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[FIC] Birb Funeral

Someone asked me a long time ago what would happen if in the Dearly Departed universe (where Jason is a Son of Hades and Nico is a Son of Jupiter, and everyone is conveniently where I wanted to place them) what would happen if Bianca ended up in Camp Jupiter and Nico ended up in Camp Halfblood. I wrote this a while back for funsies and probably won’t expand, but take an au of an au!

tl;dr: Godswap AU where Jason is a Son of Hades, Nico is a Son of Zeus, and they grew up as childhood friends!

A storm hits first. In twelve-year-old Jason’s ten years at Camp Halfblood, he’s never seen anything as abrasive and harsh as the dark clouds that consumes all winter sunlight, dimming the heavens as though he’s staring at his father’s domain itself. Thunder and lightning boom like a commandeering force, and the rain rattles against the magical barrier around Camp Halfblood, like pelting against hollow tin, but falls on campgrounds like a soft shower.

It rains for three days straight, weakening Hestia’s hearth, cancelling Capture the Flag, and irritating all of the Apollo Cabin, who grow antsy without the sun. Jason is nonplussed by the storm, comforted by the additional shadows that linger—but he’s never quite liked the silence it forced in Cabin Eleven. The silence that used to be comforting, but now hurts as he has to look at the empty bed—the one that reminds him his own chest feels empty, too.

On the third day, the eagles appear.

Jason’s already awake, inspecting the other demigods without cabins of their own as he hears the righteous call of three bald eagles flying through the forest. Other campers wake to their squawk, if not the thunderous storm as it seems to boom louder and demand their attention.

Then, a little boy appears through the forest, sopping wet and looking meager and small as he wobbles through the trees, with a nest of dark hair and bright blue eyes that reminds Jason of the days before the storm. He’s dressed in a ratty pair of jeans, caked in monster blood and—other blood, that immediately worries Jason—and a bright shirt with a lotus symbol on it. The eagles cry out again, encircling the little boy, and flank to either side of him like royal guards.

Jason jumps as those blue eyes scan their small crowd—widening as they make contact with Chiron—but then turns to him.

One of the eagles nudges the little boy, who stumbles forward.

“This,” the little boy says curiously, “is Camp Halfbird, right?”

Halfbird, Jason thinks, puzzled, and he swears he sees both eagles puff their chests out with pride. He doesn’t get to contemplate long—of all the people that are surrounding this little boy, those blue eyes are fixated on him, waiting for an answer. “It’s actually Camp Halfblood—but, yeah, welcome.”

“Oh,” the little boy says, and his shoulders heave. “Finally.”

And he collapses forward. There’s a cry in surprise—and out of reflex, Jason steps forward and catches him. His eyes trail over to the may stains on this boy’s shirt—the monster blood, the human blood—and he hears Lee Fletcher crying out for someone to get ambrosia, nectar, and all the works.

“Wait,” Jason hears himself saying, and the older son of Apollo stares at him in disbelief.

“Why would we wait, Grace?” Lee demands.

Jason props the boy up on his arm, the nest of dark hair bobbing as they move. “Because he’s snoring.”

Upon carrying the little boy to the infirmary, they all discover their newest camper has a vice grip and refuses to let go of Jason. Beckendorf, a much older camper, tries once while Jason takes this boy who can’t be older than nine or ten, and Jason’s head almost comes off with it. They stop trying when they hear a little sob. Jason thinks he hears a name—Bianca?—and confines himself to carry the boy to one of the cots.

Jason has to rock on his feet and stand to the tips of his toes—and practically falls over as he sets the boy down, arms still bound around him, but eventually manages to wriggle out of the grip. He stares at the boy, puzzled, as this new demigod just rolls into a ball, expression unseen.

The eagles caw outside—and from the window, Jason sees them soar past the window, evidently deciding to remain close.

“Jace,” Lee says, which startles him, “why don’t you get him some new clothes?”

Lee’s already washed his hands, rubber gloves on, and is picking up an arm to inspect this boy. He wrinkles his nose as his hand stains with mud.

“Oh—okay,” Jason says—and he stays just long enough for Lee’s apprentice and little brother, Will, pull a twig out of dark hair.

Jason sprints to the Big House. On his way back to the infirmary, he watches as both eagles spread their wings and shriek, glowering at him. Jason cringes, staring at them with hesitation.

The door opens, and Will pokes his head out curiously. He stares up at the rooftop and mimics Jason’s expression. “You think they’re going to stay long?”

“Hard to say,” Jason mumbles uncomfortably. He takes a thoughtful step towards the infirmary and the eagles make another sound of displeasure. A loud moan comes from the infirmary—childish and feeble, and the eagles suddenly cock their heads to that instead. Jason takes the distraction to climb the porch steps and sighs with relief. “Guess it depends on how long this kid wants to stay.”

Will pats his shoulder sympathetically. “We’ll find an animal that likes you eventually.”

New campers, of course, fall under the jurisdiction of Cabin Eleven, and Connor and Travis insist that this new kid already imprinted on Jason, despite not being the head counselor. Jason knows that this kid is recovering from whatever journey brought him to Long Island and the last thing he needs is to be at the mercy of the Stoll Brothers’ pranks, so he halfheartedly agrees.

The storm subsides pretty quickly after the kid arrives, and business seems to resume as usual. People are already placing bets on what cabin this kid belongs to—if he belongs to any cabin, and Jason tries very hard not to hope that this kid belongs in the cabin that the eagles and the obnoxious storm suggest.

He spends most of the time in the infirmary, passing on his sword-training classes to Clarisse—and the boy wakes up just long enough to be spoonfed ambrosia and change into a clean shirt and pants. Every day, they find at least one twig in his hair while they’re not looking. He doesn’t speak very much at first—eventually Will and Lee decide to just let Jason handle this kid on his own to tend to other campers who are at the mercy of Clarisse’s sword training.

On the third day of this kid’s arrival, Jason walks up the porch of the med bay and the eagles squawk angrily, per usual. Jason opens the door and notices the kid perk at his arrival, in contrast to the screaming eagles.

“You feeling any better?” Jason asks.

The blue eyes stare at him carefully, then nod. He squints thoughtfully at Jason, then speaks for the first time since arriving during the storm the other day. “They keep screaming death when you walk by.”

Jason blinks. “They?”

The boy gestures to the roof. “Lark and Sparrow.”

Blond eyebrows furrow together. “Who?”

“Lark and Sparrow,” the boy repeats.

It takes a moment, but Jason’s eyebrows raise, puzzled. “You mean the eagles?”

“Yeah.” The boy nods, then pauses. “They had an older sister—Cloud, but—well, she…” The boy’s eyes moisten and his gaze falls to his hands sadly. “She didn’t make it.”

