#hoo

[mediumgayitalian]

Nico is pretty sure, at this point, that something has gone wrong. A chasm has opened up, a trap went haywire, an explosion went off and blew up half the camp. Something drastic has to have happened to make everyone go quiet.

But the rocks of Zeus’ fist are sun-warmed. A sweet-smelling breeze ruffles brand new leaves, musses his hair, although it’s hot enough that he’s rolled up the cuffs of his jeans and forgone a sweater. Will is on guard duty next to him, and no one has come to bother them in hours, and he cannot bring himself to care.

“Found one!”

“No way,” Nico protests, leaning over to see. “It’s been ten minutes!”

In the palm of the cupped hand Will holds out between them, held loose so as not to crush it, is a four-leaf clover. One of the more picturesque ones, too; emerald green, heart-shaped leaves, delicately crimped, and a thin curling stem tapered perfectly down the middle.

Will shrugs, smiling. There’s enough bitten-back teasing in his expression that it looks more like a smirk. “I guess I’m just lucky.”

“Lucky I don’t smite you, maybe,” Nico grumbles. “Go away. Your bad vibes are hindering my success.”

Snorting, Will does, shuffling back over to let Nico comb through the clover thatch in peace. He stretches out on the grass — he ditched his shoes and helmet and armour the literal second the rest of the team ran off, the dork — and shifts ‘til he’s comfortable, ankles crossed, hands behind his head, eyes closed. Nico pictures him with a piece of straw sticking out of his mouth and a cowboy hat resting over his eyes and giggles to himself. The image is so clear he’s half-certain it was a vision.

“Though you were tryin’ to focus,” Will mutters, cracking one eye open.

Nico sticks his tongue out. “I’m trying, derpface. All your shifting around is distracting.”

“I’ve moved maybe three times.”

“Yeah, in as many minutes.”

Will, without looking, plucks a blade of grass and flicks it at him. “Stay focused, Death Breath.” He stretches his arms above his head, sighing. “I’m gonna nap.”

He doesn’t move when Nico flings a handful of (regular) clovers at him, infuriatingly serene. He’s trained himself to fall asleep anywhere, anything to catch up on the sleep debt he’s been wracking up for years, and the sunny patch of clearing in the first they’re in is one of the nicer places Nico has found him passed out. At least here he can stretch out, sit in the sun — Nico found him tucked in between the camp washer and dryer, once, curled under a stack of laundry baskets. He’d made a valiant effort to hide himself from accident-prone younger siblings and best friends who invite mortal wrath, but his snoring had given him away. Nico’d heard him outside the building.

Here, though, no one is bothering them. Chiron’s playing field medic, the infirmary has been stocked, the Ares kids were cursed by Clovis and co. last week and have been asleep since. There haven’t been any echoing screams of agony. No desperate IMs. Nico, even, makes sure to keep his sword within reach, armour still firmly strapped, quietly on guard so Will doesn’t have to be. For once, he can take up as much space as he likes, bare skin absorbing the sun that has outshined the clouds perhaps for the express purpose of keeping him toasty even without a blanket.

Nico drags his eyes back towards the clovers, smiling. He’s cute when he sleeps. Sometimes he mumbles, nonsensical ramblings of the half-conscious, too slurred for Nico to make much sense of it. He catches bits and pieces of words and phrases as he picks through the soft leaves; lemme try, twice, as he watches a ladybug hop her way over a stone; careful with that, as he tosses a handful of regular, three-leaf clovers into the air; and notably diphenhydramine as he digs his hand through the soft dirt to yank out a worm.

Nico turns to face him. “You’re a nerd,” he says solemnly.

Will snores in response.

“Sleep quieter, why don’t you.”

The thing about Will is that he is like a tapeworm.

Nico means this in the best possible way. They start out invisible — sure, you might feel the irritation of something new burrowing its way into your person, but it’s not your most pressing concern. You’ve maybe got other things on your mind. You’re not focused, intensely, on how tiny changes are happening to you; you’re eating more, moving more, sleeping weird. Sometimes this happens. It’s nothing notable.

