#me: leave nico alone! stop messing with him!

[zombiesama]

I refer to my wigs as the character they're for so I just had a very serious conversation with Aloe's cat telling her to leave Nico alone

[storywriter007]

You Promised - Percy Jackson x Fem!Reader

summary: in which y/n and percy realize they will never be the friends they used to be as not even time can fix these wounds

warnings: betrayal, sadness, cursing, anger

genre: angst

word count: 1k

-> heroes of olympus masterlist

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y/n watched as the argo ll struggled to get the athena parthenos on deck. she tried desperately to help, but had to stop when she saw annabeth slip into what could be tartarus. y/n jumped down carefully, and clung onto the very edge of the wall.

“don’t let go! i’m going to get you out of there!” she yelled to annabeth and percy, who were holding on for dear life.

although annabeth and y/n had never been great friends, they were on the same team and they were fighting for the same cause. what kind of hero would she be if she let her own teammate fall into hell?

y/n reached a hand out to percy, telling him to hoist himself up to her and then they could pull annabeth out. suddenly, the large statue hit the wall, causing an earthquake, and y/n slipped.

“ah!” she said, dragging her sword into the wall. 

she was to annabeth’s right, but below her. both hands on her sword for her life. she pulled herself back and swung, and kicked annabeth upwards. percy was able to pull her up and jason lifted annabeth up, back onto the argo ll. the force was killing y/n. percy then pulled himself up, while clinging to the small side of the wall.

“percy! please, help!” y/n cried, trying to get back up, but she couldn’t, she needed another hand.

“i promise nothing will happen to you y/n!” percy yelled back.

another piece of the rock percy was standing on fell off. he stood on a thin narrow piece of rock. the terror y/n felt for both herself and percy was unmatched. they were friends, and you’re supposed to help a friend, right?

“percy, get up here!” annabeth called frantically.

“what about y/n?” percy yelled back.

at this point, y/n was holding back tears. annabeth wouldn’t leave her here, she wouldn’t. despite their differences, she was a good woman, and she wouldn’t do this to her teammate. at least, that’s why y/n prayed.

“percy please!” annabeth screamed, desperation filling her voice, and tears coming to her eyes. “i can’t lose you again!” 

percy looked down at y/n, who’s arms were sore. she gave him a look, don’t do this to me, but he did it. percy took annabeth’s hand and got onto the argo ll. pain ran across y/n’s already sore body, as tears filled her eyes. she saw percy’s sea green eyes looking down at her.

“hold on y/n!” leo yelled. “we’re going to save you!”

“you promised.” she whispered, before her sword gave out.

y/n felt herself fall, fall deep into the pits of hell.

what y/n saw in tartarus was something no average demigod could withstand, and she did it alone. she fought for her life every hour while the betrayal sank in every minute. torturing memories replayed in her head, and she was forced to relive them. 

just when y/n thought she couldn’t be more messed up, she ended up on an entirely different level of insane.

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when she saw the seven again, relief filled her veins as she ran towards leo with a warm embrace. the two had grown close, often working on machines together and cracking corny jokes. she hugged hazel as tightly as she could. hazel was like y/n’s younger sister, and y/n so desperately wanted to protect her innocence, so that she would not end up like herself, corrupted and ruined. she never knew she would miss frank, but she did. 

jason and piper were greeted with short side-hugs, and a half-smile. but the rage that filled y/n’s veins when she saw percy and annabeth was demonic. just when it couldn’t get it worse, she got stabbed in the back. she walked straight past the two, not even acknowledging their presence, and gave nico a warm hug, which he reciprocated. 

“i thought you were dead.” leo said, smiling.

“you’re lucky, i would’ve made my ghost haunt you for years to come.” she joked back.

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the seven, y/n, nico, will, and reyna were all discussing the prophecy and the attacks, and what was to come. when they had come up with somewhat of a plan, percy asked to talk to y/n, alone.

y/n would’ve done anything but talk to him, but she politely nodded, following him into a small room.

“i’m glad you’re back.” percy started.

“really? because it seemed you were keen on my death.” she spat back.

pain and regret filled his eyes.

“not a day goes by without me regretting my decision.” he said.

“that’s not my problem.” she said, angrily.

“i’m sorry y/n. i’m so so sorry.” he said, sincerity flooding his eyes.

“i didn’t have to dive in, but i did, to save annabeth, because even though we have our differences, we’re fighting for the same cause. i saved you perseus.” y/n said, the thoughts her mind had piled up finally releasing. “all for you two to stab me in the fucking back. the back that took all sorts of slashes for you.”

“i know-”

“y’know what i know? i know that if i were annabeth hanging, about to fall into literal hell, you would’ve gone in with me. i get that, that’s boyfriend duties. but we were friends. you were supposed to pull me out of tartarus, not push me in.” she continued. 

the silence was loud because percy knew y/n was right.

“you promised percy. You fucking promised.” she finished.

it became clear to percy that day that they would never be like the friends they used to be. she would never forget, and he couldn’t blame her. from that day onwards, y/n never called percy, ‘percy’, again, it was always ‘perseus’, or she rarely acknowledged him. they never hung out in the same room unless either hazel, frank, or leo, were there. she quit calling him a friend. time could heal everything, but not this betrayal, not this wound. whatever trust she had in percy deteriorated to nothing. why trust a man who couldn’t keep his promise?

[astonmartingf]

TOAST ; LH44

— lewis wins the 2020 world driver’s championship, party ensues leaving lewis (with the help of nico) responsible for taking care of drunk you. and a little bit of the morning after.

amgf reader is drunk, and finally the plot is moving, see nico is one conniving bitch (lovingly) and we love that for him 👍

masterlist

His apartment is messy, the smell of alcohol lingers as remnants of the party are left around the apartment. Lewis walked out the remainder of his guests, calling taxis for them.

At the time, Nico stayed behind looking after you, clearing alcohol bottles and placing things back where they belong. “YN, do you want to get on the sofa at least?” Nico watches you sprawled on the floor, mumbling incoherently.

“Lewis… Nico? Did Lewis leave me?” Your eyes still closed, pouting as you roll around his carpeted floor. “I want… can— I want Lewis.”

Nico raised his brows, smiling to himself, he’s known you at the same time as Lewis, and he knows how long you’ve known each other. It would be an understatement to say that he wasn’t waiting for this moment.

When would be the time he’ll stop playing wingman and finally be the third-wheel he was always waiting for. Nico knew your friendship with Lewis is one of a kind— he knew that look. The way Lewis looked at you, he could gaze and stare at you for hours.

“Lewis is with the other guests downstairs, the party is over YN, we’re cleaning up. Do you want to help us out?” Scrunching your nose in disgust you snuggled closer to the foot of the couch.

“Leave me alone Nico! I want Lewis.” Nico scoffed at your sharp words— he knew not to take these at heart though, you’re drunk, and clearly Nico is teasing the shit out of you. You’d probably cry the moment you realized what you said.

And on cue, Nico could hear the sniffles escaping your nose, “I’m sorry Nico. I’m such a bad friend. I miss you hanging out with you and Lewis. I want to be friends with you again, are you mad at us? Are you mad at me?”

At first Nico laughs teasing you, but then as you went on, he realized how much this meant to you. And it was— you may be drunk but your relationship with Nico has been something that’s on your mind. Seeing him celebrating with you and Lewis made you miss him more.

“YN darling, come here.” This time it was Nico who comforted you, pulling you up to face him as he wiped the tears falling down your eyes. “Have you talked to Lewis about this?”

You shake your head, frantically wiping your own tears away, “I don’t talk to Lewis about you, because I know he misses you if not more than I do. But what else can I do about it? I chose to stay with him, instead of being a good friend to both of you.”

Nico shakes his head pulling you in for a hug, rubbing your shoulders in the hopes of calming you down before Lewis arrives. “It’s not your fault darling, I think we both know that. None that happened is your fault— I’m not sorry that I walked away, but then I realized that I would be leaving everyone, and that included you. You’re a good friend YN, thank you for taking care of Lewis all those times.”

“You… you don’t… hate me?” Your voice is still shaky, breathing in and out arms wrapped around Nico, afraid of letting him go. Nico pats your head in comfort, before wrapping his arms around you for a hug. “I don’t hate you YN. Don’t worry, okay?”

“Let’s go now…” Lewis heaves, carrying you to his bedroom. Nico left earlier after cleaning up the remainder of the trash scattered on the floor. Lewis wanted to ask what happened before he arrived, evident at the dried tears around your eyes but seeing as you were deeply sleeping, he decided to let it go.

“I hope you had fun YN, seeing as you skipped cleaning duties with me and Nico. What a mess.” Lewis shakes his head, talking to himself as he props you up in his bed, waiting for you to shuffle in a more comfortable position.

Throwing on an oversized shirt over you before unzipping your thankfully, strapless shirt, Lewis removes your shoes, folding them on his bedside table. Removing your pants, Lewis tucks you in the covers, not before taking a few items from the bathroom.

Your night time routine— Lewis puts on a Roscoe headband on your head, a gift he gave you years ago, as he starts cleaning your face. Bringina basin of warm water over, he wipes your face in between the steps he remembers by heart after seeing you do the same to him all those years along.

“I talked to Nico earlier, I didn’t know you felt that way. Maybe next time you’ll have a chance to visit them. We literally live right next to them— if you told me, I would let you. Why are you hiding these things from me?” Talking to himself, Lewis couldn’t help but think back on his conversation with Nico when Mercedes announced that they’d be the drivers for the upcoming 2013 season.