Oh. Jason doesn’t quite consider it a superpower, but he can pick up on the tone of a mourning soul, even if it’s for an eagle. Lark and Sparrow, the eagles (Jason doesn’t think he’ll ever get his mind wrapped around that) clearly love this little boy very much. Unfortunately, no one at camp speaks bird, and they’ve gone almost a week now not knowing this boy’s story—even if he wants to tell it.

Jason retrieves a stool, setting aside the ambrosia sundae. “Do you…want to tell me about Cloud?”

The boy raises his head curiously, evidently surprised to be encouraged, and then nods. “Cloud was their leader. She’s the one that found me first in—in the accident. And then she promised me that the four of them would get to camp. She—” His voice cracks. “—she couldn’t keep that promise.”

Jason flashes a look of concern. After a few meals of ambrosia and clean clothes, the boy looks better, but feeling better is another story entirely.

“Lark’s a good listener though, I think she makes Sparrow feel better,” the boy continues.

The edge of Jason’s lip curls.

“What?” the boy asks, and he blinks.

“Nothing—I’m glad they got you here safe. I’m sure Cloud is proud,” Jason reassures. He reaches for the ambrosia sundae and at this point, the boy knows it’s for him. “I’ve never met birds that were named after other birds.”

The boy shrugs nonchalantly. “Names are names. Did you know that Hades named his dog Spot?”

Jason makes a face, watching as this boy pluck a cherry off the sundae and plop it in his mouth. Of all the deities the boy could have chosen (before they checked to see if he actually understands what’s going on—the death of Cloud the Eagle seems to suggest he does.) “I’ve—actually never thought about it that way.”

“It just sounds cooler because it’s Greek,” the boy says. “Like your name. Otherwise, people would be walking around calling you Healer.”

“I’m. Sorry, what?”

“Your name,” the boy repeats, and it’s impossible not to stare at the bits of whipped cream at the corner of his lip. “Jason.”

“You know my name,” Jason says slowly, on eyebrow arched in the air. This boy has been silent for the last two days, taking in his environment with wide, curious eyes. Jason had seen the boy’s mouth drop when Grover had come to check on him.

The boy’s cheeks flush, and he quickly nods. “I heard the other two say it.”

The other two, the boy said. Not Lee and Will. Jason blinks once again. “You know my name and you know the meaning behind my name.”

“It was in the Argonaut Expansion pack,” the boy continues. “The trivia in the wrapper.”

Much like Lark and Sparrow, Jason tries to connect the dots in his head. “You mean Mythomagic?”

The sundae falls from the boy’s hands, and to Jason’s surprise, those blue eyes suddenly glitter with excitement. “You know Mythomagic? Do you play? Do you have a favorite character?”

He’s vibrating in his seat, and Jason actually leans back to keep ice cream from falling on him. Jason reaches over and dabs the melted ice cream with a tissue. “I’ve dabbled. You’ll see some of the other kids playing Mythomagic here. It helps them understand our world better. Our—hey. So. Do you…understand how you got here? What’s going on?”

The boy stares at him, puzzled, evidently confused.

“So you and I—this entire camp,” Jason says slowly, “we’re halfbloods.”

“Halfbirds?”

“Halfbloods,” Jason corrects. “Demigods. It means that we’re half human, half—”

“Half god,” the boy finishes with an excited whisper. His eyes glitter again. “Like Mythomagic.”

“Yeah, exactly like Mythomagic—”

“Oh my god,” the boy says again—and the way he vibrates in the bed would make Jason think he was never healing in the first place. “My dad was a god? Oh my dad!”

Jason stares at the boy in surprise. For a kid that had emerged from the forest covered in blood and spoils, this is the quickest he’s ever seen a demigod recover from learning about their parentage. This kid is acting just like he sounds—a kid—and is now grinning from ear-to-ear.

“Who’s your parent? Apollo? Aphrodite?” The boy claps his hand on the mattress, then leans close to Jason with a gasp. “It’s Thanatos, isn’t it? That’s why Lark and Sparrow keep screaming death!”

“Um, Hades, actually—” Jason peels the ice cream sundae away from the bed before it can spill, unable to hide his surprise. Most people didn’t list gods outside the main twelve, let alone mention his dad’s lieutenant of all people. He expects the boy to gulp and shirk away at first—like other kids did when they realized they were suddenly standing with the child of the King of the Dead, but the boy’s hand fall and he stares at Jason with even more fascination.

“He has 4000 attack power,” the boy whispers in amazement. “5000 if someone else attacks first.”

Jason blinks, yet again confounded by this boy’s enthusiasm. “Yeah—I think I heard that. You’re not…scared?”

The boy doesn’t hear him. Instead, he’s mumbling again, evidently still stuck on Jason’s parentage with utter amazement. He falls silent, then looks back up to Jason with hopeful eyes. “Can we hold a funeral for Cloud?”

This time, Jason’s lips fold into the familiar shape, aching almost, into the first smile that he’s had in a long time. “Is that what you want?”

The boy nods up and down. “A funeral for Lark and Sparrow’s sister, and maybe a funeral for my—” The boy cuts himself off, the excitement suddenly waning. Jason can see it in the boy’s expression, something hitting him like a freight train, and it looks more solemn and more mournful than it did for Cloud.

Oh. This boy has seen death recently—and not just for the sister of someone else.

Jason reaches out and places a hand on the boy’s shoulder. Blue eyes look back up to him, sadder than the bouncing boy from before.

“We’ll give Cloud a Grecian funeral, just like in Mythomagic,” Jason says quietly. At the M word, the boy cocks his head back up, eyebrows furrowed. “And another for whoever else needs one. Whenever you’re ready.”

The boy sniffles, his eyes swelling with tears once more.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Jason repeats.

“Okay.” To his surprise, the boy throws his arms around Jason like the first day, vice grip and all.

Jason hesitates—but then folds his arms around the other boy, patting sympathetically as he hears the sniffles grow louder.

After Will and Lee give the okay, Jason plans a funeral in the woods for Cloud the Eagle—which quickly goes awry from the Grecian traditions that he had planned when Nico explains Lark and Sparrow’s constructive notes. Two of the notes include burying part of their sister “like humans do”—with things that she held dear. Nico whips a feather out of his hair, insistent that it came from the late bird, and explains that Cloud’s favorite items included bird seed and bottle caps.

Thus, Jason instructs Nico to fill a lunch box with bird seed and bottle caps (there’s a small intermission where Jason watches Nico lecture Lark and Sparrow about eating their sister’s afterlife food) before placing the eagle feather gingerly on top, then listens to Nico and the birds deliver a eulogy for their fallen comrade.