Slowly, though, you start to change. There’s this…cavern, inside of you, that you’re suddenly aware of. Maybe it was always there. You’re struck, more and more each day, with the need to fill yourself. To consume. You are aware, for the first time in years, that you have not had enough. There has been an emptiness inside you. And now there’s this driving force making home inside you instead, pushing you to take enough to not just survive but to thrive. You’re capable, now, in a way you weren’t before, to feel your needs, your wants. To listen to them. There is something that has worked it’s way inside you and grown and grown and grown and forced you, alongside it, to care about yourself enough to maintain its life inside you.

Will would probably not appreciate being compared to a parasite. It might be funny to tell him anyway, though. Watch his eye twitch as he tries to find a diplomatic way to ask Nico what the fuck his deal is. He’ll have to tell him when he wakes up.

A quiet groaning noise has him looking up again; the sound of rustling clothes and twisting grass.

“Y’r smirkin’.”

Speak of the devil. Or parasite.

Nico picks at a tangled stem. “What are your thoughts on tapeworms?”

“Generally bad,” Will says, yawning. He doesn’t seem fazed at all by the random question — he usually isn’t. People ask him a lot of strange things, generally. Like, how many consecutive concussions are medically unsound? (any, dude, please), or what is the recommended liquid amount of iron to swallow to fortify your blood? (none, please don’t fucking swallow liquid iron), or perhaps most notable are you up for learning how to un-do cerebral paralysis within the next ten seconds? (no, Jesus Christ, get off the fucking roof and set down the wax wings, do you people learn nothing ever).

“What about tapeworms as a metaphor for friendship?”

“…That’s a new one, I’ll give you that.”

Hell yes. Point to Nico.

“D’you find one, yet?”

Nico’s face drops into a scowl. “No.”

He doesn’t understand how Will found a four-leaf so quickly. Nico’s been looking for much longer, and the clover patch is huge — statistically, he should have found one by now, right? It just makes sense.

Will hums, dragging himself to his knees and then somersaulting over. He lands legs sprawled over a smattering of pebbles, head by Nico’s knees. Nico reaches out and flicks his temples, just to watch him wrinkle his nose in protest.

“Whattaya so bent on getting one for, anyway?”

Nico shrugs, looking away. “Luck.”

“Duh.” Will pokes his thigh. “What for?”

“None of your business, nosy.”

“Well, that just made me a thousand times more interested. I was going to let it go, before, but now —”

“You’re so full of shit,” Nico huffs, grinning. Will matches his look with a shameless smile, placing his hands under his chin in a caricature of cherubic innocence.

“Why, whatever do you mean.”

“I mean —” he punctuates every word with a pinch — “that you have to know every detail —”

“Ack! Stop!”

“— of everybody else’s lives —”

“Hey! Derek Hale! Put the claws away!”

“— at any given time —”

“I am going to scream!”

“— or you’ll die.”

He acquires, finally, to Will’s screeching and writhing, pushing him away with one last poke. He pouts, looking at Nico with round, wounded eyes.

“You’re so mean to me.”

“You invite it, honestly.”

“By caring about you, you butthead.”

Nico rolls his eyes, fighting back a smile. “Yeah, yeah.”

Looking for the four-leaf is different with Will watching him. Different, somehow, even though he’s quiet, chin resting on his knees, eyes following Nico’s searching hands. Every shift has Nico’s breath catching, fingers twitching at his minute hums, his tapping fingers. He’s distracting. If Nico was struggling to find the lucky clover before, it’s hopeless now. Will drags his attention like the core of the Earth drags everything towards it.

“Hey,” Will murmurs, poking Nico with his toe. “Take mine.”

