#lou ellen

[skysmadness]

when nico did his coming out/confession to will in front of everyone will turned to lou and cecil and stared at them like this

#he'd mouth “what the FUCK” to them #cause he cant believe it his pining days are over #and NICO ENDED THEM #pjo #will solace #lou ellen #cecil markowitz #solangelo #ryurambles

[catquenn]

I want to see more of Annabeth's, Silena's Clarisse's, Katie's, Grover's, Chrises, Travises, Connor's, Charles, and maybe Percy's too, friendship.

Don't get me wrong, I love the rest of the Seven Reyna, Nico and so on, but them...

Annabeth would talk sh!t about her crush on Percy to girls

When Percy and Annabeth were gone during Capture The Flag, in Battle Of Labirynt the rest would made sure, the search party wouldn't go near popular make-out spotts

Girls would've help Connor with his crush on Malcolm

Grover and Connor would third-wheel together (not always)

Ladies would have girls nights very often (they would make Clarisse to join them) (sometimes with Lou Ellen, Juniper or Thalia too), eventually Connor would be a part of those

He would tell Charles and Travis what Katie and Silena said about them (the rest was in denial of theirs feellings)

Charles was the only person Percy told about his crush on Annabeth

Annabeth and Chris would be besties

Same with Silena and Travis

Clarisse would pretend that she doesn't care about them, but beat up people if they said something mean to or about them

They also used to be really close with Luke, before Percy came to the Camp, and Luke betrayed them

Grover would be really protective of Annabeth, thinking that he failed Thalia and Luke, so he didn't want to fail Annabeth too

They would steal each other clothes

Like Percy got a pair of new shoes? The next day Travis walks around in them

One day Chiron cought Annabeth in hoodie she stole from Percy, who stole it from Charles who stole it form Clarisse, who took it from Chris, who took it from Silena, who took it from Katie, who took it from Travis, who stole it from Connor, who took it from Grover's closet (Who got it from Juniper, who bought it with Lou's money she borrowed from Malcolm, who on the other hand, got it from Lee Flatcher, who found it in Michael's Yew jacket, who got it from Will who found it on the street)

During the Titans Curse they adopted Nico

#annabeth chase #pjo series #pjo #clarisse la rue #michael yew #will solace #lou ellen #silena beauregard #chris rodriguez #travis stoll #connor stoll #malcolm #katie gardner #percy jackson #grover underwood #charles beckendorf #percabeth #The perfect friendgroup

[shuutingstar]

You know a trio I think is pretty underrated?? Will, Lou and Cecil?? Like what happened to them after BoO? I need more CONTENT RICK. MORE.

Oh and a fanon trio I like a lot is Drew, Connor and Malcolm. Like it’s so random but makes perfect sense at the same time??? Need fics for this trio fr.

#pjo hoo toa #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #will solace #cecil markowitz #lou ellen #drew tanaka #connor stoll #malcolm pace #shuu rambles

[kekaki-cupcakes]

Heyyy can you please write something for Nico x male reader where Nico has seen reader around camp and reader is friendly and always laughing and talking with everyone. And Nico develops a crush on reader and eventually he decides to confess to reader when he sees them in the woods. Fluffy mainly but like a little spicey at the end if u do that stuff? :)

hey there bestie, let's pretend it hasn't been two months. this fic is also for @golden-boy-muda 's request for nico x transmasc reader <3

I couldn't find an idea in my empty ol head for this request but then I was looking for old oil painting wallpapers for my phone and now you have this incredibly sappy 3.2k of art references [I advise you keep another tab open for cross-referencing if you want the fUlL eXpErIeNcE]

Oil on Canvas--- Nico di Angelo x transmasc reader [3.2k] »»————-　★　————-««

Nico definitely isn’t a stalker, he understands boundaries [once Jason explains them to him, of course], but he might have a bit of a staring problem. 

Sometimes he’s just eating gluten free waffles with Hazel in the dining pavilion and ends up watching you shove your siblings around and plait your little sister's hair so it doesn’t get in her face when she goes Pegasus riding.

He spooned some blueberries onto his plate. 

It’s not his fault.

It’s yours, if anything. What is he supposed to do apart from feel like there’s moths beneath his ribcage when you pose, your nose scrunched, up for photos with Drew’s polaroid camera that’s covered with inappropriate stickers? 

Hazel elbowed him meaningfully in the side when he couldn’t help but grin because Holy Hades, a single person shouldn’t be able to look that much like the painting Ophelia [by friedrich heyser, to be specific], just because they wore a green camp shirt and a pearl necklace. 

Maybe it was his fault that he was comparing you to beautiful paintings. 