“I can’t believe I got jealous of Nico back then, I guess I was a bad friend to both of you. How did you manage to put up with me all these years? How come you never left me? I don’t want you to leave YN. I’m going to try my best to be the one you deserve.”

Lewis stands up, after drying your face. Closing the lights off on the bedside table, leaving a small kiss on your face before leaving the room.

A groan leaves your lips, head bursting in different directions. What the hell happened last night? You remember rolling on the ground with Nico, and now you’re in Lewis’ bedroom. At least you’re conscious enough to be aware of your own surroundings— that, and you didn't forget where you are.

Yawning, you look for your phone to check the time. Jumping out of the bed, the second thing you noticed was your outfit, you tilt your head thinking how Lewis must’ve changed you in pajamas the night before. Scratching your head, you feel the Roscoe headband on your head deducing the events that happened last night, a small smile building up in your lips. You leave his room onto the kitchen, spotting Lewis asleep on the couch.

You find your phone on the kitchen counter while preparing breakfast for you and Lewis, opening it, the buzz of notifications pop up one by one including one from Nico— you pause on your tracks.

Opening your gallery, you scroll through the photos you took of last night. A video of you and Lewis spraying champagne on each other, a video of Bono, Lewis and Nico dancing, blurred photos of Lewis and Nico, even photos of you and Nico. Exiting your gallery, you open your messages.

[disneyprincemuke]

the female rage * vettel reincarnate

(series masterlist) | (📂 a day in the life)

“shot,” she slurs, barely glancing at the canadian as she gestures for him to hand her a shot. her jaw is clenched and her voice is tense as she takes the shot into her hand, swallowing it all in one go. “thank you.”

lance presses his lips together, worry taking over his tipsy self. “i think you should stop drinking.”

“wrong.”

the intensity of her glare as she holds her hand out to him for another shot almost makes him cower into a far corner of the club. who would have thought that someone so small and so young has a temper?

well, when he remembers the fact that she is an oldest sister, it kind of makes sense.

oscar reappears next to him with a glass of water, his hand darting out to snatch the shot that she’s just about to drink. “mate! i told you to stop drinking!”

“and who,” she snaps her head to the australian, “fucking asked you?”

lance watches as the younger man handles her flawlessly, almost. it’s like he’s not scared of her, which is a feat in lance’s eyes. he doesn’t do well with other people’s temper.

“nobody, but i’d very much prefer that you’re not complaining about a hangover.”

she releases her grip from the shotglass. she grabs the glass of water and takes a big gulp.

“thank you,” oscar sighs. he looks at lance and shakes his head. “i’m so sorry about her. this is why we don’t take her drinking often.”

lance hisses, looking over oscar’s shoulder with a sympathetic smile. “i can imagine,” he laughs nervously as he tears his gaze away from her. “does she usually get this mad when she drinks?”

oscar shrugs, glancing over his shoulder with a soft laugh. “only sometimes. in her defense, that guy was kinda pushy.”

“understandable. but is she– oh, god.”

lance points behind oscar, prompting the younger boy to turn curiously. they’d torn their eyes away from the fuming girl for about 30 seconds at best.

“i told you to leave me alone!”

oscar can barely react before she winds her arm back, hand balled into a fist and it flies forward with vengeance. there’s a chorus of gasps and shrieks around them as a body stumbles back and the younger — and very intoxicated — girl is now tearing up from the pain shooting up her hand.

she looks down at the man now sat on the ground after she’s pushed him down. “what’s wrong with you? did nobody ever teach you that no means no? does it have to take a woman to punch you in the face for you learn your fucking lesson?”

oscar’s arm darts out in front of her body as she hurls herself forward, with all intentions to continue her rampage against the unnamed man. “yeah, that’s right! be lucky that oscar’s here to stop me from messing you up! be glad, cunt! consider yourself saved by the gods!”

“oi, shut up,” oscar warns the girl through gritted teeth as he drags her away. “i need to find logan. oh, god, how do i stop this rampage?”

“i better not see you again, bitch, or it’s over for you!”

“what happened?” sebastian pops up next to him curiously. “is she okay?”

“the question is, is the guy okay?” lance says softly with a frown. “she punched him.”

“fuck’s sake,” sebastian mutters under his breath and pushes past lance. “hey, why did you do that?”

lance has interacted with her several times before her promotion to f1 under sebastian’s wing. she’s always been very lovely, albeit sometimes a little shy, and bubbly. her temper has never been one to make an appearance often. unluckily for her, lance doesn’t do well with that.

and officially, after watching the girl deck someone’s halls in some random club in bahrain, he is now terrified of angering her at all.

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[theemporium]

this is just a wee blurb heavily based of that scene from 'the score' by elle kennedy and a prompt lula picked for me from this list! enjoy!!!🫶🏽

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After the last conversation you shared with Trent, you doubted you would have ever heard from him again.

The relationship didn’t end on good terms, though there was no real love lost—at least not on your side. Whatever feelings you had for the boy were long gone by the last few months of your relationship. The mere fact that nobody in your family or close circle liked him should have been an eye opener, but unfortunately it took a shitty night out and wandering hands for you to see the boy for what he truly was. 

You had been broken up for the better part of a year—having not spoken to him since that same day—when he showed up at your apartment complex. 

Jack hadn’t given you much of a choice before dragging you and Luke out of the house that morning. With both his younger siblings now fully situated in Jersey, he felt like it was his big brother obligation to show you his favourite spots. Today was no different, despite your insistence that you had work to do, and you allowed yourself a carefree day to hangout with your brothers on the odd day they had no game or practice.

However, you weren’t expecting to show up at your apartment with your brothers walking behind you to see your ex-boyfriend intoxicated and on some sort of verbal rampage.

You stopped listening at some point when the blood was roaring in your ears and the tears welled up in your lash line started to blur the sight of him in front of you. You vaguely felt hands on your shoulders, trying to guide you inside the building and away from the mess—but the damage had been done. 

Your chest felt tighter with each breath, your whole body felt like it was shaking and you still couldn’t really see beyond the layer of tears. You felt like you had been teleported back to last year, on that very night where you found Trent standing in the middle of the buzzing crowd in a club with his hands on another girl and his tongue down her throat after he told you to ‘get over it and leave him to his business’. You hated that you felt that way.

You could hear your brothers’ voices, though you couldn’t make out what they were trying to say. You could only guess the words leaving their mouths. Maybe they were asking if you were okay or if you needed anything. Maybe they were calling Quinn for help. Maybe they were reassuring you that he was gone. 

But that wasn’t what you needed. 

“Call Nico.” 

Jack blinked, staring at you with a look of confusion. “What?”

“Call Nico,” you gasped out between heaving breaths. “Please.”

“Nico Hischier?” Luke questioned, his brows furrowed together. “Like, our captain?”

“Please call him,” you had managed to croak out, and there must have been a look of desperation on your face because both boys ended up doing just that.

It felt like hours before Nico arrived, when in reality it had been less than ten minutes. Jack had gone down to open the door for him and bring him. He had tried to explain what had happened, a rushed summarised version before they reached your apartment door. But he had stopped listening to whatever Jack had been saying the second his eyes landed on you.

“Schatz,” he whispered in a soft voice, and it broke you all over again.

Jack stood there dumbfounded as Nico rushed towards you, engulfing you in a hug that had you squished between his arms and chest. Luke, equally as confused, seemed to catch on quicker than his older brother as he grabbed his arm.

“Hey, we have to go get that—thing!” Luke muttered, attempting to pull Jack a few steps back.

Jack frowned. “Huh?”

Luke shot him a look. “That thing. Remember?”

Jack shook his head. “No?” 

“Oh for fuck’s sake, dude,” Luke groaned as he placed both hands on his older brother’s shoulders and practically manhandled him towards the door. “Give them some time alone.” 

You didn’t lift your head as the sound of your bickering brothers disappeared behind the closed doors. You didn’t dare shift a muscle as you buried yourself further into Nico’s arms, letting the feel of his body and the smell of his cologne completely overwhelm you. 

“I’m going to kill him,” Nico murmured eventually, his arms tightening around you. “I am going to shove my hockey stick so far up his ass, it will come out the other end.”

You huffed out a laugh. “That’s graphic.”

“I meant every single word,” he replied, his lips brushing against your forehead as he pressed a chaste kiss to your skin. “How are you feeling?”

“Drained.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Nico murmured before he pulled back, guiding your face to look up at him with a gentle nudge of his knuckles under your chin. “I’m glad you called me.”

You raised your brows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, it means you feel safe around me,” he answered with his lips twitching upwards.

“I always feel safe around you,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks flush as you spoke. “You’re like a bear.”

He paused. “What?”

“You’re like a bear,” you told him, attempting to bite back your smile when you watched his confusion grow. “Like a teddy bear. Soft and cuddly and comforting.”

“A teddy bear,” Nico repeated, like he couldn’t quite believe that is what you said.

“My favourite teddy bear,” you added, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to his lips. “I wouldn’t want anyone else with me right now.”

His face softened at your words as he tugged you back towards his chest. “Then I’ll be your teddy bear, baby.”

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[dark-elf-writes]

Homer refuses to not be the narrator to the various Demigods of Hades/Pluto.

He may have missed his chance with Bianca but he still talked to her before she decided to reincarnate.

After his freakout Nico had a narrator there to do his best to keep him safe and counteract Minos's manipulations. And afterwards, mess with him for funsies.

Then he went with Hazel during their great rescue of Thanatos by Nico's request to help her through any and all PTSD episodes. Reminding her that she essentially singlehandedly killed a Giant tends to work wonders self confidence wise.