Nico glances up to find his hand, again, outstretched between them, four-leaf clover centred in the palm of his wide hands. His eyes watch every minute shift of Nico’s form, his stuttered breath, sweating palms. Bitten lip, shifting eyes.

“…You don’t know what I need it for.”

“I don’t need to.” Blue, blue, blue eyes. Ridiculously so, really. An exact match for the sky no matter what time of day; olympic blue, now, an perfect reflection of the late afternoon. “Take it.”

He thrusts his hand out farther. Heart pounding, Nico does, lightly pinching the stem between his thumb and forefinger, keeping his hand curled on Will’s.

He promised himself. One to ten thousand chance — if he found one, he’d do it.

It counts.

“Hey, Will.”

Blue widely above him, encroached by the canopy. Blue flapping in the wind behind him, perched on Zeus’ fist. Blue on the plumes of his helmet. Blue in the lavender, in the grape hyacinth, in the cornflowers.

Blue, blue, blue eyes, meeting his, flicking down. Flicking hastily back up again.

Nico tugs, gently, on his wrist. He moves where Nico directs him. Easily.

Up. Down. Up again. Perfect rings, thinning against a growing expanse of black.

Nico darts forward and kisses him. He sighs into it, immediately, hand going limp in Nico’s hold. The clover flutters to the ground between them, disappearing once again in a sea of green.

“You didn’t need luck for this,” Will mumbles.

Nico tilts their heads to rest closer together and kisses him ‘til he’s quiet.

[strungoutheart]

original series   first prev

[yendts]

part two of the pjo x atla au info cards!! part one

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Leo x daughter of Dionysus blurb with a focus of trying not to get caught by Mr D? Maybe with a little spice but that's optional.

✮⋆˙ sneak around the grapevine; leo valdez x daughter of dionysus! reader blurb

content: leo valdez x daughter of dionysus! reader blurb warning: edges on nsfw...tread carefully ig, intense making out and the language that comes with that author's note: twas the night before all the leo fics, when all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse lmao- evidently in a leo mood

"leo- oh, gods, leo, don't- fuck...leo, leo, leo- my dad-"

"you really wanna talk about your dad right now?" leo asked as he pulled back from where he was sucking wine-colored hickeys into your neck, looking up at your through his lashes. you swallowed thickly at his words and his gaze, your resolve instantly crumbling as you smashed your lips against his, surely bruising them to match your neck.

"we- we should really go inside the cabin," you gasped against leo's lips as you pulled back, his face cupped in your hands as to force his lips off yours. and to keep his skin touching at least some of your own skin, but that wasn't the main reason...at least that's what you told yourself. leo rolled his eyes, dodging your lips and returning his to your collarbone, ghosting kisses there. you could barely feel them as you leaned your head back against your cabin's walls, puffs of air and moans floating from your mouth.

"you should really keep making those noises," teased leo, his hands that were firmly placed against your hips giving you a small squeeze that had you squealing and shaking your head at the silly boy. he offered you a bright smile, completely unaware of your wine red lipstick which smeared his lips. you couldn't help yourself, pressing your body to his - including your lips - eager to cover his face with the color. a muffled groan left leo's mouth but you caught it in your own, your lips never parting as you swallowed it. his hands slid up from your hips and under your shirt, one going behind to tease your bra clasp and the other cupping your tit through your lace bra.

"you're such a tease," you breathed against leo's lips as you managed to pull back from him, the boy winking down at you as he went to open his mouth but then a voice that wasn't his own spoke up.

"and, so, so done for. i hope you like water, valdez, because im gonna turn you into a dolphin."

you and leo froze, his hands still up your shirt and your neck's shades of red and purple proudly on display. and your father, standing off to the side and a fire - literally you could see flames - in his eyes. you squeaked, rapidly scrambling to get leo's hands off you for the first time that evening, the boy still in shock and probably desperately trying to find a way out of the situation.

"fuck- leo, run," you hissed at the boy, who instantly took off at speeds that would have impressed hermes, but your father was quick on his tail.