He scooped the blueberries onto his half eaten waffle and reached for the maple syrup Hazel had finished drowning her breakfast in. 

The Stoll brother’s mortal mum had sent a stack of paintings from art galleries all over the world last Christmas, and they’d let him pick out a few of the older more poetic ones that didn’t have enough blood and guts for their taste. 

Now the oil paintings of lakes and birds and crying angels and… mainly cats, actually, hung around the dark walled Cabin he slept in. 

Your laugh when you threw strawberries at Kayla and Austin while they worked in the infirmary reminded him of Angel [carl von marr, of course] and he felt like Chat a difficult catch [charles van den eycken] when you walked right past him without even glancing back.

So he’d made peace with watching from afar how you would forget daily to put sunscreen on but somehow always remembered to wear this pair of white crocheted gloves that looked like cat paws. 

On a completely irrelevant note, Nico was learning to crochet. 

Hazel made eye contact with him again when he looked from you to her, and he plugged his ears and glared before she started kicking him in the shins and begging him to pluck up the courage to walk over and even just make eye contact. 

Not that he didn’t want to. 

He may have lined up in his catalog of daydreams, this scenario where you both went down to the beach. Any beach, really. You’d collect shells and eat popcorn and grapes and lemonade and squish sand between your toes and pick up crabs with him. 

PROMENADE ON THE BEACH [Charles Atamian, obviously].

There was another scenario where he’d take you to the farmers market. It had the biggest bouquets of flowers, and rows upon rows of fruits and vegetables and incense and beaded jewelry. 

When he was laying in bed underneath the fluffy zebra patterned duvets that Piper forced him to use, mainly because they matched the dark reds of the cushions and browns of the bookshelves and antique lamps in the cabin so well, you were walking down the rows of little stores with him.

You were holding his hand with those soft cat paw gloves and you liked the feel of his rings [he’d read that people liked rings in a book, somewhere] and you’d filled the Studio Ghibli tote bag you had with berries. 

He’d watched most of the movies after he saw your bag. He liked Arriety the best. 

Clarisse stomped past the Hades table, leaving bloody footprints no one asked about, and smacked him in the back of his head. Nico went back to eating his waffles and daydreaming about your smile. 

In the farmers market you would sniff candles and never buy them because Hazel had far too many for all of her spells and the such that he would never run out. And what was Hazel’s was his and what was his was hers, meaning that what was Hazel’s was yours. 

Because Nico would give everything he owned, even his favorite jacket, for you to look his way. 

And he would buy you flowers, whichever were your favorite. 

Maybe the ones from the painting Hazel forced him to take because ‘you can’t just not hang a painting that literally is you, Neeks’. 

Italian Girl with Flowers. Joaquin Sorolla. 1886. 

He didn’t see the resemblance.

But it didn’t really matter, because he’d get to watch you looking at all the cool things for sale and then he’d take you to the best gelato he’d found so far [he was making a list] or just use the shadows, and take you to a proper gelato shop. Whatever you wanted to do, really.

Nico blinked. He huffed, mainly at himself, and stabbed his waffle. It fell apart on the fork.

“Why’re you angry?”

He looked up from his plate, to Hazel. She was sitting opposite him with a mustache made of orange juice. “...I’m not.”

“You’re not supposed to be pushing down your emotions, remember?” she said sternly, and started picking the green bits off a strawberry. She was eating as many berries as she could, since she wasn’t allowed lollies anymore. The perks of braces. 

Nico looked away. “I’m fine.”

“You’re thinking about the cat glove girl, aren’t you?” she asked with a smirk.

“Cat glove boy, remember?” he muttered, and took a bite of his waffle, wiping squished blueberries off his chin.

Hazel’s golden eyes widened, “Oh yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize to me,” he said, and was grateful for the excuse to peek your way. You were eating toast. Very pretty-ily. He felt his face heat up.

Hazel perked up, a mischievous grin he didn’t appreciate on her face. “Okay! I’ll go apologize to your boyfriend then-”

Nico stared at her. Why was she like this? She actually went to stand up, and then he yanked her sleeve, pulling her back down to the table. “No! Don’t just… you can’t… stop!”

“You didn’t deny that he’s your boyfriend,” Jason chuckled, sitting down next to Hazel. 

“I hate you all,” Nico said. 

It was torture. 

He felt like Sleepy time potion [Vanessa Stockhard], stuck in the middle of your loveliness, unable to do anything except stare and hope that his face wasn’t too as red as the mushroom he was sitting on. 

In the painting. 

Not in real life. 

Obviously. 

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Nico stared down at the hat in his lap.

