#trials of Apollo tickle

[ticklishprincey]

What lees do you typically write for

I'm open to suggestions, but here's a list of all I can think of currently: (Lees first, lers listed after) ✎Helluva Boss ✰Blitzo - Moxxie, Stolas, & Fizzarolli ✰Moxxie - Millie & Blitzo ✰Fizzarolli - Asmodeus & Blitzo ✰Thinking about a lee!Stolas fic but idk ✎Hazbin Hotel ✰Alastor - Rosie, Husk & Lucifer ✰Lucifer - Alastor ✰Husk - Angel Dust & Alastor ✰Angel Dust - Husk ✎TMNT/ROTTMNT ✰Donatello - Raphael, Mikey & Leo ✎Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus/Trials of Apollo ✰Nico Di Angelo - Will, Hazel, Reyna, Percy, Jason & Leo ✰Hazel Levesque - Nico, Frank & Leo ✰Will Solace - Nico & Apollo ✰Leo Valdez - Nico, Hazel & Jason ✎Encanto ✰Camilo Madrigal - Literally anyone but Dolores is my top choice ✎Dear Evan Hansen ✰Evan Hansen - Connor & Jared ✰Connor - Evan, Jared & Zoey ✎Black Butler ✰Ciel Phantomhive - Sebastian (help I have no idea how to spell his last name) ✎Gravity Falls ✰Dipper Pines - Ford, Mabel & Stan ✎FNAF (mainly security breach tbh) ✰Reader - Sundrop, Moondrop, Glamrock Freddy & Monty ✰Sundrop - Moondrop ✰Moondrop - Sundrop ✰Gregory - Glamrock Freddy, Sundrop & Moondrop ✎MHA/BNHA ✰Todoroki - Izuku & Bakugou ✰Izuku - Todoroki, Bakugou & All Might ✰Shinsou - Aizawa & Denki (keep in mind I am a stupid American boy with now idea how to write these names) ✎Twisted Wonderland ✰Jade Leech - Floyd ✰Floyd Leech - Jade ✎Voltron ✰Keith Kogane - Lance & Shiro ✎Sanders Sides ✰Virgil Sanders - Logan, Patton, Janus & Remus ✎Avengers ✰ Peter Parker - Tony & Loki ✰ Thinking about a lee!Loki fic but idk ✎Trolls (the third movie) ✰Branch - Floyd, Clay, Bruce & John Dory ✰Maybe Floyd idk

[yonemurishiroku]

Jason definitely bites Nico's cheek at some point I stand by what I said.

[heresronnie21]

The absolute apolloness of I'm A Marionette.

"I'm a marionette, everybody's pet, just as long as I sing" like??!?!?1

The absolute sheer amount of his vibes ahsagadabahbanya nyaaagraha AH

[ma1dita]

a wish your heart makes

a 'partners in crime' installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader

words: 1.4k

summary: (established relationship) The one where you share dreams, burn cookies, and it still reminds him of home. You try to do something nice for your boyfriend and everything goes wrong, or so you think. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader

a/n: I thought about May Castellan, alone in her kitchen, baking cookies and making sandwiches for a son who would never come ho—OH FUCK OFF, UNCLE RICK. sidenote this haunted me.

(posted 1/26/24 unbetad)

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Luke’s dreams were always different from yours. 

Both when he’s awake and holding your hand up until sleep finally rips him away from your earthly embrace, he’s always been certain of who he was and what he wants to achieve. To be a hero providing salvation for the needy, to be a half-blood son worth the love of a god, and to be a fierce soldier, leading his troop into battle for glory. These are the thoughts he routinely pounds into his brain, so much so that anyone who knows him knows of his aspirations.

You don’t think you’ve ever met anyone so insistent on wanting to be remembered. Luke wants to leave a legacy worth dying for, worth talking about for millenia to come. And your boy persists, despite the trials of life, the ignorance of his father, and the strings of the Fates.

Your dreams, however, were always much simpler. 

Cuddled under your covers and brushing your lips against Luke’s forehead to quell the growing unease that occupies his brain, you whisper what you deeply wish for.

“We’re getting old,” you mumble, and the breath of his laugh tickles your ear. He lazily runs his nose against the slope of your collarbone, sighing when he finally hears the steady beat of your chest, “We’ve definitely surpassed the average life expectancy of a typical demigod. Look at us…” he jests.

Your breath jumps in amusement as you feel his lips against your sternum, and then your boyfriend is smiling against your heart, using you for comfort as you both pass the time waiting for Hypnos to come calling.

“In a year, we’ll be nineteen…And I know you never wanted to stay here forever, so… What’s next?”

You hold in a bated breath, always unsure of where to place yourself in rank of his priorities. Who were you if not his biggest supporter?

Luke contemplates for a moment in the silence of your bedroom. It’s much easier to think and have more adult… conversations… without the many meddling children of cabin 11 always asking for one more lullaby, one more glass of water, and one more tuck-in goodnight. Here in the privacy of your room, he gets to be a boy void of his responsibilities besides hiding under his girlfriend’s duvet, giving her another shirt of his to wear, and kissing her until Apollo’s rays of light gently help you wake.

“You tell me, Trouble. What does the future have in store for us?”

Us.

He’s sweet to indulge in your fantasies like this, and you stroke your fingers through his curls as you speak, ‘I think it’d be nice to go to college. Made it this far, so maybe being normal won’t be so hard…”

A soft noise leaves his throat, urging you to continue as you bite your lip and smile.