"DON'T RUN NOW, BOY! YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO FEEL UP MY DAUGTHER WITH FLIPPERS, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"

"DADDDDDDDD! LET HIM GO- NO, NO DON'T TURN HIM INTO A DOLPHIN, DAD- UGH, CHIRONNNNNNNNNNNNNN!"

"dionysus! unhand the boy! no, no, no- there will be no turning of demigods to dolphin's today!"

[lotuez]

[8:36]

everyone knows percy jackson loves blue, and he’s always seen in blue. the day you and him became official, you’d always wear blue, and with that, he thought about wearing your signature color too…

he loves to think that you wearing blue means that your his and him wearing your color means that he’s yours…

[iheartgirlzn]

KISS ME BETTER

pairing: percy jackson x gn!reader (who is a child of apollo)

summary: percy gets hurt and goes to the infirmary, you kiss his wound better.

warning(s): none! just fluff ♡

a/n: AAA THIS IS TOO CUTE

percy jackson was someone who was an often visitor at camp half-bloods infirmary. it was usually because he picked a fight with clarisse la rue - the ares cabins head counsellor, or he got too reckless during capture the flag, the list could go on really.

today was one of those days.

he walked into the infirmary, his eyes scanning the room for his favourite child of apollo. spotting them, he made his way over. smiling through the pain and holding his weirdly-twisted arm, he said hello.

“hello percy, oh my-” you gasp in reply, looking up from your book and spotting the way his arm was bent. “again? come on, sit down, sit down!”

you rushed him over to one of the infirmary’s beds and muttered multiple curses under your breath. opening one of the medical cabinets, you got out a bar of ambrosia for the boy.

“eat a piece of this, it’ll fix you right up. again.” you tell him, giving him a stern look. percy laughs nervously taking the food and swallowing it.

“oops?” he grins, looking at you mischievously. he lets go of his arm and flexes it. “hey! still in one piece!”

you roll your eyes at his antics and chuckle to yourself. “i’d sure hope so. you can stay here until you’re ready to leave.”

percy watches as you begin walk away, and his smile falters slightly. “wait.” he says, making you turn around with a curious look on your face.

“uh- kiss it better?” he asks, then internally curses himself for saying something so stupid. “i mean-”

but before he could finish his sentence you’d already knelt down beside him. you held his arm with a delicate hand and kissed his elbow.

he flushes at the soft yet intimate gesture and tries to stutter out a response. “there you go, feeling better now?” you ask, grinning.

“uh huh..” he agrees, hardly hearing anything other than his own heartbeat.

“good, i’ll be over there if you need me then.” and with that you walked away from where he sat, leaving percy to his own flustered thoughts.

‘maybe i should pick fights with clarisse more often.’

don’t steal my work pls and ty <3

[candyfox85]

idk if this is supported by canon but Will and Nico most definitely take care of each other, like will helping Nico through nightmares and Nico making sure will eats and sleeps instead of just working in the infirmary

[modawg]

i just want percy to tell annabeth everything he’s feeling and everything he’s felt and how sad he is and how hard he’s been trying and about all the times he was about to give up and how he doesn’t always see the light at the end of the tunnel but also doesn’t really know why he keeps walking anyway

i just want annabeth to pull him into a tight hug as he cries and gets that kid a fucking therapist bc HESUS CHRISTTT

i think the only reason sally would ever know everything that’s happened to percy is bc annabeth was there and gave him the courage to say it all

[sketchtheinfinity]

Re-entering an era so Nico drawing dump (⁠ ^▽^ ⁠)

[tired-teddybear]

the difference between CHB and CJ

camp halfblood: you get a necklace and add a painted bead for every year you’re here!

camp jupiter: you get a branded tattoo and add a mark for every year you’re here.

[seulgishaku]

When Jason had his coin that could transform into a spear or a lance or a battle hammer and a sword etc, he had names for all the weapons

Now Jason loved mythology. It was the one pleasure he allowed himself to delve into so naturally, all of his weapons were inspired.

