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aroaceleovaldez · 11 months

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non-exhaustive list of canon powers Nico di Angelo either has shown or is heavily implied to have:

Shadow-travel

Manipulation of shadows/darkness (also possibly use of shadows as a pocket-dimension a la Magicians using the Duat in The Kane Chronicles)

Becoming intangible/shadows

Complete control over skeletons/bones (dead or alive, including summoning, reanimation, and/or changing shape of them) and being able to sense their presence

Summoning, reanimating, commanding, and dispelling the dead/undead (Skeletons, zombies, ghosts, etc & varieties) and being able to sense their presence

Ability to understand/communicate with the dead/undead and potentially other beings of the Underworld

Inherent complete comprehension of Latin

Ability to perceive the usually unperceivable/possibly look upon a deity’s true form without repercussion (at least moreso than the average demigod, though possibly is restricted to chthonic beings) (ex: Tartarus, potentially also interacting with his parents, etc)

Interacting tangibly with ghosts (implied to be a Ghost King thing rather than a Hades/Pluto thing)

Partial or complete immunity to different effects of the Underworld/things within (can consume food/drink of or in the Underworld without repercussions, effects from the Lethe wear off over time instead of being permanent like usual for mortals, etc)

Astral projection/”Walking in dreams”

Dream manipulation and projection (Sending dreams to others, etc.) (presumably includes sharing/projecting dreams with others) alongside inflicting sleep upon others even from a distance.

Illusions

Manipulation of emotions/aura that inflicts specific emotions on others (ex.: radiating fear/death onto enemies)

Projection of emotions and memories onto others (can be so forceful it causes physical damage like a shockwave)

Geokinesis (all forms but also specifically generating black marble) (presumably also specialized control over precious gemstones & non-paper currency)

Temperature manipulation (seemingly only lowering temperature)/creating frost)

Control/manipulation of souls, including living beings (ex: ripping out Bryce Lawrence’s soul)

Perceiving/reading/judging of souls (most likely also a Ghost King thing over Hades/Pluto thing, but possibly both)

Converting living into dead/undead, aka instakill (ex: disintegrating monsters to bone with one touch)

Lowering or manipulation of own vitals (breathing, heart rate, etc)

Death Trance/pseudo-hibernation (possibly also general control over states of consciousness at least for self, in combo with control over vitals & dreams)

Sensing death (impending or when it occurs, sometimes receiving dreams/visions of it occurring)

Able to sense other children of Hades/Pluto (potentially also other chthonic beings in general/able to identify based on sense alone) and also just living beings in general, such as mortals (possibly via souls).

Improved navigation underground/in the Underworld and ability to traverse restricted or normally unnavigable parts of the Underworld

Enhanced strength/abilities when in the Underworld

Inherently unnaturally quiet (possibly able to silence sound on a designated target)

Hiding/shielding self from being perceived (seemingly related to shadows/silence)

#pjo #riordanverse #nico di angelo #long post //#MY BOY IS OP AS FUCK and i love this about him #so many of these are so underutilized #when will Nico get to use his geokinesis again #we only see him make marble once in BoTL and then never again #based on that he should theoretically be able to do everything Hazel can do. which also implies Hazel can do everything he can do #let Hazel summon a skeleton for once and Nico hits somebody with a rock cmon #also i still firmly believe Nico should get to turn invisible #we've seen him become intangible. his dad's notable item is a helm that makes you invisible. let him turn invisible.#but yeah big 3 kids are op. look at nico go. and this is just physical abilities not including stuff like Annabeth being smart #or cabin 7 kids being good at music or whatever #presumably for Nico/Hazel it'd be like a penchant for diplomacy and legality-related things presumably #and i like to hc he has a personal inherent knowledge bank of everyone who has ever died in his lifetime - just details about their deaths #mostly anyways and then like basic facts about who they were/next of kin/etc #so they can tap into that at any time and be like ''hold on lemme look this person/their relatives up real quick''#i usually like to write that as how Nico confirmed what was up with Jason when they first met #he just kind of squinted at Jason and went ''okay. hm. who are you next of kin of? Beryl - OH YOU'RE THALIA'S BROTHER''

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zolawffy · 2 months

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Backstage. - Portgas Ace (Punk/Rockstar) part 1

Smut is in part 2, part 1 is the build up.

Not proof read, Still editing 🚧 from time to time.

The bar was loud with chatter, and you sat at the stool, taking the last sip of your wine. Suddenly, you were snapped back into reality as you felt a cold hand on your thigh. "Gonna keep ignoring me all night, pretty girl?" a monotone voice whispered in your ear from behind.