“The wayward son of Hades should choose carefully who he listens to.”

“You again!? Leave me alone already! I have to get my sister back!”

“Not even the princes of the underworld can change death.”

“Fuck off! Yes I can.”

“The fire-stepping prince should know that his missing brother waits over the next ridge.”

“FUCK WAIT STOP SHUT UP FUCK DONT BRING ZAG HERE ARE YOU CRAZY HE’LL TRY TO GROUND ME AGAIN!”

[yanderelovlies]

Here comes goobye

Fandom(s): DMC SWWSDJ

Character(s): V, Sunny Day Jack

Tw: Yandere thoughts on Jack's part

Sunny Day Jack

Jack watched as you sat on the other end on the couch, your fist supporting your head as you watched TV. He couldn't put his finger on it, but you seemed....distant recently. Not enough for him to fade, but enough for him to feel the effect your distance has caused. Honestly, it made him anxious, but he was also afraid to bring it up and be right. What was he going to do if he was? He didn't want to force you or cause you harm. but if you didn't want him-

"Hey Jack....?" You turned down the volume of the tv the turning to him turmoil clear on your face.

"Y-Yes, sunshine?" He cleared his throat. He didn't like where this was going.

You turned to fully facing him. Your eyes dart from his to the floor. "I... don't think this is gonna work"

"....what?"

You began to fiddle with your fingers, and your eyes now focused on the motion. "I just don't think I'm ready....I feel like we moved too fast."

The more you talked, the more anxious Jack became. "No... no, no! It was because Ian wasn't it?! all his voice mails its making you second guess! I can take care of him Sun-"

"No! it's this sort of behavior making me think we moved too fast.....I-I couldn't even let Shaun stay when I promised him months before....please....dont make this hard... we can still be friends "

No....no that won't work for Jack. You may not see it now, but you love him just as much as he loves you. Maybe sometime in that hell hole will help you see it.

V

Being a devil hunter has taught you many things. Even when to call it quits when it became too much, and the realization of what V had done had become too much. Learning he was part of the reason why the city was in ruin with trillions of unmarked graves weighed heavy on you the more you thought about it. You loved him, but it became harder and harder to look at him, let alone touch him. So you spent most of your time away, hoping to quickly resolve this mess.

"y/n"

You jumped at the sound of his voice. your head snapping in his direction. "V!"

He sighed, walking closer to you only to stop at arms length from you. "You haven't been to the van in a bit, and...Nico was worried."

"Sorry I've been... distracted."

"You've been distant from me...and the others by extent."

You looked down, knowing you couldn't deny it. "I-"

"You have been since I told you... It bothers you."

You looked down as you ran a hand through your hair "yeah...it does. I mean, it's a reason like this that I became a hunter in the first place. Reasons you caused... I can't V. This....Thing between us is nothing now. I just want to get this mission over with."

You said nothing after that. Turning your back to him and leaving him behind. V knew it was coming, but he would be lying if he said a foolish part of him wished you would have stayed. With nothing left to do, he turned around and made his way back to the van.

He knew these next couple of hours were going to be he'll, but maybe....when he is whole again, he won't feel the pain as much.

[cocrante]

I Start Over With You

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

summary: After the great battle against the forces of Gaea, Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter had formed a long-lasting alliance. Everything had gone well, and everyone was ready to start anew. This included Nico, who, after confessing his feelings to Percy, was prepared to open a new chapter in his life—perhaps the happiest one the Fates had ever written.

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[CHAPTERS 16]

WITH THE PALM OF HIS HAND, HE WIPED A CHEEK, something inside him had suddenly broken. It had been since his sister's passing that he had been repressing his emotions. He tried at least to suppress them, but they always remained with him, and that very evening they decided to manifest themselves.

He wiped the other cheek as well, telling himself to stop because he was only making a fool of himself, but the trouble was he couldn't. He felt like a hypocrite, always repeating that he was fine with just being friends, that he would have preferred it rather than losing him over some words too many; yet he so much wanted to hear those words.

He wiped his cheek one last time, lying down on the bed, getting angry with himself for feeling this way.

He managed to fall asleep early, that crying had drained all his energy: for that night, he would sleep soundly.

On the other side of the state, in Austin, Texas, someone else couldn't consider themselves so lucky. Will couldn't close his eyes after that conversation. He could read in his eyes that Nico had been hurt by something he had said.

He hugged the pillow to his chest, letting out yet another sigh, calling himself stupid and cowardly for not being able to do such a simple thing, well maybe not so simple. As he was lost in his thoughts—which pulled him from one side of his mind to the other—the door of his room opened, letting in a woman in a bathrobe. "Will, darling, it's late, go to sleep"

"In a moment, mom" he replied, with a dull tone of voice and absent gaze. Naomi sat down on the bed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Is something wrong?" she asked, waiting for him to respond. Will just sighed, pulling his knees up. "I don't know" he replied. "It's just that he seemed angry—no, disappointed" he told their brief conversation. "I've never seen him like this before"

"Perhaps he expected to hear something else" Naomi suggested.

Will huffed, rolling his eyes. "Mom, I tried, but I can't tell him that I like him"

"Why not?"

"Because if he doesn't feel the same way, then it would be awkward between us" he sighed again, resting his forehead on his knees. His mother looked at him tenderly, knowing all too well how big teenagers' problems seemed and that for anything there seemed to be no solution.

She then lifted his face, stroking a damp cheek. "Why shouldn't he feel the same way?" she asked, curling her lips into a gentle smile. Will kept his gaze low, not having a real answer to give her, he simply believed that if he told him, he would mess things up. The woman got up, pressing her lips to her son's forehead. "Think about it" she said before leaving the room and leaving him alone with his thoughts.

Will retrieved the pillow he was clutching, hugging it again, letting the thoughts return to dominate his mind until they completely overwhelmed him.

The following morning, Will struggled to wake up, although he was accustomed to the camp routine.

In the kitchen, his mother was already there, in her bathrobe, preparing breakfast for him. Lucky her for having managed to sleep. "Good morning my dear" greeted the woman, serving him breakfast. "Good morning" he replied, yawing.

"Slept well?" Naomi asked, already lively in the early morning.

"No—" he answered, slicing into a still warm pancake. "I spent the night thinking"

"Oh" she replied. "And what have you concluded?" she asked, sitting down at the table. Will remained silent for a few moments, staring at the vase of flowers in front of him. "That I want to go to camp this winter" he lifted his gaze. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep it in until June, and in the meantime, Nico might as well get together with someone who wasn't him.

Meanwhile, in New Rome, the sun was slowly rising, illuminating the streets and alleys. Nico woke up with his alarm, getting dressed and ready to leave the apartment. Like the morning before, the streets were already bustling with people.

He retraced his steps, arriving at the school. He sat down at the same desk, occasionally glancing out the window. Slowly, the classroom filled with the same faces he had seen yesterday. Some began to point at him; apparently, word had started to spread. Nico sighed, hoping the story wouldn't drag on like it had years ago at Camp Half-Blood.

The bell rang, signaling the entrance of a new teacher who introduced himself as the science teacher. The lesson lasted longer than he had imagined; he took notes in his notebook, occasionally following along in the textbook. He had decided to apply himself, or at least try; for now, the lesson didn't seem too bad, the hardest part was waking up early every morning.

When the final bell rang, Nico let out a sigh of relief. He left after everyone else, who were whispering and murmuring his name. He didn't realize he was so interesting.

Before returning home, he stopped at a shop in the city, buying some groceries to restock both the fridge and pantry. That evening, he would finally have something to eat!

As he arrived at the door of his new home, he found Jason waiting for him, who apparently someone (thanks Hazel) had told where to find him. "Hi" he greeted, opening the door and inviting him in. Jason returned the greeting, following him up to the first floor and entering the apartment. "Wow! Isn't it a bit too bright?" the son of Jupiter commented, looking around. Nico didn't respond; he simply went to the kitchen and shelved the groceries. "Did Reyna send you?" he asked the boy, who had meanwhile taken a seat. "Hazel did" he replied. "She also mentioned something about your conversation" he said rather evasively. Nico's face went pale, then flushed. As soon as he saw her again, he would give her a good talk about what it meant to keep secrets. "What did she tell you?" Nico asked, sitting down as well.

"Almost everything" Jason replied, looking him in the eyes. Nico ran a hand over his face, this had to be a joke, yet the other seemed so serious.

"So you know" he swallowed so loudly that he felt his Adam's apple rise and then fall.

"Yes"

"So she told you that I like Will" the boy sighed, still unable to believe that his sister had betrayed him. Jason raised a blond eyebrow, crossing his arms on the table. "No, she didn't tell me that" he winked. Nico parted his lips, he'd been tricked. "Actually, Hazel didn't tell me anything" he barely held back a laugh. "But it wasn't exactly a secret that you liked him" he quickly added. Nico didn't know what to think anymore, all of this had really caught him off guard and left him speechless. "So" Jason continued. "When do you plan on telling him?" he became more serious. Nico still didn't answer, it was a question that too many people were asking him now, and Jason didn't know about the last message. At that thought, he suddenly felt sad.

"I don't know" he murmured, feeling tears prickling in his eyes. "Probably never" he confessed, lowering his gaze.

Jason looked at him confused, it had been weeks since that defeated expression had been part of Nico. Something must have happened in those two days. "Why? What happened?" he asked quickly. Nico took a long sigh, trying to control those emotions that were unsettling him too much. "We talked last night" he told him about the conversation from the previous evening, then recounting the events of the night during the game, and adding the kiss at the hill. It felt strange to talk about it with another guy, but Jason turned out to be a good listener, and incredibly, with him, the words came out spontaneously without needing to be moderated.