Grover plays the reedpipes as they lower the lunch box into the ground, and daffodils sprout over the mound. He’s touched, of course, that someone would care enough to want to hold a funeral for an animal of nature.

“Will Charon accept bird seeds?” Nico asks worriedly.

Jason doesn’t miss the way Grover suddenly squawks on the reed pipes, evidently amused by the question. He places a hand on Nico’s shoulder, not missing the way that Nico inches closer into his bubble. “Um, animals are out of Charon’s jurisdiction.”

Nico frowns, clearly upset.

“They usually get reincarnated. Sometimes as plants, or as new animals,” Grover explains. Jason has to hold back a sigh of relief—he doesn’t know how much more he can talk about death, but Grover is charmed enough. He gestures to the eagles. “Maybe a lark. Or a sparrow. Or—”

“Or a raven?” Nico asks.

Grover nods sagely, flashing a look that Jason has always received growing up. Then he ruffles Nico’s hair. “You sure know your birds, Nico.”

Nico shrugs, the worry about Cloud not reaching the Underworld dissipating. Then, he notices what Jason has been wary of since the young demigod’s arrival. Nico gestures to Lark and Sparrow, who’d given Jason the stink eye since arriving at camp. “Why don’t they like you? They keep calling you the Deathbringer.”

Jason cringes, and he notices Grover do it too. “Yeah—well, animals aren’t fond of me. They sense death.”

Another frown curls against Nico’s lips, and the next look that the flashes his birds causes them to behave and stand erect. “But you just helped them bury their sister.”

“Yeah, tell them that,” Grover mutters, and he nudges Jason affectionately.

“I am,” Nico assures, and he climbs to his feet. The eagles squawk nervously—and then Nico turns around, his blue eyes fully on Jason. “And you’re so cool.”

Grover spills into a grin, and Jason’s eyebrows raise in confusion. He can hardly call spending the afternoon filling a lunch box with bird seed and fending off grouchy birds cool. “You think I’m cool?”

Unabashed, this boy stares at Jason with the same intrigue as he did when Jason started comparing Mythomagic to their lives. “The coolest.”

Red flourishes in Jason’s cheeks, and Grover is elbowing him again. Before he can open his mouth, Nico turns to his pet eagles, hands on his hips like a doting mother.

“If you two can’t respect Jason for holding a funeral for Cloud,” Nico says in his best parenting tone, “then scram.”

Both birds make a sound, evidently shocked, but Nico places a hand in front of him, halting their speech.

“No,” Nico says, “I’ll be okay here. Please go home.”

Jason watches in utter disbelief as both birds pick themselves up, glaring at him, before flying away.

Grover pats him on the shoulder. “You don’t want to know what they said.”

Nico falls to his knees again and pets the daffodils over Cloud’s makeshift grave. His eyebrows furrow together, evidently troubled at the departure of their friends, but seems set on his decision.

When he gets over his stupor, Jason clears his throat and walks up behind Nico, finally able to get close to this little grave that he helped make without prying eagle eyes. He kneels to the ground and pats a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Let’s get you settled in at Cabin Eleven.”

#jasico #jason grace #nico di angelo #fic #dearly departed #au of an au #trying to find that writing bug while life is hectic

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artificialqueens · 6 years

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Daddy’s Boy Chapter 6 {baidore} - imafuckinglibra

I have nothing to say except Danny goes to class with Roy and they get very cute, I project some dysphoria on him and then Roy bottoms…Sorry not sorry. And it’s super long that I am sorry about but, any trans guys out there, can we appreciate how fucking amazing the Bono is? Anyway, enjoy bitches k bye.

The next week all the music majors who were competing in the upcoming talent show got the week off to prepare, Danny having already completed his song and most of his prep work decided to spend the first 2 days in Roy’s apartment getting high and cuddling with the dogs.

‪Tuesday night‬ he helped Roy make all the little pumpkin shaped waffles, the shape proudly picked out by Danny in celebration of Halloween. Seeing as Jason’s class managed to keep their end of the bargain and all got B’s, except one student who got a C, he had to keep up his end and reward them with the sweet treats. Danny made Roy keep his promise after he almost went back on his word because of the C even convincing him that giving everyone except that one student a waffle was just plain evil.

Roy always preferred being alone and enjoyed his solitude even growing up but he couldn’t deny since having Danny around he had been the happiest he ever felt. They’d become similar to a married couple in the short time they’d been together, Danny even once or twice dropping off lunch for Roy between classes or just popping in to say hi when he got bored.

After discovering everyone on campus already knew of their relationship neither of them hid their feelings for one another anymore and enjoyed the stress about getting caught being lifted from their shoulders. Roy had gotten a small slap on the wrist but was informed seeing as Danny wasn’t in any of his courses and thus their relationship couldn’t affect his grades or give him any unfair advantages, the university didn’t care what they did. How the university would respond to his drag? That was still an unanswered source of worry for Roy.

“This is fucking stupid.” Bianca groaned as she and Danny walked up the stairs to her classroom the next day.

Roy had kept his promise to both his classes, being surprised his final years actually managed to improve their grades 17%. Although he hated the idea of dressing as Bianca more often to school he had to admit bribing his students with her worked and if he ever wanted to improve their grades again he’d definitely have to pull her out once more.

Danny decided that Roy going to school as Bianca was a once in a life time opportunity he couldn’t miss and wouldn’t stop nagging his boyfriend till he let him tag along, promising to stay out of his way and keep himself distracted during lectures or being his personal assistant for the day. Danny even promised a little bonus for when they got home if Roy stuck it out as Bianca all day, which Danny was eagerly awaiting seeing as Roy shooed him away that morning when he tried to touch him claiming he couldn’t tuck with a boner.

They walked hand in hand each carrying the tupperwear containers into Bianca’s big empty classroom, Bianca greatful that they got there early enough when the campus was still empty. Danny excitedly hopped onto the desk, snaking his hands through Bianca’s arms as she stood with her hands on her hips looking at the PowerPoint for the day’s first lesson and pulled her in for a much needed kiss.

She moaned slightly into the kiss as it calmed her anxiety for the day ahead and placed her hands softly on his waist, noticing how the boy had gotten more comfortable around her over the last month. He no longer pulled away when she was touching his body, he would sometimes even swim around without his packer when they were at the weekly drag lunch and he never kept his shirt on around them anymore.

He still had bad days where he couldn’t bring himself to look at his body in the mirror but as soon as she picked up on it and went up to reassure him that she had him, he’d ease up. She loved seeing Danny grow to embracing himself more because well, she loved Danny.

He let go of her hips as they leaned more into the kiss and threw his arms around her neck careful not to disturb her perfectly placed blonde hair, moaning into her mouth and pressing his hips slightly against hers.