“Maybe someday, we could get a house. One on top of a hill. I don’t need much, something like the Big House, but one we can call home.”

You can feel the teeth of his sleepy grin against your skin as he whispers the next words into your heart.

“We could do that. House with big bay windows, and the smell of my mom’s chocolate chip cookies in the air. Sounds nice, baby.”

And it does.

Luke’s eyes flutter shut shortly after, but your mind is awake with how to make the dream you now share a reality. Perhaps you couldn’t give him glory, or pray hard enough to Hermes so that he’d talk to his son, but you reckon that chocolate chip cookies would be easy enough. 

—

At least, it was supposed to be—until you set off the smoke alarm again.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” 

Clouds of grey are billowing from the communal kitchen oven after your multiple attempts of trying to get this right. The dryads had both partially given up on the havoc you wrecked upon their workspace as well as your increasing frustration towards them. It wasn’t their fault, you knew that—but as a perfectionist who followed the recipe to a t, how was it possible that everything was still going wrong? The first batch, you got too excited and mixed all the ingredients together, making them lumpy and inconsistent. The second batch was over-creamed, and you had to scrape them off the tray, and with this one… well you had the oven setting on a bit too high.

You sigh deeply, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes as you try to will away the mania creeping up your neck. Being the daughter of the god of insanity was hard, having to consistently control your emotions for the sake of others. Taking a shaky breath, you stare blankly at the darkened cookies, close to being burned to a crisp. The jingle of the windchime against the door rings across the room and you barely hear it until you feel Luke’s hands skate past your waist to go open a window.

“What’d you get into now, Trouble? Been looking for you,” he says, coughing lightly from the smoke.

You groan, trying to cover the mess behind you on the counter and accidentally catching your arm on the hot tray, making you flinch.

“Ow! Ugh, babe, you’re not supposed to be here yet! I thought you were still sparring…”

Your boyfriend approaches you, squeezing your arm to examine if you’ve gotten hurt and tugging you towards him.

“That was an hour ago—how long have you been here, baby?” Luke pulls you into his arms, placing a kiss on your warm wrist, instantly soothing your anxiety until you see his eyes meet your latest failure.

“You bake now?”

“Clearly not, Luke, I’m sorry…I tried but I kept getting it wrong and then I got mad at myself for fucking up something so…” your voice weakens, tears welling in your eyes again thinking you’ve disappointed him.

Luke steps away from you and towards the kitchen counter, warm cookies browned to a crisp. He reaches out to pick one up before you can stop him, crunching down on it, the bittersweet taste filling his mouth as he sniffs.

Just like his mother would make them, through her madness and all.

He’s transported back to a memory of a house with big bay windows, kind of like the one you two dreamt up last night, but he’s nine and sitting at the kitchen table drinking Kool-Aid while his mom makes peanut butter sandwiches. May Castellan forgets the cookies in the oven again, and for a moment, Luke forgets that the last time he saw his mother was a lifetime ago. 

He doesn’t realize he’s crying until he feels your fingertips brushing away the saltwater from his cheeks.

“Didn’t mean to make you cry, angelface, I’m sorry…” you mumble, but stop speaking when you see him take another bite.

“They’re great.”

“What?”

He chomps on another singed cookie, his lips quirking into a soft smile. Luke’s not going to let you throw the rest of this batch out. Chuckling weakly, he lifts you onto the kitchen counter as he slots himself between your legs, rough hands patting your thighs.

“Well, they’re not great. But they’re perfect. Just the way I remember them,” he smiles, kissing the furrow in your brow. You don’t bother trying to comprehend his statement, happy that you didn’t mess up a memory he holds dear. 

Luke wonders if maybe he’s been blessed by his father after all, to have such extreme luck to exist at the same time as you. He doesn’t answer to the gods, to fate, but he does answer when you call his name, and settles into your arms. Love is an action after all, uncontained by just words, and he knows you tried your best, which makes it more than enough.

“She would’ve loved you, I’m sure of it,” he says rubbing his nose against yours before you can interject again, “I love you, so I know she would’ve too.”

Luke presses a tender kiss against the palm that caresses his jaw, before meeting you in the middle and finding your lips. It’s a dance you two have memorized, sweet and breathless as you meld both of your grins together. To him, you taste like chocolate chips and feel like home.

“I love you too, angelface. Almost burned the kitchen down for you,” your chuckle is cut off when he goes to press against your pout again hungrily, tracing patterns against the soft skin of your thighs as he just eats you up. The sound of your moans escapes between kisses as you wind your legs around his waist and it dampens the sound of the kitchen timer when it goes off. 

(You forcibly have to detach from Luke’s embrace, much to his displeasure so that you don’t burn the next batch too.)

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"Your name is humming inside my chest. I think this is what it means to love. I think this is what it means to be living." -Emma Bleker

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[money-and-dandellions]

An extended? version of this post:

Apollo often portrayed with long hair, symbolising the never-ending youth of boys (due to him being the protector of young boys and children in general, especially in the period of them coming into teenagerhood; history time: young boys would cut their, quite long, hair when hitting puberty as an offering/recognision of Apollo). 

So, him having long ass, soft, light wheat-coloured hair. That are just perfect for braiding, because why not.

As Lester, he managed to grow them quite long too. Not like waist-long, but they would tickle his shoulders. Of course, they are much more curly and the wrong texture but still braidable. 

Meg, of course out of boredom, (why would she find his fluffy, soft hair interesting—) decided, that he just needs to have braids. Or, just a braid.