He’d done it. He’d actually finished one of the hundreds of projects he’d started in Piper’s efforts to find him a hobby that wasn’t sitting on the fences of cemeteries or standing in line at Mcdonalds. 

He had lots of other hobbies, he just… couldn’t come up with them when she was arguing with him. 

So they’d gone through writing, painting, records, sleeping, which he excelled in, and then crocheting. None had lasted very long, but he may have had an idea half way through trying to stab Piper with the crocheting stick.

And now he had a white bucket hat with cat ears.

He threw it to the end of his bed, and hid underneath his duvet. Fuck. 

Repose. Malcolm Liepke. 1953. 

What on Olympus was he supposed to do about the way he wanted to hold you so badly he felt like throwing up and tearing his hair out?

He lay underneath in the pocket of stuffy darkness for a moment, before sitting up, untangling his blankets and teddies from him, and then standing. He may have just had the greatest idea anyone had ever thought of before.

Hazel was still in the shower, singing, most likely, so he grabbed his jacket from the coat rack that was actually just a skeleton, and then stomped out of his cabin, the stupid hat in his fist.

His heart was beating wildly. Stupid heart. 

The Wedding Dress. Fred Ellwell. 1911.

He rubbed his face and groaned at the sky. The stars were just peeking out, but it was still pink and yellow, and the sun hadn’t dipped yet. It was hidden by the trees he was trudging through, though. 

Fuck.

His chest was hurting. 

Nico scrunched up the stupid perfect crocheted hat that just had to stupidly perfectly match your stupid perfect cat gloves because Nico was stupidly perfectly obsessed with you. 

You, who was stupidly perfect.

Fuck. 

Psyche Weeping. Kinuko Y Craft. 1995.

He trod on twigs that broke underneath his boots and weaved through the tree’s that slowly became more and more laden with hanging pendants and wind chimes and ruins carved into the bark.

He stepped over a thin stream. A frog croaked at him like it was dying. As if it could ever feel like it was dying. As if it could ever fall in love.

Nico groaned at the sky again. 

“Just let it all out.”

He turned, and glared. “Do you mind?”

“Yes, actually,” Lou Ellen said, raising a purple eyebrow. It matched the undersides of her curly hair. She pointed to the cabin concealed in shadows and moss and stones behind her. “This is my house. And you are yelling very loudly.”

“I’m not yelling,” Nico argued. “I’m groaning.”

She stared at him for a second. She rolled her eyes. “Just come in, what do you need?”

“I need a spell. Or a charm. Or hex,” Nico said, following her through the wooden double doors. A wind chime tinkled even though the air was still. There were a few bunks lined up against the wall to one side. “Or a magic thing. I don’t care which one.” 

The rest of the cabin was filled with small coffin shaped pet beds and empty pink soda cans and voodoo dolls hanging from the roof and rugs with cats wearing strawberry hats on the fluffy material and misty crystal balls. 

Lou Ellen lent back on a desk stacked high with papers and paperweights that were actually jars filled with things. “Okay. I have three rules. I don’t kill people, and I don’t make people fall in love.”

“...And?”

“I’ll break both if it’ll be fun?”

Nico frowned. “No. Aren’t you supposed to say you won’t bring people back from the dead? That’s always the third rule.”

She squinted at him. “Uh…no. I send those people to you.” 

Nico squinted back at her, sticking his tongue out. He fiddled with the stupid perfect hat and looked around. There was just more creepy things and stuffed animals. “Whatever. I need your help.”

“With what?”

“I need you to… like,” Nico started. He sighed. He looked away. 

This was awful. 

He was not about to admit that he might be in love, even if it was to reverse the feelings in the first place with whatever heart ripping out brain altering magic was necessary. 

The Apollo cabin would find out through the witch in less than thirty seconds. He would never live it down. 

Nico groaned again. “Oh for fucks sake, do you need me to fic your voicebox or something?” Lou Ellen hissed. 

Nico glared at her. He groaned again, and then whirled around and stomped out of the weird mossy mushroom cabin. “Nevermind!”

“Fine! Have it your way!...weird little emo.”

Nico glared at the frog croaking at him, and kept walking through the forest. 

He followed the little stream through the woods until he could hear wind chimes or Taylor Swift’s latest album anymore. 

The little stream widened into a proper stream, filled with a lot more frogs. Why were there so many frogs? He nearly stood on a green one leaping across the path. Stupid frog.

Nico stuffed his hands into his pockets, along with the hat. He was tempted to just toss it into the river. Then he wouldn’t have to deal with all of the silly feelings that felt like the biggest things in the world to him and his silly head full of thoughts about your lips.

Maybe the frogs could use the hat as a home.