“If you pop my tuck I’ll kill you.” She threatened trying to disguise her smile at Danny’s now stained red lips before moving in for another kiss, he wrapped his legs around her padded round ass showing her he didn’t care when they heard footsteps and someone chattering behind them.

“Daddy’s gotta go to work.” Bianca smiled placing a peck on Danny’s pouty lips one last time softly trying to break from his grip but unable to unwrap his legs.

She did manage to turn around somewhat though to look at her students and smile at them as they walked in grinning or giggling at her. She wasn’t sure if it was because of the look she wore or because Danny was clinging to her like a monkey waving happily at people as they walked past them.

Most of them were dressed in the usual cliched costumes - a few slutty ones, characters from whatever horror movie had been released that year and a variety of other half ass attempts at a costume. Jerick however was in full Jinkx drag as Madeline from Death Becomes Her.

He walked in spotting the two and going to give Bianca a hug, giving her props for actually dressing in day drag when Danny held his long legs up blocking him from getting too close.

“Down boy.“ Bianca ordered slapping at his legs and giving Jerick an apology.

“Seems I won’t be needing this for once.” She joked holding up the airhorn and handing it to Danny behind her.

“As some of you may have noticed, I’m a new teacher here.” She gave them a small bow and motioned to the long, elegant red dress she wore.

“Yes, I am more strict than Mr Haylock so shut the fuck up and listen.” The class laughing as Danny nodded in agreement trying to keep his face as serious as possible to mimic her usual stern way. “I’m Bianca Del Rio, you can call me Jiggly. This is my muscles.” She pointed to Danny behind her as he flexed his arm and threw a hand around his bicep. Bianca just glowering at him before slapping his arms around her shoulders loose to go give them their papers back beginning her first lesson. Halfway through the day during one of her lessons Danny started getting sleepy with nothing left to do except stare at his boyfriend or girlfriend, as he opted to call her that day. He layed down on his arms, the soft furry material of his leopard jacket and watching her effortlessly moving around explaining something about textiles on the board making his eyes heavy.

Bianca noticed the boy was asleep when his snoring made her students snicker and a few point. She excused them for the day asking them to leave as quietly as possible so they won’t disturb Danny, clearly lost deep in slumber.

Bianca went through her drawers making as little sound as she could looking for her airhorn. She saw Jason and the others’ class coming in, Jason throwing his head back in laughter showing their friends Danny asleep on the desk and she quickly held a finger to her lips, all of them understanding her quiet gesture and scurrying to their seats without making a peep.

Bianca held the siren next to Danny’s ear while the class covered theirs a few still trying to contain their laughing. The horn went off making Danny jump out of the leather swivel chair, falling over as the students roared with laughter.

He looked up confused and saw Bianca sitting on the desk with her tongue in her cheek trying not to laugh with the others but quickly breaking face and flashing her big tooth grin holding her hand out to pull him up. His eyes flicked between her cackling and the extended arm still confused about why he was on the floor but knowing he couldn’t resist a chance to get some form of revenge.

He grabbed the tan hand, smirking at her and pulling her roughly off the desk. She fell on top of him with a loud scream Danny had never heard before. She was slapping his chest and cursing at him for pulling the stunt, some of the students taking photos of their usually uptight teacher on the floor with her younger lover acting like children. Danny jumped up holding out his hand this time to help her up but she slapped it away and got up herself grumbling something to herself.

She announced to the class that they all managed somehow to get B’s and ordered Danny to go fetch some paper plates and utensils from the cafeteria so she could hand out their sweet rewards. He returned 15 minutes later, Bianca frowning with an exasperated sigh before dropping her head into her palms shaking her head when he skipped back into class. She yanked the plates from his hands as he sat down next to her.

“How high are you right now?” She asked squinting at him.

“Almost as high as that hair of yours, baby.” He poined to her updo and turned back to face his giggling peers.

“Well since I now need to babysit this asshole and we already missed a good chunk of our time available.” Bianca sighed looking at the big clock on the wall. “How about some waffles?”

The students cheered all taking a plate and little plastic fork from her while Danny followed putting a waffle already covered in syrup on each. There were still a few left so Danny helped himself happily munching away as Bianca stared with a hint of lust in her eyes every time his puffy lips parted to take another bite. She grabbed hold of his wrist and stole a piece off the fork while maintaining eye contact with him forgetting they weren’t alone.

“She does that a lot. It’s mean.” Danny announced shaking the confusion of what just happened off.

"What’s he like at home?” Someone yelled making Bianca quickly glare up at them.

“Hm…” Danny took another bite, chewing thoroughly and thinking it through. “Really comfy to cuddle, super sweet…gives really great head.“ Danny smiled, looking at Bianca’s open mouth with eyes wide in horror that he actually said that out loud.

"Do you guys live together?”

“Nope.“ Danny answered Bianca just shaking her head asking her students if any of them had snuck liquor in by any chance.

"Liar.” Jason yelled out, him and Dustin nudging each other knowingly. “Danny hasn’t been home since last Thursday.“

"Will you shut the fuck up?” Bianca growled in their direction making Jason’s smile drop and Kim sitting next to them turn pale.

“Who wants to see the cutest picture of him ever?“ Danny yelled enthusiastically jumping off the desk, Bianca staring mortified at him shaking her head frantically to try and stop him as he turned on the projector while swiping through his phone.

Bianca picked something up and went to go sit down next to a terrified Kim, putting a letter opener in his hand and holding it to her throat. “For the love of God end my suffering.” She dramatically begged.

Danny stuck his tongue out and put his phone under the projector, the entire class awing as some girls started calling out how sweet it was and commenting on how in love they looked.

Bianca looked up to see a photo of them in bed, both with their glasses on. Roy was grading something wearing Danny’s old shirt with Sammy asleep on his chest as Danny rested his head in Roy’s shoulder smiling contently.

Danny continued swiping through the folder showing more photos of them together. The first one they took at the dog park, another one of them eating sandwiches in the park, one of them with Danny leaning against Roy’s shoulder backstage at the club after he dedragged, one with Roy in half drag with a hat on his head and his arms tightly around Danny’s neck, one of Danny sitting on Willam’s kitchen counter, arms wrapped around Roy as the older man kissed his cheek with a slight smile visible in his dimples.

"That was the day of our first kiss…” Bianca finally spoke unaware of what else to say to the smiling Danny just nodding at her.

He kept swiping through the folder, it finally hitting Bianca just how many photos Danny has taken of them together before the pictures turned into just Roy in every day life. He felt his heart ache seeing physical evidence of how much they truly loved each other, the boy grinning uncontrolably at each one commenting on what Roy was doing in them and why he loved him in each one.