He called his spear Ius, to rep his father's titles for law and justice. He called his hammer Mjolnir, in honor of the mighty Nordic god, Thor.

But his sword he named entirely on his own. He called her Scarlett, to spite the foolish demigods who would dare draw their swords against Rome. No matter how many times he attempted to clean her, no matter how deep and thorough, her beautiful gold blade was always stained a tinge of red.

[mediumgayitalian]

“Thought you might like this.”

Nico turns the thin plastic casing over in his hands. It catches the limited light from the one open window, refracting a burst of rainbow across the shadowy ceiling.

“What…is it?”

“Mixtape.” Will rocks back on his heels, hands swinging slightly at his sides. He hums idly, flicking his gaze across the room faster than Nico can track. Distracted. “Songs ‘n stuff.”

Contrary to popular belief, Nico knows what a mixtape is. CDs as well, for that matter. In fact he distinctly remembers when they came out — the transition from cassette to CD was a triumphant one. Way easier for him to save his game processes and transfer to new machines as they came. (He wonders, idly, what happened to his stack of CDs left at the Lotus. Are they still there, standing alone in his half of the room? Next to his dresser, across from Bianca’s coin and token collection? Is there enough dust in that standstill place to cover the entire living space in a thick blanket of forgotten memory?)

“I can see that, Solace. I meant — why.”

“Because!” Solace gestures grandly, hands fluttering in some particular way that means nothing, really; just accentuates his wide grin, his twinkling eyes. The rocking he’s constantly doing, back and forth, back and forth, the twitching of his fingers. Electrons on a wire. “It’s been a while since you’ve had a radio or anything, right? Figured you might have a couple years to catch up on. Might be fun.”

Nico turns the CD case over again in his hand, peripherally aware of the shifting rainbows, still, reflecting off Will’s hair now, dying it redgreengold. There’s sharpie scrawled across the surface, completely illegible except for the plethora of exclamation points, the doodle of a cat, and the chain of flowers drawn carefully around the edge.

Will is smiling so, so brightly.

“Thank you,” Nico says quietly. He clears his throat, looking away. “I’ll, um. I’ll listen to it. Tonight.”

“Great!” Will chirps. “I got lots more, I’ll stop by after my shift and you can tell me what you liked. That way you can have more input on karaoke night.”

“Oh, I’m not gonna —”

“See you tomorrow! Write down what you think!”

“— do that.”

Nico returns his parting wave helplessly, watching as he sprints down the stairs and then, for no discernible reason, cartwheels three times on his way across the common. Immediately upon righting himself he walks into a (thankfully unlit) brazier and goes sprawling, calling out, to no one, I’m okay! and bounding back off.

“How are you alive,” Nico mutters to himself. He turns back to the CD case, running his thumb across the edges. He notices, for the first time, the hearts that have been drawn along the clasps. A smile pushes its way across his face no matter how hard he tries to fight it back.

When he plays it that night, lying on his bed with his headphones tucked over his ears and his Walkman resting on his stomach, the first song is Walking on Sunshine.

He can’t fight back a smile then, either.

[snoelledarts]

✨ It has been done!! ✨

My Percy Jackson and co. stickers are here : D Grab Percy smokin' a joint or "WHO SAYS I AM GAY" Nico vs Ally Jason today! Here!

(Was that good? Am I doing this right?)

the girlies are next I PROMISE

Nico and Will "Save a horse ride a cowboy" "Be Gay Do Crime" are ALSO up!