“Here froggie… Come here… I said, come here... No I am not taking a tone with you!” 

Nico froze. 

Fuck. He took a deep breath, probably too loudly. He glanced to the side. 

Of course you were catching frogs, knee deep in a river.

You looked over, making eye contact, and Nico realized the moths underneath his ribcage were turning into bats. You squinted at him, hands on your hips, while water swirled around and leaves drifted from the trees above. A bucket was wedged between two rocks next to you.

A frog jumped out of it and landed near your leg, on a lillypad. 

“Look Albert,” you said, turning to the frog. “It’s a little Victorian ghost.”

“...I’m Italian,” Nico said quietly. He stared at you. He couldn’t help it. Wow. Fuck. Leo was right. He really was pathetic. “And I’m not a ghost.”

“Okay, Victorian ghost.” 

Nico stared at you. Fuck.

After that exchange, he should be able to hate you. Right? Right. He now resented you, and the moths turned bats would stop clawing at his chest and he would go back to having a normal life. 

Right?

Wrong.

You squinted at Nico, and then slowly turned to Albert. “I think the cute Victorian ghost is having a stroke.”

Nico blinked once, gulped, and then marched forward through the cold water and frogs, his shoes squelching loudly. Gods. This was so embarrassing. But you thought he was cute, even if you also thought he was a dead english boy, so he would be content with dying from embarrassment. 

He shoved the stupid perfect hat into your stupid perfect hands.

And then left in about 0.3 seconds. 

»»————-　★　————-««

You stared down at your pancakes. Why were they so gray looking? Had someone poisoned them? You figured that it would be a pretty good way to die, and tipped extra maple syrup onto them before you dug in. 

To counterbalance the poison, of course.

You scratched at the mosquito bite underneath the strap of your binder. It had flowers embroidered into it. Your binder. Not the mosquito bite.

One of your siblings across from you kicked at your shin, probably on purpose, but you continued to eat your odd tasting pancakes and picked blueberry grit off your white cat paw gloves. They were your favorite gloves. 

They also matched your new hat. The new hat that the cute Victorian but actually Italian ghost boy had given you before he teleported away with whatever dark magic he had stored in all that goth-ness.

You tossed a blueberry at Clarisse when she walked past and tried to bash you over the head. 

She wasn’t allowed to ruin your new hat.

You turned to see her flicking the blueberry over at someone else, and your eyes flicked past that too. Now way. You stood up, but you’d lost sight of the mess of dark hair when the Hermes cabin barrelled past.

You clambered onto your seat and stood up there. “Oi! Victorian ghost hat boy!”

The dining pavilion went quiet pretty quickly, and everyone turned to the cute guy with a skeleton hoodie and wide eyes. He pointed at himself when you pointed at him, and then went pink. 

Clarisse stuck her arm out so you didn’t faceplant when you jumped down from your seat, and you held onto your new hat as you traipsed across the cracked floor. 

You’d never figured out how that crack had got there. But there were bigger mysteries. 

Like this cute goth. 

His face just pinker when you grabbed his sleeve and tried to tug him out of the entire camp’s curious eyes. A dark skinned girl with a lot of butterfly clips and a Steven Universe t-shirt sent a thumbs up in your direction. 

It was only when you were standing by the low burning fire pit in a patch of daisies did you realize you hadn’t really planned far enough ahead. 

You took off the cat-ear hat and looked down at it. “...Uhm…”

“Sorry,” the goth said quickly, and when you made eye contact he looked away even quicker. “It’s creepy. Boundaries and stuff, I just… saw your gloves.” 

“It’s not creepy,” you argued, putting the hat back on with a grin. He was really cute when he blushed. “I mean, I don’t even know your name, and I have no idea who you are but your eyeliner is really really great and… Holy Hades if you smile like that again can I… please kiss you?”

The goth with no name stared at you, and then nodded about ten times too many. “Yes please. But, uh.. If you’re gonna kiss me, please, maybe don’t get my dad involved.”

“...Wut?”

»»————-　★　————-««

Nico could feel his cheeks growing hotter.

Not because of the sun, specifically, but it was hot and bright in the woods. He’d worn sunscreen though. And forced you to put it on too, once he’d found watermelon scented sunscreen, because you refused to smell gross no matter how sunburnt you would get anyways. 

His face was hot and red because of you. 

You, who was stupidly perfect and also possibly kind of Nico’s stupidly perfect boyfriend. 

“Psst, Victorian ghost boy,” you said with a sing-song voice, quietly, and waved your hand in front of his eyes with your pink, blue, and white painted nails. He blinked. You smiled. “You zoned out again.”

“Sorry,” Nico said, and pulled a daisy out of the ground. He handed it over. “I was thinking about you.”