The son of Jupiter pursed his lips slightly, not missing a word of what Nico had told him. "Well, it seems pretty clear that he likes you" Jason pronounced.

"So why doesn't he tell me?" Nico rolled his eyes.

Jason shrugged. "Maybe he doesn't know how" he suggested. "Perhaps, like you, he's afraid of your reaction" he added. "But if he can't make the first move, you could"

Nico parted his lips, he had never considered the idea of doing it himself. He had always waited for Will to make the first move or at least open up enough to allow Nico to talk to him. Jason's words completely flipped the situation. "Maybe you're right" he pursed his lips to the side, as if he were thinking about something. "But if I have to do it, I'll do it at camp, even if it means waiting until June."

"Just don't wait too long" Jason advised, seeming to take the matter to heart.

"Trust me, I won't"

Jason stayed a bit longer, now that he had freed himself of that burden even with him, it seemed easier to talk to him.

"I'll be in touch" Jason promised before leaving. "And don't worry, I won't spread it around" he said, hugging him before heading out and returning to the Roman camp.

Nico sighed heavily, he was alone again in that large, overly bright apartment.

Before unpacking his backpack, still full of books and notebooks, he ate something, then brought a chocolate bar to his room to nibble on while looking at the pages the teacher had explained. A part of him told him he could do it tomorrow, that they would go on with the explanations anyway, while the other advised him to at least give them a read and not fall behind with the schedule from the start. He decided to listen to his more rational side.

Under the light of the lamp, he began reading those few pages, jotting down some notes. There were no doubts, he would really make an effort that year.

He continued until his eyes grew heavy, and at the fourth yawn, he closed everything and finally got into bed.

In Austin, the son of Apollo paced back and forth in his room, waiting for Nico to call as they had agreed. Will had been looking forward to that moment all day since that morning, he had to tell him about the camp and that they would spend the winter break together. He was so excited when his mother allowed him to go that he would have contacted him immediately if it weren't for school.

The boy sighed, then checked the time. It was almost midnight, and it was clear now that he wouldn't call anymore. He sat on the mattress, it hadn't gone as he hoped, maybe he would hear from him tomorrow, and if not, he would call him himself. "And then what do I tell him?" he said to himself, running a hand over his face. He knew he couldn't bear to see that look again, at the very least he owed him an explanation.

He fell back, landing on the soft bed that seemed to want to embrace him, letting his thoughts take over his mind as had been happening for some time now; and enveloped by his thousand conflicting thoughts, he finally managed to fall asleep.

[CONTENTS]

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[unluckyhoneybee]

Liability (Nico Hischier)

By Lorde

When you thought you would be left alone once again, Nico showed back at your door and made you see not everyone is so willing to leave. He wanted to stay. Honey Bee's 2000 celebration.

Warning: mental health struggles.

Nico was listening to your stories on the phone. You had called inmidiately after finding a little bird by your door. And now after having set it free, you were telling him the whole story.

The relationship was new. It had only been some weeks of dating and he was still fascinated by you. The way you spoke and your voice lit up and how you smiled. He could picture you, it was so easy to imagine that sweet expression.

"Sorry for bothering you with this. I just needed to call someone" You said with your voice fading down.

Nico frowned. "No, it's fine. Don't worry. I'm happy you helped the little guy"

"I could have made the story short. But you know... Sometimes I can't stop" You embarrassedly chuckled. "I talk too much" Your anxiety crept to your chest knowing that he probably had some stuff to do or was tired from the day.

"Babe, it's fine" Nico insisted. "I promise"

"I won't distract you anymore. You sure are busy"

"YN..."

"Have a nice flight tomorrow. And text when you get to Jersey."

"YN" But you had already hung the call.

Nico made his way to yours quickly, he was lucky he had driven to the airport on his own and didn't have to take anyone with him.

The soft knocks on your door made you look up. You looked horrible. You weren't expecting anyone. There was a yoghurt stain on your hoodie, your hair was a mess and probably greasy and one of your socks had a hole.

So you waited until the person left. But they didn't. They knocked again. Carefully, you walked to the door and peeked through the hole.

Nico. Nico was there.

You checked the phone. His plane had landed not even an hour ago. That meant he had come here first.

"YN?" He called.

You opened it quick and regretted it when you saw the surprise on his face. "Sorry, I-I was doing... Yeah, in- I was busy" You said.

Nico was surprised, worried, taken aback,... He was feeling many things. He had never seen you like this. Your relationship hadn't reached that point yet. You were both still keeping it classy.

"Are you okay?" He asked. You looked tired.

"I am" You nervously said. You weren't. Anxiety had been eating you alive recently. You had reached that point with Nico in which you were just expecting him to leave. It was the moment in which you were starting to feel more comfortable around him so the real you would come out and then he would leave. Just like everyone else.

"Can I come in?" He softly asked.

"Um... I'm not sure. It's messy." You said and tried to push the door. But Nico planted his hand on the middle of it and he was obviously stronger.

"YN" HE said. It was a warning. "You worry me" He whispered.

You panted when you heard those words. Why?.

"I'm fine. There is nothing to..."

"YN, I've missed you these days. I was left worried after the call. I want to spend time with you and make sure you are fine. I just want to spend some time with my girlfriend."

Tears filled your eyes. "Nico, I..."

"Can I come in? I'm sure things are not fine"

You bit your lip and nodded and by when he had taken his shoes off, tears were already falling down your face. "YN, babe"

"I'm sorry"

Nico embraced you in a warm hug and felt you breaking down in his arms. He held you in the middle of your living room, trying to get you to calm down and think about the moment when things had gone wrong, trying to remember if there had been any signal. He thought he had gotten to know you pretty well, he was your boyfriend now and he had expected himself to notice if something was wrong. How had this happened? You weren't okay. Your flat was more than messy, you were more than messy.

"YN, let's sit"

He took you to the sofa and for so long, he let you cry. This was the first time you cried in front of him and both of you were quite scared. But minutes went by and you finally calmed down. Nico kissed your head and cupped your face.

"What's wrong?" He muttered.

"I don't want you to leave" You said in your raspy voice.

"Why would I leave?"

"Everyone does"

Nico's heart broke. He remembered those times you had told him about old friends, about past relationships that didn't last, that family member you hadn't talked to in ages... He never saw a problem in there. People always came and left. That was part of life. He never thought it was a big issue for you.

"I won't"

"You will, eventually. Like everyone else. I will become too much" You laid on his chest and Nico squeezed you hard on his arms.

"Babe..."

"I'm too much to handle. But I understand. I can't force anyone to stay. People stay during the fun part and then leave when things get hard."

Nico couldn't take it. He couldn't sit there and listen to you talking like that.

"YN. No. You are not too much to handle. You are just you and that's amazing." He said cupping your cheeks and forcing you to look into his eyes. "I'm not gonna leave because of who you are. I'm not like everyone else and if you think I am it's because probably we don't know each other that much. But it's okay because we have all the time in the world. I'm going to stay here and help you out, and be here for you, and hold you on bad days, and listen to you ramble on the phone and talk for hours if that's what you want to."

"Why?" You muttered mainly because you couldn't understand why he wanted all of this.

"Because I love you"

"You can't, you don't know me" That was your biggest fear, letting him know the real you and then him leaving after that.

"No?" He softly asked.

"No"

"Then I would like to get to know you. The whole you." He whispered and kissed your forehead.

"Nico..."

"I promise I won't go"

"Even if I get like this quite often?"

He nodded. "I'll be here to help you out. And if I can't because I'm away, I will make sure you are fine in the meanwhile"

You pouted and he cupped your cheeks so gently.

"Please. Show me who you really are"

"A proper mess" You muttered with a weak laugh.

He smiled and kissed your lips.

"I'm in"

"Are you sure?"

"100%" He brushed a loose strand of your hair. "Let's get you into clean clothes"

"I'd like a shower" You whispered. "But I'm too tired"

"I'll go and help if you let me"

And after washing your hair with gentle fingers, he hugged you from behind. The soft music in the background made you two swing slightly.

"YN" He whispered.

"Yeah"

"I love you. I love already. I can't wait to see the rest"

Tears came back to your eyes, but this time, they were happy tears. Happy tears because for the first time, someone had stayed and held you. He was willing to stay with you.

Nico's eyes were closed and his breathing was slow, but he was leaving light kisses on your face.

"Nico"

"Mhm" He kissed your lips slowly.

"Thank you"

Note: I'm open to write more about this. Just tell me.

[banzaitaka]

Interesting anyways, saw your requests are open 👀

It's about y/n (male reader) who is the son from the prison director, I think her name is Momoko and he is the new cell mate from the four main ones. He got the Japanese side from his dad who he k'lled for reasons. It's at first platonic but maybe he builds up a relationship with Nico. Maybe have them go on for adventures in prison, and maybe the secret of y/n is going to revealed

Take all the time you need for writing it

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THERE IT IS!! MY FAVORITE PHRASE!!! "Take all the time you need for writing it" Ily

Also, Momoko is also Japanese, so if (Y/N)'s dad is Japanese then...Yeah, (Y/N) got his Japanese side from both his parents duifgidfg

YO the way I said I don't write angst. but then type this as if it was second nature sidjfosijfdi I just really hate bad endings, and I know the angst lovers would drown me in angst prompts if I allowed them--- This ain't proof read btw

Nanbaka Masterlist

I hope this is what you wanted & you enjoy reading! Tips are very appreciated!

TW: mentions of murder of parental figure (not described), hints of domestic abuse

Nico x male! reader

Overwhelmed

"Roll call! #69!"