“I’m not even at the best one yet, wait.” Danny giggled blushing slightly and biting his thumb. “Here it is.” He finally stopped, covering his mouth as his entire face lit up.

It was a photo of him and Roy in there usual sleeping position, the light from the window hitting Roy’s beautiful unconscious face as his arms were holding tightly onto the younger man. Danny was nuzzled up to him with his lips against Roy’s stubbly jaw looking up at him with more love in his eyes than Roy ever thought possible. Bianca’s eyes switching between staring at the lit up screen and Danny’s giddiness zoning out the class as if they were the only two people in the world.

“Wait, I have one better.” Danny suddenly said pulling his phone away, swiping at a lighting fast pace till he showed the picture of Roy from the back. His naked firm ass and toned back decorated in both fresh and faded scratch marks and bruises, fully on display as he made them breakfast holding Dede in one hand singing with the dog.

“Okay that’s enough!” Bianca shrieked and jumped out of her seat, quickly sprinting down the steps to grab Danny and throw him over her shoulder attempting to walk him out of class. The class laughed and cooed at them as Danny kicked his legs and slapped her ass till she turned around and let go. She put him down on the desk, cupping his cheeks and pulling him in for a tender kiss.

“If y'all tell anyone about this I’m flunking all of you!” She threatened when she heard someone wolf whistling but Danny quickly pulled her back against his lips smiling all the while.

After the class ended and Bianca had a quick lunch break she ordered Shane to take Danny home, after getting high with Jay and showing everyone their relationship she couldn’t risk having him there anymore.

Jason stopped Danny on the way out saying the birthday present that he had ordered a few weeks before had finaly arrived at their apartment and suddenly Danny no longer cared about missing the rest of the classes. He knew exactly what it was and couldn’t wait to open it, he especially couldn’t wait using it on Roy as revenge for not letting him touch him that morning.

After taking a few selfies with his new packer on, liking the thick bulge it gave him in his small briefs he sent the best of the bunch to Roy. He liked teasing Roy knowing the older man couldn’t resist him, he also enjoyed this new found confidence he had since being with him.

He never treated him like he was any different than any cis guy unlike his exes had or tended to do, which was a new and refreshing experience for him. He checked his phone to see if Roy had opened the picture yet and was dissapointed that he hadn’t, assuming he was probably busy with a class but snorting at the thought of Roy in drag in front of the class again.

“Guess I’ll take a nap then.” He spoke out loud to himself looking around the apartment, feeling suddenly very alone. He was always either with his friends or Roy and even when he was alone at Roy’s apartment he was with the dogs.

He woke up an hour later, first checking his phone to see if he had gotten any replies but was quickly disappointed to see that still hadn’t gotten a response from Roy, pouting he decided it was time for the big guns.

He took his shirt off and flipped onto his stomach lifting his ass just enough so it could be fully on display in his red underwear, his beautiful hazel eyes staring directly into the camera. He knew he’d get punished for this later but he couldn’t resist, the urge to tease Roy too great. A few minutes later he saw his phone light up.

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Danny’s face lit up and he pulled his jeans on and dug through his pile of clothes he’s stolen from Roy’s over the last month that they’ve been together, slipping on his long black tank top and grabbing his keys feeling victorious for getting a reaction for Roy finally when he knew his boyfriend was already upset with him for earlier’s show.

He skipped to the campus hoping to surprise her but stopping by Shane’s class first to ask about the show. He went to the bathroom to check himself out now no longer in his Kurt costume and making sure he looked good enough to make Roy, or Bianca in this case, regret not letting him have his way with her before school. He walked over to the urinals and looked down at the bulge in his baggy blue jeans, his joy quickly turning to fear when he remembered the packer he had in wasn’t an stp.

Danny - ‪14:43‬

i need you. Bathroom in your building please

Danny - ‪14:44‬

i really really need you roy!! Please hurry!!

Danny - ‪14:49‬

ROY PLEASE ITS AN EMERGENCY

Danny - ‪15:02‬

roy im really scared please come here!!!!

Bianca unlocked her phone after letting her last class for the day out, her heart falling out of her body when she saw the 10+ texts she had missed. She dropped everything and ran down the stairs pushing any students still in the hall out of the way. She got to the bathroom noticing only one stall was occupied.

“Shit…“ She whispered, recognizing Danny’s old converse poking out underneath it. It felt like someone had ripped her heart straight out of her chest, her panic growing by the minute as different scenarios ran though her mind.

"Dan?” She knocked on the stall door carefully, unsure of what was going on but knowing it can’t be good based on Danny’s frantic texts.

She heard the little click from the lock, the red little indicator turning white to show ‘unoccupied’ and felt her chest grow even heavier than it was a minute ago. Danny opened the door, not making eye contact with her but just gripping his phone tightly in his hand and walking into Bianca’s familiar protective embrace, pressing his face into her padded bosom feeling the sequins against his cheek.

“Sorry.” Danny whispered, his voice barely audible and shaky. They heard someone coming in but before they could see who it was Bianca told them to beat it in the most aggressive voice Danny had ever heard him use, even flinching a bit at the sudden harshness. He didn’s speak once as Bianca lead him to his classroom just gripping his hands tightly.

“I’m so sorry, baby…” Bianca finally broke the silence when they got into her car. “I…I should’ve been there when you needed me. Would you rather go back to your place?” Her voice was soft and sounding as if she was trying to hide her own emotions.

Danny felt bad for causing his love to worry so much, he looked up at Bianca loving placing his hand on the older man’s face, running his finger along the painted jaw.

“I want to go to our home, please.”

Bianca kissed his hand, taking it in his own as they drove home. Danny explaining that he wasn’t wearing an stp and that even now, 5 years later bathrooms were his biggest fear.

Whenever he went into one he felt his anxiety skyrocket even though he passed and once someone even complimented his stp not realizing it was a prostetic when they were standing at the urinals. Despite all that he was still shell shocked every time he went up to one.

“Some guys burst into the stall I was using once, tore my pants off and laughed at me. I always think that’s going to happen again.“ He whispered, feeling Bianca’s grip grow tighter as they both were trying to remain calm. He knew Bianca was overly protective and even possessive, just the mention of anyone touching him made her blood boil.

"I forgot I wasn’t wearing my usual packer. I was wearing this new one, the Bono, to…” He suddenly lifted his head, remembering why he wanted to go surprise his love in the first place.

“What?” Bianca turned to Danny who was now frantically searching through his backpack, his mood suddenly having done a 180.

“Baby? You okay?” Bianca asked unsure of what Danny was looking for or what just happened.

Danny gave a relieved sigh, turning to Bianca and nodding with his usual goofy smile. “I wil be now.’