Doesn't really matter, as she is not very best at styling hair anyway (there was no one to teach her, the only one, who could, was killed; I don't assume that she had time in Imperial Household for styling her hair; or literally anyone's) but, it doesn't mean that she did not make Lester sit down and, wincing from every strand pull, wait till she said "done" with a smirk playing on her lips.

After the trials, when Meg did see him with his long — why are they so long like why — hair (she absolutely did not think it was a cloud or why it is so cooly — Meg, that is not a word — fluffy, thank you very much), she immediately made him sit down. 

After twenty or so minutes (the first time it took an hour and a half), Apollo had a thick, long braid.

(— You look like Rapunzel now. —)

He did smile, Meg blew a fake raspberry at him. 

She did smile too.

[thequeer07puss]

On Hera and Zeus’s marriage: a rant

I’ve seen a lot people get mad at Zeus because his application of marriage in mythology is a bit more flexible than what we’re used to, while misunderstanding the theological and cultural realities that surround it

The Native Hera and the Foreign Zeus

Long ago, before what is now known as the Greek pantheon was a thing, the Greeks worshipped the goddess now known as Hera, and she was their main goddess. Some time later, another group of people, recognisable as derived from Proto-Indo-European descent through their worship of a sky father (Zeus), either conquered or merged with the existing culture of the time.

These two groups, to avoid too violent of a clash while merging, made their patron deities spouses to make the transition more smooth for everyone, effectively breaking the Proto-Indo-European pattern of sky god-earth goddess duos, while still being present to a lesser extent in the form Demeter’s brief marriage with Zeus.

Divine marriage

Now, we all know Zeus in his myths was quite a womaniser, both because of his function as an All-Father, and as his function as the representation of Ancient Greek patriarchal society where men could have as many extramarital affairs and women could not. Note the fact that this was completely allowed and accepted in Ancient Greece, and that other male deities with known spouses still slept around without their wives getting angry (eg Poseidon and Dionysus).

Why is that so? One could simply dismiss this by saying that Hera is just “being jealous”, but the answer is deeper than the surface level.

The marriage of Zeus and Hera is meant to be egalitarian, meaning that they occupy the same position and receive the same amount of honour in Olympian society, and Hera, as defender and mistress of Olympus, has to constantly check whether or not there is a breach of that egalitarian semi-open marriage or an attack on her honours as both queen of the gods and equal partner of Zeus.

Now, Hera is well-known for her fury against Zeus’s mistresses, and while this may seem funny/tragic to people, it’s not rlly ALL of them that had that treatment. The only ones of Zeus’s mistresses (that I know of) that received any kind of attack from Hera were Leto, Alcmene and Semele. (This ill reputation of Hera as a jealous wife might mostly be due to Heracles, but we’ll get back to him later)

Leto and Semele

Leto was one of Zeus’s previous wives before Hera came in power, and she conceived her children, Apollo and Artemis after Zeus and Hera got married (UPG). Semele was a mortal princess from a very important family line, who Zeus took a liking to and came down to often, even swearing to her on the river Styx to give her anything she wanted. This could tickle Hera the wrong way for 2 reasons: Leto, a previous queen, and Semele, a mortal, may have started to feel proud of Zeus’s special attention, and that their children (Apollo & Artemis, and Dionysus respectively) were destined to eventually enter her home due to them being very important. The first point could just be a reminder of Hera’s supremacy as Queen of Heaven, and sends a clear message: “Just because the King gives you special favours doesn’t mean you are above, or better than me”.

The trials that face Heracles, Apollon and Dionysus (ie madness followed by redemption, Python, and a period of madness respectively) could therefore be tests to prove their worth and proof that Zeus did not waste his time and energy making children unfit to integrate the Olympian family without some pushback. Zeus famously spent 3 days conceiving Heracles, whose famous fate at the hands of Hera could be seen as trials in her honour, as evidenced by his name which means “the glory of Hera”. When he ascends to Olympus, he even goes as far as marrying Hera’s daughter, Hebe.

Conclusion

Hera is not a jealous wife, and her marriage with Zeus is certainly not dysfunctional. They love each other deeply (see: the foundation myth of the Daidala festival) and their relationship is certainly not something to be questioned or made fun of. Honouring Hera properly means honouring Zeus, and vice-versa.

On that note, I wish you all a happy Theogamia.

[blizzardheart12]

Descendants headcanon/theory || Hades

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷︶˚.꒷꒥꒷︶꒷꒷︶꒷꒥꒷︶˚.꒷꒥꒷︶꒷

Theory: Hades was trapped in a mortal form BEFORE the creation of the Isle of the Lost

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In the first Isle of the Lost novel, Mal’s dad was only mentioned once and referred to as a “pathetic, soft human” or something of the like. It’s clear now that this description was placed there intentionally to throw readers off so that the big Hades reveal would come as a complete shock to everyone once Descendants 3 was released, but given the fact that Mal supposedly knew who her real father was the whole time, what if that detail wasn’t totally inaccurate after all and Maleficent hadn’t really been lying?

If you’re familiar with Rick Riordan’s books, you’ll know that in the Percy Jackson series, the god Dionysus was punished by Zeus for flirting with a nymph and was forced to spend a century as a head counselor for Camp Half-Blood, and he wasn’t allowed to consume any alcohol during that time. And then in the Trials of Apollo series, the god Apollo was turned into a mortal teenager as a punishment and had to earn back his godly form by completing a series of difficult tasks. My theory is that Hades simply screwed up just like the other gods and had to put in his time in order to earn back his true form, albeit not completely without magic. He is still one of the “Big Three,” after all.