He hadn’t realized the effect that saying that would have on you, but it was worth it when you opened and closed your mouth like one of the frogs you kept as pets. 

“I.. well, what were you thinking about?”

Nico had played his cards right. He smirked, and you shuffled forwards on the checked picnic blanket Piper had stolen from Drew, who’d probably nicked it from poor unsuspecting Demeter or Iris kid. You knocked over the basket of strawberries too, and then took your bucket hat off and stuffed it in your lap with a grin.

He tilted his head down. You were both following a very well rehearsed script. “...Kissing you?”

You launched yourself forwards then with a laugh, your cat-paw gloved hands landing on either side of his waist and probably squishing some of those strawberries at the same time. 

The sun reflected in your eyes and Nico held the sides of your face as he pressed his lips to yours. 

You kissed back, and once you both stopped smiling widely, you could kiss back. 

Properly. 

He scratched his fingernails, the ones you’d painted rainbow that afternoon after catching more frogs and complaining about sunscreen, along your jaw when you bit down on his bottom lip.

Not as a complaint, certainly not, and you knew that too because you just sat back on your knees between Nico’s lap and tilted your head to fit deeper against Nico’s bruised lips. 

The ones that hadn’t had a single day off since you jumped up in the middle of breakfast with your gluten free waffles you hadn’t realized were gluten free until he had explained it to you later. 

It was intensely crazily unbearably romantic but it also meant whatever cold one of you managed to catch, the other would come down with only minutes later. 

And Nico felt like that smug little cat from Julie Manet’s Auguste Renoir.  

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#pjo fandom #nico #nico pjo #nico di angelo #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #nico di angelo x reader #nico x reader #nico di angelo pjo #pjo hoo toa #hoo #nico di angelo x you #nico di angelo reader #nico di angelo x transmasc reader #lou ellen #lou ellen pjo

[fostydosty]

Lou Ellen Blackstone has always been interested in herbs, potions, poisons, and other forms of alternative medicine, spices, and vices.

However, she’s always fallen short on the “medicine” part of alternative medicine. Herbal remedies she’s concocted always result in a pig-snout, or blood turning purple. A logician at heart, she begins helping out at the Apollo cabin to watch how they heal, how they treat. To learn from them, basically.

This is how she gets close to Kayla Knowles, who teases her after accidentally turning a broken leg to rubber. They get close, Clovis and Will tease them respectively, and they start dating.

#lou ellen blackstone #lou ellen #percy jackson #kayla knowles #will solace #apollo cabin #hecate cabin

[lemonprick]

pjo girls i don't draw enough

i don't think ive ever done a properly finished illustration and by golly i'm not gonna start now! so here's some girls. no i do not remember what lou ellen was supposed to look like, that was a stroke of inspiration that came from nowhere.

(in hindsight im not a fan of this zoe's hair colour. somehow it got turned in this weird poop colour and it's not the most complementary; i think i was trying to establish a theme of similar hair and skin colour with the hesperide sisters? but while that ~sorta~ worked with calypso, it's evident i need to learn how to pair dark skin colours in more flattering ways.)

#pjo #percy jackson #doodle dump #sketch #fanart #silena beauregard #thalia grace #lou ellen #juniper #clarisse la rue #bianca di angelo #zoe nightshade #calypso #lemonprick draws

[thaliasthunder]

hecate kids are into astrology and have everyone's astrology charts memorized at camp change my mind

#lou ellen this one's for u honey #i've only read u once but u won my heart i hope i see u again some day #anyway #lou ellen #hecate #the heroes of olympus #hoo #pjo #pjo/hoo #percy jackson #jason grace #piper mclean #annabeth chase #astrology #hazel lavesque #frank zhang #leo valdez #incorrect hoo quotes #incorrect pjo quotes #riordanverse headcanons #riordanverse

[phoenix--flying]

Hecate had decided that a year was long enough for Alabaster to slip under the radar of the gods, for it to be safe for Lou Ellen to find him.