When they got back to the apartment Roy fell on the couch after removing Bianca overcome with guilt and putting his head in his hands apologizing profusely to Danny.

"I’m never letting you out of my sight again, Dan I have…” Danny interupted him, coming to sit on his lap.

He grabbed Roy’s neck, pulling him in for a deep and much needed kiss silencing his worried boyfriend. He moaned into Roy as he felt their tongues grazing over each other.

“Dan, I’m trying to do a thing here.” Roy pulled back but Danny payed no attention, using the opportunity and already at work taking off Roy’s shirt and rolling his hips down onto his growing erection.

“Please?” Danny asked, looking into Roy’s eyes and running his fingers over the toned pecs under him.

Roy was unsure of what was going on but he knew that tone in the boy’s voice - he was desperate and needed as much of Roy as soon as possible. Roy stood up, picking Danny up in the process and carrying him to the bedroom an act that had become so routine and oddly comforting for both. Feeling secure in each others arms.

Danny was taking his time, contrasting his eager and hurried movements that lead them here. He wanted to savour ever minute of his time with Roy. He kissed down his sternum leaving a trail of small bites before taking a caramel nipple in his mouth as he felt Roy’s breathing get heavier.

He liked being in control, seeing the tables turned and making Roy experience the same pleasure he had made him feel so many times before. He slipped his hand into his open jeans, gently stroking the head of Roy’s cock, seeing his eyes fill with lust as he crept back up to his face and resumed kissing him keeping his grip tight on his member.

Roy’s hands were in Danny’s thick black hair, hungrily moaning into their kiss pulling him as deeply in as possible, not wanting to let go for even a second scared he’ll lose him if he did.

“Remember how you said I had to ask nicely?” Danny cooed biting Roy’s bottom lip and looking at him with a devilish grin.

“Danny?” Roy groaned, throwing his head back remembering the conversation they had a few weeks earlier. “Really?”

“Pretty please?” Danny asked, going down between Roy’s legs and flicking his tongue over Roy’s head, pulling back the skin around it as he stroked it torturously slow.

“Fuck you.“ Roy sighed unable to say no to Danny any longer as he continued teasingly licking Roy’s head but never giving Roy what he wanted despite Roy’s hips even pushing up desperate to feel Danny’s lips around his cock.

"Yay!” Danny yelled jumping back up letting go of Roy earning him an upset groan. “Now you go get ready while I go get the surprise.” Danny instructed running to the living room.

“The things I do for this fucker.” Roy thought out loud as he went to go lay down on the bed again coming out of the bathroom, this time laying down on his stomach. He wasn’t sure what to expect but he didn’t care, he wanted to make it up to Danny for not being there when he needed him.

He was pulled back from his thoughts just as they started spiraling when he felt Danny coming to lay down on top of him, kissing his shoulders as he grinded his hips and some kind of hard silicone packer against Roy’s ass.

“Dan?” Roy asked turning his head to see Danny grinning wildly at him. He tried pushing Danny off but the boy just pinned him back down, continuing his grinding as Roy felt his own erection growing again.

“I don’t want you to look…what if you think it’s weird.” Danny admitted as he slightly slid off Roy, going down to pull his boxers off and kissing the firm cheeks.

“I like looking at you.’” Roy tried arguing as Danny pulled on his hips, lifting him up so he’d be on all fours.

“Please? Just this once?” Danny asked massaging Roy’s tan cheeks before pulling them apart silencing Roy by licking at his entrance immediately making Roy drop his head and let out a long, deep moan.

He let Danny work his skillful tongue feeling his saliva making his asshole slick and moist also making his hard on become painfully erect.

“Okay, maybe you’re not horrible at that.” He groaned putting his hand under himself to stroke his cock unable to resist it any longer, hearing Danny chuckle slightly as he continued eating him out. He quickly replaced his tongue with a finger, massaging the smooth hole in circles making sure Roy was properly lubed up with his drool before entering him. He felt Roy clench at the sudden penetration but ran his fingers along Roy’s back and cheeks, making him relax before he continued entering more fingers trying to ease him into the feeling of being stretched.

“Can I at least look at you now?” Roy asked softly his breathing becoming strained as his body moved back into Danny’s long fingers on it’s own. He didn’t care at this point if it was him or Danny but someone needed to get fucked right now.

“Fine…” Danny whispered after a while some anxiety in his voice, removing his fingers and letting Roy flip over. He felt a rush going through him at the prospect of finally getting to flip the script and top his love, but at the same time he didn’t want the expereince to be ruined by Roy’s reaction to his new toy.

He remembered a previous boyfriend telling him his dick didn’t feel real, and wasn’t up to par with his cis exes making Danny start feeling insecure about his decision. Before he could change his mind Roy grabbed the back of his head, pullling him down for a deep kiss and pulling back slightly he smirked, licking his lips at the erect toy poking out of Danny’s briefs.

A soft hum could suddenly be heard when Danny fiddled with something in his underwear and almost in unison with the humming beginning he moaned into Roy’s mouth, biting his lip as he let go of the kiss to go sit on his knees between Roy’s legs.

Roy’s eyes stayed fixed on the packer between them when Danny put his hands on the toned hips, caressing the v line Roy had and admiring his gorgeous tan body before he slipped the head of his cock in.

"Fuck.” Danny and Roy moaned in unison as he pushed in slighlty more, Danny biting his lip and Roy gripping the headboard behind them as Danny letting him get used to the unfamilliar sensation careful not to rush or hurt him.

Danny smiled proudly at himself looking down at his prosthetic entering his boyfriend, sure it was a bit extra price wise but this was definitely the best purchase he’s ever made.

“It okay, baby?” Danny asked concerned for a second trailing his finger up Roy’s shaft feeling the thick vein pulse against his touch. “Mine”

“Yours.” Roy mused.

Danny reveled at his prosthetic, the texture and look was unreal, the slow vibrations against his growth pushing up against him the more he pushed up agaisnt Roy making it feel like a true extention of himself.

Danny didn’t know what was better, seeing his usually dominant boyfriend in front of him, letting him fuck him as his beautiful tan body was spread in front of him or the fact that his dysphoria was suddenly gone, either way he was in heaven, and by the looks of it so was Roy.

He saw Roy lifting hips in an attempt to take in more of Danny and he took it as a sign to get moving.

He grabbed onto Roy’s hips, stilling his movements. He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into Roy making him growl as he hungrily looked up into the hazel eyes, his vision getting blurry as Danny repeated this a few times between slow, smooth thrusts. Alternating his movements to give Roy the most pleasure possible.

Roy had never seen Danny like this, the usually shy boy was now aggressive and intentional in his movements, not that Roy minded, it was the first time in his life he could say he was the one getting his brains fucked out.