(Also, it tickles me how much he acted like Mr. D in D4. “Yeah, someone should help her.” What a goof lol)

This is why we see him as a teenager in Rise of Red and then as a grown man in Descendants 3, because his punishment was probably that he had to start out as a kid and then age like a normal human being. The other theory is that he still had the ability to change his appearance and used it to disguise himself as a teenage boy, where it wore off the second he got stuck on the Isle. I prefer the former theory— it’s kind of cute to imagine him growing up alongside his friends, and perhaps that was part of whatever lesson Zeus was trying to teach him about life or something. That’s why I mentioned Dionysus’s prohibition earlier, because just as that punishment temporarily forced him not to indulge in his own abilities, Hades’ punishment did the same thing. The former had to be sober, and the latter had to leave the shadows and live a life. Who knows? It would make a hell of a good story.

It just so happens that during this little time-out of his, Hades decided to attend Merlin Academy— or perhaps Zeus forced him to do that too— where he met and fell in love with Maleficent and then later on got himself imprisoned on the Isle with no real power to stop that from happening (I’m sure his brothers got a real kick out of that). Then of course, Mal was born, so that punishment definitely had some upsides. I’m fairly certain that Hades’ godly punishment ended (or got cut short) just after the Isle’s barrier came down. Maybe Zeus wanted to see Hades become a good dad or something, which is a little ironic, but whatever.

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷︶˚.꒷꒥꒷︶꒷꒷︶꒷꒥꒷︶˚.꒷꒥꒷︶꒷

Anyway, that’s my theory! My only defense as to why I referenced Percy Jackson so much is because the series is also published by Disney, so it could technically be canon, at least in some aspects. Let me know what you think! Also I’d love to hear other people’s ideas as to how Hades got himself punished in the first place.

[hana-loves-bumblebees]

Remember when I said I’d write a Trials of Apollo fanfic about Pothos, son of Iris and Zephyrus? Well, big surprise, I’m actually working on it?!?!?! (I’m

surprised myself.)

Here, you can have a little taste:

You remember the times when you weren't burdened by any of the gods’ doings. You were just a child, a toddler running around in the gardens at Mount Olympus barefoot, laughing, frolicking around with the nymphs. At the end of the day, your mother would come pick you up and carry you up to the mountain, where your house was. Your father would come soon, too, picking you up and dancing around the room with you in his arms. That period would not last long, though.

As soon as you learned to fly, you got your first job. Aphrodite noticed you and demanded you serve her. That wasn't bad, because now you spent most of your time with young gods your own age and made many friends among them - Hymenaios, for one. Then there was Eros, already looking like a human teenager, who liked to teach you younglings to dance, when he was in a good mood. And Aphrodite was quite sweet to you. She kept gushing over your baby cheeks and tiny dual-colored wings and brown eyes that flashed all the colors of the rainbow when you were particularly happy, feeding you bits of apple pieces drizzled in honey as she did so. Those times were also good. But they, of course, didn't last.

The best memory you have of your father also occurred in these times. He taught you how to suck in as much air as you could, and release it, creating a whirlwind. You remember his dark wavy hair that you inherited floating around his face in whatever direction he commanded. You remember his dark eyes shining with pride and mirth as you managed to make a tiny tornado. You remember him tickling your belly as you tried it again. You remember, and you mourn.

You didn't notice at first, but soon after, your father started coming home later and later with each evening, and when he did, he went straight to bed. Your mother became more and more irritated with every day, from her husband´s indifference and her hard task of serving as a handmaiden to the Queen of the gods both. One day she snapped. She yelled. Your father yelled back. That was the start. Soon, all their days were filled with screaming, fighting, dark whirlwind destroying your house. You curled up in the corner, hands over your ears, tears in your eyes, as the whirlwind tore at your clothes, at your hair and your red and golden feathers. You tried not to listen, but still, some words got caught in your mind. “Cheater” was one of them. “Controlling bitch” was another. “Fuck off to Sparta then,” another.

Soon after, your parents separated and left you in the middle. You saw your father for the last time when he stormed out of your house, which had been more of a wreck by then. He didn't look back. You stayed with your mother for some time as she relocated and left her job of a godly messenger to some new god, Zeus’ son called Hermes. You also remained by Aphrodite’s side, but now your friends looked at you in pity when you weren't looking. Eros looked at you more pitifully than the others, but why, you had no idea.

Eventually, as you grew (though your body remained no older than a human at, say, four years old), your mother started looking at you with disdain. Sometimes when she looked at you, she´d shudder and look away. At first, you didn't know why that was, but you'd understand soon enough. For when you looked into a mirror, you saw you resembled your father more and more. The same face, hair, skin color and even your wings seemed more red than golden these days. So you decided to ease her load.

You ran away. She didn’t look for you.

And that was that.

[furysburn]

unfortunately for me i am once again thinking about the Grace siblings;

(tw details of neglect, alcoholism and spoilers for the trials of apollo)

Thalia was handed this wiggling giggling baby at only seven years old but that means old enough to change diapers, press the shiny buttons on the bottle heater, and wash him in the sink.

His first word was "tayia" and she learned how to sneak cash from her mother's purse so they have enough for dinner. The art of judging a good or bad night in how many brown bottles litter their living room. The first time she tickles Jason he lifts her six feet off the ground and manages to hold back the tears until they're on the ground again. She loves him, she hates her mother, and she never asks about Him.

