather said you're a blight upon the world," Damian said helpfully. "You coming back disrupted the natural order of things."

"Natural order?.. He is an immortal!.."

"Father is very much a mortal man, hence his reliance on the Lazarus's Pit. And he never was closer to feeling his mortality than when he caught up to the fact that I disobeyed his orders continuing to help you, and us, together, decimating his operatives around the world."

"He's not seriously butt-hurt I killed a child slaver, is he?"

"His issue was more with the poisoner. And my insubordination in general. He told me he was too lenient with me for too long," she rubbed her forehead. "And he can forgive a youthful folly, and he can forgive me taking pity on you once. Everything else required a proof of loyalty from me."

"Which was?.."

Talia pressed her lips together. Jason glanced quickly at Damian and back. She closed her eyes in response and when she opened them, there was nothing but determination.

"So, you're going to Gotham."

"I learned the way of Sword and Shadows from my mother," Damian said after he chewed a bite. Jason noticed he shoved carrots to the side. Good to see something of a normal kid in him. "And now I am going to learn the way of the Bat from my father."

"You know, I learned the way of the Bat already. I would rather do swords." Jason looked up at Talia. "Speaking of which. I guess the supply of masters is all dried out? Can you teach me?"

She wrinkled her nose.

"We teach the sword from the time a baby starts walking. I don't have patience going through the basics with someone like you."

Jason pressed a hand to his chest.

"I am a delightful student, I will have you know. No teacher of mine ever had a bad word to say, after."

He could tell she wanted to roll her eyes, but also she wanted to smile, so that was a win.

What Talia actually did, was to offer him a couple of option.

"I know a group of people in South Eastern Asia. But their sword style differs from mine, or most if what you will meet nowadays. It also includes a lot of introspection, suffice to say."

"Pass," Jason said.

"And the Terminator."

"Will he do it, though?"

"For a price. I can place a call, check out the price - but you will have to cone up with money this time."

"Don't worry," Jason said, mentally adjusting his plans. "I just know where to get it."

It's what he would have to do in any case. Jason getting outed was a big possibility. He can't step into Gotham - or, rather, let Bruce know he is back in town. Which meant no Red Hood, and no toying with food. It meant getting sneaky and flying under all kind of radars.

One part of the plan didn't change: Joker was going to be in LA tonight, and Jason was going to kill him.

The new spin on that plan was, Jason was going to rob him first.

#cleaning up my drafts

[isolenmlyswear69]

ℂ𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥

Jason Grace x Non-binary reader (it doesn’t specifically say child of ares but that was what I wanted it to be lol)

Warning: cursing,kissing ig nothing to heated tho, also shit grammar and no proofreading cause I’m lazy

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3rd point of view:

It started as a small bet, but that's always how it starts between y/n and percy, yn/ being competitive and percy matching their energy to the fullest. It was at breakfast when y/n overheard percy talking to annabeth, grover, and jason about how he was the “king of capture the flag”, and that peaked their interest, they stood collecting food and a little story listing to the conversation as best they could without being suspicious. Then they heard the words that made them snap,

“I could beat anyone here” he boasted, puffing out his chest, smiling widely at annabeth who simply tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear, rolling her eyes and going back to picking at her food. Jason smiling reassuringly at his friend even though he was sure that as good as Percy was, there was no way he could be the king to capture the flag. Y/n turned around marching to the table, locking eyes with percy, they skidded to a stop at his table turning their head sharply to percy, whos smile hasn't faded an inch, before sharply saying

“You must think your tough shit jackson, but i'll bet money that you wouldn't stand a chance up against my cabin even if you tried” the words dripped venomously off their lips and they leaned closer to percy's face daring him to to the bate, and boy did he

“I'll gladly kick your stuck up cabins ass any day” he growled smirk still in tack on his face and he leaned closer to y/n face. Annabeth sighed and continued eating her breakfast, having seen them do this ever since they met she had grown accustomed to the constant bickering and competition between them. Jason's sky blue eyes flicked between them, scared that all the sudden they would both be rolling around the floor screaming, and throwing punches at one another before he could step in and make it go away, it was hard though. He thought y/n was the most beautiful thing the gods ever put on the earth, but then agian percy was his friend and he didnt wanna betray him. While Jason was locked in though the two of them had been bickering back and forth about teams for the game, because getting the whole camp involved in warfare was always a great plan. `

“Done” they claimed in unison, before glaring at one another and bickering even more about who got to call out the cabins that were on their teams first, by the time the had final figured it out most of the campers had already finished their food and were working their way over to the weapons shead to gear up and getting their weapons. The duo made their way over grappling with each other and getting into a small shoving match before calling the cabin leader up to let them know what the sitch was. Jason slowly made his way up keeping his eyes trained on the side of y/n face, totally missing the words that were coming out of their mouth, his trance was finally broken when percy claps his hand on jason's shoulder saying something about being on the “winning team” which made jason figure he was on percy's team, the grabbed her armour and flipped his coin skillfully making a golden sword appear in his hand. Percy turned to him, giving him his signature smile that told you he had an idea,

“ I need you to take care of y/n, they are going to try and get the flag immediately so keep your eye on them and make sure you stop them! You got this!” he said patting jason on the back before logging away to inform the other cabins of their jobs, jason sighed this was going to be the death of him, if y/n even senses a opening in his guard she would take him faster then he could respond. He slowly made his way to the front of the pack where percy stood talking to one of the Stoll brothers, shuffling his feet faster to make sure he was next to percy before the Chrion started the games. When he reached the front his eyes met the blasing ones of y/n, they stood at the front of the group, with their handmade armour from their father, and their long sword planted lightly in the ground with their hand wrapped around the handel. Jason shook his head, no he had to focus, he couldn't think about the way they looked in their armour, or the way they smirked at him. Before he knew it the fight had begun and he already lost y/n.

“Shit shit shit shit” jason mumbled as he looked around trying desperately to find them before they disappear forever. Then he caught it, in the middle of all the fighting he caught a glimpse of their hair as the head disappeared into the crowd, he chased hastily after them, taking off above the crowd figuring it would be easier to follow them like that. He flew hastily after them as they sprinted further into his territory swearing around trees and taking out percy's guards along the way. Her feet came to a stop and jadon landed ten feet in front of her with a confident glint in his eyes and a stone cold expression on his face as he charged her taking the first swing, y/n did a simple blocking maneuver with their sword and sliced it back at him, they interlocked in a heated battle bothe cutting it a bit to close with bock and doges and pushing themselves to best the other on. The action was stopped suddenly when Jason swiped his sword under her legs causing her to fall back but she was determined not to go down alone grabbing the top of his armor dragging him down with her. They both breathing heavily jason in a push up position over her his face a side of their face, he slowly pushed himself up hovering over them taking in everything about them, and before he knew what he was doing he was leaning forward, lips centimeters apart eyes met in a heated gaze and before he could come back to reality, y/n leaned up pressing their lips against his roughly, teeth slightly clashing against one another, nose bumping into the other, y/n hand dragged into jason's short blonde hair fisting it up in her hand to pull him closer to them.

“Ehem” the sound ripped the air snapping both of them out of their trance and back to reality as they scramble up, eyes meeting a scowling green eed demigod standing in front of them.

“When i said get y/n, i didn't mean GET them” her grumbled out before shoving the other teams flag in y/n face and sticking his tough out at her. He beckoned for jason to follow him but before he could go y/n grabbed his arm leaning in close to his ear, breath tickling his ear making him shudder as they whispered,

“Come find me later” before letting him go and heading off in their own direction.

#percy jackson imagine #percabeth #percy jackon and the olympians #percy and annabeth #jason grace x reader #jason grace #piper mclean #nico de angelo #solangelo #imagine #fanfiction #camp jupiter #hero’s of olympus #hazel levesque #frank zhang #leo valdez #annabeth x piper #annabeth chase #percy and grover #will solace

[tabletoptrinketsbyjj]

Unique Weapons, 12: Blades, bludgeons and bows of all shapes, sizes and mysterious backgrounds. Heroes and villains across fiction can often be immediately recognized by their signature weapon, causing the weapon itself to be an iconic part of the character. From Perrin’s spiked half moon axe to Roland’s enormous sandalwood revolvers, the jedi’s lightsabers, Arya’s needle, Legolas’s bow, Wolfwood’s Punisher, Detritus’s Piecemaker, the bride’s katana, Bond’s Walther PPK, Robin Hood’s longbow, Jason’s machete or Indiana Jones’s whip, a weapon can even function as a physical manifestation of the character’s personality. None of these weapons are intensely magical in their own right but can serve as the physical basis for family heirlooms, legendary artifacts and magical or masterwork weapons. Alternatively they can be found as loot and become part of a PC’s distinctive appearance, allowing the player to become fully immersed in their character’s look and feel. —Note: Some entries call for the DM to “Roll a Random Weapon” which simply means that the DM can roll from the pregenerated lists on this blog or choose whatever weapon they feel would be appropriate for the situation.

A bronze dagger with twin straight blades each a foot in length. Despite its apparent great age it is still a masterwork of blacksmithing and is capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease. Knowledgeable PC’s will recognize the construction of the knife is identical to that used by a void cult who performed human sacrifice in an attempt to create an otherworldly entity known as the Outsider.

A beautifully crafted compound bow with a fitted handle and a curved staff that tightens smoothly.

A simple, solid-looking longsword with a plain hilt of cold metal scored with faint grooves for a good grip. The blade itself is rather dull but its edge has a cold and frosty glint and a single silver letter shines near the hilt. Despite its unsharpened edges the blade cuts through flesh and metal as if charmed to do so. The weapon never needs sharpening or maintenance and rests in a scabbard of weathered brown leather.

A large heavy crossbow built by ancient dwarven combat engineers. The weapon is powered by a system of clockwork gears and torsion springs. When not in use, it hums almost inaudibly and ticks reassuringly like a steady grandfather clock.

A longsword made of durable steel with a distinctive rippled pattern that never requires sharpening. The weapon feels heavier than it should be, as though it carries the weight of responsibility, duty and honour. The name of the sword is spelled out in raised letters along the grip, causing the wielder's palm to read “Oathkeeper” when held tightly.

A spiky and particularly cruel whip that can collapse into a small disk making it easy to conceal. Knowledgeable PC's will recognize it as a Lamia or Mayhenian Scourge and is the favourite weapon of the empire's secret service agents as a tool of covertness, intimidation and information extraction.

A longsword with a long thin, blade carrying a slight curve, its edge cruel enough to cut silence and make it scream.

A Random Weapon that when held, causes the wielder to hear discordant and wild music. While the chaotic rhythms pound in his ears he can see the true shape of the reality around him in all its harshness and dark truths.  

A spiked shield made from the horned skull of a great desert dinosaur.

A rapier with a thin, flexible, whiplike blade and a complicated basket hilt. Branded into the leather grip is the motto of a master swordsman; “I Am Fate's Sword. She Wields Me Cruelly.”

—Click Here for homebrew Masterwork Weapon Bonuses or Here for homebrew Minor Weapon Enchantments to give these objects even more personality and mechanical benefits.  

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—Or keep reading for 90 more weapons.

—Note: The previous 10 weapons are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A bronze dagger with twin straight blades each a foot in length. Despite its apparent great age it is still a masterwork of blacksmithing and is capable of slicing through flesh and bone with ease. Knowledgeable PC’s will recognize the construction of the knife is identical to that used by a void cult who performed human sacrifice in an attempt to create an otherworldly entity known as the Outsider.

A beautifully crafted compound bow with a fitted handle and a curved staff that tightens smoothly.

A simple, solid-looking longsword with a plain hilt of cold metal scored with faint grooves for a good grip. The blade itself is rather dull but its edge has a cold and frosty glint and a single silver letter shines near the hilt. Despite its unsharpened edges the blade cuts through flesh and metal as if charmed to do so. The weapon never needs sharpening or maintenance and rests in a scabbard of weathered brown leather.

A large heavy crossbow built by ancient dwarven combat engineers. The weapon is powered by a system of clockwork gears and torsion springs. When not in use, it hums almost inaudibly and ticks reassuringly like a steady grandfather clock.

A longsword made of durable steel with a distinctive rippled pattern that never requires sharpening. The weapon feels heavier than it should be, as though it carries the weight of responsibility, duty and honour. The name of the sword is spelled out in raised letters along the grip, causing the wielder's palm to read “Oathkeeper” when held tightly.

A spiky and particularly cruel whip that can collapse into a small disk making it easy to conceal. Knowledgeable PC's will recognize it as a Lamia or Mayhenian Scourge and is the favourite weapon of the empire's secret service agents as a tool of covertness, intimidation and information extraction.

A longsword with a long thin, blade carrying a slight curve, its edge cruel enough to cut silence and make it scream.

A Random Weapon that when held, causes the wielder to hear discordant and wild music. While the chaotic rhythms pound in his ears he can see the true shape of the reality around him in all its harshness and dark truths.  

A spiked shield made from the horned skull of a great desert dinosaur.

A rapier with a thin, flexible, whiplike blade and a complicated basket hilt. Branded into the leather grip is the motto of a master swordsman; “I Am Fate's Sword. She Wields Me Cruelly.”

A barbaric axe adorned with a crude markings and a skull. When in the presence of magic, a dark aura expands from the blade, trying to pull the arcane essence into it.

A bastard sword of unearthly beauty with patterns of silver inlay on a black blade. A spindle of green light emanates from an emerald set in the hilt.

A bastard sword with a slight curve, its handle is silvery and woven with very fine wire. The blade is made from a metal which was only found once, in a meteorite. It has a pearl in its pommel, which seems clear except for a small cloud that moves through it. When swung it always moves faster than the wielder intended, making it difficult to control.

A bastard sword with an elaborate hilt, that rests in a matte black, scabbard covered with rows of runic signs and symbols. The blade is pure silver and polished to a pure shine of mirror-like brightness. The sword and sheath are first found in an oblong packet of thickly wrapped sheep's skins fastened with a leather strap.

A battleaxe with a heavy blade that is notched and stained, with sharp, wicked curves. Small holes dot the blade near the handle and when the wielder swings the axe, air whistles through these spaces.

A beautifully decorated scimitar adorned with long red ribbons of silk that seem to move in accordance with the wielder's intentions. This impressive and distracting display makes it easier to strike enemies.

A black lacquered quiver containing two dozen crossbow bolts, all made from a fibrous mineral that shimmers like strands of polished silver. The unidentifiable material gleams and shimmers in the light, radiating all the colours of the rainbow.

A bloodstained longsword set with a blade composed of iron layered with bronze and is inscribed with the name Orckeeper. The hilt is wrapped in dull brown deer leather and ends in a sharp blade where a pommel would normally be.

A blowpipe with an ornate copper viper wrapping around the deep brown oaken pipe.

A braided rope quiver containing 5d8 arrows constructed from palm tree wood, gull feathers and tipped with shark teeth.

A broadsword with a thick, wide blade. The grip has a dark, swirly look to it, giving the aspect of a cosmic void. The crossguard has a hollow centre and a sharp diamond shape with pointed edges that matches its pommel. The rain guard is adorned with jewels that emanate with regality.

A bundle of carefully wrapped silk cloth that contains three skinny darts and a blowgun cleverly disguised as finely carved pipe.

A cestus (Gauntlet statistics) of blackened leather reinforced with strips of dark iron over the fingers and cruel spikes along the back of the hand and forearm.

A curved dagger with a hilt carved in the shape of a three-headed lion. Knowledgeable PC's will know that the lion hilt is the symbol of a wood elf family of high nobility.

A double edged longsword with a jewel encrusted hilt, crafted from a golden alloy.

A dagger made of volcanic glass with an ornate silver embossed ebony handle. It is wicked sharp but fragile if bludgeoned.

A cavalry sword (Scimitar statistics) that's simple, heavy and murderously well-sharpened.

A dagger set with a wavy blade with an ever so slight chromatic sheen to it.

A curved bastard sword with a slight red tint to it. The blade is serrated with cruel barbs. The black-red iron seems to pulse with an unnatural hunger.

A dagger that appears to be made entirely of ice, although it is not cold to the touch and does not melt in hot conditions. Snowflakes appear and disappear in a swirling cloud about the blade. When it is used in combat, the wielder’s skin takes on a bluish hue, as if he were suffering from frostbite, he suffers no ill effects from this condition and the colour fades a few minutes after releasing the weapon.

A burlap bundle enwrapping 11 javelins made of elm wood tipped with steel.

A longsword that appears to be carved from stone from afar but upon close inspection is simply raw iron that is pitted and craggy. An ancient Elven crown rune is stamped in gold at the seat of the blade, just above the quillons. Two black rainbow tourmalines are bound at each end of the quillons, while a red one is set into the pommel. When the longsword is used in combat, golden light crackles like lighting up and down the blade.

A decorative leather forearm guard with flowing scrollwork and golden lacing. A paired stiletto (Dagger statistics) that matches the armor’s aesthetics is sheathed on the underside of the armguard and is easily concealable.

A driftwood stick with a heavy seaweed rope suspending a heavy block of coral at the end. The object can be wielded as a crude but perfectly serviceable flail.

A fine greatsword bearing a blade of steel with a hilt wrapped in brown leather. The blade has been carbonized with a flat pine green paint to keep it from reflecting light except along the edges. The pommel contains a puny, well cut chrysoberyl. The tapered flat quillons are unremarkable, but the crossbar is stamped with the image of a ring, and a window. The sword rests in a scabbard of beaten silver.

A finely crafted longsword, set with a matte white blade and a hilt of polished silver and gold wire.

A finely ornamented hunting saber (Longsword statistics), perfectly suited for being on some noble's hip as they make a big show of bringing in a deer.

A gnomish contraption that’s half defence, half offence. The weapon is a large turtle shell that can be strapped to the wielder’s wrist, with a dagger like blade that juts out just longer and wider than the wielder’s open hand. The oddly designed spiked shield is particularly useful in cramped tunnels or warrens where swinging a weapon is difficult or outright impossible.