"Yo..."

"You have bed hair. #25!"

"Hehe..."

"What are you laughing at? #11!"

"Yeah..."

"When will you stop using so much product? #(N)!"

"Over here."

"Good. #15!"

A moment of silence before Hajime grabbed the bars in the door window, "#15!" "I'm here, I'm here. Geez."

Another day at Nanba Prison, building 13, cell 13. Actually a rather special one, seeing Jyugo spent the whole night sleeping in the cell and had yet to open the door to sneak out. But it was also special because of another reason. Exactly one week ago #(N), (Y/N), was transferred to cell 13.

Something a certain cellmate didn't want to miss out on celebrating. Nico was pretty attached to (Y/N) starting from day one. But besides sitting together to watch anime, (Y/N) never showed any interest in doing any activities with any of his cellmates. He's been invited to their little breakouts numerous times, but he always declined. Nico actually got on his knees and begged him to come along, more often than not. Which resulted in Uno trying to convince him too, but to no avail.

Dragging him along with force wasn't an option either. (Y/N) has proven he's not to be messed with, and his cold glare alone was enough to make them back off. But by far not enough to make them dislike him. Especially Nico. One of the main reasons why he loved his new cellmate so much is BECAUSE of that. He's so mysterious, strong. And so many other exaggerated adjectives the green-haired saw in him.

"I don't need to get beaten up for no reason.", was (Y/N)'s reasoning. It actually went a tiny bit deeper. You see, he was actually the son of the warden, Momoko Hyakushiki. He already feels incredibly embarrassed to be inprisoned, in his mother's prison nontheless, but what if she also found out about him trying to break out? It didn't matter if it was for fun (which is how Uno tried to convince him to come along), attempted breakout is attempted breakout.

(Y/N) didn't want to be associated with bad people more than he already was. His heart was at the right place, and he wanted his mother to know that. That's why he tried hard to be a model inmate, doing whatever he was told by the guards, always being on time, never causing any trouble,... Yes, that was him. A good guy. A functioning member of society.

Not some ruthless murderer who felt like not wanting a father anymore. He was pushed and pushed and pushed to the brink of insanity, and while he didn't believe what he did was the right thing to do, it wasn't something he could've prevented in the moment of self defense.

Perhaps this was the reason why (Y/N) didn't want to grow close to his cellmates. Rather not be close to them incase they find out about it and then push him away.

And while Uno and Rock found his behavior kind of odd, they all decided to just leave him be. But knowing Nico, he couldn't sit still for long, and certainly didn't take 'no' for an answer.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" Startled, the male let go of the mountain, which consisted of his futon, in his arms, giving Nico a sideglare, "What?" The bright smile the green-haired shot him sealed his fate.

An everlasting scowl was planted on (Y/N)'s face, barely keeping up with Nico's quick step as he was dragged along by the arm. Nico didn't seem to mind, sending a lot of smiles his way, "So, what game do you want to play first?", they stopped in their tracks in the middle of the Arcade room. (Y/N) only sighed, letting his gaze wander from game to game, taking in the vibrate colors and cheery background melodies.

His fingers itched to start playing any of these, but was he ready to admit that mere minutes after he, oh so firmly, insisted on staying in the cell? Nope. But trying to leave wasn't an option either. If he played the next simple step right, he'll be playing without admitting anything.

"I dunno.", paired with a slight shrug of his shoulders. An invitation to let Nico decide. "Then let me show you my favorites!" Perfect.

...Nevermind, maybe it wasn't that perfect.

It didn't take long for (Y/N)'s pokerface to disappear without him noticing. And even though he still couldn't relax his muscles all the way and let loose completely, he found himself genuinely enjoying his time with Nico. His cheery personality was contagious, makes one wonder if that was one of his diseases.

The stories Nico started to tell were hilarious, pulling laughter out of (Y/N)'s lungs again and again. This was the first time Nico had heard the male laugh. It made him feel all warm and giddy "Haha! You seem to be having fun! That makes me happy!" It became really hard to deny Nico's observation, not that Nico would've believed him anyways. "I'm having lots of fun too! We should do this more often!"

A tempting thought, really, but it would go against the very first rule he put up for himself when he transferred. ...Was he...Was he overthinking this? Or was he starting to play it down, convincing himself it was no big deal even though it definitely is? In all honesty, (Y/N) started to feel a new emotion tugging on his heart; jealousy. He wanted to be part of those stories the green-haired talked about so fondly.

But what caused this sudden change? It wasn't like he never had the desire to befriend people and create memories together. In actuallity, it was him who swallowed it down in attempt to protect his heart. He didn't want to give in. He didn't want to let it out, but he didn't want to keep it in. What to do? What to do? What to do?

The joycon shook under his vice grip around it, visualizing the conflict that was bubbling up inside of him. This felt so wrong, but also like he needed it. Like an unbearable thirst, turning to mud water to quench it. And when Nico layed his hand upon his own and looked at him with concern in his eyes, he snapped. And cried.

It was too much.

That was many weeks ago. Many, many weeks. The sound of sirenes weren't new to (Y/N), but the thrill of being the cause of them definitely was. Who knew breaking out could be so much fun?

"(Y/N), watch out!" Just in time, (Y/N) managed to lean backwards to dodge a giant ball that was coming from a high spot on the wall. Uno took ahold of his arm before he could tip over completely and tugged him along, "You good?" The (Y/HC)-haired nodded, the shock of that close hit wearing off as he shared a grin with the blonde.

"Guys! This way!"

Uno and (Y/N) joined the other three at the end of the big room, Jyugo just opened a hidden door in the corner. They all squeezed in quickly, not without complaining about how close they were to each other, and as soon as they did, the door closed again, leaving only the boys' imagination to explain the deafening noise coming from behind it.

Letting out a big breath all at the same time, the prisoners allowed themselves to relax for a moment. "This was certainly a new approach of them.", Rock commented. "Yeah, but it was pretty dumb putting the door somewhere so predictable. They seem to have a thing for corner doors.", Jyugo added, shrugging.

That made (Y/N) tense up, "That sounds like a trap to me.", he started to sweat, mumbling on, "You know I enjoy doing this with y'all, but I really don't want my mom to find out about this..." Nico was quick to rush, as best as he could in that tight space, to the males side, "Don't worry! Hajime would never allow the warden to find out!", his cheery reassurance was accompanied by a small hug.

But before it could shake a reaction out of the male, the room began to shake instead...

Heavy, hot breath hit the cold night air, forming small clouds. (Y/EC) eyes looked around, trying to figure out where he ended up. "Oww...", a whine interrupted him, as his eyes settled on the green-haired laying next to him, face first on the ground. "You okay?", his mumble was accompanied by a growl of pain of himself. "Yeah, I'm okay. Egh-", Nico shook the dirt out of his hair, before turning to the other, "What about you?"

Watching those ruby eyes filled with concern look him over like that shook a memory awake. A memory he came to see as his favorite.

"Earth to (Y/N)! Heeeeellooooo!" "WH- Yeah! Yeah, I'm alright! Stop waving your hand infront of my face." Doing as he was told, Nico retracted his hand, giggling, "You're so cute when you're flustered!", the green-haired's giggle would've been contagious if it wasn't for the fract (Y/N)'s face felt like it was on fire. "And what do you mean by that, huh?"

"You often zone out when I'm looking at you, then go all red when you snap out of it!" For a moment, (Y/N) couldn't push out any words, just sounds, blabbering. Thought Nico was the oblivious type. Or maybe...he just paid attention.

"Anyways!", (Y/N) snapped his head in a different direction, "How did we end up on this roof? And where are the others?" Nico crawled closer to the other, sitting down next to him, "I dunno! This place is full of suprises. That's why breaking out is so much fun here!"

Finally a smile reached the (Y/HC)-haired's face as well, "That's true.", his gaze wandered up into the night sky, the stars were as beautiful as ever. But he couldn't admire their beauty for long, being interrupted by a sudden weight on his shoulder. Nico laid his head on it, smiling up at the male in a somewhat soft manner, fairely new to the usual energetic boy, "I really like your smile, it's so pretty. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy when I see it!"

Was it happening?

Badumm

Did he feel the same?

Badumm

It's too much-

Badumm

"(Y/N)...you know, I- I really like you! Like-like yo-"

"Nico!"

The sudden silence was deafening to the ears, confusion was written all over Nico's face, while (Y/N) was starting to shake. Too much, too fast. He wasn't prepared! He wanted to tell him that the feeling was mutual, he really did! But he...he had yet to tell him about his secret. There was no way he'd let him in without being 100% honest.

The green-haired laid a hand on (Y/N)'s, trying to calm down the shaking, "What's wrong, (Y/N)?" (Y/N) knew he couldn't run away from letting it out. How will he ever learn to let loose when he keeps binding himself down? With something he had absolutely no controll over.

He wanted to be able to trust, to be able to love.

And that made him snap all over again.

Hiccuping was the only thing breaking the silence. (Y/N) was starting to regret several life decisions. Ever defending himself, ever letting Nico drag him along, ever letting go of his facade, ever letting Nico hear his laugh, ever growing close to his cellmates, ever falling for Nico...It was all too much.

"Agh-"

His back crashed to the hard ground, arms tightly wrapped around his neck. The wet feeling on his chest confused him, heck, the whole body weight on him confused him. "Nico...?"

"You're a hero!", the green-haired's voice was muffed, and you can practically hear the tears he cried, "You're a hero!", he lifted his head to lock eyes with the male he tackled to the ground, "You did it to protect your mom and yourself! You never had the intention to just do it! It must've- must've been so tough for you! I would never think you're a monster!"