Then it happened, Beryl's final choice and she ruins a whole forest in her grief. Flattens trees and hedges and burns what remains with lightning begging the world to give her baby brother back. She is gone the next day and Beryl tells her what she is over a cold glass of whiskey and Thalia wonders if Jason will be waiting for her somewhere along the way.

When she finds him again he is taller than her. There is a scar on his lip she can't wipe away as much as she tries. It is a reminder that he got hurt somewhere away from her and she hates herself for it. He tells her stories about Camp Jupiter and she sees a parallel of her own forever in line but never crossing.

She doesn't tell him she died until a week in. He doesn't tell her he didn't know who she was until his eyes fully clear. They trade heartbreak but believe they have so much time to mend it.

When he turns 16 she smiles for him and when he remains 16 it feels like Kronos last stab to the back aiming for the only place Artemis' immortality did not protect her.

[xenubins-circus]

im so late to reading trials of apollo (mostly bc ir ead PJO and HOO in middle school and didnt know there were more after other than magnus chase until like a year ago) and apollo being so infatuated w sally jackson just tickles me to death

[linusdogtgb]

Shuffle Media Club April 2023

Discord: https://discord.com/invite/fwPqMRvqBg

Ever get lost on what you want to engage in your free time. Look no further the Shuffle Media Club has a wide range of different types of mediums to tickle your fancy. Each category has been picked to be a great introduction to said general. You don’t have to engage in every piece of media, even in one category, but it is encouraged as we will be talking to each other at the end of the month about what we thought of the work.

This Month:

Movies: Face/Off (1997), Good Time (2017), Career Opportunities (1991), The Dark Crystal (1982) TV Shows: Black Lagoon (2006), Severance S1 (2022) Video Games: Resident Evil HD REMASTER (2015), Horizon Zero Dawn (2017) Books: The Trials of Apollo -The Hidden Oracle (2016), Akira (1982) Music: World Psychedelic Classics 5: Who Is William Onyeabor (2013), Only You - Steve Monite (2017), In The Court Of The Crimson King - King Crimson (1969) Illmatic - Nas (1994) Tabletop Game: Ticket to Ride (2004)

[happyandticklish]

Wake Up Call

Notes: For the anon request. I know the time in which I’m accomplishing some of these fics is taking longer, which is mostly due to needing to do life stuff along with this, but I still have a lot of fun writing them! Hope you enjoy~

Summary: Sometimes Nico has a hard time getting up in the morning, but Will has just the thing to help. 

Warm sunlight filtered through his vision, making the boy squint his eyes in vague irritation. The lull of sleep tugged at him, and Nico groaned, turning around to hide his face in his boyfriend’s chest. He wondered what time it was. Whatever the answer, certainly too early to be awake. He wrapped his arms around the other, tugging him closer as he allowed unconsciousness to drag him under once more.

“Hey there,” a voice whispered into his hair, followed by a gentle kiss. “How’d you sleep?”

“Still trying to,” Nico grumbled in response, the effort of forming the words already too much for his jumbled mind. Waking up next to Will was becoming a more and more common occurrence—but really, could you blame Nico when the former happened to be the most comfortable pillow in the whole camp? “What time is it?”

Nico felt Will shift against him as he checked the clock on the wall. Vaguely, Nico assessed that the two were curled up in one of the many cots in the infirmary. He wasn’t sure entirely how they had got there, but he was certain it was a location they were not supposed to be in.

“Eh… seven,” Will replied, squinting a bit at the numbers.

“Seven?!” Nico exclaimed, his words ringing with disgust. “And you woke me up why exactly?”

“Oh, so you wanna be the one to explain to Chiron why the two of us were in here?” Will asked, arching an eyebrow at the other.

“You’re a doctor,” Nico pointed out, his words mumbled as he attempted to put himself back in the peaceful state he had been in before. “It’s an infirmary. What’s the problem?”

“The ‘problem’ is that I’m not supposed to be here overnight, and definitely not with a child of Hades in tow.”

“Mmm.”

Will sighed resignedly as he took in the other, the latter of which was clearly holding no intentions of moving. Seven was too late already. Technically, the others should be showing up around now, but his cabin had a habit of arriving late to opening time. He glanced anxiously towards the door, and then back down at his dozing boyfriend. However, as he did so he took in the way his shirt had rucked up in the fitful shifting of the night, revealing a pale sliver of his stomach. With his arms wrapped around Will’s neck and his eyes shut, he was entirely vulnerable to the idea formulating in Will’s mind.

“Nico~” he sing-songed, his hand drifting slowly down to his sides from where it had rested on the other’s back. “I really think you should get up now.”

Nico grunted, hardly taking in his words in his hazy state of mind.

Will grinned, almost pleased that the other had left him with such an open oppurtunity. “Alright then. But just remember, what happens next is on you.”

Nico twitched when fingers drew lightly up his side, pushing his shirt further up. A small smile slid onto his features as the tracing turned into light scratching. “No,” he muttered under his breath, though he declined to block the touch, choosing instead to merely hold onto the blond tighter. “Will…”

“Hmm?”

“C’mon—” Nico was squirming now, the light sensations making his already fuzzy brain turn to mush. “I-It—don’t!”

“You’re not making any sense, I’m afraid,” Will tsked, walking his fingers down to his stomach and scribbling lightly over the skin. “You’re gonna have to use complete sentences if you want me to understand what you’re saying.”