A greatsword that appears to be made of darkness, its shape is a tangible black void, outlined in a crimson streak which is the source of the blade's faint light. It crackles like lightning when drawn, and creates a sharp buzzing sound when swung, like that of an angry bee. Oddly, when the blade strikes a foe, there is no sound from the hit, despite the strength behind it. Visible on the weapon’s pommel of the blade is an elven glyph meaning "Magic".

A greatsword with a long but relatively thing blade. Along both flats of the blade, etched in elven are the words; "My mark is before me, I shall not waver"

A heavy crossbow with an inlay of polished and engraved staghorn featuring trophies of arms bearing designs similar to the coat of arms of the local nobility.

A greatsword, heavy and broad of blade, sharpened on both edges and coming to a blunt point. The blade is forged of one piece with the hilt from a mottled, tawny-bronze alloy and is shot through with silky black marbling along the length of the blade itself. The weapon possesses a simple grip of brown jasper plaques carved with indentations for curled fingers; its quillons are simple, heavy and swept back slightly, its pommel a heavy bronze ring bearing a tassel of tawny leather braids.

A heavy and hardened olive wood staff engrained with beautiful swirling, natural patterns.

A heavy mace that bears obvious hammer strikes, around which are floral designs.

A lacquered case containing a matching set of dueling rapiers that refuse to deal a killing blow. The individual swords are marked "His" and "Hers" in High Elven.

A lacquered wooden case containing 15 crossbow bolts made from ceramics with a unique spiral design. These partially hollow bolts, fragment upon impact, showering their targets in razor sharp shrapnel and blinding ceramic dust.

A lacquered wooden quiver containing two dozen slender, needle-like arrows designed to pierce cloth and leather armor, leaving deep, puncture wounds.

A large battleaxe of a dark grey metal. Its handle is wrapped with a grimy strip of leather which is stained by the blood of countless creatures.

A large scythe with a fleshy, dark red handle, and a blade made of a large jaw, lined with incisors.

A leather bundle containing 17 crossbow bolts with shafts of ash wood engraved with knotwork and fletching of gray feathers.

A light crossbow carved from lustrous ebony. The main body of the weapon shows a golden engraving of vine tendrils and leaves

A longsword forged from a single, solid piece of burnished steel, its craftsmanship is clearly elven in nature. The hilt is longer than normal and gently twisted, creating a good gripping surface. The sword is lacking in quillons or crossguard but does sport a distinctive large spherical "eye" placed at the top of the hilt between the blade and the hilt. The carved eye's pupil always faces outward, as if looking at its target, creating an eerie effect for its foes.

A light pick whose head is shaped like an ibis head with glassy black eyes. Painted along the haft are complex hieroglyphs that may speak to the history of the weapon's crafter.

A long handled, dwarven made warhammer with a striking head artfully designed to look like a ram-headed criosphinx.

A long-handled halberd with a narrow, razor- sharp blade and wickedly barbed tip that bears a faintly glowing, sickly green aura. The shaft is wrapped in dried skin peeled from the corpses of zombies. The faint odour of rotting eggs surrounds the wielder in combat.

A long, green steel spiked chain, with every third link bearing a small pair of red, razor sharp blades about a half inch long. A third of the length from either end is a leather-wrapped handle approximately a foot in length. Half foot long blades adorn the ends, themselves attached by six inch handles.

A longsword made of siderite steel, forged by dwarven machine forges, workmanship simple, but elegant. Its full length forty and a half inches, the blade, twenty seven and a quarter. Exquisitely balanced, the weight of the blade is exactly equal to weight of handle. The weight of the whole sword surely below forty ounces.

A longbow crafted from thick wood with carved stone at the tips and handle. The stonework is made of simple but elegant geometric pattern.

A longbow crafted of mahogany with a wingspan of 62 inches. The weapon has a perfectly poised grip, a smooth neck with laminated layers of woven wood, whale bones and tendons. The arch has an incredible lightness and is accurate to perfection. Although not too long, hiding in the composite is entwined a considerable distance of wire. Equipped with a silk-hemp string and velvet accurately stretched over the protruding handles 22 inches, gives the tension precisely 55 pounds of power.

A longspear made of dead wood, tipped with a cruel iron tip. A pair of long ribbons are tied near the top, seemingly made of orange leaves.

A longbow made of dark yew wood with a string obtained from the sinew of a wild bull.

A longsword with a hilt wrapped in ebony with steel rivets. The pommel is of “skullcrusher” shape, allowing its use as a bludgeon in a pinch. There are straight, square quillons at the crossbar, with a large ring protruding from one of the blade sides. Its scabbard is of coyote fur with oiled brown pigskin accents and steel trim.

A massive greataxe with a dark, obsidian blade and a handle of ivory that is six feet long. The axe head is held to the shaft by golden cord. The haft is covered with intricately carved images of the gods. Among the images displayed are Stronmaus smashing moons with his hammer, Hiatea slaying a 50-headed hydra with her flaming spear, and Iallanis joining the hands of Memnor and Karontor together.

A longsword with a simple grip made of olive wood and a brilliant bronze blade inlaid with electrum. Its curved guard resembles an ancient harp.

A particularly large and obtuse maul with a slightly curved spike on one end.

A perfectly functional Random Weapon that's slightly damp to the touch. Any cloth or leather parts of the weapon are replaced by lustrous fish scales and metal portions are instead crafted from seashells and worked as hard as any metal.

A pitch-black shortsword that is invisible in firelight.

A polished quarterstaff made from petrified redwood. The glossy sheen of the fossils displays its beautiful colouration of patches of blues, yellows and oranges with deep red veins running throughout the staff.    

A primitive dagger made by taking a human jawbone and inserting shards of obsidian in place of the teeth.

A primitively decorated blowgun made of fire blackened wood, with a wide mouthpiece made of hammered copper that never oxidizes due to a special coating that seems beyond the skills of the people who made the barrel.

A Random Melee Weapon that made from scales, talons and teeth shed by a dragon. Spaced out along the weapon's length are precious metals and gems from a dragon's hoard. The weapon grows slightly warm when within 50 feet of a dragon.

A Random Sword that is unusually long and thin, yet surprisingly strong. The handle is made of a yellowed ivory, in which an observer will notice small glyphs and sigils constantly fading in and out of sight.

A quarterstaff carved in the style of a totem pole with four wooden human figures in the fetal position stacked on top of each other, from top to bottom the human figures start large and get smaller.

A Random Sword whose surface is constantly melting and reforming into patterns filled with silently screaming faces, as if one for each person slain by the blade.

A rapier with a blade composed of steel alloyed with brass. The weapon’s hilt is wrapped in pebbled indigo deer leather. Its scabbard is of goat fur with brown suede accents and steel trim.

A Random Weapon of exquisite workmanship, decorated with abstract patterns and inlays.

A longsword of fine blue steel, hilted with a single cross-quillon and a plain, spherical polished knob pommel. Set in the heart of the tang, where the quillons meet just above the fine chain-wrapping of the grip, is a large cabochon-cut black sapphire.

A redwood lance whose tip is shaped like an elongated heart.

A Random Weapon that is half the weight of a normal example of its kind. The object is black and inscribed with spiders, webs and references of a spider queen.

A round shield about three feet across with a foot-long iron spike in the middle. The shield is made from two layers of wood with the grain of each layer at a right angle to the other layer increasing the strength of the shield. The wood is covered in a layer of decorated cowhide. The iron spike screws into a “puddle" of lead in the middle of the shield and can be unscrewed and placed in a sheath on the back of the shield when not in use.

A Random Weapon with pieces of bone and solidified ash seamlessly integrated into its form. The weapon vibrates slightly when a creature within 30 feet is dead or dying.

A rusty shortsword with a thin, unblemished section along the centre of the blade. Inscribing the surname of an extinct gnomish noble family on that section attunes the sword to its family, causing it to act as a bane weapon against that family line.

A sabre-like longsword with a narrow, slightly curved blade and almost nonexistent hand-guard. Its dark steel is inlaid with a mosaic of unpolished jet chips and raw rock crystal that date from a time before the written word.

A sacrificial dagger with a serrated blade set into a hilt made of human bone carved in the shape of a scorpion’s tail. After the weapon kills a living creature, a dark mist seeps from the dagger until the blood dries.

A scimitar of rather poor steel, honed to a keen edge with a guard of iron curved into rearing serpents. Its grip is of leather, dyed red that looks as though it was recently replaced.

A set of a dozen seemingly too heavy shuriken, strung on a twisted wire with an elaborate clasp in order to carry them.

A shortsword gilded with interesting metalwork and discrete patterning. The blade is coloured a dull silver and the hilt is a matte gold-bronze.

A shortbow made from the horn of a unicorn delicately split and fashioned by the fey.

A shortsword of the gladius style that is about as average as it gets. The leather grip is slightly worn but comfortable, the metal of the blade is neither dull nor shining, and the edge is adequately sharp. The weapon would look perfectly at home at the side of any rank and file soldier.

A sickle with a glowing white blade shaped like the moon, and an embellished navy blue hilt adorned with marble stars.

A simple pugio (Dagger statistics) which comes in a heavy scabbard made of bone, wood, and thin strips of metal. The blade is immaculately sharp and bright, but the scabbard looks as though an ox stomped on it.

A simply designed, light brown katar-style dagger, with a basic cross guard and an H shaped grip with a little bit of flair at the ends.

A six foot long trident with a handle of dark wood and three prongs of red iron.

A skillfully carved quarterstaff, each end carved in the likeness of a horned viper with hardened fangs. One half of the staff has been stained is a pale green, while the other has been stained is a deep black.

A slashing shortsword with a black, fire opal grip with an onyx gemstone abutting the back of the heft. Engraved in the heft are the maker's marks; the image of a lion and a tiger, one on each of the sides. The wide blade extends from a small guard and is made of the highest quality steel that doesn't rust or stain. The weapon tingles the hand while held, in a sensation neither pleasant nor painful. Its sheath is made of lapis lazuli, inlaid with specks of precious metals, depicting a starry sky, the natural lines of the material having been used in the imagery of a landscape under night sky.

A small steel boot-knife with a scrimshawed bone handle.

A steel greatclub wrapped in scaly yellow shocker skin, its wrought iron head is covered with engraved lightning.

A strange dwarven battleaxe that has one axe head, but the back of that is a large claw. The battleaxe has a chain and switch on the handle that allows the claw to close. The user can crash the claw into the ground and use it to pick up tightly packed or loose dirt or solid rock. The wielder can then swing the axe to throw the rock using the same statistics of a standard sling. If the wielder is proficient with the battleaxe they will also be considered proficient with its sling. The act of scooping up the dirt and launching can be done in a single smooth attack motion.

A strange, mystical longspear that is difficult to look directly as if some restless force lies within it, just beneath the surface. The wood of the shaft is bone white and smooth, while the steel spearhead is textured like a stag's horn.

A sizable claymore (Greatsword statistics) favored by the militant highland tribes. Apparently the weapon's crafter had a sense of humour, as etched into the flats of the blade are the words “FRONT TOWARDS ENEMY”.

[chameleonwritess]

Feels Like Home (Ch2)

Myriad of Stars

Not-So-Secretly in Love

Feels Like Home (Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3)

Forever Starts Today (Epilogue)

Extras:

Infirmary Duties

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Pairing: Nico di Angelo/Will Solace

TW: bad dream, mentions of Tartarus, panic attack depiction. There's a new character in this chapter, too! I hope you like her

Word Count: 9948

Read the whole Myriad of Stars series on AO3

Nico had originally intended to ask Chiron for permission to leave Camp at the weekend. That was until Chiron forced all of them to work ten times harder on rebuilding everything and fulfilling Jason’s promise to Kymopoleia now that there were only a few campers left.

Camp felt surprisingly empty and yet Nico was surprised to find that he didn’t feel all that lonely.

Cecil would hang out with Nico during the day and Nico would still find himself dropping into the infirmary to chat to Austin and Kayla now that he’d grown quite close to Will’s siblings. If he couldn’t sleep, Nico often wandered over to the Hypnos cabin to wake Clovis up to chat, too, and whenever he wasn’t hanging out with other people, Nico was summoning hoards of skeletons to assist with the building work.

Every time Nico summoned a new wave of skeletons, he smirked slightly, knowing Will would be chastising him for overusing his powers and force him to sit in the Hospital Wing for the next few hours. Really, Nico knew it was just another excuse to force him to help Will with his job. And, of course, to spend more time together.

Still, Nico was beginning to wish they hadn’t spent quite so much time together before the end of summer. Every night, when he finally got to sleep, Nico dreamt of warm arms wrapped around him, the smell of summer fruits and sunshine and the feeling of soft blond hair tickling his nose.

When he woke up, he had to remind himself that Will wasn’t right there, after all. It made Nico feel empty.

Of course, once he got himself out of bed and started about his daily business, sword fighting, climbing the climbing wall without being doused in lava, taking Mrs O’Leary for walks and countless other things, Nico managed to push the feeling of emptiness out. There was still no denying that he really missed Will, though.

Luckily, weekend really wasn’t that far away. Will had left Nico with his address and so Nico only had to pack a bag with some spare clothes and shadow travel to Will’s. Friday night arrived soon and Nico still hadn’t mentioned to Chiron that he was leaving for the weekend.

In fact, he was completely trusting that Cecil would tell Chiron where he was and that he wouldn’t be assumed dead and return to find his cabin ransacked. In hindsight, Nico thought that perhaps he should have entrusted someone like Austin rather than the son of Hermes.

Nico didn’t have time to dwell on it too much, though. He was far too excited to finally see Will again.

In fact, he was that excited that when he melted into the shadows, he reappeared in a tree suspended at least ten feet above the ground.

“Oh shoot,” Nico muttered to himself before he fell through the branches and landed in a back garden he severely hoped was actually Will’s.

“Nico?” a luckily familiar voice called out. Nico sat up and massaged his head just as a door burst open and his vision was filled with tanned skin, blond hair and a mass of freckles.

“Did you just shadow travel into my tree you imbecile?” Will asked impatiently. Nico’s vision was going blurry but he could still just about make out Will’s face. He grinned and reached up to touch it.

“Hey, Will,” he said woozily before passing out.

When Nico next opened his eyes, he was led on a settee inside someone’s living room. He was pretty sure he didn’t recognise it and wondered how exactly he’d managed to find himself inside it. Maybe a monster had somehow lured him in.

Suddenly panicked, Nico jolted upright and reached for his sword. His hand returned empty. The monster had taken his weapon.

“Woah, Nico, relax, are you feeling okay?”

Oh. He remembered now. He was at Will’s house.

Will was lounging in a single seat just across from where Nico was led but he’d jumped to his feet to prevent Nico from attempting to slice up his sofa with his non existent sword. The first thing Nico noticed was that Will wasn’t wearing camp clothes, instead sporting a green plaid shirt, opened over what Nico assumed was the t-shirt of a band, paired with slim blue jeans. He looked good. Really good.

“Yeah, sorry. I forgot where I was and panicked,” Nico explained embarrassedly. Will chuckled and came over to sit next to Nico on the settee. Nico moved his legs out of the way but Will insistently moved them back.

“You’re not going anywhere yet. You banged your head pretty hard on the fall and you were weak from shadow travelling anyway. Have you been overusing your powers again?” Will scolded. Nico rolled his eyes.

“No,” he lied. In fact, he’d already summoned at least fifty undead builders that afternoon and the shadow travel all the way across New York definitely hadn’t helped.

“I’m not an idiot, y’know. I can tell you’re lying. What were you even doing?” Will asked, shaking his head. Nico rolled his eyes. He should have known he could never get away with anything when Will was around.

“Chiron wanted me to raise the dead to help with building,” Nico explained.

“Chiron is going to get a scalpel shoved where the sun don’t shine if he makes you use your powers too much again,” Will growled in annoyance. Nico couldn’t help but laugh. He’d missed Will so much.

“I’ve missed hearing that laugh a lot,” Will sighed, turning his head in to face Nico.

“I’ve missed you a lot,” Nico added. He hadn’t necessarily intended to be so honest but the smile it put on Will’s face was completely worth it.

“Good,” Will murmured and he leaned his face in closer to Nico’s. Nico felt his heart rate increase. He hadn’t kissed Will all week. He hadn’t realised how much he missed the taste of Will’s lips on his- the comfort of having him right there under his hands with no chance of anything bad happening.

“Will? Nico? Did I hear your voices?” a female voice called out, causing Will and Nico to spring apart from each other as if they’d been electrocuted.

“Oh, yeah, Nico just woke up, mom,” Will called back. Nico released a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. He didn’t think he would have been able to cope with the shame of falling into the Solace’s tree, passing out and waking up on their settee and then being found making out with Will by his own mother.

Nico was at least relieved that he had met Naomi Solace before arriving here. Otherwise, he definitely would have been immediately Shadow Travelling out of the house. He would take monsters over mothers any day.

“Nico,” Naomi’s grinning face peered around the corner of the room, “how are you feeling? I made sure to give you a quick check over and Will explained your Shadow Travel to me. He’s healed the injury on your head and found some ambrosia to stop you from fading.”

“Oh,” Nico said weakly, “thank you.”

“I warned you,” Will muttered quietly under his breath so only Nico could hear. Nico let out a huff of laughter. Will had indeed informed him that his mother was very concerned over health, being a medic herself.

“What are you muttering about, William?” Naomi asked sternly, placing her hands on her hip. Nico let out another laugh.

“I’ve never heard anyone call you William before,” he smirked.

“What, you didn’t think my name was just Will, did you?” Will asked with a grin. Nico rolled his eyes.

“Of course not,” he said, “no one ever calls you William, though. Not even Chiron.”

Will shrugged, “I’m pretty sure it’s just my mom and teachers that use it.”

“Generally when he’s in trouble,” Naomi noted. Nico realised she was wearing an apron and wondered if she’d been cooking. That’s when he realised that he had no idea what time of the day it was and how long he’d been passed out for.