And that's exactly what she was going to do

ehehehehehe okay byeee

#lou ellen #alabaster torrington #pjo hecate #son of hecate #daughter of hecate #children of hecate #cabin twenty #ur honour i love them #phoenix writing scraps

[wise-bluecookies]

I feel like the Hecate kids are really into astrology, like when like jason and piper and leo got to camp they were like, “oh he’s a cancer, no wonder he’s a perfectionist” and then just confuse everyone, but it would be accurate and that’s the funny part because all their predictions would be right

#lou ellen #percy jackson #annabeth chase #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #heroes of olympus #hecate #heroes of olympus headcanons #hoo #pjo #riordanverse

[little-princes-things]

my people <3

#pjo hoo toa #pjo fanart #nico di angelo #lou ellen #piper mclean #frank zhang #leo valdez

[folkfrog]

old vs new :)

#lou ellen #percy jackson #hoo #pjo #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #toa #pjo fanart

[therealnuclearplatypus]

IM GOING TO MAKE ELLOUCIL HCS BECAUSE WE NEED MORE RRVERSE POLYAMOROUS SHIPS AND I AM HERE TO DELIVER

ALSO I JUST LIKE THE FACT THAT I MADE UP A SHIP IM INVESTED IN OKAY

okay so cecil and lou had been friends for a while (as is implied in boo)

and people were already sorta pushing them to ask each other out because they so obviously liked each other

but cecil was also friends with ellis, who he also had a crush on, and this confused the living fuck out of him

then, ya know, events of toa happen. ellis and lou were already friends but not too close (because lou is so damn social she knows everyone at camp somehow) but over time they grew closer. around ttt, they get together

how it happened:

lou developed a crush on ellis but also liked cecil but, unlike cecil she wasn't too confused because she was like, okay. i like two people at once, and equally. why the fuck should i pick between the two

ellis had liked cecil for absolute ages and had struggled to come to terms with the fact that he liked a guy. then lou came into the picture and he started to like her too and thought hey, maybe i can get over cecil now. but nope.

cecil was still pretty much confused about the whole thing but when lou said one day, "listen, this is probably gonna sound pretty weird but it's not. it's a perfectly normal thing, so. i like you both. romantically," he decided that confusion isn't going to get him into a relationship with people as great as these, so he smiled at her and said, "funny. i like you guys, too."

ellis just sat quietly during this whole exchange and asked for some time to sort things out in his head because though he know he likes them both, too, he just isn't ready to actually, you know, be out there in a relationship most people would find strange

cecil and lou liked him too much to say no to that. ellis told them it's okay if they want to start dating while he decides but they told him they wanted to wait for him so that if he says yes, they'd all go into it together

anyways, it took ellis about a month, but he thought to himself, im making too big a deal of this. people will always judge. i don't wanna make my life harder by fearing judgement and also not being with the people i truly love

so he said yes and they started going out :>>

people were kinda judgy at first, which made ellis suuuper uncomfy, even more so than the other two, but they were always there for each other <3

then their relationship inspired others like them to just, yk, go ahead, and people got less judgy because like why the fuck are we judging people for being happy

(the above statement shows that this is a figment of my imagination, and not fact)

might do a part 2 of this idk. lmk lmao

#elloucil #ellis wakefield #cecil markowitz #lou ellen blackstone #lou ellen #rick riordan #read riordan #pjo hoo toa #pjo #hoo #toa #camp half blood camp jupiter #camp halfblood #camp jupiter #rr #rrverse #riordanverse #percyjackson #percy jackson #the heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus #the trials of apollo #trials of apollo #polyamorous ships #polyamory #cellis #loucil #percy jackson headcanon #pjo headcanon #hoo headcanon

[galtak]

Looking for a beta

Hey!

I'm writing a pecico story. Will be named "the oath of love"

It will take place five years after the blood of Olympus and four years after the Apollo trials, will be mentioned my take of Will and Nico's trip to Tartarus.

Percy is back to camp for one last summer after graduating from university and before starting his adult life with Annabeth . At the start it feels like another not life threatening summer and then Nico and he runs into some trouble only they can conquer.

I'm planning a long story, a really slow burn. Nico and Petcy both in relationships and will start being actually friends and then lovers. They will go through a lot. Piper still mourns Jason and Leo and Calypso are broken up. Ryena quit the legion after ten years to go study History. Hazel and Frank still together and in love.

While writing this I really need a beta that knows the Rick Riordan worlds. If you willing please respond here or sent me a DM.

Thanks in advance ☺️ you all lovely people

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“Oh, come on, there’s just —” Will blows an errant curl from out of his eyes, cheeks red with exertion, balancing nimbly on his feet to put both hands on his hips. “There’s no way, Nico.”

Nico, not blessed with such balance, has to hold all footholds with all limbs, staring warily at the lava wall’s snake holes.

“What? I’m just not as good as you.”

Will flops his right arm outwards, narrowly avoiding smacking it against the rock. “But you are!”

Nico shifts his wary gaze from the snake holes to Will’s rope harness. Is it tight enough? It better be tight enough. Will is putting a lot of faith in it, right now.

“You scaled those cliffs in — in the place —” he trips, still, over the pit, on the odd time he mentions it, and it always makes Nico wince — “like it was nothing! And whenever Percy visits and challenges you you’re suddenly the lava wall expert!” He turns stern blue eyes to face Nico’s head-on. “Not buying it, di Angelo!”