Nico squeezed his eyes shut, choked giggles escaping him despite himself. He attempted to draw his legs up, but with the way he was pressed against Will, curling up was impossible. That left his stomach entirely vulnerable to attack; it wasn’t his worst spot, but it was inexplicably unbearable in its own way.

“Wihihill!”

“Nico.”

Whatever Nico’s next sentence might have been, it broke off into frustrated garbling as the scribbling turned into playful poking. 

“C’mon Nico,” Will teased, increasing the frenzy of the pokes so that Nico squeaked, his arm almost coming down to block him before grabbing around Will’s neck once more. “You know how to end this. You don’t want to get caught like this, do you?”

The idea of anyone seeing him in such a state was one that normally Nico would revolt at instantly. In the moment, however, he found that he was too tired to think about future consequences when the appeal of staying in the warm, comfortable bed, laughing into Will’s embrace, was as strong as it was. It had been a while since Will had pulled anything like this with the other, and Nico wasn’t rushing to end it so soon.

Will seemed to pick up on Nico’s reluctance, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I see. Are you enjoying yourself, Mr. Ghost King? Hmm? Do you like being tickled, is that what it is?”

Warmth spread across Nico’s features, his stomach erupting into nerves at the revelation. It didn’t help that Will had slowed down the tickling in order for him to answer. “I—uh, no, of course not.” He fiddled with the back of Will’s shirt as he answered, still hiding his face in the hopes that it come somehow make the conversation easier to accomplish.

“Really?” Will’s words were laced with doubt. One hand rubbed up and down his side, a switch from the tickling from seconds before, in what was most likely meant to be a comforting gesture. Nico couldn’t help but twitch and tense every time his hand strayed too far from his path, however. “Because I couldn’t help but notice that you didn’t try to stop me once while I was tickling you.”

Nico froze, his heart racing as he was caught in his lie. He opened his mouth, struggling to find some way to get himself out of the situation he had led himself into. Before he could, however, Will interjected hurriedly.

“It’s okay if you do, you know,” Will reassured him. “You don’t have to be ashamed of it or anything. Lots of people like to be tickled—it’s a normal way of showing and receiving affection. Not to mention,” he added slowly, gently tweaking his side so that the other let out a startled yelp. “You’re awfully cute all giggly and squirmy like this.”

Nico’s blush worsened, but relief coursed through him with a cool assurance. After a moment of hesitating silence, he muttered, “I don’t… not like it. What, uh, what you were doing, I mean.”

Will blinked, having not expected such an honest answer. Gratitude zipped through him, spreading a pleasant warmth throughout his body. He knew the other probably wouldn’t have been as open with him if it wasn’t still the early hours of the morning, and for a moment, he worried that Nico was going to be angry with him for prompting the confession. But as he watched the curled in position of the other, his gaze focused intently anywhere but Will, he realized that Nico was more nervous than anything else, as though he were worried that Will was going to be the angry one.

“Hey.” Nico frowned as Will sat up, grasping his hand firmly. “Thanks. For telling me that is. It means a lot to me that you were willing to share this with me.”

“Oh,” Nico replied slowly, unfurling from his position with a confused stare. “Yeah, uh, no problem. I guess. You’re not… I mean, you don’t think it’s weird?”

“Nico, you summon people from the dead. Your chauffeur is a zombie. We live in a world of myth and monsters, and you still think that playing with the Pokémon versions of that is cooler. Liking tickling is the least weird thing about you.”

“Thanks,” Nico replied dryly.

Will pulled him closer, kissing the tips of his fingers lightly. Nico wrinkled his nose at the affectionate gesture, but there was a faint pink dusted across his features all the same. “This is just one more thing about you to love. And you know what the best part about all of this is?”

“What?” Nico asked hesitantly, trying not to focus on Will’s face, let alone his lips, inches away from his own.

“I get to do this whenever I want to!”

Hands were shoved suddenly under Nico’s shirt, climbing his sides and sneaking under his arms. Nico squawked, caught off guard by the sudden attack, and flailed back in an unsuccessful attempt to retreat. “Wihihill! Wahahahait!”

“No, I don’t think I will. I’m having too much fun, you see. Besides, I thought you said you liked it. Do you really want me to stop?”

Nico blushed, giggling uncontrollably as he attempted to tug Will’s arms away from his armpits. “Thahahat’s nahahahat fahahair!” he squeaked, falling backwards on the bed at last in an act of desperation. His hands were holding Will’s wrists loosely, tugging every once in a while unsuccessfully. His head was thrown back in a wild grin as carefree laughter spilled from his lips. Will’s heart swooped unsteadily in his chest, the sight of Nico like this first thing in the morning too much for him to handle. Consequently, he almost didn’t notice the voice ringing through the infirmary seconds later, echoing in the hall.

“Will? Are you in there? I thought I heard a noise.”

Will nearly gave himself whiplash from how fast he jerked back from the other, pulling Nico onto his chest on accident as the other’s hands were still locked about his arms. Nico’s face had dropped into that of cautious alarm, but there was still light dancing in his eyes, casting a content glow to his face.

Will cursed, letting out a disappointed groan. “Kayla. Dammit. We should probably get out of here so I don’t get you in trouble.”

“Me in trouble?” Nico exclaimed indignantly as Will pulled him off the bed, each of them struggling to kick the covers off of themselves. “Wasn’t it your idea to come here in the first—”

“Details, details,” Will interrupted quickly. “Now, do you want to get caught or not?”

Nico sighed, but followed him in a run as the two attempted to sneak out through the back doors.