“Which is pretty frequently, I imagine,” Nico added cheekily as his eyes scanned the room looking for a clock. He found one on the far end of the living room, sat among a bunch of photos- most of a much younger looking Will, usually grinning and sometimes stood next to his mother, varying in height drastically from photo to photo.

Nico couldn’t help himself from smiling at them. It felt strange to see pictures of Will from before he’d even arrived at Camp Halfblood and known who he was. Nico did get a weird feeling inside him as he realised he didn’t have a single photo from when he was a child. After all, he’d grown up in a completely different time to Will had.

Nico wondered if anyone had any photos of him anywhere at all. When everyone that knew him was dead and gone, would there be anything at all to remember him by?

Nico’s spiralling train of thought was luckily interrupted when Naomi Solace followed his gaze.

“Oh, if you want to see even more embarrassing photos of Will, I have a whole book of baby photos,” she said, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Mom, that’s the one thing I told you to absolutely not do!” Will complained. Naomi shrugged her shoulders and ran out of the room.

“So that’s where you get your inability to follow orders from,” Nico pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, shut up, you,” Will said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Gods, Nico really wanted to kiss him.

“What were you thinking when you were looking at the photos?” Will asked suddenly, drawing Nico’s attention away from his mouth and up to his solemn blue eyes.

“Oh, nothing much,” Nico shrugged. Will raised an unconvinced eyebrow.

“That’s a lie. I saw your face fall. Is everything alright?” he asked. Nico really wished Will didn’t know him so well, sometimes.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Nico continued to lie just as they heard the sound of the returning footsteps of Naomi Solace. Will flashed Nico a concerned look that unmistakable read ‘We’ll have this conversation later’.

Nico knew Will was a firm believer that a relationship required communication and so far, it had always worked. However, Nico also knew that he had a lot of issues, some very inbuilt that had plagued him for years. He didn’t want to burden Will, the kindhearted sunshine boy he was, with all of that. How was he ever supposed to help Will if he himself was a mess?

Luckily Nico didn’t even need to begin explaining any of that out loud, because Naomi came back into the room.

“Will’s going to kill me for this,” she grinned at Nico, “would you like a warm drink whilst we chat? Then the two of you need to get some sleep before tomorrow.”

“What time is it?” Nico finally asked.

“It’s nearly ten o’clock. You only passed out for a couple of hours,” Will added helpfully. Nico rolled his eyes.

“Wow, thanks,” he muttered, “could I have a hot chocolate, please?” Nico added to Naomi.

“Of course! Will, go put the kettle on,” she ordered in response. Will huffed and stood up, immediately leaving Nico’s side feeling cold.

“Yes, mother,” he sighed dramatically, walking out of the room, presumably to where their kitchen was. Nico tried not to feel too awkward about being left alone with Naomi.

“Will was a really chubby baby,” Naomi began, opening the album to show Nico the first few photos. The Naomi holding the baby had dyed red and straightened hair, completely different to the soft brown curls she sported now. Nico vaguely remembered Will mentioning that his mom had been an alt country rock singer when she’d met Apollo and that it’d been Will’s own affiliation with healing that had sparked her interest in a medical career. The photos themselves were pretty adorable as far as Nico’s knowledge of baby photos went. Will had a tuft of blond hair that only grew in length from each photo to the next.

“He’s always had freckles,” Nico noted, not realising he’d said it out loud until Naomi looked at him with a sparkle in her eye. He flushed red as he turned the page, hoping to distract her.

“This was Will in elementary school. He loved to play tennis back then. It’s a shame they don’t have any tennis courts at Camp,” Naomi sighed wistfully.

“We have volleyball,” Nico added, “but that’s about the only non-life-threatening sport.”

Nico wasn’t entirely sure how accurate his statement was. To consider any normal event as ‘non-life-threatening’ at Camp Halfblood, you clearly hadn’t participated with the Ares or Athena cabin.

“Maybe you two can go to the park tomorrow and play on the courts,” Naomi suggested. Nico tried not to let his panic be visible. He hadn’t thought of the possibility that he’d have to leave Will’s home and spend the day in the mortal world.

Nico had pretty much always spent his time in the demigod world ever since the age of eleven. Even prior to that, he’d been trapped in the Lotus Casino which whilst he hadn’t realised it at the time, was also not exactly a mortal attraction. He’d forgotten that he wasn’t just behind the times in which year he’d been born in but also in how to act in pretty much any social situation.

“I don’t know how to play tennis,” Nico finally said, realising he’d been a bit too quiet for too long. Naomi merely smiled kindly at Nico and he suspected she had sensed his panic after all.

“Don’t worry, you don’t have to go. Will told me you weren’t actually born in this era. I imagine it must be pretty daunting leaving Camp and having to spend time in the mortal world,” she said.

“Oh, uh, yeah. It is a bit,” Nico mumbled. He hadn’t expected Naomi to have known that. For some reason, it made him feel a bit more relaxed.

“Two hot chocolates and a tea,” Will’s cheerful voice rang out as he reentered the room, balancing three mugs precariously. Nico automatically jumped to his feet to help, used to seeing Will struggle holding so many things at once in the Infirmary.

“Thanks, Will. Come and join us, we’ve not even made it to the worst photos, yet,” Naomi grinned, flashing a wink to Nico. Nico smiled appreciatively. He knew it was her way of saying she wouldn’t mention anything to Will about his small panic.

“This is the worst,” Will complained although he didn’t seem too hesitant to jump back onto the sofa and throw his arm over Nico’s shoulders as Naomi flicked through the photo album, explaining all the photos of Will to Nico.

Nico allowed himself to relax back into Will’s hold as the panic gradually released its tight grip on his ribcage. With Will’s familiar warmth pressed against him, it was just that bit easier for Nico to breathe again.

“I don’t know about you boys, but I’m getting tired and I have work tomorrow,” Naomi finally announced after a good half hour of laughing over Will’s photos, “Nico, we’ve set up a bed for you in Will’s room. Will can show you the way.”

“Thank you,” Nico said gratefully. Naomi got to her feet and threw her arms around Nico, much to his surprise. It was a relief that Nico had become so accustomed to personal contact as of late, or he suspected he may have fallen off the settee.

“Sleep well. I’ll make you both breakfast in the morning,” she promised, releasing Nico to pull Will into a hug, planting a kiss on his forehead before waving one last time and heading back up the stairs.

“Your mom‘s really nice,” Nico said, “I hadn’t expected her to approve of me.”

“Don’t be silly,” Will rolled his eyes, “I already told you she’d love you.”

“Yeah, but I’m not exactly the kind of person most people would want to introduce to their mothers,”   Nico protested.

“Hate to break it to you, Mr Doom and Gloom, but you’re not as intimidating as you like to pretend,” Will said cheerfully. Nico pouted at him and tried to glare but Will just leaned forward and touched his nose to Nico’s.

“You’re like a cute little puppy.”

Nico jerked his head away.

“You’re the worst,” he commented.

“Fine, you’re sleeping on the air mattress then,” Will shrugged before jumping to his feet, extending a hand to pull Nico with him, “but not until you’ve had the grand introduction to my room!”

Nico wasn’t sure what he was expecting Will’s room to look like but based on the fact that Nico had only ever seen Will sleep in the Apollo cabin- a room that literally glittered gold- and the Hades cabin that looked more like a morgue than a place a living person should sleep, he supposed he should have guessed it would be something in the middle.

Will’s walls were painted pale blue but not much of the paintwork was visible underneath the mass of posters covering his wall. Nico didn’t recognise many of them but of the ones he did know, they were of bands, films and TV shows that were popular enough, Nico had actually heard of them.

A large Harry Potter poster was surrounded by some smaller Disney posters, a Lord of the Rings poster and two Star Wars ones. On the wall opposite, there were a selection of bands represented: Fall Out Boy, Panic! At the Disco, My Chemical Romance and Green Day.

The remaining walls were taken up by a large wooden wardrobe and a window that overlooked the garden Nico had shadow travelled into only a few hours previously.

Nico wasn’t surprised at how tidy Will’s room was, though. All his books were piled neatly and there wasn’t a stray item of clothing in sight. On a bookshelf there was a tall pile of medical books that caught Nico’s eye. He hadn’t realised Will actually had to learn things for all the healing he did at Camp- he’d assumed it was inherited knowledge from Apollo. Nico felt a warmth grow in his chest at the thought of Will studying the medical books into the night, desperate to help an injured camper.

“So, what do you think?” Will asked, flopping down onto his own bed, covered in a deep blue space duvet.

Nico tried to think of a way to describe the room. It was just so… Will.

He allowed a smile to creep its way onto his face.

“I love it,” he admitted. Will beamed and motioned for Nico to sit next to him on the bed. Nico obliged and couldn’t help but sit a little closer to Will so that their legs were touching. After all, it had been a week and he hadn’t been left alone with Will for all of that time. He missed the privacy, not that they got much at Camp anyway.

“What were you thinking downstairs when you were looking at the photos?” Will asked, “I saw your face fall a couple of times and when I returned with the drinks you were definitely more tense than usual.”

Nico observed the concerned look on Will’s face. His eyebrows had scrunched together and Nico really wanted to smooth the crease lines out with his thumb.

“I’ll be fine, I promise. You don’t need to worry,” Nico assured. Will chewed his lip and Nico unintentionally followed the movement with his gaze.

“I do worry, though. I was the one that asked you to come here and I don’t want you to feel panicked or trapped or anything. I just wanted to spend time with you. Maybe I was being selfish,” Will huffed but Nico grabbed his wrists where his hands had been gesturing as he talked.

“Will, that’s not it at all. I chose to come here. I don’t feel trapped at all and your mom is really lovely. Downstairs I-“ Nico paused for a second and allowed Will to intertwine their fingers where his grip had loosened on Will’s wrist, “I was just thinking that no one had ever taken a photo of me. Because, you know, my mom and sister aren’t alive. It just made me think that there’s nothing to ever remember me by. It’s stupid, I know-“

“No it’s not,” Will cut Nico off, “Nico, that’s not stupid at all. Photos have always been a big part of my life. They always help me remember happy moments and keep me connected to the mortal world. I promise you we will take so many photos together this weekend because I always want to have something to remember you by.”

Will leaned forwards to rest his forehead against Nico’s. Nico sighed. He’d felt sort of silly explaining why he’d felt strange earlier but as always, Will never thought Nico was being annoying or stupid or a nuisance or anything. He was always just there to support him.

“I love you,” Nico choked out, not having expected his voice to have sounded so strangled. It didn’t matter, though because the next thing Nico knew, Will’s lips were pressed against his and gods of Olympus Nico had been wanting to kiss Will all evening and now he finally was and Will’s lips were sliding over his urgently and Nico was leaning up into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Will’s neck and pushing forwards so hard that they both fell backwards onto the bed, giggling slightly before returning their mouths to one another’s.

Nico pushed himself up on all fours above Will but Will didn’t let that break the kiss, instead leaning upwards to capture Nico’s lips again and pull him straight back down, his hands sliding over Nico’s back, into his hair, over his arms, cupping his face, tracing the slither of skin along his stomach that had been exposed due to the fall.

Nico reciprocated with his own actions, letting out a small gasp, running his own hands through Will’s tousled blond hair and pressing his body against Will’s as he tugged on Will’s lower lip with his teeth, pressing more fervent kisses to Will’s mouth.

Nico wasn’t sure how he was going to last for the rest of the time Will was at school for. If he had missed kissing Will this much after a week, he was going to be almost embarrassingly clingy when the few weeks before Christmas rolled around and Will returned.

Will finally detached his mouth from Nico’s much to his disapproval and pressed his lips instead to Nico’s hand.

“We should probably get to sleep. I never get a lie in, even on weekends,” Will explained. Nico had to try hard not to pout.

“I suppose. We could just stay in later, though,” he suggested. Nico hated waking up early and going to bed early. Will laughed at the proposition.

“I literally can’t. As soon as the sun rises I can never get to sleep again. I’m pretty sure it’s my dad’s fault,” he explained. Nico winced at the thought.

“That sounds terrible,” he said.

“I’m pretty used to it now,” Will shrugged, “however,” he added, leaning closer to Nico again so that Nico wanted nothing more than to continue kissing him, “I still need to get early nights. Do you have pyjamas? You should probably take a shower and make sure there’s no tree stuck in your hair, too.”

“Why, do I smell that bad?” Nico teased, glad he’d managed to find his voice again. Will crinkled his nose up comically.

“No comment,” he said. Nico pushed him lightly in the chest.

“You didn’t seem to mind a few seconds ago,” he retorted. Will gasped.

“I hope you drown in that shower, di Angelo,” Will said. Nico laughed.

“I’ll come and haunt you as a ghost if I do,” he promised. Nico slid off the bed and went over to his bag he hadn’t previously realised was sat in the middle of the guest bed.

“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not,” Will muttered under his breath. Nico just chuckled in response as he fished his pyjamas out.

“Which door is the bathroom?” he asked.

“Second on the left,” Will instructed cheerfully. Nico nodded and made his way to the door, smiling to himself as he left.

One day, Nico was going to learn that irony wasn’t just something that happened in fiction. Just as he’d been thinking he was going to enjoy the weekend at the Solace’s house, he had to have his first nightmare about Tartarus since the war with Gaia.

Sure, Nico had had nightmares since- nightmares of being trapped in the jar with only a few pomegranate seeds, feeling like he was slowly suffocating to death with no way to escape; the nightmares about coming out to camp and Will rejecting him; nightmares about fire, storms, giants, monsters and death: the demigod usual- but he hadn’t had a nightmare about Tartarus yet.

In all honesty, Nico wasn’t quite sure how Percy and Annabeth had survived Tartarus. Even Percy himself had commented to Nico that he’d had Annabeth with him- he hadn’t been alone- but Nico knew it hadn’t quite been the same for him as it had been for the two of them.

Nico spent a lot of his time in the Underworld already. Nico imagined Tartarus for him just felt like the Underworld for other people.

Sure, it was terrifying, felt like death and Nico had nearly lost his life several times despite only being in there for a short time before being flanked by Gaia’s minions and captured, but he also had the advantage of being the son of Hades.

He had seen the form of Tartarus that Percy had seen, though. That was what the most terrifying thing of all had been.

That’s what Nico dreamed of.

It was just after Gaia’s followers had captured him. Nico normally would have been able to put up a better fight but he wasn’t in the Underworld, he was in Tartarus and that was their domain. Nico was captured by the two giants, Otis and Ephialtes, and forced to stare into the horrific form of pulsing purple muscle and writhing flesh that couldn’t possibly be a living thing and yet was so alive Nico could feel its very existence crawling under his skin.

It wasn’t just the jar that was suffocating, too- being in Tartarus made Nico’s skin itch and his chest feel tight. There was no medical grade oxygen down in the pits of Tartarus. Only a small fraction of the air that burned when inhaled was physically able to keep Nico alive. He could remember the feeling better than he thought he could. It made him feel weak- helpless.

If the giants had left him in there for any amount of time longer, he would have gone insane, died, or perhaps both at the same time. He wanted to scream out, to summon an army of skeletons, to shadow travel very far away.

He could do nothing.

‘Ransom’ he was told he was being kept for. Only one thought went through Nico’s head. He possibly even let out a cold laugh there and then.

As if anyone would fall into the giants’ trap to save him.

This time no one did come for him, though. The giants didn’t even take him out of Tartarus. He was trapped, with no help on its way, no weapon to defend himself with, his skin burning and his lungs feeling raw. There was no escape. He was going to die alone and no one would care. He had never been so useless before.

A hand wrapped around Nico from behind and he cried out in alarm, suddenly able to twist himself free of the chains he was bound in.

Nico came face to face with a very concerned looking Will Solace. His face was paler than Nico had ever seen it and he looked like he had tears streaming down the front of his face. Nico pulled an arm free from underneath him and patted his own cheek. He was crying too.

Then Nico remembered where he was. He was in Will’s room. Will had his arm around him. He was safe. Hazel and Percy had brought the others to come and save him. He was alive.

And Will Solace was right there with him.

Nico didn’t know what else to do. He buried his head into the front of Will’s night shirt and sobbed.

Will wrapped his arms around Nico slightly tighter and pulled him closer under the covers.

“Shh,” he whispered, “you’re safe. No one’s hurting you. I’m here. Gods, Nico, you’ve been through so much but you’re okay now. You made it through. You’re so strong. You’re the strongest person I know. I love you so much, okay?”

Nico cried harder as Will ran his fingers through his tangled, dark hair. He let Will’s words comfort him, reminding him where he was, who he was, who was with him. Will was right- he was safe.

“I-I’m sorry,” Nico choked out.

“Hey, you have nothing to apologise for,” Will said sternly yet softly, “every demigod has nightmares. This was just a particularly bad one. You’ve been through a lot, Nico.”

“I was back in Tartarus,” Nico began to explain, feeling as if he owed Will the explanation. To his surprise, Will shushed him again and pushed him back slightly to look in his eyes.

“I don’t want you to have to relive it just to explain to me,” Will insisted, “just hold me. I’m here, okay?”

Nico nodded into Will’s shoulder and for once, made no complaint about following his instructions.

It took a while for Nico’s heart rate to steady again and for the tears to stop flowing. Will held onto Nico like he was his lifeline- like Will was the one who had had the nightmare, not Nico.

“Feeling better?” Will asked when he noticed Nico had stopped shaking, relenting his grip on Nico’s shoulders a fraction.

Nico nodded and wiped his hands under his eyes.

“Thank you for being here. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been,” Nico admitted, “I haven’t had a nightmare that bad in a while.”

Will smiled at Nico and ran his fingers through his hair again, just as he’d been doing when calming Nico down.

“I was actually really scared,” Will said softly. Nico looked at him puzzled, silently telling him to continue. He did, “I was just waking up anyway because it’s practically morning when suddenly you seized up in my arms and started shaking. Your breathing rate increased and your pulse shot up and I kept trying to wake you but you wouldn’t. Then you started to cry and call out and I hugged you but you fell limp in my arms.”