[yendts]

more of the pjo x atla au, this time a redraw of the sun warriors episode🔥

„Just make your own! Or go back and get some from the Sages!” Leo and Nico discover the original source of fire bending as a part of Nico’s avatar training, but it’s not without a few hiccups…

obviously the roles are reversed with who is the avatar in this but nico and zuko’s personalities line up too well for me to do it the other way around lol

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

✮⋆˙ i got my hot pants on tonight; leo valdez x reader blurb

content: leo valdez x reader blurb warning: crappy spanish and like ONE 'fuck' but that's it frfr author's note: we backkkkkkk (hopefully). honestly, this one's gonna be a little cringey BUT i thought of it while i was on a road trip and it wouldn't leave me alone lmao- update post writing it...AND I LOVE ITTTTTT SHUT UP IF YOU DONTTTTTT

"leo! donde esta mi chico fuego?" you called as you walked into bunker nine, your hands hiding something behind your back. you were quite proud of your spanish, which you knew always left leo drooling when you spoke it. even if the pronunciation was all off and the grammar terrible.

"aquí, mi amor! give me a second, baby!" leo's voice called back, followed by a few painful sounding clanking sounds before leo came tripping out from behind some project. he glared back at the metal as if it had been out to get him before turn to you with a glimmer in his eyes. you're lips twitched upwards at the look, as it was one of your favorites.

"hiya, cutie," he mused as he made quick work of the distance between you two, eager to capture your lips as victims of his own. and you leaned forwards, always down for a kiss from your boy but purposefully keeping your arms behind you and your body leaned towards his. leo's lips twitched against yours at this, pulling back with a frown at the new kissing position. you smirked at him, which just caused his face to scrunch up more. and he couldn't look any cuter if he tried.

"i've got a present for you," you start and leo tilts his head in encouraging curiosity. "well, techincally, not 'got.' more of 'made.'"

"oh, stealing my love language, baby?" teased leo and you rolled your eyes at the boy before slowly pulling your arms from behind your back and presenting the gift to the boy, suddenly nervous. you knew he'd love it...right? but, what if you were over stepping or what if he hated it and never spoke to you again or-

"OH. MY. GODS. ARE YOU FUCKING WITH ME RIGHT NOW?" leo screamed, his loud voice echoing through bunker nine and surely reaching jason, who was currently at new rome. your racing thoughts were quickly blow away by his decibels, a smile gracing your face once more. leo took the present from your hands with the eagerness of a child, nearly jumping for joy as he inspected it.

it really wasn't anything to go all screaming about in your opinion, but clearly leo thought otherwise. you'd simply stolen a pair of his too-loved cargo pants and saved the fraying ends with embroidery thread. but, fixing his pants was far too simple for you. so, you went out of your way to make a little flame pattern for your chico fuego.

"baby. honey. love of my life. these are amazing. thank you, so much. i don't know what i'd do without you," leo mused, brightly giving you a smile before setting the pants down on a workbench and wrapping his arms around you, loving and appreciative kisses being pressed into your cheeks and hair and neck and shoulder and really anywhere else his lips could reach.

and then he was racing to his closet, dragging you behind him, determined to find the perfect fit to match his new jeans.

and, obviously, a matching fit for you too!!

he ain't going nowhere if he's not matching with his girl.

[thestarstoasun]

Okay, so ignoring The Burning Maze in TOA. Imagine Jason hearing about Leo building his new life at the Waystation & he already knows Piper is working on her new mortal life. It leaves him questioning where he fits in now. What is he supposed to do? He still has to finish the shrines to the minor Gods, but after that, what purpose would keep him around? He was raised by Lupa during his crucial years, and then at 4 was sworn into the Legion. Yet, he's become too Greek to stay around Camp Jupiter. He doesn't fit in like he used to. And he's too restrained to really fit in at Camp Half-Blood.

It hurts because the two people closest to him seem to be adjusting just fine to new lives, and he has no idea what he'll do when this task is done. This giant question lies at his feet, and he doesn't want to search for the answer, the real answer. Because, if asked, the answer would be Son of Jupiter, Juno's Champion, and former Praetor.

Under all of Juno's memory meddling, behind the child soldier, beneath the abandoned toddler, Who is Jason Grace?