You moved out of the way and slapped his hand. "I already told you, I don't want your attention, or anything else from you," you said, leaning over the bar counter, putting as much distance between you and him as possible.

This time, his cold rough hands crept onto your shoulder. He smelled your empty wine glass before ordering from the bartender. You rolled your eyes at him. Why is this guy not taking the hint? You already rejected him At least five times? As the unwelcome touch sent a shiver down your spine, you swiftly recoiled, asserting your boundaries with yet again a firm slap and a clear refusal.

Yet, despite your obvious dismissal, the intruder persisted, his voice dripping with entitlement and disregard for your wishes. The bar doors busted open, not sure why, but you got goosebumps. Apparently everyone did, everyone looked at the door except for you and the guy trying to get your number. He slid the wine towards you. “Here, have a drink, love.” He said, with lust lingering on his words.

You then realized how silent the bar was besides the occasional whispers and muttering that was mostly inaudible to you. You heard slow but attentive footsteps approaching the counter.

“How about you have a taste of your own concoction?” A random guy said sliding the wine glass back towards the pervert.

You watched with weary eyes. The pervert didn’t say much, he just glared at the stranger. He clearly felt threatened. You were definitely not expecting what happened next, especially with the whole bar watching.

The stranger slowly emptied the wine onto the floor before slamming the empty glass on the counter. He nodded his head at the bartender, the shy bartender threw the mop to the mysterious stranger.

And he shoved it into the pervert's chest. “Clean it up.” The pervert didn't hesitate to do what he said. You guessed this guy really is intimidating. He sat next to you on the barstool and you stared into your reflection through your wine glass.

Today is not your night. You side-eyed the guy next to you. It's not usual to see a guy shirtless in the bar. It didn't take long for you to notice his tattoos as he downed whiskey. You wanted to say thank you. But you were drunk and nervous.

“Got your attention, huh?” He said laughing. His voice, rough and edged with amusement, pulled you out of your thoughts. You glanced at him, caught off guard by his sudden acknowledgment. The faint glimmer of mischief danced in his eyes, contrasting with the stern exterior he had displayed moments ago.

Despite his intimidating presence, there was something about him that you couldn’t quite resist. “Don’t worry, I'm used to it.” He said downing yet another glass.

"Yeah, you could say that," you replied, a faint smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Thanks for... handling that." You spoke quietly.

He indeed made a scene, other girls were wanting to be in your shoes..?

His grin widened, revealing a hint of dimples and you took notice of his freckles, he raised his glass in a mock salute. "No problem. Just couldn't stand by and watch. “ he said, his tone laced with playfulness.

You chuckled softly, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood. "Well, I appreciate the rescue, even if it was a bit...extreme” you nervously added. "Extreme is my middle name, baby." he quipped, taking another sip of his whiskey. "I'm Ace, by the way,” he added.

"Nice to meet you, Ace," you replied, offering a small nod. "I'm Y/N.” You fell into an easy silence, it was because you started putting two and two together. the reason the bar got silent, the whispers, it wasn’t cause he was shirtless. But because he’s the leader of the famous band performing tonight.

“You’re apart of that band, aren’t you?” You ask curiously. Ace's grin widened, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Guilty as charged," he admitted, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Guess the cat's out of the bag now." You couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement.

Here you were, sitting next to the charismatic frontman of the band you had been a bit eagerly anticipating seeing perform. It was surreal, to say the least. Or is it because you're drunk?? "Wow, that's... impressive," you replied, struggling to contain your surprise. "I had no idea." Ace chuckled, a rumble of laughter that reverberated through the air.

"Yeah, well, you never know who could be sitting next to ya, lucky for you tho, it’s me. " he remarked with a tilt of his hat. Just then, you heard the drums roar and ripple through the crowd. You both watched as everyone began to push and shove to get as close up as possible. “Thats my cue,” he chuckled. He shockingly handed you two things.

A backstage pass and a ticket to the reserved area below the stage. You gushed at the tickets as he ran off. As the realization sunk in, you found yourself viewing Ace in a new light. Behind the rebellious exterior and the confident swagger, there was a person—a person who, despite his status, had intervened to help you in a moment of need.

And you ended up smiling very very hard. "Must be wild, being up on stage in front of all those people," you mused, taking a final sip of your drink at the bar counter. Before approaching the reserved area.

Some people were there but not many. You saw ace on stage, in the light you finally took a better look at his features. He had one of his eyebrows slit, an eyebrow piercing, a lip piercing, freckles, cheek dimples, and his tattoos.

One tat on the side of his upper chest, one on his back, and the other on his muscular arm. Ill admit he is really hot. “You ready alabasta?” Ace said hyping up the crowd. And boy, was the crowd screaming.