Nico stared at him in shock.

“I thought you’d settled down but then you started shaking again, only this time you weren’t fighting me. I released my arms but you stayed still, crying and shaking. I kept calling your name and reached out to try and shake you awake when you finally woke up. I hadn’t realised I’d been crying too until you wiped your own tears,” Will finished.

“Will, I’m so sorry-“

“Stop apologising,” Will interrupted harshly, “you’re allowed to have nightmares and you don’t have to be sorry for upsetting me. I was just really worried about you, okay. I hate seeing you that upset.”

Nico breathed out, his heart pounding. If Will could be there for all his nightmares, Nico had a feeling he might just be able to cope with them a little bit easier. Of course, he’d rather never go through them again- that way both he and Will could get a peaceful night’s sleep.

“Thank you,” Nico gasped, “but really, I am sorry for putting you through that.”

“Nico, it’s okay, really. I want to share the pain with you if I can. No one should have to go through that alone,” Will insisted before pulling Nico back into a hug, “I’m a healer. I hate not being able to heal mental scars. Being here is the next best thing I can do.”

Nico was pretty sure Will was going to make him cry again. What had he done to ever deserve someone as incredible as Will?

He thought back to what he’d been thinking last night- that he didn’t want to unload all his troubles onto Will. However, this morning, he was wondering if it might lighten the burden, being able to tell someone else.

“Will,” Nico said slowly, “can I- tell you about the dream?”

Will drew back and raised an eyebrow at Nico. “Do you want to?”

“Yes,” Nico spluttered, “but I don’t want to unload everything on you if it’s going to be too much. Just… tell me if you need me to stop, yeah?”

Will nodded solemnly and before Nico knew what he was doing, he was describing the feeling of being in Tartarus, the monsters he’d encountered, his fear, pain and suffering over the years, losing Bianca and how it had made him snap inside, feeling so much for Percy that he could hardly differentiate the love from the hate, feeling like he’d never belong anywhere and could never be loved.

Will listened intently, holding Nico. He was opening up to Will more than he ever had before and even though he knew Will well enough by now to know he’d support him through, anything, it was still almost unbearably terrifying.

“Thank you,” Will said when Nico finally finished.

“What?” Nico asked, more out of confusion than surprise.

“For telling me,” Will expanded, “I- I never knew you’d been through quite that much so thank you for telling me. It means a lot to me. I just don’t know how you manage to stay so strong. If it was me-“ Nico felt Will shiver against him.

“I wasn’t okay,” Nico said, “for a long time I just shut people out. You know what I was like on top of the hill the night I returned. I wanted nothing to do with you. Apparently, my heart thought differently. You’ve helped me a lot, Will. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to do half the stuff I can without freaking out and running away.”

Nico rolled his eyes at the end but Will just smiled at him.

“You’re secretly a bit of sap, you know that?” he smirked.

“Shut up, no I’m not,” Nico complained, wriggling out of his arms, “I try and be nice and this is the thanks I get?”

“Like a said- you’re a sap,” Will teased, poking Nico gently in the side.

“I’m not,” Nico insisted, nudging Will back.

“Are,” Will argued.

“Not.”

“Are.”

“Do I smell pancakes?” Nico interrupted their argument as his nose caught scent of something very welcoming. Will grinned.

“My Mom’s Special. Come on, let’s get dressed for the day. I want to take you out into the town to see all my favourite spots,” Will grinned, “if you’re okay with it, that is.”

Nico knew Will had spotted his face fall a tiny bit but he steeled his nerves. If he could get through Tartarus, he could get through a day in the mortal world.

“Yeah, let’s do it,” he agreed.

As promised, Naomi Solace’s pancakes were incredible. Nico was pretty sure he’d never eat Camp’s pancakes again because they would never compare. Naomi had had to head off to work shortly after, so she had dropped the two boys into town beforehand.

Nico suspected she knew about the nightmare because she gave him gentle shoulder touches all through the morning even though she didn’t say anything. Nico was grateful for that but he also suspected Naomi didn’t quite know what to say to her son’s boyfriend after he’d had a demigod nightmare. He couldn’t blame her- it wasn’t exactly something they prepared you for in a parenting course.

Now Nico and Will were alone in a town Nico had never been to before and Nico was feeling just slightly nervous.

Okay, that was an understatement. Nico wasn’t sure why exactly he felt so on edge but his eyes were darting around everywhere, constantly searching for monsters or danger of any sort.

“Hey,” Will said gently, slipping his hand into Nico’s upon noticing his discomfort, “you don’t need to worry, okay? Do you want to sit down somewhere?”

Nico shook his head and gripped Will’s hand a bit harder. Then he realised he was holding a hand with a boy in public and pulled it away quickly.

“Nico?” Will asked.

“I’m sorry- I-“ Nico nearly teared up. He was panicking. Why was he panicking?

“It’s okay, just take deep breaths. You know no one will mind if we hold hands, right? The world isn’t as homophobic as when you were born, I promise,” Will explained. Nico nodded and allowed Will to take his hand again. He was still panicking. He wasn’t really sure why.

“How about we sit down?” Will suggested, “there’s a café I know quite well just around the corner from here. We can go and get a hot chocolate.”

“Y-yeah, okay,” Nico agreed. He felt bad for Will. Will had just wanted to spend a normal day out with Nico and here Nico was, doing the one thing he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do- panicking.

“Don’t worry, okay? You’re allowed to panic,” Will promised.

“I don’t deserve you,” Nico muttered under his breath, leaning against Will as a tall man walked close past him. Will chuckled gently.

“Personally, I’d suggest it was the other way around. Now, come on, Lord of Darkness,” he smirked. Nico managed a very small smile in return as Will led him inside a brightly lit coffee shop.

“Hey, Will! The regular?” a boy around their age asked as soon as the door opened and Nico and Will stepped inside.

“Times two, please, Jared,” Will smiled at the barista. Nico felt his nerves relax very slightly at being inside. He logically knew a monster could still attack him but somehow, not being out in the open had helped.

“Coming right up,” Jared said, glancing between Nico and Will and flashing Will a wink. Will tugged at Nico’s hand and pulled him towards a table.

“You seem calmer,” Will observed, “what’s going on?”

“I’m sorry,” Nico apologised, “I panicked. I was trying not to, but being out in the open-“ Nico shivered.

“I understand. Your scent is stronger than mine to monsters so I imagine you’re probably a bit more likely to be attacked than me. We can take them, though, if they find us. Together,” Will promised. Nico smiled back.

“Two hot chocolates,” Jared arrived at their table a minute or so later, “you going to introduce me, Will?”

“Oh, of course,” Will suddenly realised. Nico raised an eyebrow at him curiously. “Nico, this is Jared. He goes to school with me. Jared, this is Nico. I know him from the Camp I go to.”

“The one you can’t tell us any details about but disappear halfway through the school term to return to?” Jared asked with a smirk. Will laughed.

“That’s the one,” he grinned, “Nico’s my boyfriend, by the way.”

To Nico’s surprise, Will had rushed the last bit out as if he struggled to say it. Nico recognised that. Apparently, whilst Will was very open about his sexuality at Camp, his school friends weren’t quite as aware of it.

“Oh,” Jared smiled, “that’s cool, man. It’s nice to meet you, Nico.”

“And you,” Nico said politely, “your hot chocolate is good.”

“It’s the only reason I come here,” Will teased Jared.

“You mean it isn’t my dashing looks and witty banter?” Jared asked in return.

“I’m still waiting on both of those orders,” Will said wryly. Nico chuckled gently even though he was slightly jealous that Will was teasing someone other than him. Nico had never thought he would be the jealous type but apparently that was before he met Will. He supposed Jared was ruggedly handsome. He also didn’t have demigod nightmares and a fear of monsters following him. Maybe Will would be better off with a mortal after all.

“Well, I’ll let you two get on with your date. Don’t want to be a third wheel,” Jared said, winking at Nico. Nico rolled his eyes a bit. Unlike the winks Will gave him, Jared’s seemed casual and friendly. Will’s had always seemed more intimate, somehow.

“Thanks. I’ll see you on Monday,” Will smiled back and leaned over the table to enclose his hand around Nico’s.

“You doing okay?” he asked as soon as Jared had left. Nico’s heart stuttered in his chest. Maybe Will did still think Nico was okay, even if he could most likely do better.

“I suppose,” Nico shrugged, “better than when I came in. The hot chocolate’s helping.”

Will laughed, “Nothing like a warm drink to help you feel better.”

Nico was about to respond when he noticed a flash of movement out of the window. His attention immediately snapped towards it and he could have sworn he saw ram-like horns.

Will’s head also snapped in the direction Nico was looking the second a high pitched scream was heard.

“Monster?” Will asked, turning around to catch Nico’s eyes again. Nico nodded his head solemnly and reached his hand for his side. As always, his stygian iron sword was slung through its scabbard on his belt.

“I think it’s following a half-blood. Let’s go,” Nico insisted, jumping to his feet. Considering all the fear he’d been feeling about running into a monster, now that there was a strong possibility he had, he didn’t feel all that scared at all.

With his free hand, Nico grabbed Will’s outstretched one and pulled him to his feet, darting out of the café and following the direction he’d seen the monster go in.

“There’s an injured girl in that back alley,” Will said suddenly, pulling Nico’s hand in the direction he was pointing.

“How did you know?” Nico gasped out as he ran.

“I don’t know,” Will called in response, “I just sensed it.”

Nico wondered if Will could sense injuries the same way he could sense death.

“Nico, I don’t have my sword,” Will called out again as they rounded the corner and appeared at the top of the alley. Sure enough, a creature was looming over a small girl- unmistakably a half-blood- with a large gash on her leg and smaller cuts on her cheeks.

The monster was almost serpent-like, with two large ram horns and a smaller set of horns underneath. Its legs were short but it could clearly move at a decent speed. Nico unfortunately recognised it.

“Cerastes,” he identified.

“Good or bad?” Will asked in a slightly panicked voice. Nico squeezed his hand, suddenly realising that Will wasn’t quite as accustomed to fighting monsters as Nico was.

“Not that bad. They usually lure their prey so they aren’t as much of a threat when they’re visible,” Nico explained, turning back to look at Will’s face which was pale and aghast with fear. Nico smiled, “don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

Will nodded and released Nico’s hand as he stepped towards the monster.

“Help me, please,” the small girl begged as she noticed Nico. The monster was unfortunately smart enough to notice Nico’s presence at the girl’s words. It turned around and roared at Nico, blowing an unpleasant smelling wind through his hair. Nico gritted his teeth and swung his sword out before him, diving towards the monster.

He’d anticipated the Cerastes’ move. It rammed its horns at him, intending to skewer Nico on the end, but he rolled and came out to the side of it. He attempted a jab in its long, serpent-like neck.

Unfortunately, the Cerastes was quick and moved its neck out of the way, causing Nico to only just graze the side. Golden ichor trickled out of the wound, distracting the monster enough for Nico to run past it and towards the girl.

“It’s bleeding gold,” the girl whimpered. Nico crouched down next to her.

“Don’t panic- I’ll take care of the Cerastes for you. Do you see the boy over there with blond hair? That’s Will- he can heal your wounds for you and we’ll make sure you’re safe. When I say go, can you run towards him?” Nico explained. The girl looked at him in shock with wide eyes and nodded her head.

“Yeah,” she agreed, slightly dazed. Nico knew the feeling well but this time, he had to be the one protecting her. Unfortunately, during their chatting, the Cerastes had recovered from its shock and was rounding on Nico and the girl again. Nico jumped out of his crouch and readied his sword in front of him again. The Cerastes looked at the stygian iron and hissed in annoyance. Nico had a plan and he could only hope it wouldn’t fall through.

The Cerastes lunged towards Nico, its horns bared forwards, and began to charge towards the two.

Just as it did so, Nico yelled, “Go!” at the young girl and she darted out to the side of him and around the monster, just as asked. She was brave, Nico would give her that.

Nico waited a few seconds longer for the Cerastes to come towards him and just as the tip of its Ram horn was about to barrel into Nico’s head, Nico dived to the side, allowing the Cerastes to ram its horns into the alley wall right where Nico’s head had been.

Nico didn’t hesitate to haul himself onto the scaly neck of the Cerastes and, before it knew what had hit it, slice its head clean off its body. His sword went right in past the hilt, smearing golden ichor across Nico’s hand.

The girl made a strangled cry behind Nico as he jumped off the Cerastes before it could disintegrate. Nico swung his sword back into its scabbard at his hips and wiped his hands on his torn black jeans. That luckily hadn’t been too difficult. However, he and Will now had a demigod girl to take to Camp which was sort of frustrating.

Nico walked back over to where both the girl and Will were staring at him in shock.

“Do I have ichor in my hair?” he asked, puzzled at their agape stares. Will shook his head.

“No, you look amazi- fine!” he spluttered, “you look fine.”

Nico raised an eyebrow at him curiously as his heart stuttered slightly in his chest. They had more pressing matters, though.

“What’s your name?” Nico asked the girl.

“Cordelia,” she responded.

“Nice to meet you, Cordelia,” Nico tried to smile, “I’m Nico and this is Will, as I said. Has he healed your wounds?”

Cordelia nodded.

“It was like magic,” she said, “and you killed the monster, too. Are you superheroes?”

Will chuckled lightly next to Nico.

“Just heroes,” he smiled, “do you mind me asking who your parents are?”

Cordelia frowned at that, although Nico had sort of been expecting that.

“I don’t know my daddy. My mummy isn’t very nice. She thinks I steal things. I don’t though, I promise! I-I’ve run away,” Cordelia explained. She looked up at Nico and Will pleadingly, “please don’t take me back!”

“Hey, don’t worry, we won’t,” Will said gently, placing his hand on Cordelia’s shoulder, “we do know a safe place we think you should go, though. Have you had many monsters following you?”

She shook her head.

“There was a really big angry dog once but it left me alone when I went inside a library. This is the only one that’s attacked me,” she explained.

“How old are you, Cordelia?” Nico asked.

“Eight,” she responded. Nico nodded. Her scent wouldn’t have been too strong yet, but now that she’d spent time with Nico and Will, she’d definitely have more of an idea of who she was. They had to get her to camp.

“This is going to sound really strange,” Will began, “but have you ever heard of the Greek gods?”

Cordelia screwed her blonde eyebrows up in confusion, “Like Zeus and Poseidon and Hades? I don’t know much about them, I’ve just heard their names.”

“Well, you’re about to learn a bit more,” Nico said dryly before turning to Will, “I can Shadow Travel her back to Camp and then join you again.”

“No way, you’re not leaving my side. Doctor’s Orders,” Will insisted.

“Will, we have to take her. You know she’ll only attract more monsters if we don’t,” Nico huffed. Will ran a hand through his hair and stared at the ground, clearly deep in thought.

“We can take a bus?” he suggested. Nico shook his head.

“Not enough time. I’ll Shadow Travel you, too, so you can heal me when we get to Camp or whatever,” Nico conceded. Will chewed his lip in consideration.

“Fine,” he relented before softening his tone and turning to Cordelia again, “do you trust us to take you somewhere safe?”

Cordelia looked uncertain for a few seconds. Her eyes flickered between Nico’s and Will’s. When they landed on Nico’s again, he tried to give her a smile. He’d never been very good with children. They always seemed scared of him. It was natural, he supposed- he was a son of Hades, after all and he’d just killed a monster right in front of her.

“Okay. I don’t want to see any more monsters,” she decided. Nico breathed a sigh of relief.

“Alright, both of you take my hands,” he instructed, “I hope you don’t get motion sickness.”

“Wait what?” Will spluttered before Nico stepped the three of them forwards into their own shadows and dissolved into darkness.

For the first time in his last three Shadow Travel jumps, Nico landed in exactly the spot he’d intended with no passing out or falling through trees. He released Cordelia and Will’s hands upon landing and turned to face them. Cordelia’s eyes were shining and she was grinning, practically jumping up and down in excitement.

“That was so cool,” she grinned, “can we do it again?”

“Absolutely not,” Will said. He didn’t seem to have taken the Shadow Travel as well as Cordelia and was looking slightly pale, “oh gods I need to sit down. So do you,” he added, pointing a stern finger at Nico. Nico rolled his eyes.

“Come on, let’s just find Chiron and introduce him to Cordelia,” Nico said. The three demigods made their way to the Big House which luckily wasn’t far from their landing spot. Chiron was sat inside his office, listening to classical jazz music.

“Chiron,” Nico said to gain his attention.

“Mr di Angelo, I don’t suppose you’d care to explain why exactly you disappeared from Camp last night?” Chiron said sternly before he turned around and spotted Nico’s company.

“Ah, I see,” he mused, “It’s good to see you back, Will, although I thought you still had several more weeks until you returned for Christmas. It is still only September.”

“I know,” Will said, “it was sort of an emergency.”

“You’re a horse!” Cordelia suddenly realised, making her presence clear at last.

“Centaur, my dear,” Chiron corrected, “I presume this was the emergency?”

“A Cerastes found her in an alley,” Nico explained, “her dad’s one of the gods. Cordelia, this is Chiron. He’s our mentor here at Camp.”

“This is a Camp?” Cordelia asked with wide eyes, “what sort of Camp? Did you say my dad’s a god? Is that why you asked me about Greek gods?”

Chiron chuckled at her questions.

“Don’t worry, my dear, everything will make sense soon. How about I give you a tour around Camp so we can leave these two to get on with their date,” Chiron suggested, looking pointedly at Will and Nico. Nico felt his face flush in embarrassment as Cordelia turned around to look at the two of them with a cheeky grin.

“You were on a date?” she giggled.

“Th-that’s not important,” Nico spluttered, “thanks, Chiron. Cordelia, I’ll be back here in a couple of days. I hope you settle in, in the meantime.”

Cordelia nodded and looked slightly sad to see them go.