A gush of lava forces him to resume climbing, but there’s an aggression to his movements — a specific, stiff, curated aggression, that Nico has learned means anxiety in people known as William Andrew Solace. That, and coupled with the rapid muttering which, in between the roar of molten stone, Nico believes is a a repetition of “dumbass” “always tryna act a goddamn fool” and “I’m gonna kill him before he sends me into cardiac arrest again”, interspersed with random swears in English, Latin, Ancient Greek, and also — gods — Klingon.

“Will.”

Will ignores him, scampering the last few feet up the wall and slapping the top before relaying down. Nico sighs, following him (albeit significantly slower).

“Will.”

“You’re hiding something from me.” He practically rips the harness off his body — do not think about that do not think about that do not think about that — and shoves it on the hook so hard it damn near snaps off. The look he levels in Nico’s direction practically turns him to stone, it’s so frigid, and he has to resist a shiver. “I can tell.”

It takes a good amount of pushing to make Will all testy like this. Sure, his buttons are easy to push, but most of that is for show. He likes to be dramatic. (Especially because he knows Nico will indulge him, more than anyone else ever has. He relishes in it, Nico thinks; he likes that Nico will watch his productions. An Apollo kid through and through.) He’s not usually one to show his genuine frustration.

But, hoo, boy, when he is frustrated.

Nico has a bad, bad habit of making it worse.

(As if it’s his fault that Will’s hot when he’s mad.)

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Nico says, forcibly lightly. He sticks his hand out defiantly. “Check me, why don’t you? Not hiding anything.”

He really isn’t. No injuries, no illness, hell, he’s not even tired. Had a full three meals and everything. Even his perpetually achey joints aren’t bad today.

All of this, obviously, is communicated when Will touches him, squinting suspiciously at their joined hands.

“You’re heart rate is high,” he mutters petulantly.

Nico looks at him patiently. “That’s ‘cause my smokeshow boyfriend is holding my hand.”

Grumpy as he’s trying to be, his ears redden. A smile twitches at the corner of his mouth.

“Shut up.”

Nico grins, pulling his hand up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to the knuckles.

“No.”

“Whatever,” Will says, snatching his hand back. His smile spreads widely across his face, now, and he looks away, as pleased as he is exasperated. “You’re still being a weirdo. I should not be so far ahead of you on the wall, Neeks.”

Success — back to nicknames. Crisis averted.

“Have you considered that you’re the camp-wide record holder for a reason, you spider monkey?”

“Still!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Nico gets up on his tiptoes, pressing a lingering kiss to the bridge of his freckled nose. “Stop worrying about me, Solace. I’m fine. Burn off some steam, I’ll watch.”

Will huffs. “Fine. But I’ll find out, y’hear me? Truth can’t hide from me for long.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He watches as Will suits back up, helping him with his more complicated straps (because Nico was raised to be a gentleman, obviously, why else) and shooing him away when he opens his mouth for more interrogations. He switches to sticking out his tongue, and after a moment of hesitation, bounds back over to his first true love — being a big nerdy jock dork.

Nico settles on the grass several feet away from the wall, pretending to clean his sword. After a few minutes, he hears footsteps, and two people sit next to him on either side.

“So,” says Lou Ellen, ignoring Nico’s suspicious look as she tosses a glowing ball of something around, “how come you’re not climbing?”

Nico shrugs. “Only so many times you can climb before it gets boring.”

On his other side, Cecil makes a loud buzzer sound.

“Nope! Wrong answer. Try again.”

Nico is a dignified grownup who refuses to stoop down to Cecil’s level by responding. Instead, he reaches over and pokes him in his ridiculously sensitive ribs, hard, sending him sprawling with a screech.

“Shut up,” he says mildly, as his friend flails. “I’m trying to be a supportive boyfriend, and I can’t do that with all your whining.”

Will has, in the ten minutes since he started, made it halfway up the wall. He seems to have it programmed to the Super Extra Mega Evil Insane mode that the Athena and Ares kids invented just for him, since he smoked all the other levels. He dodges a shot of lava with a laugh, throwing himself to the side and hanging on with three fingers and one scuffed sneaker poised on the tiniest sliver of rock. His attention is broken when Lou Ellen sticks her face right in Nico’s field of vision, tracing Nico’s eyeline with narrowed eyes.

“Ah,” she nods knowingly. “You’re staring at his ass.”

Nico falters, damn near slicing his own fingers off. “No idea what you’re talking about,” he says blithely. He gestures without looking at his sword. “I’m busy, see?”