He paced around the stage before putting his hands on his hip. “Cmon Alabasta, you can do better than that.” He teased. There was people lined up on the block wanting to come in, people outside even responding, what more does he want??

You braced yourself for the loud screaming as they responded to him. People had poster boards and someone even threw their bra on stage. “Were not here to play it safe, so if you cant handle the fire you better leave now!” He teased.

The band started playing. Ace was the lead singer as well as the guitarist. You enjoyed his show very much. As it came to an end, the fire sprinklers went off. Ace’s show was hype as hell but damn did he have to wet your hair that you worked hard on??

He took off his black leather jacket that he put on mid-show. It was all black with rhinestone that spelled out Ace along with the spade symbol. He hit his signature pose on stage and handed you his jacket.

He tipped his hat at you and winked before standing up. And god, did your hear flutter. At least the girls were cheering you on rather than hating. It was the end, so ace was posing for pictures as well as taking selfies on his fans' phones.

And tell me why ace took a selfie on someone’s phone holding the lace pink bra someone threw on stage… Anyways, you went backstage after a pat-down and scan.

Ace had his own lil dressing room even though he's barely dressed. He was lounging in a white chair, sweat clinging to his abs, pants unbuttoned, legs spread, and chest heaving. He didn’t notice you came in. “Knock knock.” You spoke.

Ace's head snapped up at the sound of your voice, and a grin spread across his face as he caught sight of you standing in the doorway.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to join the afterparty," he said, his tone playful as he gestured for you to come closer.

“More like a pity party, no ones here but us.” You said sitting on the arm of the chair.

“Ouch.” He replied, holding his chest like he's in pain.

Ace's grin widened as he leaned back. "Well, consider yourself lucky, sweetheart. Not everyone gets an exclusive backstage pass to the Ace show," he said with a wink. You couldn't help but blush at his flirty banter, feeling a rush of warmth spread through you at the intimate setting.

Despite his larger-than-life persona on stage, there was a sense of vulnerability in the way he lounged there, his guard momentarily down. You took the time to notice the red LED signs around in the room, the weary brick wall, and the lewd magazines as well as posters on the wall. There was also a large collection of his own CDs and vinyls on the wall. Although there seemed to be CDs everywhere.

He didn’t have much on his vanity since you decided to ignore the box of condoms and ashtray. I mean, THIS IS his band’s room. Not only his. Plus it’s his business, right?..right??

"So, what did you think of the show?" Ace asked, his gaze locking with yours as he awaited your response. You paused for a moment, gathering your thoughts before replying, "It was incredible, I loved it Ace. It was my first concert.

You guys really know how to put on a show." You smiled. Ace's grin turned into a satisfied smirk at your words, a glint of pride shining in his eyes. "Damn right we do," he said with a chuckle. "But it's even better when I've got someone like you watching me."

The compliment caught you off guard, and you felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks. "Well, I-I'll definitely be cheering you on from now on," you replied, unable to hide the smile that tugged at your lips. AND YOU STUTTERED NOOOOOOO!!! you were crying inside. “You implyin’ you wanna be by my side more baby girl?”

Ace's voice had dropped to a low, husky murmur, sending a shiver down your spine as his words hung in the air, heavy with innuendo. You swallowed nervously, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you met his intense gaze.

"Maybe," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, your heart pounding in your chest.

Ace's grin widened into a mischievous smirk as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin.

"Well, lucky for you, sweetheart, I've got a few more shows lined up. Maybe you'd like to stick around and see where things go?" He said confidently inspecting his hand.

You bit your lip, unable to tear your gaze away from his as he stood up and approached you, "I-I think I'd like that," you murmured, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

Ace's grin softened into a tender smile as he reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of your cheek and down to your chin, lifting it. "Then it's settled," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Looks like you've got yourself a backstage pass to all my shows, sweetheart." And as his lips met yours in a lingering kiss, you placed your hands on his muscular shoulders and rubbed his arms. “Damn, you’re a good kisser.” He said deepening the kiss.

You moaned softly as he moved down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses. He then backed up and looked you in the eyes. He had an entirely new look in his eyes. “fuck, what type of spell did you put on me? Cause i can't get enough.”

and to clear it up guys ace was sweaty with his pants unbuttoned because he was tired from all the movement on stage, not cus he was handling some business.

Sneak peak of part 2:

His hands gripped ya jaw firmly n forced ya to look at him. You noticed the muscles of his flexing along with the veins coursing throughout his arm. You wanted him, now. But anyone could walk in. He pulled out a pocket knife and..

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