Danny suddenly pulled all the way out making Roy growl at the sudden loss of Danny’s cock. He sat up on his elbows looking up at Danny trying to figure out why he had pulled out.

“That’s not fucking fair, man.” He whined channeling Danny as best he could making them both giggle slightly.

“Ass up, babe.” Danny instructed making a come hither motion with his finger. Roy understanding immediately and switching back to their original position. “Bring that ass here.” Danny singsonged unable to contain a smile at Roy’s ass wiggling in front of his face.

He already needed a break to catch his breathe, the vibrator pushing into him and pounding into Roy becoming too much for him. He hungrily dived back in between Roy’s cheeks lapping at his now stretched out asshole tasting the faint coconut of the lube and feeling it coat his tongue.

“Good boy.” Roy praised, Danny’s tongue pushing into him and stroking himself faster than before feeling the familiar warmth in his abdomen growing.

Danny squirted a fair amount of the lube next to them on his cock before messaging some around Roy’s hole now coated in his saliva again hearing him whimper under his breath when he touched his now slightly sore asshole, enjoying the older man being so submissive.

“Fuck…Daddy, you really have the best fucking ass.” Danny praised scratching the tender flesh of his tan ass.

He pushed Roy’s head down into the soft sheets pinning him down by his shoulders, his nails digging into the toned muscles pulling him towards himself as he slammed hard into Roy again wasting no time and making the older man release a deep guttural grown.

Danny’s legs started trembling as the felt the vibrating bulb driving him dangerously close to his own release, but he knew he wanted Roy to finish first, pleasing him being his only concern.

He took hold of Roy’s cock pinned beneath them, grasping it firmly and giving rapid, hard strokes making Roy’s groaning deepen and his breathing become broken encouraging him to fuck Roy as hard as possible.

“Shit.” Danny hissed, his voice slowly growing more high pitched as sweat dripped off his forehead holding himself back as much as he could manage. Edging his orgasm back so much it was becoming torturous.

He felt the bed shaking as he slammed his hips harder into Roy until he let go of his cock and leaned forward so he could now fully enter him, pressing the vibrations harder into himself feeling it straight to his core, testing his restraint further as he hammered himself into Roy.

He pressed his lips to Roy’s back, kissing the sweaty flesh grabbing onto it every now and then leaving red and purple marks behind before biting down hard into the flesh to hide or at the very least muffle his cries, tears forming in the corners of his eyes. Roy knowing exactly what they mean and raising his hand, stretching it behind it him so he could grab hold of Danny’s thigh.

“Cum for daddy, baby.” Roy ordered, his voice gravely and barely a whisper too overcome with his own orgasm pushing closer.

“Fu…fuck…thank y…” Danny cried out in a high pitched voice, his breathing too irregular to form a proper sentence as he slammed into Roy one more time, pushing the vibrator as close to his growth as possible before collapsing on top of Roy, their sweaty bodies sticking together.

“Good boy.” Roy praised using the time it took Danny to come down from his orgasm as a chance to catch his breath.

“Your turn.“ Danny growled, sliding off Roy slightly so he could kiss him.

Roy moaning as Danny slipped his tongue into his mouth, slamming harder into him, hitting his prostate aggressively.

Danny lifted himself off Roy, his arms trembling underneath him as he tried finishing Roy off as fast as possible, the raspy voice trying to form incoherent sentences filled with curses every time he pounded harder into him, Danny’s second orgasm was building quicker too and at this point they were both too lost in ecstasy to care if the neighbors heard.

“Baby, I’m….shit.” Roy warned seconds too late,he felt his world spinning and hid his face in the sheets, feeling the fabric clinging to his temples as sweat leaked off him. Their bodies collapsing onto each other as Roy came with a loud, primitive grunt, squirting his hot cum onto the sheets feeling it leak against his stomach.

They stayed there silent except for their panting and the soft hum that Roy was still unsure of what it was until he heard Danny’s moaning getting louder, needier again and feeling him try to roll his hips.

“Get up.” Roy instructed, Danny slowly pulling out of him confused about what was going on. He stood on the side of the bed unsure what Roy was doing when Roy jumped off too, getting on his knees and pulling out the long silicone dick. He saw the vibrations were coming from a blue round bulb at the base of the silicone.

“So this is why you were so eager?” Roy smirked, looking up at Danny’s blushing face before quickly pushing his legs apart and buring his face between his thighs. Danny felt his legs tremble and almost give way the minute Roy’s warm mouth was around his sensitive growth but the older man quickly had his hands gripping his ass, holding him in place.

His expert mouth making quick work as Danny gripped his head tightly, pushing Roy’s head deeper against himself when another orgasm overtook him, making his legs give in underneath him, unable to keep him upright anymore.

Roy smiled proudly at his good work, picking Danny up and placing him onto the bed, giving his ass a few good spanks, leaving them raw and red enjoying the sound of the flesh being harshly smacked followed by Danny’s whining.

“What was that for?” Danny whined feeling his ass sting.

“Payback for fucking me so rough, shit. My poor ass.“ Roy chuckled, smacking his ass one more time for good measure. Falling onto the bed too, both of them exhausted and laughing about what a day it’s been.

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Pride

Here’s a mini-Solangelo fic. It’ll be up on my fanfiction account as well. Hope you enjoy!

Nico sat in his cabin, toying with the laces of his sneakers. He didn’t want to do anything or talk to anyone, but there, unfortunately, wasn’t much to do in his cabin. He wanted to leave for a few days, but the only person he would consider taking with him was Will, who didn’t want to leave. And anyway, Will said that he already had plans for this weekend.

He buzzed his lips and looked up at his ceiling. The paint was already beginning to chip, and it had only been put on about two years ago. Maybe that was a project that he could consider adopting. The other campers, as he had quickly figured out, do not understand what a son of Hades actually wants.

Nico nearly jumped off the bed when his door opened, swinging wide open - a loud bang being heard when it hit the wall. He stared at the face of his...significant other; flushed and smiling, Will Solace was even out of breath. He just stood in the doorway, not saying a word.

“Not a mind reader.” Nico spoke, breaking the silence. “You have to tell me what’s gotten you all worked up, or I’ll never know.”

“City.” Will spit out in between deep pants. “Noon.”

Nico didn’t move, but tied his shoes up. He had a feeling he would be forced to move in a moment. “What’s happening in the city at noon? Something god-y?”

Will shook his head, his smile never wavering. “Pride.”

Nico frowned habitually, not understanding. “Pride? What kind of pride? Whose pride? Five W’s, Solace.”

“LGBT pride, Nico.” He said, his breath finally beginning to even out. “It’s today, at noon!”