“Thank you for fighting the monster. And thank you for healing me!” she added. Will smiled at her and ruffled her hair.

“It was no problem. We were happy to help,” he promised.

“Come now, Cordelia, do you like archery?” Chiron asked and he led Cordelia out of the Big House to explore the grounds.

“Ready to Shadow Travel back?” Nico asked.

“No!” Will spluttered, “it felt like being squeezed through a tube that was way too tight.”

Nico shrugged and smirked, “You’ll get used to it.”

Before Will could protest again, Nico grabbed both his hands and tugged him forwards into the shadow that had formed over the porch, dissolving into it.

When Nico and Will reemerged, Will fell forwards into Nico’s arms and clung onto him.

“How do you do this without throwing up?” Will asked breathlessly.

“You’ve managed,” Nico pointed out. Will managed to straighten himself up and regained his bearings.

“I suppose so, yeah,” he noted, “please can we sit down, though?”

Nico chuckled but agreed. After two bouts of Shadow Travel, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t feeling weary himself.

“How’s your panic doing?” Will asked.

“The monster worked as a pretty good distraction, actually,” Nico noticed. He’d completely forgotten about the panic attack. He supposed it was kind of ironic considering meeting a monster had been what he was panicking about in the first place, “I sort of forgot to panic.”

“Yeah, well,” Will shrugged, “I think you passed it onto me. Sorry I sort of froze up when we saw the monster. I’ve never really met one without being surrounded by loads of other demigods. I’m glad you were there, too.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. Be glad you haven’t had to meet one by yourself before. If you had your sword, you would have been fine, I promise,” Nico insisted. Will shrugged so Nico took the silence as an opportunity to continue. He could still feel adrenaline coursing through his veins from the fight- he needed an outlet to drain it.

“Is that why you looked so shocked at the end, too, when I killed it?” Nico asked. To his surprise, Will’s face flushed red.

“No, er, that was less to do with the monster,” he explained, “more to do with you.”

Nico suddenly realised what Will was meaning. Or at least, he was pretty certain he did.

“Oh really?” Nico teased, “then maybe I should find a few more monsters to kill around you, then.”

“Oh, shut up,” Will grumbled, nudging Nico with his shoulder.

“What? I don’t have a problem with you watching me fight monsters,” Nico shrugged, allowing a sly grin to edge its way onto his face.

“I think I’ve decided I like you better when you’re panicking- you’re not teasing me then, at least,” Will huffed, “I’m allowed to think my boyfriend looks good when he’s using a sword, okay?”

Nico chuckled.

“Stop complaining, Solace,” he whispered as their faces drew closer together. Will really did stop complaining when Nico connected their lips.

Nico wished he didn’t only have a weekend with the Solaces but when Sunday evening rolled around, Naomi told him he was welcome back any time he liked and Nico thought he might just be tempted to take her up on the offer.

Will gave Nico a lecture about making sure he didn’t use his powers again for at least twenty-four hours after the Shadow Travel back before pulling him into a tight hug that Nico melted into. He wouldn’t be seeing Will again until a few weeks before Christmas and he’d be lying if he even pretended that he wasn’t going to miss the son of Apollo immensely.

“Promise you’ll Iris message me, right?” Will begged.

“Of course,” Nico rolled his eyes. As if he’d pass up any opportunity to see Will again, even if only through a rainbow.

“Don’t go having too much fun at Camp without me, though,” Will added with a laugh.

“I’ll let you know if Cecil finally manages to get someone killed,” Nico promised.

“Stay safe, Nico. Thank you for coming over. It’s been lovely meeting you,” Naomi smiled.

“Thanks for your hospitality,” Nico replied, “it’s been really nice. Your pancakes are very good.”

Naomi chuckled and ruffled his hair.

“Well, I’d better be going now,” Nico said, shouldering his bag and heading towards the shadow he intended to travel through.

“Wait, one last thing,” Will blurted out as he jogged forwards towards Nico. Nico looked up at him with a small smile and raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?” he said. Will smiled back and cupped his face before bringing their lips together in one final, chaste kiss- Will’s mum was watching, after all.

“I love you,” Will added. Nico tried to act embarrassed but he was struggling to hide his grin.

“Yeah, love you too or whatever,” he grumbled, “Don’t go getting attacked by monsters before I next see you, okay?”

“I promise,” Will agreed before stepping away and leaving Nico to melt into the shadows.

When Nico next opened his eyes, he was back at Camp Halfblood, stood in the woods he always went to with Will in the shadow of a tree. He took a deep breath in, smelling the freshness of the forest and the dampness of the canoe lake. He was going to miss Will a lot.

Still, Nico had things to do at Camp as well. Jason’s building project was still underway, Kayla had plenty of teases about him and Will up her sleeve upon Nico’s return and Cordelia was overjoyed to see Nico again.

“Nico, Nico, I got claimed!” she said excitedly. Nico raised his eyebrows and smiled at the small, blonde girl.

“Really? Who’s your dad?” he asked.

“Hermes!” Cordelia grinned, “Cecil’s my big brother. And Connor and Chris and Julia and Alice.”

“I bet they’re keeping you on your toes, then,” Nico chuckled.

“Watch it, Death Boy,” Cecil retorted, elbowing Nico.

“Cecil’s funny, though!” Cordelia argued enthusiastically, “he has funny jokes.”

“Hey, Nico, listen to this one,” Cecil grinned as he crouched down, allowing Cordelia to climb on his back after a few attempts of her jumping up to reach herself, “why are mountains so funny?”

Nico looked at him.

“They’re not?” he pointed out.

“That’s right,” Cecil said, “they’re hill areas.”

Cordelia promptly burst out laughing and Nico had to try hard to resist a smile himself.

“Get it? Hill areas: hilarious?” Cecil chuckled, nearly falling over with the combined weight of his own body plus Cordelia’s.

“I hope Lou Ellen returns soon,” Nico rolled his eyes, “I don’t think I can cope with you on my own.”

Cecil merely laughed louder at this and Cordelia joined in, despite Nico’s doubts that she had any clue who Lou Ellen even was. Cordelia seemed happy, though and that was what mattered. She was already seeming so different from the small, frightened girl he’d found cornered by the Cerastes.

Maybe the wait for Will at Christmas wouldn’t seem so long, after all.

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Claustrophobia (Damian Wayne)

I wrote Damian a bit older for this one cause a younger Damian wouldn’t fit the bill. In this one, He is still trying to control his anger and the urge to kill, but you’ll see what happens, I guess. I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 2180

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"Where is she?" Damian's gloved fist connected with the thug's jaw before he could even spit out an answer, "I won't ask again."

"I ain't tellin you shit, bird boy!"

His boot came down hard on the thug's chest, increasing pressure on his lungs every second that he stalled. Leaning down to hear the man struggle to breathe, Damian unsheathed his katana and lightly pressed the tip of the shiny blade at the base of his throat, twisting it slowly in a circle to let the man below his boot know that he was serious and he wanted an answer.

"Think about your next words wisely," Damian's teeth gritted while he tried to control his impulse to end the man's life and find you on his own, "they might just save your life."

The thug's eyes were wide with fear; his whole body was frozen under Damian's boot, not even his hands came up to at least try and fight back. Shallow breaths escaped from his cracked mouth and his eyes darted back and forth between the blade placed on his throat and the Robin's intimidating glare. He knew he should start talking, but he couldn't get the words to come up and out of his throat in one fluid sentence; knowing that if he didn't at least try to make some audible noises, Robin would extract the words he wanted from him in a more painful way. He opened his mouth once again and everything he was trying to say came spilling out at once.

"S-S-Shipping. L-Last I heard, th-they took her to the Shipping wing!" His lips moved faster than he could think of the words, "I swear that's all I know! Please!" The fear in his cold eyes swirled around, evolving into pure terror. A thin layer of sweat blanketed his fiery skin as he looked up at Robin with pleading eyes.

Staring down at the thug with the same glare he had been holding the whole time, Damian thought deeply on his next actions after learning about your whereabouts; the thug was no longer of use and he wanted to make sure that he could efficiently tie up this loose end by attaching a message to the end of it. He wanted to so badly plunge the tip of his blade into the man's throat after he learned of how he was a part of the group who had beaten you upon your capture, but he stopped himself. From what you had taught him when you first became partners, killing didn't have to be his last action for every encounter with a criminal.

Without saying a word, he pulled the tip of his sword away to give the man under his boot some relief before striking the razor sharp edge across his face. The man screamed out in pain, gripping his face as the blood began to ooze out of the gaping wound. Damian whipped the blood from his blade and took his boot off of the thug's chest, watching the thug curl up into the fetal position and squeeze his face. His blade sliced across his face, beginning from the top of his left ear and all the way to the right side of his jaw, just missing his eye but a few inches. Turning walk away, Damian sheathed his katana and began to make his way to the shipping wing. With anger evident in his facial expressions, he did his best to contain it by balling his fists up as he walked away from the man.

Perched at the top of a beam in the Shipping wing, Damian watched the group of Scarecrow's thugs laugh out loud as they listened to your screams of terror come from a tiny metal box sitting on the floor in the back of the room. The eight of them were doubled over as they listened to your pleas for help; you begged them to let you out, but all they did was kick the box and slam the butt of their guns into the sides, making you scream louder. They were having fun making you beg and scream for help and it lit a fire inside of Damian that could scorch anything in its path.

"Those animals." Damian reached for his katana and gripped the wrapped handle, but he never brought it out. He instead relied on the stealth lessons that his father had burned into his mind when it came to situations involving a family member, friend, or in this specific case, a loved one. He immediately got to work taking down the thugs that enjoyed tormenting you.

They were all thrown off guard when he smoked them out and took them down one by one, taunting every single one with one of their friends screams of pain and terror as they knew that they would be next. Some of them chose to fire their guns into the smoke, but their bullets hit nothing but old shipping boxes on the racks. Damian hid for a minute, watching the last two freaks out about not knowing who exactly was attacking them. He was doing his best to not let your screams distract him from clearing the room so he could reach you, but just hearing the pain in shrieks leaving your mouth gripped his heart and squeezed the life out of it.

"Where the hell are they? Is it the Bat? Did you see him?" The thugs shouted at one another, trying to get a better picture of what exactly was happening, but by the time they got to answer each other's questions, Damian grew tired of letting them roam and hit them with his batarangs and pulled their guns away with his grapple before physically knocking them out.

Wasting no time on freeing you, he sprinted to the box and just took in what exactly you were in. The box was all metal and it had one small hole on the top of it as if you were an animal. A steel padlock kept the doors sealed and Scarecrow's trademark face was spray painted on all sides of it.

"Let me out! P-Pleassseee!"

Your fists banged against the metal walls, your knuckles bruised and bleeding slightly as you did everything you possibly could to get out of the dark box. The tears streamed down your face, making your vision blurry, adding to your anxiety. When your fists didn't work, you pressed your back against one side of the wall and pushed the opposite wall with your feet, trying to bend the walls. From your point of view, the walls seemed to be closing in on you and the air in the box was depleting; in your mind, you believed that there was nothing you could do, this was your fear and Scarecrow was using it against you and the worst part about it was that he didn't even have to give you any toxin, but a good beating and keeping you tied up in a dark room for the remainder of the night.

"Someone help me! Please! I'm begging you!" Your voice was hoarse from the endless screams, "Let. Me. Out!"

"(Y/N)!" Damian did his best to scream over you, "I'm here! I'll get you out."

Damian kicked at the lock, hit it with a metal pipe, and even tried tugging on it but nothing worked. Almost out of options, he turned to the gun beside him and quickly snatched it up and aimed it at the lock. Using the knowledge Jason gave him about using such a weapon, he fired the rifle; his stance shifted from the sudden kickback, but it didn't stop him from firing. Watching the lock fall to the ground, he quickly disposed of the rifle and pulled the metal ring out of the loop and ripped the door to the box wide open.

He reached into the box and pulled you out into the beam of moonlight that came in from a shattered window. The moment his eyes landed on you, his heart nearly stopped. Your face was so bruised and bloodied, he wasn't too sure it was you until saw your ripped and battered uniform and cape. Your (H/C) locks were darkened by the blood that oozed out of the wound somewhere on your scalp. Numerous cuts and scrapes littered your face; your mask was still on your face, but Damian was scared to lift it to find more damage. Your eyes were tightly shut; your screams continued even long after Damian pulled you from the box. For once in his life, Damian was scared and fearful of what had happened to you.

"(Y/N)! Hey, hey, hey, you're out. You're out. Open your eyes." Damian's pulled you onto his lap and cradled your battered body in his arms; he pulled his gloves off and let his calloused fingertips graze over your feverish skin, trying to soothe you from your fears.

In one quick action, your (E/C) bloodshot eyes opened and when your teary gaze caught sight of Damian's worried face, all the air from your lungs had been pushed out and your mind went into overdrive, not even letting your brain send messages down to your heart and lungs that the danger had passed and that they should carry on with beating and breathing.

You gasped for air while your hands came up to clutch at your chest. You were having a severe panic attack. The fear had passed, but your mind was still stuck on the thought and couldn't comprehend it ending. Damian knew about your fear of small places and you would rarely get like this, but with the trauma of the night and the fear being added to it, it was bound to happen.

Damian acted quickly, pulling you upwards in a sitting position and having your back against his chest while you both faced the shattered window. He took your calloused hands in his and placed them over your heart; his thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hand. He leaned back so that your head would face upwards towards the window where the moon watched you struggle to see it's pure light. Damian whispered into your ear calmly as he began to take deep breaths to try and get you to sync up with his breathing patterns.

"Beloved, it's alright. Everything's going to be okay." He buried his face on the side of yours, giving you a small kiss on your temple like he always did during these situations. "Let's look at the moon, yes? Look, it's light shines down on us."

You were still hyperventilating, but your mind was becoming clearer as you nodded quickly at his suggestion, letting your gaze stare up at the moon. Your chest was heaving with shallow breaths that never quite made it all the way to your lungs. Your hands gripped onto his for dear life; his embrace had always been the main thing you sought when you needed comforting and now was as good as a time as any to have it.

"I'm here now, there's no need to worry. I'm here." Damian swayed with you a bit, "You can breathe easy now, breathe with me, like this." He paused and took a deep breath and exhaled next to your ears, letting you hear his soft voice and feel his cool breath against your burning skin.

After a few minutes of breathing, you finally calmed down and kept your gaze on the moon. Damian was grateful that you were able to beat that attack, but he was more worried about your condition. He wanted to ask you about what exactly happened to you, but he knew that you would need to take some time before you could answer any questions.

"You...you came."

"I knew there was something wrong, the moment you were a minute late meeting at our rendevous point." Damian admitted, "You're always early and never late."

You slightly nodded, feeling the adrenaline leave your body and the full pain of your beating replace it. Turning to rest your head on his chest, your legs were still extended outwards while your hands rested next to your face, as if you were still scared and sought comfort in him, like you always did.

"Thank you."

Damian kissed the top of your head and pulled you tight to his body as he rocked you back and forth, soothing the both of you while the moonlight shined down on your battered figure and his looming one cradling yours. If you weren't in such a bad shape, Damian would've left you in Alfred's hands and met up with his father, who was currently fighting Scarecrow, to get his own revenge for putting you in such a condition, but he decided against it as you needed all the help you could get and you were his main focus for the rest of the night. Sitting in the same exact spot, rocking you gently in his arms, Damian was just glad to see you still alive.

#Damian Wayne #Damian Al Ghul #Damian #Robin #Batfam #Batfam imagine #Batfam imagines #Damian Wayne imagine #Damian Wayne imagines #Damian Al Ghul imagine #Damian Al Ghul imagines #Damian imagine #Damian imagines #Damian Wayne x reader #Damian Al Ghul x reader #Damian x reader #DC comics #DC imagines

[percyscourt]

percy jackson godly parent swap

(those who aren't mentioned in a different cabin stay the same)

PERCY:

son of aphrodite

sally jackson falling for aphrodite in a male form, skin tan and hair jet black, with eyes everchanging between gold, blue and green. sally confused when aphrodite visited her in her usual female form, but realized she loved her just the same

percy asking his mom about his dad, who his mom calls "the most beautiful person she'd ever met"

percy growing up and using charmspeak without even realizing it; "Nancy, just shut up." and Nancy immediately shutting her mouth close, as if she was a robot of some kind. percy brushing this off as the fact that nancy just didn't want to get in trouble

grover and his mom telling percy that they didn't really know who his dad was, but grover had suspicions based on the aura he radiates

his fight with the minotaur still staying the same, except at one point he had to will himself to get up using charmspeak

aphrodite's symbol popped above his head as soon as he was conscious after his fight with the minotaur and percy was sure it was a mistake; how could the goddess of beauty be his father? it wasn't even the fact that she was a god!dess!, it was the fact that percy didn't really see him good enough to be an aphrodite kid, not handsome or stylish enough

percy's siblings annoyed by how little he cares about his looks at first, then helping him find his right style- which they describe as new york skater junkie

aphrodite constantly sending him gifts; letters with love advice, new clothes, all that. and percy secretly reading the love letters but throwing away everything else. (hey he's a confused teenage boy, can you blame him?)

aphrodite constantly voicing her approval of annabeth, and begging percy to just ask her out

percy being absolutely crushed about silena, whom he was closest with, and him and clarisse shutting down anybody who called her a traitor or the enemy

percy being the cabin counselor due to a note silena left behind, just in case, and him stopping all of drew's dumb ideas (the ugly shoes, which were actually percy's shoes he showed up to camp with)

percy arriving at camp jupiter after training at the wolf house and fighting off the gorgons with hazel and frank, only to have people look down at him for being a son of aphrodite

percy trying to impress everybody so much, always trying to show he's so much more than such a pretty face

percy always trying to show everybody he is strong, smart, and a valid addition to the prophecy

percy and his mom fighting against gaea, and them kicking ass at it too

percy learning that being an aphrodite demigod is about loving yourself and caring for yourself, and how that doesn't make you weak, but rather stronger.