In an instance, (Y/N) reciprocated the hug, wrapping his arms tightly around Nico's torso. And they cried in each other's embrace until Nico slowly pulled them both up, letting go was not an option though, as he grips the males hands in his own, "You're so amazing...", another smile broke through his teary face, slowly coming down, "After all that's happened to you, you're still so full of joy...I didn't know your story until now, but...I knew you had it hard either way. And how you're still able to shine is what I like so much about you."

The way the green-haired blushed as he went on, made (Y/N)'s heart skip beat after beat. It's too much, but not in a bad way, for once. It's too much, but- "I really want to be with you, so...knowing you trust me so much to tell me that makes me really happy!"

"I...I like you too...", a whisper, a shaky whisper, clearly overwhelmed, but it was okay.

Nico let out a hearty laugh, tackling down (Y/N) once again. They're laughter was just music to each other's ears. And they could feel each other's hearts just banging inside their chests.

"THERE YOU ARE #25 AND #(N)!!"

"Save yourselves!"

They're in trouble, but they're okay.

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Helpless Part 17 sorry for not posting yesterday

“So, di Angelo."

"I'm hopeless aren't I?"

"I mean there's still hope, you just need to not mess up.”

“I’m not good at that.”

“Luckily for you there’s motivation.”

“What?”

“You can’t lie until you and Nico kiss."

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!"

"Calm down, what are you hiding anyways Solace."

"When I heal people I feel all their pain, I almost killed myself, I'm useless, I'm hopelessly in love with someone who is halfway to death, I glow in the dark, I'm only alive on necter and ambrosia, I would kill every single Demeter kid right now if I could, I pass out really often but I can feel it before hand so I hide in my office when it's about to happen so no one knows. Fuck. Shit." Will ran towards the forest with tears in his eyes but Piper ran after him,

"Wait." Piper charmspoke when they were in the middle of the forest, it was dangerous but neither of them cared in that moment.

"Oh fuck you, leave me alone."

"Will-"

"If you tell anybody a word of what I said I swear to Apollo I will rip you apart limb for limb McLean." Piper shivered, Will couldn't lie...

"Breathe. In and out, I'm going to unpack a bit of what you said alright? If it's too much tell and I'll stop." Will just nodded barely breathing as Piper sat down beside him, "You feel everyone's pain when you heal them?"

"It's a trade off, if people knew they wouldn't let me heal everyone."

"Doesn't that mean you're almost constantly in pain?"

"It's worth it."

"What do you feel right now?"

"Broken rib, last time I healed Nico. I mean I feel other things from a week ago but they all would have healed a bit by now so it's not as bad. I've been on painkillers anyways, practically high on them at this point."

"That's-"

"-not heathly, I'm fully aware but I don't give two fucks."

"Alright, you tried to kill yourself? Why? Are you alright?"

"After the Manhattan battle, Michael and Lee... I was on the bridge but I met someone there. We convinced each other to not jump, I realised I couldn't leave Kay and Austin alone. They lost two older brothers in the war, they wouldn't be losing a third. I still sometimes wish I'd done it, but they can't be alone."

"Will, show me your wrists."

"No, fuck off."

"Will-"

"Don't act like you fvcking care, leave me alone."

"Will, I care. I just want to make sure you're okay, don't make me charmspeak you."

"Fine." Will muttered in tears, rolling up the sleeves of his hoodie. His arms were covered in shallow, red, cuts, Piper counted 14 on one arm and 17 on the other. She pulled the crying boy into a hug,

"I'm here for you."

"I feel so useless, I've never been on a quest, I can barely fight, I'm not half as good of a healer as Micheal was. Everyone would be better off without me, the Demeter kids agree."

"Never say that again okay? Almost all of camp would be dead without you."

"I couldn't save them, it's my fault."

"You still saved all those people; you didn't kill anyone Will."

"I didn't help them either, it's my fault they died."

"No it's not, you tried to save them."

"But I didn't."

"You can't save everyone, some people are too close to dying."

"I should have saved them."

"It's impossible to save everyone, some people are too close to death."

"Micheal could have done it."

"People die Will, death is a part of existence. You can't delay every death, it's not your fault."

"It's the only good thing about me, healing people. If I can't do that well enough what's the point of me living?"

"William Andrew Solace listen to me, you can't save everyone. Even then you're worth more than your power, clearly considering I've had twelve people come to me asking how to make you like them. You're cool, funny, loyal, ridiculously smart as in smarter than half the Athena cabin, and you actually genuinely care about everyone."

"It's just, when they die on my watch. I feel like I killed them." A few second's of silence passed,

"When was the last time you cut?" Piper asked with caution not trying to upset Will any more then he already was.

"Two days ago, when I thought Nico might not make it. The thought of him dying, fuck." A tear rolled down his face and he pulled away from the daughter of Aphrodite.

"I'm going to find you a therapist okay? Do you think that'll help?"

"Yes, but I'm too scared to open up to people. Fvcking curse, I really want to punch Lou Ellen right now."

"I'll find someone that can help."

"Thank you."

"Do you want to talk more or is it too much?"

"Too much."

"Alright, just one thing."

"Yeah?"

"Nico's halfway to death?"

"Yes, I want to lock him in the infirmary because I don't know how much longer he'll last with the amount he's eating and drinking."

"Shit."

"Weren't you meant to be giving me advice on how I can get him to like me?" Trying to change the topic, he wasn't exactly meant to be telling people this stuff.

"Oh rightttt that's what I was meant to be doing."

"I'm slightly more hopeful then I was a week ago, at least now I know he's gay."

"Who told you?" Piper asked reaching for her dagger,

"Nico...? We were playing twenty questions and I asked him if he was straight."

"Ohhh okay, so I don't need to kill anyone."

"I don't think so...?"

"Great, so Nico di Angelo, son of Hades. I think... show him you care but don't worry about him too much, honestly just be normal with him, he doesn't get that from most people. The most important thing, give him space but don't let him push you away, he does that a lot."

"Thanks McLean."

"It's my job." Piper said, messing up his hair.

"You said twelve people came to you trying to date me, who exactly were they?"

"Well it's meant to be confidential, but one of them was Leo when he first met you. Don't tell him told you, he will kill me."

"Leo Valdez? That's unexpected."

"The more you know Solace, the more you know. Anyways I should probably go, me and Annabeth are dying Percy's hair red."

"What?!"

"He's the little mermaid so naturally we're kidnapping him and dying his hair red."

"Well I wish you luck and I can't wait to see red-head Percy."

***

[starry-hughes]

there’s one fight that occurs between you and single dad!jack, where you feel the need to leave the apartment for a night “jack i need a night to myself for a night, i need to think about things”

and jack swears he’s fine. at first.

until it’s like 10:30, he rolls over in bed, and starts to have a panic attack.

because holy shit, you left, you’re not here, and what if you leave like paisley’s mom did?

and the poor boy doesn’t sleep.

then when you come back the next day, he’s got horrible eye bags, he’s exhausted, and the minute the door opens he’s collapsing in your arms “please don’t leave us, don’t leave me, i’msorryimsorry"

and it results in a long talk where he opens jp a bit, and you come to an agreement that if you ever felt like you needed space, you'd just go to the guest bedroom or something if you felt like you needed space after an argument that bad

“when she left, i had paisley and i love paisley with all my heart. but how did i mess up so bad? how did someone hate me and that little bundle of a baby girl so much that they left?”

“jack i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

“please don’t leave us like this.”

us. he said us. not just him. not just paisley. he was terrified for yet another person to leave paisley but he was even more terrified to be left alone. all he thinks about is the empty hospital room with his daughter in his arms. no one but the two of them. he thinks about calling his mom crying when paisley’s three weeks old because he hasn’t slept in two days and she won’t stop crying. he thinks about how nico had to talk him off the edge of a breakdown, how he had to reassure Jack that he was a good dad. and he doesn’t know if he can do it again.

[algumaideia]

Part 1

Part 3

@pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid thank you so much for the help!!!!!!

Disclaimer: I know tsats was supposed to be about Nico, but I'm making this about Octavian and everyone else is collateral damage.

Also the nightmare part was supposed to be in italics to be more clear it was a dream, but for reasons it ended up not being italized.

Enjoy the confusion Octavian felt.

...

"Mother, did you request us?"

"Shouldn't the demigods have nightmares?"

...

Octavian saw himself. Not as he was now. He saw him alive, without the burns and injuries, with his body and teddy bears. His face expressed disdain.

Octavian saw himself, planning the attack about to happen. The centurions around the map, him making last minute adjustments, the Greeks making a mess.

He was furious. He wanted to kill every single one of those Greeks, and to think one of them was a son of Apollo. What a waste.

“Can you believe how stupid you were?” 

The face of disdain had become scorn.

“No wonder Apollo stopped talking to you, abandoned you. Who would want to keep a deal with a buffoon?”

“You are seeing what is happening!! It was not my fault!! The stupid Greek-”

“If they are stupid, what does that make you? Afterall, they were able to fool you.”

“Apollo promised-”

“What does it matter what he said? You’re on Tartarus while all the Greeks are well and alive and even going to Camp Jupiter.”

Octavian could feel himself trembling with anger while imagining all the atrocities Perceus was doing at his home. If he had no respect before, now that New Rome lost the war, the little piece of shit would be going nuts.

“It is not my fault.”

“Then, whose fault is it? Didn’t the god of prophecy make you a promise?”