In the end, Kayla ended up catching them and the two got put on Pegasus detail for the next two weeks. But Will decided it was all worth it, in the end, if it meant he got to hear the other’s laughter once more.

[sneezeefferthekink]

Feathers and Fun

This is a kl/ap0llo sneezfic, probably one of many. CW for explicit lewdness and unprotected gay sex. If you are a minor, do not interact.

Apollo had, what he would describe as, the worst allergies in the world. His nose would often get so sensitive and itchy, and every little thing would make it tickle, but he’d be stuck hitching for what felt like years to him. It was hell, having to sneeze, but almost never quite getting there. That was why he was always on allergy meds, typical over the counter cheap stuff, too poor to afford the good stuff, but God forbid he use that crap that makes him sleepy! 

But then, he started dating Klavier Gavin. Apollo used to feel overwhelmed, being this random joe-shmoe dating the rockstar of the century so when he found out about Klavier’s sneeze kink, it was a bit humbling... and exciting. Because his nose often left him hitching and sighing for minutes, if not hours, Klavier was always on edge whenever Apollo had a sneeze in him. Allergy-induced or otherwise. 

And, seeing as Apollo had the next two days off, and Klavier would start his vacation once he got home tonight, what harm was there in... skipping his allergy pills today? Surely after this annoying, three-day-long trial, which Klav had come home red in the face and frustrated as hell every night from, Apollo could do... something to help him... relax. Something to melt his frustrations away...

First, Apollo slept in, Klavier needed his braincells for work, and Apollo was hoping to undo him in nearly every aspect he could. When Klavier was gone, Apollo took his vitamin gummies, and took one of his outfits out to hang by the garden. It was just a red high school shirt and some skinny jeans, but Klavier loved to see Apollo in them. He personally thought it was too small these days, but maybe that was what made it such a good ‘thirst trap’ outfit? At least, it worked on Klav, and that’s all Apollo could care about. 

Unfortunately, he realized that the pollen count today was low enough to not bother his nose. Dammit. The one time he...! Apollo looked around the house, and thought of another idea. Why not do some cleaning later?

About an hour before Klavier would be home, Apollo got his not-so-pollen-covered outfit and put it on. His nose did get a bit tickly, but he knew nothing would come of it from just that alone. He expected this. He gave Vongole a huge hug, and Mikeko a good kiss, then, closed the door to the bedroom. He had to find a stool to stand on to reach it, but he grabbed Klavier’s toy box from the top shelf of the closet, and snagged his feather duster as well as a large feather that he hid under the pillow on his side of the neatly made bed. Apollo checked the time, and quickly got to work, dusting off the bedroom. They were overdue on this chore anyway, it seemed, both were always too tired to actually do it, and dusting was one of the chores that Apollo couldn’t stand for... obvious reasons, plus it wasn’t like Klavier would notice whether or not he’d dusted anyway, he never noticed stuff like that. And just holding the damn thing was making his nose itch and his eyes water. 

Once he was done, however, Apollo slipped the duster back inside the box, put the box away, and hid the stool somewhere out of immediate sight, for him to worry about later. Now all he had to do was resist the urge to sniffle and rub his nose until Klavier got home. He wanted to save his hitching fits for his boyfriend.

And luckily, Apollo wouldn’t have to wait too long. Vongole barked like nuts once she heard Klav open the garage door, and Apollo felt his stomach tingle with excitement. As a last second touch, Apollo pinch and twisted his nipples through his tight red shirt so they’d perk up enough to be visible through the fabric. From there, he sat on the bed, trying to wiggle the tickles in his nose away until Klavier opened the door. He was a bit red in the face, so Apollo knew he was frustrated, brows furrowed cutely into his adorable scowl.  “Rough day today?” “Ach, you have no idea.” Klavier grumbled, swinging the door shut as he kicked off his work shoes and socks. “I demand cuddles from mien schatz!!” Apollo smirked, noting how thick his accent was, which usually came from him being in an angry mood like this.  “Well, come and get them!” Apollo sniffled, extending his arms out for him. Klavier almost didn’t hesitate, suit and all, he hopped right into the bed with his lover, kicking up even more allergens for Apollo.  “Ah-” The attorney hadn’t exactly accounted for that.  “Dhii-- did you want to talk about it?” Another sniffle.

“Nien.” He responded bluntly. He must have been really frustrated, not that Apollo couldn’t feel how tense he was in his bracelet. But to be so annoyed and angry to not notice yet! Klavier was normally so attentive when it came to Apollo’s sneezes.  “Juh-just cuddles then?” Apollo offered into his ear, deciding to make him notice. Apollo moved his arms around Klavier’s body, kissing his neck as he worked his hands up towards his shoulder blades. “Or maybe something a bit more to take your troubles away?” “Oh...” Klavier hummed, clearly not in protest.  “Is that your-- hih hih--- your- haa’HI-- ahh-” Apollo sighed with a sniffle, right in Klavier’s ear, earning himself a whine that went right to Apollo’s groin. He could feel his lover swallow. “J-ja. Schatz. The safe word is guitar.”  “Mmmm~ I’m glad you remembered, babe.” Apollo moaned into his neck, hand slipping down to Klavier’s waistline and unbuttoning his pants. It was a bit hard, given the damn chains, God, he wished he wouldn’t wear those stupid things, but he managed to eventually unbutton him and pull down his fly, earning a nice little gasp from the beautiful piano man next to him. Apollo continued to kiss his neck, rubbing his nose against his ear and hair as best as he can in the hopes of doing something for his nose. 