She scoffs. “Real busy. That’s why you almost just did emergency surgery on yourself.”

“Exactly.”

Will pushes up a foot, shifting his hips and launching himself upwards. He makes a little shout of victory, plastering himself to the wall to keep balance, every muscle tensed.

From his place on the floor, Cecil makes an appreciative noise. “He does have a nice ass. Can’t blame you for looking.”

Nico frowns. “Hey. Stop objectifying my boyfriend.” He reaches out and smacks a hand over Cecil’s eyes. “That’s my job.”

“You guys are ridiculous.”

Nico reaches over and puts a hand over her eyes, too, ‘cause there’s no missing where they’re pointed.

“Shut up or I’ll literally put shadows into your retinae and blind you forever,” Nico threatens. (Is this a thing he can do? No. Do his friends know this? Also no.)

“You’re a dictator!” Cecil protests.

“Depriving us of basic human rights!” Lou Ellen agrees.

Nico shrugs. He glances back up the the climbing wall, where he has a very perfect view — and a great reason to never even try to climb faster than Will does. He grins.

“Too bad for you guys.”

#he’s a simp what can i say #and understandbaly so wills a heartthrob #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #solangelo #establisbed solangelo #flirting #nico/will #will/nico #banter #lou ellen blackstone #cecil markowitz #nico di angelo & lou ellen blackstone & cecil markowitz #nico is a dog #will is hot #longpost #my writing #fic

[incorrect-riordanverse]

Nico: how does one turn their emotions off?

Lou Ellen: ok so first go to settings

Cecil: emotions not emojis you idiot

Nico: no no keep going, im still willing to try this. im at settings, what you do next?

Will: exit settings and go to THERAPY

#i was obsessed with this crew in boo when i was younger so this is me feeding my inner child #ong #riordanverse #incorrect riordanverse #rick riordan #hoo #heroes of olympus #nico di angelo #will solace #lou ellen blackstone #cecil markowitz #solangelo #1k #2k

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Camp Half-Blood Dashboard Simulator

💋 hotgirlsummer

sign my petition for chiron to let us wear camp t-shirts in other colours xx

www.camphalfblood.edu/petitions/more-camp-tshirt-colours

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#text #it's not fair that nico is the only one who gets a custom shirt #we get it you're mr d's most specialist little boy get over yourself

🧍‍♂️ mortal Follow

Guys there is something REALLY WEIRD going on with these storms in the midwest.... I've been checking a bunch of local weather stations in those areas, but none of the meteorologists have predicted a storm this size or devastating. It really feels like it just came out of nowhere and that doesn't seem possible?? Like I don't want to start a conspiracy theory that it was made by government or something but it just doesn't feel natural?? am i the only one who thinks this is weird???

🃏 mythomagicfan99

#check the date this was posted during the typhon attack........

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🌱 greenthumb44

Chiron made me supervise the newbies when they were watching the orientation video does anybody else think that Apollo in that tunic is kinda 😳

🏹 benskywalkerdidnothingwrong

NO???? EW?????

🌱 greenthumb44

anybody else think that kayla's dad in that tunic is kinda 😳

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📐 mathgenius42

#The Stolls are giving 2 to 1 odds to Clarisse but idk

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🔮 louellensworld

has anybody seen any pigballs around camp? some of them may or may not have gone missing

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🏆 winningISeverything Follow

WHO KEEPS PUTTING PIG BALLS IN THE BASEBALL PITCHER????????

🔮 louellensworld

nvm i found them

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🔪 bloodandgutsandglory Follow

hashtag luke was right 😏

🌹 flowerings Follow

???? he killed people???? HUH????? so sick of pretending he was a hero.........

💰 stealmeaway Follow

he WAS a hero!! the prophecy called him a hero!! PERCY JACKSON said he was a hero!! like yeah he did a lot of bad things, but kronos was LITERALLY manipulating him!! stop blaming him for stuff kronos made him do :////

🌞 sunnyboy777

can we PLEASE go ONE MONTH without somebody starting this discourse again??? op is clearly posting rage bait come on guys........

🍄 its420somewhere

anybody in this thread smoke weed

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💄 kisskissfallinlove

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👟 wingedbootsforsaleneverworn

she camp on my halfs till i bleed

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#is this anything

#there's no way someone hasn't made one of these yet but I haven't seen one so here's my take #pjo #hoo #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #clarisse la rue #luke castellan #kayla knowles #lou ellen blackstone #nico di angelo #those are the only characters mentioned everybody else are just nameless campers #and are not intended to be anyone specific but you can headcanon whatever you want #mine #tumblr dash simulator #unreality /////// #long post ////////