ANNABETH:

daughter of ares

annabeth meeting thalia and luke, being quick in words and with her knife, nearly cutting luke's throat

them traveling to camp and annabeth having the natural battle instinct, dodging and slicing at monsters with uncertainty, yes, but also with a little ease and reflex

annabeth being claimed her first night at the dining pavilion, going to sit down with only about six campers, all glaring daggers at her. annabeth not feeling intimidated, but weirdly at home. more peaceful here than at her dad's, anyway.

annabeth and luke swordfighting, and annbeth slowly yet surely becoming one of the camp's best, though she prefers daggers any day.

annabeth getting named camp counselor despite being eleven, because of her seniority in years of being there

her first act as counselor is to redo the exterior of the cabin, because honestly, it's horrendous. she still keeps the theme of war and everything, just minus the bloody boar, because annabeth gets creeped out by it's following eyes

her second action is stopping the "camp initiation" of dunking kids' heads in toilet bowls

annabeth's battle strategies being the best of camp, and her cabin and the athena one always going head to head in capture the flag.

her being one of her dad's favorites and always trying to please him, always pushing herself to be the best

her fatal flaw still being hubris, and she wants to tear down this world for a new one

her having the strongest Odikinesis at camp. her walking into a room and suddenly people remember that thing their friend did to them months ago, then everybody's fighting

annabeth getting the blessing of ares, and oh my her muscles. she's so fit and muscular and built even before the blessing, but after it's like just. wow. percy gets a lot of shit from it "wow you're girlfriend is more jacked than you" but percy thinks she looks great.

annabeth becoming so lost and distraught after percy goes missing that any time somebody mentions him, her grey eyes go black, and an aura of fear falls over that person. of course, annabeth hates that.

annabeth proving to people that ares demigods aren't just dumb, hot-headed jocks, but also smart, strategic heroes.

JASON:

son of invidia/nemesis

jason arriving at camp jupiter as the first and only invidia demigod, determined to join the fifth cohort and turn it around, to avenge those in the cohort who were mistreated and to bring honor back to their name

reyna choosing him as a leader because 1) his strong sense of justice 2) his refusal to let anyone bully other people of a lower ranking 3) while also giving out fair punishments

reyna, along with having her two dogs in her meetings, but also jason as he can sense when people are lookin for revenge/trouble

him getting his memory wiped, waking up in the bus, feeling a strong sense of missing, something he needed to do

seeing that guy hit on and flirt with piper, and jason hating it. he didn't know much- but he knew that he hated people that thought they were everything, people with big egos

jason and his friends getting picked up by this butch guy and annabeth girl, and jason noticing that annabeth was radiating this very vengeful aura. he was so intimidated he almost didn't get on the pegasus, but he didn't think he'd be better off here

jason arriving at camp and getting claimed almost immediately, a glowing scale hovering over his head.

jason walking into the cabin, on one wall seeing a picture of who must be his sister thalia with annabeth and another dude, and on another seeing a bunkbed pushed against the wall. with somebody on the bottom bunk.

jason meeting damien white, his half-brother, and learning about ethan nakamura. at first, jason was completely appalled by how traitorous his brother had been. then, hearing more about ethan and becoming sad, wishing to have met him.

jason even more sad learning that his brother didn't get a cabin while he was alive, and jason vowing to make it up to him by making sure all the gods' kids got their own cabins

jason and the seven fighting against gaea, and jason almost passing out by all the energy people were putting out. wirh every swipe of somebody's sword, it was as if they were basically yelling, "you! this is what you deserve!" and while jason did not see his mother at the fight, he felt her presence near him, giving him extra power

jason dying, begging piper to fulfill his promise of building the minor cabins, because all jason wanted was to keep his promise.

PIPER:

daughter of hermes

tristan mclean falling for hermes in female form, running into her on the beach. like, actually running. tristan running away from the waves after an early morning surf, and hermes literally going for a run on the beach

hermes and tristan going on dates, spending time with each other 24/7, hermes getting pregnant. then hermes leaving, days after piper had been born, unable to tell tristan the truth about gods.

piper growing up wondering how her mom could flake, and how her dad could still be so in love?? with somebody seemingly so normal?? he was tristan mclean after all.

piper growing up, being able to influence people very easily with her persuasive words alone. and when that didn't work, her talent of stealing and lock-picking came in handy

piper finding out about how all her memories with jason were a trick of the mist and her immediate reaction being to hate the gods, and to hate her mother, whoever she was, because why would she let them do that?

piper arriving at camp, nobody sure where to place her. piper walking into the hermes' cabin, instantly feeling at home. but hermes couldn't be her mother. piper was sure.

piper being claimed in front of the whole camp at the campfire, hermes himself showing up to deliever her a special package equipped with top of the line tennis shoes, a winter jacket, and a demand request for her to be apart of the new quest

piper being insanely annoyed with hermes and how he just waltzed back into her life. and how it seemed like he could read right through her

piper hearing about luke and understanding how he could feel hatred towards their dad (or in piper's case, mother), then immediately feeling horrible for feeling this after meeting the stoll brothers

who by the way, became super protective over piper as soon as they met, and who also told her of their prank rivalry with katie gardner in hopes of her joining them. and she did. of course.

piper growing to sort of like hermes, whoch made her feel horrible about betraying the gods in order to get her dad back. piper telling hermes before her friends, to let him know she wasn't a traitor. piper afraid of hermes grouping her with luke. hermes forgiving her, and recognizing her as the hero she is

hermes and piper fighting side by side against the giants, working together as if it was routine

piper beginning to understand how her dad fell for hermes

LEO:

son of athena

athena falling for all of esperanza: her brains as much as her beauty, her strength as much as her character

leo being born with all of esperanza's exterior; curly hair, dark freckles, long legs, and naturally tan/ethnic skin. this making athena love him one hundred times more, seeing him embody the woman she fell in love with, knowing he was going to be unique. knowing he was going to be that much special when he grew up

leo never forgetting anything, especially not years of torment from tia callida. and especially not his mother's death, how everybody blamed him, the words of gaea, everything. wishing he could forget everything, but having a perfect memory. of everything.

this keeping him up all night through every foster home, forcing him to run from each one, guilt dragging him down every step

leo being top of the class at every school he goes to, without even trying. even with his reading dyslexia. leo carrying these grades to the wilderness school, with all the troubled kids who don't care about their grades, just for everyone to bully ask him to tutor them

leo finding out about his friendship with jason being a trick of the mist, and beating himself up about it. constantly. how could he not see it? how could he, the top of every class, the school's pride and jewel, be that dumb?

leo getting claimed as soon as they landed, and being assigned will to give him a tour. leo arriving at the cabin, immediately feeling out of place in the sea of blonde hair and gray eyes

his half-siblings more or less annoyed with his jokes, but nontheless giving him a chance, and them forgetting how they even got along in life without him

him becoming the backbone of the cabin and, soon enough, getting named camp counselor by malcolm pace, who, quickly became one of leo's bestfriends

leo and malcolm making fun of all the couples, and malcolm spilling about the time he accidentally walked in on percy and annabeth hugging, and it quickly becoming one of leo's favorite stories- which he uses to make fun of both parties

leo arriving on ogyia, calculating ways and distances he'd have to travel to get off the island as soon as he landed. thinking the island was something he could solve, and getting extremely annoyed when calypso pointed out it was just magic

leo flying above his mother during the giant war on his invention, festus, which he built with the help of the hephaestus cabin, throwing off his calculated and mathematically composed weapons.

leo waking up after taking the Physician's Cure, finally able to sort of appreciate magic over logic. sort of.

HAZEL:

daughter of hekate/hecate

marie falling in love with the mystery and magic of hekate, and hekate falling in love with marie for the magic she saw in her

hekate granting marie's wish but warning her of its trouble and refusing to stick around long enough to see her and hazel hurt

marie's wish turning into hazel's curse, hazel touching jewels and treasures and them instantly becoming tainted with unfortunes of marie's selfishness

hazel growing up with things happening to her: her wishing something and it coming true, but marie telling her it was just marie's power of fortune telling and whatnot

hazel's eyes and lips trained to read and speak roman, as most of hekate's enchanments are spoken in roman

hazel's little white lies turning into a mist trick, if she lied and said she had an apple, right after marie saw that apple. it was little things, but not too little to go unnoticeable by marie

marie moving hazel to alaska despite hekate's pleads, and hazel feeling as if some part of her was dialed down, as if moving to alaska had diminished this "light" of hers that her mother loved

gaea choosing hazel to manipulate because of her powerful aura

hazel using her Umbrakinesis to shroud gaea in darkness, then caving the world in around her, taking hazel down with her

hazel and marie getting to the underworld and hazel trying to hold on to her life as much as possible, who knows how much time passing, then being tapped on the shoulder by this scrawny boy

this boy, nico, claiming to be hazel's half-sibling, here to bring her back from the open doors of death, with a tip from their mother

hazel arriving at camp jupiter, the first daughter of hekate, hazel being able to manipulate mist and the shadows, even learning how to shadow travel through nico

basically hazel being a badass all throughout the war alongside nico and their mom

hazel's friends helping her realize that her powers are not a curse, but a blessing that she can use to help others.

FRANK:

son of apollo

apollo meeting emily zhang during war, where lots of his kids were

emily thinking he was an egotistical airhead, yet falling for him all the same. emily falling for his never wavering bravery and risk-taking, and apollo falling for emily's safeness yet strength.

frank growing up wondering how anybody could leave his mom, his great mom. frank growing up not missing his dad. frank growing up hoping his dad was at least a good person, and if he wasn't that he didn't pass that on to frank.

frank being a horrible singer, stumbling over his words, yet still being able to heal with his voice, strength pouring from his words to people's ears, telling them to keep going, you got this. like this warm ball of light and comfort was radiating off of him

apollo visiting frank after his mother's death, in the form of a demigod, giving frank his second bow and arrow

frank getting claimed two days after arriving at camp. frank at first sort of hating his dad, this self-absorbed, annoying dude.

people giving him one glance, unable to believe he was a son of apollo. despite his archery skills, he was shy, in the worst cohort, and had none of that "pizzazz." people usually laughed in his face.

frank being ashamed to be in the fifth cobort, when his father was so used to being in the spotlight, so used to being loved and adored, frank being so scared that his father might think he was less

frank getting a blessing from apollo, making him tall with movie star good looks and seemingly glowing skin. frank begging him to dial it down a bit. apollo demanding his son go on the quest, or else

frank's dad constantly popping in during the quest in forms of some homeless man or another, which frank strangely appreciated

frank growing to like him, as he went through the quest, seeing why his mother liked him. seeing a little of himself in apollo, even

frank having the perfect shot, with anything. frank being able to sense the perfect places to put arrows into monsters' chests, being able to sense which place would kill them the fastest

frank meeting will and the apollo cabin, who, unlike camp jupiter, immediately accepted frank and made him feel at home. who never doubted for a second frank's worth, shy, chubby kid or not

apollo constantly voicing how special frank is, how proud he is that frank can be such a geniune hero without all the bravado that apollo himself used.

REYNA:

daughter of pluto

reyna's dad, Julian Ramírez-Arellano, falling for pluto as a pale woman, jet black hair with purple-ish eyes. reyna's dad coming back from war, scarred, becoming more scarred by learning who pluto really was after reyna had been born, and being disgusted by himself and pluto.

julian shoving this disgust on his daughters, screaming, yelling. julian never being the same afterwards. julian always thinking people are out to get him, ideas of war and pluto always haunting him.

julian reduced to a ghost, but appearing to reyna and hylla as a still alive, solid person. reyna driving an imperial good dagger through him, evaporating him forever.

reyna and hylla meeting Circe, and her telling them who their mother was. her promising them a grand future, one where they could get away and above abusive, crazy men, like their father.

then percy jackson and annabeth chase coming, turning reyna's world upside down. reyna going to camp jupiter, hylla to the amazons

reyna's first time shadow travelling being an accident. reyna and hylla being cornered by the pirates at night, reyna just wanting to hide in the shadows of the forest. and then they did. reyna and hylla appearing just five minutes away from circe's spa, both drained from their joint effort but most of all reyna

reyna arriving at camp and almost instantly earning her title of praetor

reyna being able to cast this feeling of fear over people with a single gaze, leaving people frightened days later still

reyna leading her legions into battle practice, hearing the voices of the dead who once held the same weapons in their hand

nico bringing hazel to reyna, asking for her to let the other girl into camp. reyna sensing almost at once that hazel had just came back to life.

percy coming to camp, reminding reyna of the life she could have had. reyna reading his feelings, reyna knowing his past too inckuded death of close ones, maybe even recently. reyna deciding to give him a chance

reyna meeting annabeth and seeing what she saw in percy in her eyes alone, times ten

reyna touching statues of war gods, and being overwhelmed by waves of dead soldiers pleading, begging for help. reyna being able to communicate with some of them, but most of them just mumbled incoherently

reyna going to find the Argo II only for scipio to later get injured, reyna having to put him out of his misery, but reyna still being able to feel his presence as a ghost

reyna shadow traveling the Athena Parthenos alongside nico and coach hedge all the way to camp, nico helping with his powers as a son of hecate

them stopping for breaks at all these historic places, the dead screaming at reyna, begging to be raised

reyna finally raising them at the battle at camp half blood, hundreds of dead demigods rising, tightly gripping their weapons, ready to win back their honor

NICO:

son of hecate

maria falling for hecate's mysterious yet caring, nature and hecate falling in love with maria's soft spoken and kind words paired with her dark hair spilling over her shoulders

zeus trying to strike down the di Angelo kids but hecate tricking him with the mist, though later it backfires as zeus strikes down maria

hecate, furious and devastated, begging hades to help erase their memories, and later place the kids in the Lotus Casino

Nico and Bianca almost breaking out of the daze of the Casino, and having to be served several flowers just to get them to play games; their mom's magic trying to break through and protect them

the di Angelo kids getting out, going to Westover Hall, and hecate paying all the fees

nico falling in love with this game all about magic, studying the plays and spells, learning them. realizing that if he worded them right, he could do some of the minor stuff; levitating, starting little fires, even being able to hide in the shadows sometimes. bianca convincing him that it was all his imagination

percy, annabeth, and thalia showing up and helping the di angelos escape, bianca becoming so scarce and quiet that she turned invisible. everybody thinking it to be a trick of the light

nico being the opposite, drawing attention to himself, all his questions loud, the sound of the forest and nature suddenly shushed, cut off

nico getting to camp and feeling out of place, as no hecate cabin was built, not being claimed. bianca leaving, percy promising, then bianca dying. percy bringing back a hecate figurine, but it being too late; nico slipping into the shadows

nico slowly teaching himself shadow travel and mist control but having to stop days after a simple trick

nico arriving in the maze, using what he could of the mist to distract and confuse monsters

percy and them finding nico, who casts a black stone wall (a trick of the mist) to stop kronos from coming after them, revealing his godly parent

nico having a little bit of necromancy powers, but only for fellow hecate demigods. nico using this in his advantage in the titan war

nico leaving camp after the titan war, only showing up when percy went missing to help look for him. nico finally having his own cabin

nico's mom tipping him off about hazel, and hades and hecate's agreement to let nico pass through the doors of death safely

nico traveling with reyna and coach hedge, helping reyna shadow travel and healing with spells

nico teaching will stronger and faster healing spells to use on the campers

nico learning slowly how to embrace his powers, despite remarks he got over the years of people calling him a freak. nico not feeling so left out and alone

WILL:

son of iris

naomi solace falling for iris' kind eyes and smile that stretches to her eyes, iris falling for naomi's shining eyes, as if the sun lived there

will getting to camp and staying in the hermes cabin until after the titan war, where he was claimed the minute the iris cabin was finished being built

will being able to pull light out of nowhere, in the darkness of nights, like a beacon

will seeing being a healer as art, fixing what's broken and putting it right again

will using his mom's communication skills to calm people down in time for him to heal them, occasionally with the help of nico

will helping the aphrodite cabin with educating people about acceptance and accepting their selves and others

will being chosen to help apollo after he was turned human because of his kind nature and patience

will overall being a ray of sunshine whenever people need him, whatever the circumstances

BONUSES:

clarisse as a nike demigod, and being almost intolerable with her competitve behavior

meg mccaffrey as a dionysus demigod

alex fierro as a hermes demigod

magnus chase as an apollo demigod

mallory keen as a dionysus demigod

halfborn gunderson as an ares demigod

tj as a nike demigod

blitzen as an aphrodite demigod

hearthstone as a hecate demigod

you're welcome

#pjo #hoo #au #pjoau #hooau #percyjackon #annabethchase #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #hazel levesque #frank zhang #reyna avila ramirez arellano #nico di angelo #will solace #clarisse la rue

[mor3tti]

Boy Wonder & The Young Goddess  -Chapter One-

Dick Grayson (titans) x Reader

(Dick Grayson GIF not mine)

My first story ever to be posted on tumblr! This character is a whole shamble, I’ve taken heavy inspiration from She-Ra (binge watched the new netflix series) and also Captain Marvel because who doesn’t like a powerful woman? This first chapter doesn’t have much interaction between Dick and y/n but it’s all about the slow burn right? Send me an ask if you have any questions/suggestions or improvements! 

This will be a series! So stay tuned for more chapters to come!

The plot: When Y/N gets a sign from the gods to go after a troubled girl, she stumbles upon and reconnects with a dear friend from her past. 

Warnings: none

Dick was sitting at the dining table, brooding over a stale cup of coffee Rachel made him about twenty minutes ago. She was sat on the couch a couple meters away from him, flicking through the channels on the tv, Gar next to her trying to snatch the remote out of her hands. Kory was in one of the other rooms, ‘resting’ but Dick knew she was avoiding him. They had been staying in one of Bruce's apartments for nearly a week now after Jason let them in. His hands gripped tighter to the cup from thinking about Jason. The ‘new Robin’ his replacement. Replacement? Labelling him as if he wasn’t good enough. He didn’t survive all the hate from Bruce just to be replaced. He had to become someone else.