Nico got up off his bed, taking note of the shadow in the corner. He was already feeling uncomfortable about wherever this was going. He wasn’t very comfortable with his sexuality - and this definitely sounded like something bad. “What do you mean?”

“There’s a pride parade in the city.” He explained. “I got permission for us to attend, Nico! We can go!”

“Excuse me?” Nico said, more of a statement than a question. “I am not going into New York City - one of the largest cities in the country - only to flaunt my sexuality in front of a bunch of people I don’t know.”

Will’s smile began to shrink. “It's not really flaunting. It’s exactly what it sounds like - celebrating and taking pride in who you are. There will be hundreds of people just like us, Nico!”

Hundreds of people just like us, Nico! He resisted the urge to gulp. “Whoever said that I had pride in who I am to begin with? There isn’t much to be proud of.”

The blonde’s smile completely vanished. “Okay, I guess. Never mind, Nico. I forgot that big public things like that aren’t really your thing.”

********

Nico couldn’t find Will anywhere.

He wasn’t in or by the lake, nor the climbing wall. He checked the Big House, to find nothing, as well as the dining pavilion. Nico checked each of the cabins, just in case, but he wasn’t in any of them - not even the Apollo cabin.

He didn’t really mean to, but he began to worry. It wasn’t often that Will went missing - that was normally Nico’s job. Suddenly, he understood what everyone said about how annoying and worrisome it was when he always disappeared. Nico made a mental note to try and be better with his tendency to run when things got rough.

One of Will’s siblings must have noticed that he was in distress because one of them that he recognized made their way over to him. She scanned him up and down, hands on her hips.

“You looking for my brother, di Angelo?” She asked, smirking.

He frowned and gave off his signature aura of death. He was trying to be intimidating, which wasn’t very hard for him. Even Jason Grace - one of the few people that Nico considered somewhat close to him - was a little scared of him. “Maybe I am. Why? Do you know where he is?”

She nodded. “Yes, I do know where he is.”

Nico immediately made fierce eye-contact with the green-haired girl. He felt his constantly-hunched shoulders straighten, but he chose not to acknowledge it. He kept sending off bad vibes, making the girl uncomfortable. “You do? Where the hell did he go?”

She smiled. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Tell me.” Nico insisted, trying to remain civil only because she’s Will’s sibling. “I deserve to be in-the-know about him, too.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Then why didn’t he tell you where he was going himself?”

Nico hesitated. Why didn’t Will tell him where he was going. A tight, clutching feeling took root in his stomach - a weaker version of a feeling that he had often felt the ghost of on the Argo II. Kayla saw that he was upset (Damn it, Nico. Don’t let people see that!), and tried to reach out to touch his shoulder. Nico flinched back before she made contact.

Breathing in and gathering all the courage he could suck through the cracks of the tightness in his stomach, Nico spoke in his infamous your-a-dead-man tone. “Look, Kayla. If you don’t tell me where your brother is, you will regret it. I am his boyfriend, and I deserve to know where he is just as much as you do - so tell me.”

To Nico’s surprise, Kayla laughed. She smiled sweetly, seeming to lose the bitchy attitude she’s held the entire time. “I’m just messing with you. Of course, I’ll tell you where my brother went!”

Nico sighed. This girl...

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you call Will your boyfriend out loud before.” She commented, and Nico felt his blood rush warm for a moment. “I think you should do it more often. Will says it all the time. You scolded him about it when our dad was here.”

“I won’t be saying it again because I don’t like that word.” Nico clarified. He wasn’t lying - the word boyfriend really didn’t settle right in his stomach. “I’ll have to talk to Will about it when I see him. And speaking of...”

Her eyes opened wider. “Right! Will! He went into the city for some parade.”

He went by himself...?

“Thanks!” Nico called out to her before taking off toward the Big House. He grabbed the largest bottle of Gatorade he could find (which probably belonged to someone, but he’d deal with that later) and ran into a corner where the light from the windows didn’t quite reach; the shadows.

A few seconds later, he was in a back alley of New York City. He opened the Gatorade (Lemon? Will do.) and walked out into the crowded streets. He would never be able to find Will! There were far too many people to look through.

Now, Nico wasn’t the tallest person to ever have existed (much to his dismay) so he couldn’t see much from where he was. But, being small, he was able to worm his way to the front with minimal hassle. And when he did...

Nico couldn’t believe what he saw.

People. So many people, wearing so many colors - and all with giant smiles on their faces. So many different men and women in various combinations, both as friends and together romantically. Paint, glitter, flags - Nico could barely take it all in.

Tears began welling in his eyes, and he was too distracted to stop them from falling.

The hand on his shoulder jolted him back to reality. He spun around, hand already on the hilt of his sword, before calming down after seeing who it was. Without saying a word, he turned back to face the street again - and then got glitter thrown on him. He didn’t flinch.

“Wonderful, isn’t it?”

Nico nodded, absentmindedly.

“I told you you’d like it.”

Without removing his eyes from the parade, Nico took Will’s hand - a gesture that he didn’t often instigate. But Nico couldn’t help himself. What he was seeing in front of him, he couldn’t process. The colors, the people, the pride.

If this was fascist Italy, these people would be dead.

I won’t be saying it again because I don’t like that word.

Nico really didn’t like it - maybe because he had been raised in such a conservative time period. But, maybe, if given time, he’d come around. He’s already come so far.

And...just once...

“Will,” Nico said, slowly looking up at his boyfriend, knowing that he probably looked like a little kid - because of his tears, and the rare hope in his eyes. Will looked down and met his eyes, “I love you.”

The shocked expression on Will’s face was enough to bring out the smile that had been trying to push itself onto Nico’s face the entire time. It hurt his face a little; his muscles weren’t used to moving like that. He must have been a precious sight because Will’s face lit up. He threw his arms around Nico’s body and arms, pulling him into a hug against his chest.

His muscles tightened, not used to so much contact at once - especially at such close quarters. Maybe it was the length of the day. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the parade. Maybe he was just feeling brave. Nico wasn’t sure. But, slowly, he relaxed and melted into the embrace.

He let Will hold him. In the middle of crowded New York City. And he didn’t pull away. This was new for Nico, but that parade had some magical effect on him. He did feel braver - felt more pride in who he was.

And he knew - knew and didn’t care - that he loved his...boyfriend. Nico di Angelo loved Will Solace. And...he felt a sense of safety and security from being nuzzled in Will that he hasn’t felt in a very long time. Not since being held by Bianca when he was scared.

Maybe there was something about Pride.

It certainly was beautiful.

#Nico di Angelo #Will solace #lgbtpride #pride #pride parade #new york city #nyc #PJO #Percy Jackon and the Olympians #heroes of olympus #hoo #trials of apollo #toa

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