Octavian didn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep. He was a ghost. But somehow he had a nightmare. It wasn’t a memory which made him unsure if he was in the past or the present. It was a nightmare. 

Maybe it was Tartarus. Maybe that was why he had a bad dream. Tartarus.

A hero on Tartarus. Something was wrong. Instead of hearing his own self mocking what happened, he heard Reyna. She would find this very funny. He remembered feeling humiliated and looking at her for aid to only find a smirk.

When Octavian paid attention to what was happening again he saw himself going in the direction of a river. He walked as far from it as he could. He would not be tricked by it. He refused to become one more ghost to be forever suffering on it. Stupid tricks. Stupid burns. Stupid broken bones. 

Would he be bleeding if he had a body? His injuries would be way better if he had a body. A body could heal. He could only be permanently in pain.

“Where are we going? Why are you following me?”

Amphithemis. Octavian had the same conversions with him over and over again. Some words changed, but the essence did not. It should be tiring. It was nice talking to someone. It was nice to be dragged out of his thoughts a little.

“You said we were leading me to a safe place to rest since the Giant was not in his cave.”

“He was not?! That is so weird he was always there! But don't you worry, we can find another safe place to rest. I feel light."

Light. Apollo.

His dream-self was wrong. Apollo didn’t abandon him. Amphithemis was the proof of it. Apollo would take care of all mistakes and he would finally leave Tartarus and be treated as the hero he was. 

…

“I’m worried about him. I thought he was getting better, but after the talk he had with Percy and Annabeth…”

“It seems more likely that he was just bottling everything up and that was the last straw.”

Hazel nodded. Reyna was the few people who truly understood Nico and after everything that happened it was nice having her to talk about him because she honestly didn’t know what to do.

“Do you think we should give him space?”

“I don’t think being alone is the best for him right now.”

“But if we invited him to come, how would we help him?”

Reyna looked at Hazel and they just stared at each other without an answer. 

…

“Maybe he will not help, he made his sentiments for his legacy very clear.”

“Then we need to find another person to help Nico.”

“Which demigod? And don’t you think the other gods would get mad at you? They need to perform good parenting from time to time and Nyx is too much for all of us.”

“Do you think they would mind if the demigod was already dead?”

…

It was weird to stand there looking at Michael Kahale. Last time Will saw the guy he probably was with a concussion and let his friend die. And now…

…

Everything on the field was dead. You would walk and walk and only see dead plants. Nico couldn’t care less. There was no place for guilt over this on him at the moment. There was no space for anything. He felt empty. He filled himself with void. 

Bob. 

Not only him, everything.

[starstwinkleplanetsshine]

Daughter of the Sea

Chapter Thirty: My Brother Takes the Worst Bath Ever

(Read on Ao3)

The dream started as soon as I closed my eyes. 

I almost couldn’t tell I was dreaming at first, since the world around me was so dark. I was alone, or at least I thought I was, until my eyes started to adjust and I could barely make out figures in the distance moving aimlessly, slowly. Something about them didn’t feel normal, as though they moved in a way that wasn't quite…alive. There was a horrible smelling vapor rising from the ground, sulfur, and dark fissures ran along the dirt. About fifty yards ahead of me I could see a winding river that gave off a pale green glow. A lump formed in my throat and my blood ran cold as I realized where I was—The Underworld. 

Despite my fear, my feet moved me forward. Soon I was on the bank of the river, The River Styx, something in my brain whispered. I had never been to the Underworld before, but I had heard plenty of stories. I knew it was not a place to be messed with. 

I looked around, trying to figure out why my dream had taken me here. Over the past year of knowing I was a demigod, I had learned that dreams were usually more than they seemed. 

Finally, I saw them. 

Two figures on the opposite side of the river, talking on the bank. No, not two, three. One of them was shorter than the others, with shaggy hair and a black blade at his side. In the darkness, he almost had a silver glow around him. 

Nico. 

Next to him, a little taller, stood a boy I would recognize anywhere. 

My brother. 

The third figure I had never seen before, but I could just make out Greek armor and a plumed helmet held under his arm. The strangest part was the arrow sticking out of his calf, just above his ankle. I didn’t have to think too hard about who it was. 

The three of them seemed to be discussing something, and whatever it was, Achilles wasn’t too happy about it. Suddenly he vanished, leaving Nico and Percy alone on the shore. They talked some more, and I tried to call out to them, but no sound would come out. Great, I thought. I love when I can’t talk in super-freaky-demigod-dreams. 

Maybe it was a good thing I couldn’t scream, though, because as I watched my brother step into the River Styx, I was pretty sure I would’ve ripped my vocal chords to shreds. He disappeared into the green liquid, and everything in my Daughter-of-Poseidon body told me that was not anything you would want to take a bath in. 

I watched the still river and felt like I was being torn apart from the inside-out. The seconds felt like eternities as I waited to see Percy emerge from the deep. And then my skin began to tingle, and then prickle, until out of nowhere, a burning crept its way over my entire body, staring at my fingers and moving up and out. I fell to my knees—the pain wasn’t unbearable, but it hurt. But it also didn’t. It was strange. I could feel heat on my skin, feel the tingling and pounding, but it was like I was numb at the same time. I felt like I was being dissolved in acid, but also like I was in a cold ice-bath. I was feeling it, but I wasn’t. I realized the amount of pain Percy must’ve been in, and tears began to fall down my cheeks. Not for me, but for him. 

I was about to give up all hope of ever seeing my brother again when all of a sudden, the pain stopped. I felt a tightening in the small of my back, like a string was pulling me from that very spot. I could just barely make out a voice in my head, or, the echo of a voice. A girl's voice. A girl I knew. The pounding in my head lessened, and everything was calm again. 

Seconds later, Percy burst up from the water. 

I watched as Nico rushed to him, my brother a crumpled heap on the sand. Nico looked concerned, and I didn’t have time to get a good look at him before a loud voice boomed across my dream, 

“THERE!” 

My eyes snapped open to the sound of the conch shell ringing over Camp Half Blood. 

I rebelled against the new day by getting ready slowly, dragging my feet all the way to the dining pavilion where I sat alone for breakfast. Percy had been at camp so infrequently that summer that I was used to it, but knowing where he was now, and what he was doing, made his absence even worse. Everytime I closed my eyes, I got flashes from my dream. I felt the tingling on my skin. 

I scanned the sparse crowd for any familiar face, but the only source of comfort I could find was the Stoll Brothers at the Hermes table, and even they had bags under their eyes and weren’t talking to each other. I knew Cady wouldn’t be there this late—she was probably on the archery range by now—but I was hoping to see Annabeth or Rosie. Neither of them were there. I did, however, make eye contact with Chiron, who I quickly looked away from, but it was too late. He gave me a concerned look, and as soon as I began to focus on an apparently very interesting piece of bacon, I heard the sound of his hooves clomping on the marble floor. 

“So it’s true, then?” His voice was low despite how few campers were in the pavilion. 

I nodded, not really sure what to say. “They left yesterday. Late afternoon.” 

I almost told him about my dream, but something told me that would only make him worry more than he already was. Besides, it was already done. 

Chiron let out a heavy sigh. “He is our greatest hope, now. Na ton koitáxoun me kalosýni oi moíres.” 

May the fates look kindly on him, my brain translated for me. 

“Do you think it will work?” I knew it was a desperate, unfair question, but I didn’t care. Chiron’s eyes got sadder than they normally were. 

“I think it's dangerous and extreme, but yes. If Percy succeeds, which I believe he can, it will bring us one giant step closer to victory. However…” his tail swished nervously, “it is a difficult burden to carry. One that can lead to ruin just as easily as it can lead to glory.” It wasn't often that I was reminded of how long Chiron had been around, or how many demigods he had seen rise and fall. “He will need to remember who he is through it all.” 

I let that sink in, swallowing a piece of bacon with his words. 

“It’s Percy.” I said finally. I thought about the chord I had felt attach to the small of my back. The strange echo I heard at the same moment, an echo that sounded like a familiar voice. Somehow, I knew it was connected. “I know he will.” 

The centaur managed a smile. “Yes, I believe you’re right.” He straightened up and looked around, and when he spoke next, it was the same sure voice I was used to. “Now, time for your morning activities, Angie. Train well.” 