“Gar what the hell?” Rachel’s voice broke him out of his thoughts. He looked to where they were and on the ground sat the remote, broken. “I’ll try to fix it, for you.” He stumbled out, trying to make it up to Rachel. She just huffed and sat further down into the couch as he scrambled up the pieces. Dick got up and paced around the room. There had to be something they could do to protect Rachel before anything else happens to her. They couldn’t just relax here. Rachel and Gar kept bickering to each other before she ended it. “Look now it’s just on the weather channel which is so useful to us. Now we can’t even check the news to see if any more strange occurrences coming after me have been seen!” This shut Gar up but she immediately felt bad. She knew he was just trying to help but everything weighed down on her causing her to snap. Dick strolled over to them, leaning on the couch.

He watched the man on the tv pointing around the map at each city. Their town was shown to have sunny weather with only partial clouds. He looked out the windows quickly to check but had to double take what he saw. He slid open the door to the balcony and stepped out to hear thunder striking in the distance. “What the hell is this?” It was all rolling towards them quickly. “Sorry if Rachel and I were being too loud…” Gar said as he came up behind Dick, seeing the sky shift as well. The lightning was striking hard and fast. It came nearly every few seconds, lighting up the sky through the heavy clouds. Dick stared at them, paying close attention to them. Something was off. “Hey Dick isn’t lightning meant to be uhh, white?” That was it. He looked at it again and instead of cool, white stripes the sky was filled with golden strips of flickering light. Even the thunder sounded different. It was more of a drum-like rhythm than random bursts of sound.

“Is something wrong? Should I get Rachel?” Gar had immediately set into protective mode but it was unnecessary. “No, but someone is coming.” He went back into the lounge room with Rachel still sitting on the couch, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He stood there looking out the window, scratching his cheek out of anxiousness. There was only one answer to who was coming. “They’re not here to hurt you Rachel.” He looked over to her to at least try and calm her. “I’ve known them since we were kids. We grew up together, she was another side kick per say.”

“She huh?” Kory decided to step in. “It’s not like that, it shouldn’t even matter to you anyway.” Dick muttered, not having any patience to argue with her.

“She’s coming- well already here, for a reason. She never does anything out of spite or vengeance.” He looked back over to Rachel then to Gar and finally Kory. He turned around and walked up to the glass, seeing that the lightning had already come closer to them. He hadn’t seen you since you were both about seventeen. He was still Robin and you were still only Y/N. He was still under Bruce’s control then but your time with Dick had been spent trying to pull him from that leash he held over him. You were always a sign of hope, of light.

“All I know is that she’s here to help.”

-

Whoever they were fighting, they were definitely winning. You could see his cape flying around, blood dripping off it. Inconsistent flames were getting thrown about, nearly singeing everyone on the spot. A young girl cowered, clenching her fists while backed up into a car, trying her best to stay away from it all. A tiger leapt over the same car, frightening the poor girl even more. Although it sounded like a tiger and moved like a tiger, there was something off about it. In the limited amount of moonlight the animal shone green. The flamethrower seemed to run out of puff as she stomped her boots into the bitumen, charring it slightly. He was on the ground now, getting pummelled into by multiple men. “Just get up already.” You huffed out, knowing that deep inside him he had the power to rise and keep fighting.

They kept kicking, thrusting their feet into him, no mercy shown. His head rolled to the side, even though you were squatted on the rooftop of a building out of their sight, you could tell that he was begging anyone for help. You sniffed in some of the smoggy air and looked around, making sure there was no one else that had to be involved in all of this. You pushed yourself up from the harsh squat you sat in, walking away from the buildings edge. The gravel broke underneath you. You came to a stop about ten meters from where you were previously and craned your neck to look up at the sombre night sky above. The stars twinkled, egging you on, pushing you to help him. You ran your fingers over the sheath of the blade, rubbing the jewel embedded into the handle.

You cleared your throat, feeling the need for a drink after this battle. You inhaled a deep breath that filled the entirety of your lungs before letting out the oath. “To those before me, who let me breathe, who made me live. To those in front of me who I bring safety and salvation to. To myself, the bearer of power and caller of gods…” Your fingers started lighting up, running up the veins in your arms up through your heart. Golden light shone through your eyes, feeling the power rain down into you. Your boots, now turning into armour, ruffled up the gravel giving you some grip. You pumped yourself up with a few quick breaths and then took off, leaping into the air above the fight below. “I call upon Bia! Lend me your strength and you will live on!” You shouted, feeling the cold night air ripping past you. You glided through the air, every fibre of your body now changing. Your helmet formed Bia’s wings either side of your head as your now ever growing hair flew behind you like a cape of golden silk. Your simple mortal clothes now turning into the battle armour made by those who created Diana. Before your eyes your wristband morphed itself into a gilded shield. As you landed the ground cracked, splitting away from you. As you looked up, the men still beating Dick now turned their attention to you. Every cell of your body was now beaming with the utmost energy. Your eyes, now glowing as powerful as the sword in your hands. This distraction gave the fiery pink haired woman a chance to drag Dick away. The first attacker only got one footstep in before you launched yourself his way, bluntly knocking his face with the shield directly into the ground. An orb of energy warned you of the attacker coming from behind as you swung your leg around, breaking his jaw with all your might. Your morals were never to kill, only burden them with injuries much worse.

As a gunshot went off, you sprung at the bullet blocking it from killing the purple haired girl behind you. You took it into your chest, dissolving it. Before he could shoot again, you had already sliced his handgun down the middle with your sword, leaving him with a useless weapon and now a concussion. In the distance you could see his last attacker fleeing. You focussed in, hearing his necklaces rattling as he ran sloppily. You dropped your sword beside you as well as the shield and took off your helmet, unleashing your hair. Your sight zoomed into him, giving you the perfect shot. You thought you might as well have some fun so you threw your helmet straight at his back. The wings charging at him like an angered bull. His broken bones made his body cower to the ground, finishing off your job here.

Everyone was crowded around Dick, the purple haired girl shaking him, begging him to wake up. You cautiously stepped over to them, squatting down next to them all. You placed your palm onto his chest, above his heart. You could feel their stares cutting into your body but you had to focus on him. You closed your eyes and let yourself drift off to let their power guide you. Your fingertips tapped softly against his chest piece, trying to figure out who to call upon. Your mouth fell agape, their name whispering it’s way off your tongue. “Achelois, she who washes away pain, heal him through me.” A beam of glimmering light shone down from the sky above us all entering into you.

“No what the hell is this!” You heard the woman shriek. “Get your hands off of him, guys?! Anyone?” She looked around at everyone but they were too distracted by the light surrounding them. She raised her hands up at you but she was too late. Dick started coughing up blood into your chest. His grands grasped onto your shoulder plates as he pulled himself up from the ground.

The pink haired girl was still in disbelief as Dick carried on coughing into your chest, trying to catch his breath. “You haven’t done that in a while.” He choked out as he let out a blood covered smile. You patted him on the shoulder, showing the same welcome-back to him. You nodded to the tiger that was now a boy (you had to figure out how that worked) so he could come pick up Dick. The young girl rushed to his side, helping balance the weight of the muscular boy wonder. You turned with them and started walking back to a beat up van that you guessed was theirs. You could hear everyone’s footsteps except for one pair. You peaked over your shoulder, seeing her once again raising her hands. “Don’t you guys get it? She’s just some random girl who showed up and we don’t even know what she’s done to him! For all we know he could be slowly dying instead of healing!” A heavy protective tone coming from her.

Everyone turned around, the two teens struggling to turn Dick around with them. Her eyes started glowing green and her skin a bright orange, you guess she still had some left in the tank. Dick sighed, “Don’t try it Kory, it won’t work on he-“ before he could finish his sentence she shot out pure flames from her hands.

Dick was right, it wouldn’t work. Although it looked like you were getting burnt to a crisp, your cells were absorbing the heat energy she was emitting. The longer she carried on, the more energy you absorbed. You turned your head, looking back at Dick, your entire body looking as if you were the sun itself shining with all this energy. By the look on your face he could tell you were over her theatrics. “KORY STOP! IT ISN'T WORKING!” He yelled at her, his chest heaving from being both beaten to a pulp and being frustrated at her.

So then she decided to stop. She cowered over, exhausted from her attempt to hurt you. “What are you?” She panted out. She slowly walked towards you, patting your arm feeling for any heat. You reached your arm out to her but she cowered away. “I’m not going to hurt you… do you want all that” You motioned to where the fire was “back in you?” She was confused but nodded anyway. You set your hand onto her arm and let yourself go. Instantly the heat and energy streamed from you back to her. Her eyes fired back up into the bright green and her hands sparked out by her side. She shook her head the same way someone would if they had a brain freeze and then turned her attention back to you whispering out a quick “Thank you.”

Dick was still weak but he was slowly healing. You instructed Kory to drive you all back to wherever they were staying, which Rachel said wasn’t even their place. The tiger boy sat in the front seat with Dick being sprawled across both you and Rachel. You formed back into your usual clothes before you got into the car but threw the sword in the boot alongside Dick’s top half of his costume. We had to strip him down to properly heal him. Kory was not happy about that. Your back was up against the door with your legs sprawled out along the seat, Dick was laying against your chest, softly sleeping as he passed out from all his injuries.

You spoke quietly to Rachel, trying not to distract the two in the front. “In order to heal him” You looked down at him, he looked so quiet but so broken. “we need to work together.” She looked at her hands and shook her head, tears coming to her eyes. “I’ll just hurt him, I might even kill him…” She looked at you for some comfort so you reached out for her hand, entwining your fingers with hers. “I promise you, we will not hurt him. I can feel that you’re scared of your powers, your darkness.” Her eyes dropped into her lap. “But you don’t have to let it control you, it is a part of you and you can use it for good.” You egged her on with hopeful eyes. She squeezed your hand, telling you to go on. “Now you’ll feel my light go into you and your...darkness go into me” she yanked her hand away “it won’t hurt me, again we will balance each other out. It’s for him Rachel.” You rubbed his chest feeling his heartbeat steady. Kory’s stares didn’t go unnoticed, there must be something going on between them.

Slowly Rachel gave you her hand and you started. You taught her to look deeply inside herself and she explained the last time she healed someone it was traumatic for her. The poor girl had been through so much, too much. This reminded you of Dick when he was younger.

Her dark purple hair started to glow a bright lavender as yours crept into a dark grey. She was giggling, telling you she felt warm all over. Your body on the other hand felt uncomfortable, as if it was dying, but you would never tell her. Together you each put one of your hands on him and let your powers flow into him. He started wriggling around in your chest, showing you two that it was working. You laughed under your breath because even Dick’s hair started glowing as well. His eyes opened to all of you glowing together in the back seat causing him to sit up from your chest. He peeled off his mask and looked back at you.

“You’re here now?” He questioned. You nodded silently staring into his dark eyes. You didn’t know what to do next but he quickly pulled you into a tight hug. You were surprised from it but softened into it, letting his arms surround you. It felt so comfortable, so familiar. When you came out of the hug you looked over to Rachel awkwardly sitting there but her face softened. “You were the one who caused the lightning. The ‘gold glowing light’ as Gar described it.” You looked over to Dick and he was gleaming at you, he must have gone through so much before you got here.

“Yeah, that was me.” You chuckled out. “Sorry for the extravaganza of an entrance.” She giggled and looked out the window at the stars and then back to you. “They glow brighter when you’re around.” She smirked.

“A lot of things glow when she’s around.” Dick replied.

You could tell he meant himself as his smile grew that bit more. Together you all quieted down in the back seat, settling in for the ride. You placed your head against the window getting ready to sleep. Your eyes shut, but then an elbow nudged into you softly. You opened one of your eyes to see Dick looking down at you and then at his shoulder. You smiled and shook your head at him, he became giddy like a child. You leant in to his face and whispered “I’m not sleeping on you...especially when you smell like that.” You chirped, seeing the offended look rise on his face. This earned you a cold shoulder as he rested his head back on the seat, settling to sleep like that. You went back to your position on the window and nuzzled into it. He peeked at you one last time. Memories flashed from when Alfred would drive you home, both of you sleeping in the back seat.

Your position never changed, your face pressed up against the window with your elbow on the arm rest. He still found it to be quite uncomfortable and also quite adorable.

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OnThisDay: Jun 3rd, 2018

Title: Astray Jason Red Dragon

Here's an "Awesome!" & throwback birthday drawing for Jason 🐶⭐ (VI - Cuteness Mecha Leader). 🙂

A powerful upgraded for his armored "Astray Red Frame"! 😁 With triple gun blades (two weapons holding in and one at his backpack) and a newly look V-Fin on his forehead with energy V-form revealed (called the "Ddraig") , Astray Jason becomes a "RED DRAGON"! 🔴🐲 Now his cerbera straight won't be alone this time by equipping three gun bladed weapons called The "Caletvwlch". A total of 4 blades, he can now do some slice 'n dice through opponent(s)! 😁⚔️

Astray Jason Red Dragon Came from the real: MBF-P02 Gundam Astray Red Dragon

Armament(s):

• Beam Saber: Red Dragon is equipped with two beam sabers for close combat, they are located on the Red Frame's backpack which is lowered to the waist when the Flight Unit is equipped.

• "Gerbera Straight": A katana sword that is extremely sharp, and does not rely on the kinetic energy of a high-speed swing to cut. Unlike the normal Red Frame, Powered Red mounts the "Gerbera Straight" behind the left shoulder. This gigantic katana sword forge and created by Lowe.

• Caletvwlch: A customizable multipurpose equipment created by Lowe and mass produced by Junk Guild. The Caletvwlch is meant for cutting and induction welding, but can be used for combat if the limiter is disabled via a voice command. However, doing so would contravene the "prohibition of armed civilian armor" provisions, except when it is used for self-defense. The equipment normally consists of two blades and a welding torch, and is powered by an internal battery. During combat, it can function as a gun (aka G mode, where the welding torch functions as a beam rifle) or can be reconfigured into a sword (aka S mode).

It also has a scattering device that releases Mirage Colloid particles to help maintain the suit's balance while it moves in mid-air and to allow it to remain stationary in the air with ease. The particles can also create an air current to propel the MS and be used to detect any movements in the surrounding area. An unintended side effect is that the scattered Mirage Colloid particles can disrupt the Mirage Colloid stealth system of other armors nearby.

There is also the full disable mode, whereby the safety limit of the Caletvwlch is disregarded allowing it to fire a dangerously high amount of energy at its target, destroying it in one hit. However, doing this damages the Caletvwlch and renders it unusable. The Red Dragon has three Caletvwlchs on the Flight Pack, and their mirage control capabilities are improved due to synergistic effects.

Special Equipment(s) / Feature(s):

• External connector: A connector for attaching additional equipment to the back of the suit. It is similar in function to the hardpoint on the back of the Strike armor. The connector is exposed when the Red Frame's backpack is lowered to the back skirt armor.

• Flight unit: A modified version of the original M1 Astray's flight unit, the flight unit seems to be attached to the external connector on Red Frame's back and serves only as a supplemental booster as Red Frame's backpack is still present. In the Red Dragon form, the Flight unit is modified to allow the mounting of three Caletvwlch units.

• Ddraig Head: A head unit designed by Lowe Guele, it is to be used in conjunction with the Caletvwlch. It has enhanced sensors, Mirage Colloid control functions in corporation with the Caletvwlch, and can emit a beam antenna in various shapes depending on the need from the back of the V-fin.

Jason Watterson, Jr. - owned by Estar99 Armor (Mobile Suit Gundam SEED Destiny Astray R) - Gundam Series © SUNRISE, Sotsu

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You Deserve More (More Than What I Have)

Fandom: Batman

Note: I know I'm a day late! Please forgive me, I got home at six, sat down at seven and been working this out till 1AM. Qalbi means “my heart” and Ekhwah means "older brother" in Arabic and Chikno means "son" in Romany (at least that’s what I found online!) I loved the idea of Damian taking care of Mar’i and him giving her a cutesy nickname and Damian and Dick openly acknowledging their relationship is different than just a brotherly bond so… I edited this chapter to make Mar'i call Damian "Ekhwah" instead of "Uncle D" to get that across. If I am wrong about the translations- PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!! I am not meaning to offend anyone, just trying to tie in Damian's and Dick heritage!

This is also an unexpected continuation of my Nightwing and Flamebird fic "Being Enough"! (find it under my DickandDamiweek2019 tag, its Day 1!)

Scars, so many scars on the little body that Damian possess.

“They are from training, Grayson,” his Robin says. But Dick knows better.

The scars come from abuse, the torture, he faced in his time with his mother. And Dick- Dick is appalled that, within ten years, Damian acquired so many. So many that Dick hasn’t heard all the stories and some of them Damian doesn’t remember getting- because he was to young to even try to remember. And the worst part is that Damian refuses to see them anything more than training mistakes, that they were not his fault that others hurt him. But Dick tells Damian every night, every time he sees one that Damian is not the one at fault, that Damian is an amazing, beautiful child that deserves so much more than the world has to offer.

His face has two, both difficult to see, but Dick does so immediately. One jagged cut on the left side reaching from his ear to his jaw.

 “The one on the left was from one of my instructors that got too close and tried to kill me,” Damian explained, in the middle of a night where Dick was still Batman and Damian his Robin, shaking in Dick’s arms after a nightmare, “I was sad because he was one of the few people nice to me. He said I reminded him of his child. Later that year, I discovered Mother forced him to do it for my training. I killed him, I did not know his real name, but he was called Khalil… for he was the friendliest in the League.”

The other is straight down his right eye, cutting through his eyebrow-

 “Grandfather did it. To train me to have me get acquainted to feeling pain,” Damian continued into Dick’s chest.

 “What they did is not your fault,” Dick said into Damian’s hair.