[chussyracing]

F1 drivers as some of 1d's most questionable song lyrics

(doing my part for the f1/1d community, disclaimer: none of it is to be taken seriously)

1. Charles as Steal My Girl: "Her mom calls me love, her dad calls son" but also "Everybody wanna steal my girl, everybody wanna take her heart away, couple billion in the whole wide world" (my grandparets love him)

2. Lewis as Don't Forget Where You Belong: "If you ever feel alone... don't" (he loves a good inspirational quote)

3. Pierre as More Than This / Gotta Be You: "My body falls, I'm on my knees... praying" / "What a mess I made upon your innocence" (self explanatory)

4. George as Over Again: "I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British" (because he is bri'ish)

5. Fernando as Act My Age: "When I'm fat and old and my kids think I'm a joke" (this is also a joke, or is it?)

6. Lando as Heart Attack: "Baby, you have got me sick, I don't know what I did" (sick = derogatory)

7. Max as Save You Tonight: "It's quater to three, can't sleep at all, you're so overrated" (i'm not even sorry)

8. Logan as Stockholm Syndrome: "Used to sing about being free, but now he's changed his mind" (rahhhh)

9. Carlos as Little White Lies: "But you, you don't tell the truth. No you, you like playing games." (santander for me terrible bank)

10. Este as Stand Up: "I know your heart's been broken, but you don't give up" (and he didn't give up)

11. Lance as End of the Day: "If there's something I've learned from a million mistakes, you're the one that I want" (sometimes what we want the most might not be right for us though and that's ok)

12. Yuki as Little Things: "I know you've never loved, the crinkles by your eyes when you smile" (because he is little like me and he smiles a lot 🥺)

13. Kevin as Up All Night: "Don't even care about the table breaking, we only wanna have a laugh" (*door breaking)

14. Checo as I Want: "You could be preoccupied, different date every night, you just gotta say the word" (monaco 2022)

15. Nyck as Summer Love: "Can't believe you're packing your bags, trying so hard not to cry, had the best time and now it's the worst time, but we have to say goodbye" (red bull is rancid and there's a special place in hell for helmut marko)

16. Alex as What a Feeling: "what a feeling to be a king beside you" (we all know that lily is a queen, which makes alex the king)

17. Oscar as Story of My Life: "And I've been waiting for this time to come around" (he didn't wait THAT long for that seat but you get it)

18. Guanyu as Little Black Dress: "Little black dress just walked into the room, making heads turn can't stop looking at you" (he's a model first and person second)

19. Val as Live While We're Young: "Don't let the pictures leave your phone" (no seriously val, some stuff is not meant to be seen publicly, i see your ass more often than my own)

20. Nico as Kiss You: "I just wanna show you off to all of my friends, making them drool down their chinny-chin-chins" (i won't lie he score way out of his league and likes to show it off)

BONUS:

1. Daniel as I Would: "I can't complete with your boyfriend, he's got 27 tattoos" (except i think daniel might have more than that)

2. Ferrari as Midnight Memories: "Straight off the plane to a new hotel (...) same old shit but a different day" (🙃)

[cherryskkks]

Reposting my fanfics in english because in my original linguage the people don't care about them

I write a lot of creative (at least in my perspective) fanfics and show them in fanfics sites like Wattpad and Spirit Fanfiction. I write them in Portuguese, my original linguage and... the people don't give a fuck. And I sad because I take so much time to write those fanfics and liked them so much, and almost anyone see or liked them. (The one people that read ALL of my fanfics is my friend, ILY CAMYY)

So, now, almost one year after I stoped writing, I have a decision to repost my fanfics with my horrible english (most of them with Google Translator help because my english is not one of the best) and looking for readers.

So, enjoy the fanfic :)

Son of Hades, little emo is!

Mo dao zu shi X Percy Jackson. Wen Ning as Nico di Angelo. There is a bit short, srry!

SPOILER OF THE BOOKS 3 AND 4 OF PERCY JACKSON!

Wen Ning stared at his reflection in the water of the camp lake. The hair that was originally tied up in a perfect and neat ponytail was now loose and covering much of his face, his skin had never been so tanned but was now so pale that anyone would think he was a corpse.

Wen Qing, his sister, went on a mission with Wuxian, a son of Hermes, Wanyin, a son of Ares, Xue Yang, a satyr, Wanjin, a son of Athena, and her sister's new friend, Mian Mian, a hunter of Artemis. It had been exactly a week since they had been away, and it made the poor boy restless.

He couldn't adjust to the Hermes cabin, people were always stealing his blankets and pillows and he didn't have the courage to ask someone to steal them back. The girls at Aphrodite's cabin also kept talking about his appearance, no matter how much Yanli asked them to stop. The Ares cabin didn't leave him alone either, normally Wanyin was there to tell everyone to shut up and be quiet, but since Wanyin wasn't there, they could mess with anyone without getting scolded. And not to mention the Apollo cabin, who looked at him as if they were looking for the slightest mistake to say something bad about.

And the result was: He didn't fit in this place. He missed his sister and just wanted to go away with her, to get away from all these people who talk bad about him. He made Wei Wuxian promise to bring his sister back safely.

"Wen Ning, we're back." A voice suddenly sounded behind the boy, who jumped back and came face to face with the son of Hermes who always wore a red ribbon to tie his hair.

"Where is my sister? Is she okay?"

"Well… she asked me to give you this." The boy gave a necklace with a skull symbol engraved in the center, around it it had small flames "She… asked me to give it to you before…"

The enormous silence deepened, Wuxian just looked away and begged Wen Ning to understand what he meant since he himself didn't have the courage to say it. Even though he knew that he was the cause of Wen Qing's death, it was his job to talk about what happened to his friend's sister.

"Wuxian, where is my sister?" Wen Ning's voice sounded broken, as if he was about to cry, Wuxian didn't have the courage to respond, the boy just hugged the younger's shoulders as a way of comforting him.

"I'm sorry, I tried to stop her but–"

"You promised! You promised you would protect her!"

"I tried but–!"

"No! You lied! You didn't protect her!" Wen Ning desperately tried to get out of the elder's embrace, but the more he tried to get out, the tighter the hug became. Fat tears repeatedly came out of the youngest's eyes "Let go of me! I want my sister…

Not far from the boys was Xue Yang nervously chewing on a piece of wooden furniture and Wanyin and Yanli giving the boys sad looks. Wanyin found out about what his cabin did to Wen Ning while he was away, and made sure to get into a fight with his brothers from the Ares cabin.

None of the three noticed that Wen Ning managed to escape Wuxian's embrace and ran towards the forest. They only realized when they heard Wuxian's screams.

"No! Wen Ning go back, it's dangerous!" A hand stopped the boy from running after his friend, that hand was Fegmian's. The camp's centaur instructor, who is also responsible for the campers' safety.

"Leave him. The only thing we can do is hope that Kronos doesn't find him and that he gets eaten by a monster."

"Come on A'Xian, you, A'Cheng and A'Yang need to take a shower urgently." Yanli pushed the three boys towards the bathroom, in the girl's arms they had different soaps and perfumes (Don't ask how she got all those types of soaps).

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Wen Ning looked around for something to heat the makeshift fire he had created, next to him was a red spirit staring at him amusedly.

"Master, are you cold?"

"Unlike you, I have a body, Wen Chao." Wen Ning's voice was no longer as gentle as before, the boy was colder than before

"HA HA HA! I loved your sense of humor today master!" The spirit let out loud laughter that made the silence of the forest disappear completely.

"Are you sure you're going to make it so I can see my sister again? Or are you just trying to trick me?"

"Of course I'll make you see your sister! You just need to kill someone, you know, one soul for another." The laughter disappeared, making room for the ghost striking a pose.

"Okay... and who do I have to kill?" The boy still didn't seem completely convinced.

"Oh! None other than the person who killed your sister! Wuxian, half-blood son of Hermes!"

Wen Ning closed her eyes, wondering if this was really what her sister would want. No! She would definitely do it for him too! After all, they are brothers right? Brothers do this for each other, right?

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Later the boy discovered that Wen Chao only wanted to kill him to get his body and apologized to Wuxian for trying to kill him. It wasn't easy, as he still felt sad about his sister's death.

Wen Ning was surprised when people learned about his divine father, until they explained that Hades' children were completely killed during World War II. Hades' cabin was made of dark wood, with everything inside it being the same color, bunk beds, drawers, wardrobes, everything was black. It was common for the boy to bump or trip over objects from time to time.

"I envy you, A'Ning! You have a cabin all to yourself and you don't have to worry about people stealing from you. This is true paradise." Wuxian sighed, eating his food which consisted of an apple, fish and rice grains.

"Well, it's boring and boring to be alone in a big cabin." The shy boy played with the rice grains on his plate. For some reason, he didn't feel like eating "Especially when the cabin is all black..."

"You get used to it, I didn't like the gold paint on my cabin either. And honestly, compared to the rest of the cabins, yours is the most comfortable." Wuxian spoke with a mouth full of food, but for some reason Wen Ning managed to understand.

"And why do you think that?"

"The Ares cabin is full of people who have no patience and fall into blows after five minutes of conversation. The Apollo cabin most of the time stays up late practicing singing in the middle of the night. Everyone in the Hephaestus cabin lives working in forges and they don't even care if they're interrupting someone's sleep. In Aphrodite's cabin, the air is contaminated with expensive perfume and the girls there would say horrible things about the way you act. The cabin of–"

"Okay! Okay! I understand! There's no need to say more."

"Seriously, I was still going to talk about Athena's cabin. Man, those are the worst."

As if with a sixth sense, Wanjin from the Athena cabin quickly turned his gaze towards Wuxian and Wen Ning. The younger one lowered his head in shame for being caught talking bad about someone while the taller one smiled at Wanjin, who felt his ears burn involuntarily when he saw Wuxian's bright smile.

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Wen Ning had left the camp again to investigate Kronos and the recent war that was about to break out. When he returned, Wuxian didn't hesitate to run to see his friend. He just didn't expect his friend to return with a giant black dog with him.

"This is Chenqing! She's sweet, isn't she?" The giant dog frantically wagged its tail on the ground as Wen Ning stroked its nose.

"A-Ahem, a g-great sweet.."

"My father gave her to me when I visited the underworld, she was still a puppy and now she's a big girl!"

"Hey, do you know where the... OH MY FUCKIN ZEUS WHAT A CUTIE THING!" Wanyin shouted, drawing the attention of the two half-bloods that were there and the big dog, who almost instantly jumped at her new friend. "Who's the cute little dog? Yes, it's you!"

"A'Cheng! Thank you for saving me!" Wuxian cried out in relief

"She liked you Wanyin."

"What's this cutie's name?" The son of Ares who is normally always aggressive was now looking like a little child playing with the big hellhound "Yes I'm talking about you!"

"Chenqing." "Demon." Both Wen Ning and Wuxian spoke at the same time The two teenagers ignored what Wuxian said about the lovely Chenqing.