His left arm held a few, two parallel puncture holes near his wrist-

 Damian whispered, in the quiet after a rough night of patrol- neither of them ready to be alone, “I was bitten by a poisonous snake and the antidote was on the other side of a mountain. It was for training.”

 Dick wraps his arms around Robin, enclosing his partner in his cape, “That should not have been forced on you.”

In the bend of his right elbow, uncountable needle marks-

 “I was regularly injected with varies poisons and drugs, Mother said to grow immunity to them. Too many to count. It was part of my training,” Damian-in a t-shirt and shorts- spoke at the Batcomputer, when he noticed Stephanie looking at his arm for a good minute and a half. He kicked his legs out, and looks just like a regular twelve-year-old, except the words coming out of his mouth.

 Dick placed his hand on Damian’s shoulder and retorted, “It should not have been.”

Connecting Damian’s shoulder and elbow on the back of his right arm is a slice that Damian refuses to talk about, no matter how much Dick tries to whittle it out of him. (Damian’s cousin gave it to him, when he was sleeping in his quarters. Damian remembers his resulting actions every time he turns around to get ready for his day.)

His left leg only has one scar, a large burn covering the back of his thigh-

 As Damian changed into his suit for patrol with Dick and Bruce, saw their glances towards his legs and went on, “It was part of my torture training,” glanced at Bruce then continued, “Mother said that I was to be subjected to it for multiple weeks.”

 Dick left his Nightwing suit to pool around his waist, then pulled the fourteen-year-old into his arms, “She should not have done that. You are amazing just the way you are, Dames.”

His right leg has a matching burn and line down his shin-

 “I broke my leg, the medical staff had to do surgery to repair it,” Damian said to Jason. Damian, Dick, and Jason had ducked into a safehouse to wait out a thunderstorm that broke out in the middle of patrol. They had been in the middle of a change when Jason asked about it.

 “How did you break your leg?” Dick inquired.

 The fifteen-year-old paused for a few minutes- face contorted as if he was trying to remember- then, “I was being tortured by an enemy of the League. She broke my leg, so I broke her spine, then ran to the sea and swam twenty miles to a League ship I knew would pass at the time. They sent me to one of their medical facilities and I finished the mission in a week.” As he spoke the three of them rested on the couch, Dick stretching across the middle and left cushions, Damian sitting on the left on, and Jason walking into the kitchen for a bottle of water.

 “They did not deserve your loyalty,” Dick said softly, foot poked at Damian’s thigh.

His neck had one—

 Damian threw Dick’s door open, ran into Dick’s arms, and pointed to his neck, “It killed me… I think? Grandfather often put Mother in the Pit if she died during training. I don’t think Mother could stop him if I died. I-I can’t remember it very well… But when I woke up, Mother said I failed my training and had to do it over again. I didn’t remember till I had a nightmare last night.” Damian expounds, as if he had to get if off his chest, then broke down on Dick’s chest.

 “You deserved better than that. You deserve more than I have,” Dick said to the sixteen-year-old. Dick threw up that night and every time the light caught Damian’s neck just right, he- he grew green.

His hands had too many to count, burns, cuts and scrapes-

 “The only one I remember is the one Mother gave to me,” Damian quietly lets out, tracing his index finger over the small cut on the back of his hand. Dick, Kor’i, and Damian was in the middle of a movie at Dick’s apartment. Kor’i had visited during Damian’s visit- Dick hoped his girlfriend and Damian would get along- which they did, much to Dick’s surprise the first time, so they started monthly movie nights.

 Dick removed his arm from around Kor’i’s shoulders, clasped the seventeen-year-old’s hands in his and responded, “I’m sorry she hurt you. But I’m proud you don’t let it rule over you,” then placed kisses on all the scars he could find on the fingers and palms, when Dick was done, he wiped the tears that fall from the younger man’s eyes and the female alien wrapped her arms around Damian’s shoulders.

His chest is blanketed with multiple cuts and burns-

 Damian points to a small cut on his right pectoral muscle after Cass brushed her hand across his chest in questioning manner as Dick finished up stitching a knife wound on her forearm, “This is from a training with one of Mother’s guards,” long slice across from his right shoulder to left hip, “Grandfather wanted to know how many people I could take at once, I reached twelve before I passed out,” medium burn across the abdomen, “I was defending Mother from an inflamed log falling on her,” puncture marks on his left shoulder, “I was blindfolded and shot with an arrow, it was supposed to help with my spatial awareness,” then finally the long cut in the middle of his chest, “You remember this one, but the Heretic.”

 Cass nodded and grasped his hand, gave it a quick squeeze before she hopped of the gurney in the Batcave. Dick turns towards his twenty-year-old brother and pulled him into his arms, “You are so amazing, Dami, and these marks are just reminders. And I am so proud.”

Damian’s back is covered with bumps, cuts, burns-

 Dick rubbed Damian’s back as the twenty-three-year-old retched into the toilet, he could see the scars on Damian’s back and felt them under his palm. When Damian finished, Dick brought a glass of water up to his lips, Damian took a small sip, then spit it into the toilet, then flushed it. “Which one do you want to know about?”

 “Any of them, all of them.”

 “There are too many whip lashes for me to remember; everytime I passed out Grandfather would tie me to a post and ‘whip the exhaustion out of me’, there is the spinal replacement cut and the Heretic sword exit wound you remember, but I think…” Damian grabbed Dick’s hand moved it to the middle of his back then to the side just a bit, “I got stabbed there by a rogue assassin, had to replace my kidney,” Dick’s hand was guided to the opposite side but up some, “That was… one of Grandfather’s men, I think, I was walking to my next lesson and one of them threw a throwing star at me,” a burn mark on Damian’s right shoulder, “One of my instructors began to burn my clothes, and if I flinched or made a noise, she cut me with her knife.”

 Damian dropped Dick’s hand and threw his head back into the toilet to wretch again, and Dick resumed his massage, “You, Damian, are so amazing. Do not let anyone tell you otherwise. You make me so happy for you to be a part of my family.”

 When the bathroom door opened, Dick’s head spun till he saw his daughter, “Mar’i what are you doing up, sweetie?” he asked.

 Mar’i looked at Damian as he rested his cheek against his arm that was on the toilet seat, “I had to potty, and I was wondering what was going on,” she said, “Is Ekhwah okay?”

 Damian smiled at the child, “I will be fine, Qalbi, and I am sorry you can not use your bathroom right now.”

 Dick stood up and washed his hands in the sink as Damian was talking, then turned to his daughter, “Why don’t you use Mommy and my bathroom? Come on.” Mar’i nodded and Dick grasped her hand, walked her to the master bedroom.

 When he opened the bedroom door, he saw Kor’i was blinking her eyes open and looked around, “Dick? What is happening?”

 Dick offered a small smile and opened his mouth to answer but Mar’i spoke first, “Ekhwah is sick and I had to potty. But, Daddy, I have a question,” then with all the seriousness a five-year-old can possess, she asked, “Why does Ekhwah have so many marks?”

 Couple of weeks later, Damian finds himself babysitting Mar’i, Kor’i and Dick trusting him to protect and care for their five-year-old daughter while they have a “date night”, she asks him, “Ekhwah, when did you get your scars?” tracing the marks of his arms up and down.

Damian just looks at the small child in his lap- as she was tired playing with her toys and wanted her Uncle D to talk to her, “Well, Qalbi, I got some of them when I was your age. Others I got when I was older.”

“Did your mommy and daddy not kiss them better? ‘Cause my mommy and daddy always kiss my boo-boos till I feel better.”

“No, my mother did not care for kisses and the like, and when I met my father, I was too old for kisses,” Damian explains, much to Mar’i’s surprise.

“Too old for kisses? How old is too old for kisses? I love kisses!” Mar’i exclaims, arms wrapping around Damian’s shoulders, finding comfort in his arms- as if thinking one day she would be refused kisses.

Damian’s heart seizes in his chest, the child’s innocence making him love her even more and he squeezes her to his chest, “I do not think you will ever grow too old for kisses, Qalbi. Your parents will give you kisses and hugs for as long as they can, as long as you let them.”

“Good, I love hugs and kisses. But, Ekhwah, where did your scars come from? They have to have hurt.” Mar’i asks innocently, green eyes wide and tan face scrunching in a pout.

The question causes Damian to stop, collecting his thoughts, then gently saying, “My scars come from my time in the League of Assassins. I was hurt a lot, everyday. My mother said that it was training; but, it was not. It was abuse; do you know what that means?” Damian looks at Mar’i, the small one shaking her head, “Abuse comes in many forms, but mine was mental and physical abuse. My mother- she was not a good person, when I was small, she hit me many times a day, forced me to do things that I did not want to do, and did not let me have my own opinions or thoughts. It is a very serious issue, and not to be treated lightly.”

Damian pauses and gives Mar’i a serious look and tells her, “Mar’i, if anyone—anyone—hurts you on purpose, it is not training or playing. Your mother and father will not hurt you like mine did, but know that if you get hurt by anyone or anything, I will help you. Promise me that if you feel hurt, scared, or angry, you talk to your parents- or me if you want- because I can grantee that we will always care for you.”

Mar’i nods, face serious and voice having a determined tilt, “I promise, Ekhwah, if I feel scared, hurt, or angry, I will tell Mommy, Daddy, or you.”

Damian hears a sniffle from the doorway and swivels his head to see Dick and Kor’i, both having watery eyes, walking into the room. Mar’i gets off Damian’s lap and runs over to her parents giving them hugs, “Mommy! Daddy!” Then she tugs on Dick’s pants, causing him to kneel in front of her, “Ekhwah said that his mommy didn’t like kisses and when he met Grandpa Bruce, he was too old for kisses! But he also said my parents aren’t like his; so, I won’t ever be too old for kisses.”

Dick looks at Damian with inquisitive eyes, which causes Damian roll his eyes and nod. Kor’i looks in between her husband and the person she has grown too love as a son, then tells Mar’i “Mar’i, you need to pick up your toys. It’s almost bedtime.”

Damian and Dick step out of the room and Dick wraps Damian into a hug, “I’m so proud of you, Chikno.”

“Why?”

Dick takes a step back and explains, “You openly acknowledged that your childhood was not training. That is a huge step and you took it. I’m just so happy you can see it now.”

Damian tilts his head to the side then shrugs his shoulders, “I guess.”

Suddenly Mar’i runs into the hall and flies, literally, into Damian’s arms, “Ekhwah! Can you tell me a bedtime story? I want to hear one about Nightwing and Flamebird!”

“Of course, but perhaps your father should join us, he is half of those stories.”

Dick watched as his two kids walk ahead of him, let’s a smile slide across his face, and follows them into Mar’i’s room.

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Chivalry || A Medieval AU Chapter 1

Dick Grayson x OC (Bella Nyx)

Jason Todd x OC (Jackie Arcelia)

Chivalry Masterlist

Here it is! The first chapter of my Medieval AU. I have no clue how many chapters this will be! But it’s gonna be long! I hope you enjoy

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Three princes rode on horseback through the forests of Gotham, carrying around the the wild game that had been caught throughout the day. The three had fallen into quiet banter.

“I just don’t understand why Jackie makes you the best weapons? What makes you so special?”

Jason smirked to himself, not glancing at his brother has his horse strode past him, “Guess I’m just irresistible Timbo.”

Before their bickering could continue, Dick cut in, “Alright you two. We can bicker about Jason’s special treatment later. For now we’ve got a job to do.” He rode in front of the two, only giving his brother’s a glance before looking back ahead.

Following behind his older brother, Jason groaned “Speaking Of special treatment, anyone wanna tell me why Hell spawn isn’t here?”

Dick chuckled, “If he found out we were hunting, we would be the ones being hunted.”

The three carried on through the forests of Gotham, collecting game as they went. When they had finished their hunt, the sun was dipping down the horizon, “Seems like a good time to head back. There have been rumors of bandits stalking the forests at night.”

“Bandits? Give me a break Tim. We’ve been training to fight since Bruce adopted us. I think we could handle a couple of outlaws”

Tim’s horse fell into pace next to his brother’s “I’m not saying I disagree with you Jason, but it would be better to avoid any unnecessary fights.”

Dick rode in the front of the group, heading back to the castle, “Relax guys. What bandit is going to stupidly attack 3 armed princes?” His laugh hung in the air, then the world fell back into silence. The clop of horse hooves mixed with rustling leaves and chirp of crickets. The summer breeze swirled around them creating a mask of serenity.

A knife swam through the air, shattering the scene. Dick’s saddle strap was sliced, causing his horse to buck. His body slammed to the forest floor, a groan escaping his lips. Jason and Tim drew their swords, surveying the area around them. Dick rose from the ground, drawing his sword as well, “Who’s here?”

A figure cloaked in black dropped down from a tree in front of him. They had a hood and mask covering their face. The only thing not shrouded in darkness was their violet eyes. Jason almost laughed at the figures small stature, but an elbow to the ribs from Dick made him focus back in. The men stood in defense, their weapons raised. The stalemate was broken when Tim stepped forward. Before they could blink, two knives plunged into Tim’s pant legs, pinning them to the ground. Jason and Dick surrounded the intruder, circling around them. The bandit glanced around themselves, searching for a easy exit. The two princes were closing in, leaving only a few strategies. They turned just in time to see Dick lunge at them. Quickly she slid underneath his legs, the knife she held close slicing his change pouch off his belt.

“Hey! Don’t you know it’s not nice to steal?” The only response to Dick’s quip was a quick kick to the gut, making him slide back a few inches.

Jason rushes forward. Raising his sword, he swung it through the air, aiming to deal a blow on their shoulder. To his surprise he was met with two daggers holding his weapon in place. In his moment of confusion the bandit had twisted it out of his hands. “Aw c’mon! Jackie just made that! I suggest you give that back”

Now wielding the sword, the bandit stepped forward. They held the point of the sword under Jason’s chin, “And I suggest you stay put. One more step, from any of you, and I lodge this sword into his throat.”

Tim was still stuck to the ground,“Wait. You’re a girl?!”

“If that’s a problem I can kill you first,” She kept her eyes trained on Jason, but her tone caused Tim to flinch.

“Nope. That’s fine. I’m fine.”

Dick, eyes staring into the eyes of the bandit, spoke, “Alright, what do you want from us?”

“All the gold coins you carry with you. And three pheasants from your hunt.”

“Okay. Just let me get it. And we can all be on our way alright?” His eyes darted to the daggers by Tim. Slowly he inches closer to the saddle bags by Tim, cautiously watching the bandit. When he was close enough he snatched the two daggers, freeing his brother. Before the bandit could react, Dick flung one after the other. One sliced the top of her hand. Hissing, the sword fell from her grasp. Jason, now free, twisted her arm behind her back restraining her, “That was a nice try. Maybe next time don’t rob three princes all on your own.”

She struggled, but his grip wouldn’t loosen. Dick removed both her hood and mask. Purple hair flowed out of her cloak, her lips in a tight line. He froze, like he entered a trance. Jason rolled his eyes, pushing the girl forward, “Now is not the time for a staining contest. Tim, get the rope and held me bind her hands.”

Once her hands were tied, Jason let her go. She smirked to herself before rolling forward, grasping her knife in between her fingers. Expecting her to escape, the three closed in on her. Instead using all her strength with her two arms tied together, she flung the knife into a tree, in the direction of Gotham.

“You really don’t know when to quit.” Jason mounted his horse, Tim did the same, “C’mon Dickie. Time to go retrieve your lost steed. Until then, your in charge of watching the thief.”

He nodded pushing her forward, in the direction of Gotham.

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When the group had reached Gotham, the girl was immediately thrown into a cell. She would be awaiting a trial.

Under the cover of darkness, Jason slipped out of the castle. Avoiding the castle watch, he approached a shack not to far from the castle. Taking one more glance over the area, he quickly stepped through the door.

His eyes scanned the room, his gaze landing on his favorite blacksmith. Her back was to him, leaning over a table with a sword and rag in hand. Smiling he snuck up behind her. His arms wound their way across her waist. Squeezing her close, he spoke, “Surprised to see your still up.”

Her head quickly snapped in his direction, her hair hitting him in the process. She gasped, eyes lighting up, “Ah yes! Sir Chausses has arrived!” She turned in his arms, her arms latching around his neck, “You’re normally not this late. How dare you make me wait!”

“Before I answer that, care to explain what you just called me?”

“Sir Chausses, means from legs, and you my dear prince, have quite a lot of leg!” Her hand slapped against his thigh, a large grin spreading across her features.

She shook his head, pressing his lips to her temple. “You my love, are going to be the death of me.”

“Now where were you? Your normally here by sundown.”

“Sorry. We ran into a bandit on our way back. Nothing I couldn’t handle of course, but she did cause quite the delay,” Jason laughed. He smoothed down her hair, only for it to pop back into place.

“Oh well what can you do!” Kissing his cheek she suddenly jump, a squeal escaping her lips, “How was the sword? Did you like it?!”

Chuckling he nodded, “So did everyone else. Tim’s getting jealous. He might just start getting suspicious if you keep making me the best of the best,”

“Well my man deserve the best of the best! But I suppose I can thrown your brother a bone.”

Looking over her shoulder he spoke, “What are you working on? You don’t normally work this late.”

“Prince Damian, the delightful hufty-tufty, claimed his swords were too dull, and ever politely demanded I sharpened them all.”

Jason sighed and intertwined their hands together, “I’m sorry Jackie. I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow.”

“Hey it’s alright! It’s kinda my job silly! And I love my job!”

Raising her hands, he pressed two kisses to her knuckles, “But he doesn’t have the right to treat you like that.”

She smiled and let go of his hands turning back to her working table, “Technically, he does. He’s kinda the heir to the throne. He may be a pain in the ass, but he’s a royal pain in the ass. Meaning I have to do what he says.” She picked up the rag, and continued to polish the sword.

“One day I’m gonna knock that kid’s teeth in.”

“Well when that day comes I’d like a front row seat!”

“I think that can be arranged,” He wrapped his arms around her once again. The two enjoying each other’s presence until the sun started to rise over the kingdom.

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