Klavier got to hear the poor man hitch, and hitch, and hitch, right in his ear, but it always ended in a sigh, which always got Klavier to whine. Not to say Apollo wasn’t making good use of his hand, which had been teasing Klavier’s member through his briefs. Apollo intended to take it slow tonight. Tonight may have been about Klavier, but he could always tell him what he wanted. He had a voice, and Apollo sure as hell knew that he knew how to use it.  “Schatz, must you be such a tease?” He moaned. “Oh... am I teh-teasing?” Apollo hitched lowly with a sniffle, “Suh- suh- sorry. I didn’t know... which hiiih- you-- you wanted--!” Apollo sucked in a large gasp, only to pause yet again, seemingly stuck in his hellish sneeze limbo. Eyes screwed shut, yet raised brows, nostrils red and flaring with a chest filled with air that was just ready to be expelled... only... another sigh of ‘relief,’ if either Klavier or Apollo could pretend to call it that. “Almost, huh?” He teased again, stroking his lover’s cock through his underwear with three fingers this time.  “Gah-!” Klavier shuddered out the gasp, back arching with arousal. “A-Apollo-!” He whined. “Waddya want, Klavie?” He asked, rolling on top of Klavier. “I know I seem like it... but... I... I’m not a mind reader...” Apollo moved his hand from his crotch to untwirl his sub’s hair. He loved to rub his hands through it, and sometimes, when they decide to indulge in Klavier’s kink, its length was useful in getting his always oh-so stubborn sneezes out. But, Apollo had a plan, so unless Klavier wanted to go that route, (as sometimes he was insistent on it,) they wouldn’t need to resort to his now beautifully messy golden locks. It was hard for Apollo to not get distracted by how pretty Klav was like this, but as great as he looked in the suit, Apollo thought he’d look better with out it right now. “Y-you’re going to hiih- hafta teh-tell me wh-what-- hiIIH-! What you- HEH-! Want--!” This time, Apollo turned his head, fully believing he’d sneeze this time, but by the time he brought his nose to his elbow, the sneeze fizzled away, yet again. 

Apollo slowly turned his head back to Klav, nostrils still flaring, yet he had that bedroom shit-eating grin on his face.  “Well?” Klavier whined at his voice, Apollo sounded so desperate, so ready to sneeze. “Which is it?”  “Gott, schatzi, you’re making me crazy! I-I know you’re not holding back!” “Do I... heee- ehver nuh-- hiIH-! N-need to?” “Mein gott schatzi, touch me while I coax your sneezes-- Mmf!” Apollo suddenly cut him off with a kiss. “Which one, babe?” Apollo pulled his face away from Klav’s once he felt the urge to sneeze spike yet again, rubbing his nose with his finger, which did little to satiate the maddening tickle. But seeing Klavier already work up a sweat, seeing him whimper and moan underneath him was more that worth it. 

Honestly, Apollo never appreciated his false-start sneezes until he saw what they reduced Klavier to...

Klavier whimpered and whined and squirmed underneath Apollo as he thought. How could he just decide?! Between being touched and hearing his partner’s monstrous sneeze? Assuming he chose not to stifle. It was a tough choice for the rockstar, that was for sure.

Ultimately, he unlinked his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear to give Apollo access. Apollo had a lot of false starts and long hitching fits, but he couldn’t hold back a sneeze, they’re tried countless times in the bedroom, but his strong sneezes always prevailed. Apollo would eventually sneeze on his own, one way or another, but Apollo could easily arouse Klavier forever without touching him until Klavier was a heaving, desperate mess. 

Meanwhile, Apollo could only stare lustfully at Klavier’s impressive swollen cock. He was only half-hard, but Apollo could easily change that. The attorney smiled, opting not to try and speak through his itchy, twitchy nose like so many nights before. Instead, he carefully pulled his pants and briefs down rest of the way, making sure to graze Klav’s inner thigh as he went. Once the pants were unceremoniously discarded onto the floor, Apollo carefully swiped his thumb over the tip, a shivered gasp rewarding him for his contact. 

He really thought about swallowing him down, but Klavier couldn’t stand the sight of bald genitals, and he couldn’t risk tickling his nose while blowing him tonight. Apollo adjusted himself over his legs, and reached into the side-table drawer to grab the lube. He locked fluttering, lidded eyes with Klavier, who was watching his lover’s nostril’s flare as he squirted a generous amount of lube onto his hand. Apollo didn’t wait for it to warm before he began to stroke Klavier’s penis. The man relished in the moan he was, once more, rewarded with, and used his free hand to begin unbuttoning his black blouse.  “Scha-aaaahhh~ Schaatz!” 

Once Klavier’s tits were free, Apollo was free to lick and suck them all he wanted. He was on vacation, so he didn’t need to worry about leaving marks or bruises! And it sure was clear how much Klavier loved it. He even removed his shirts completely, and threw them unto the abyss that was the floor. Of course, Klavier was momentarily disappointed when Apollo had to pull his face away, he even stopped pumping, which drove him insane. But was even worse is how he started another one of his hitching fits. With Apollo being on top of him, Klavier could feel his chest expand on top of his, the way his body tensed up, and how he ceased all other movement, being so preoccupied with the tickle. Klavier even got to hear a little ‘ah’ as though he was finally going to sneeze, but he froze once more. Klavier held his breath, wide-eyed and enamored with Apollo’s sexy pre-sneeze expression. The attorney drew in one last breath and--!!

...deflated. Klavier was just about growling, he was hungry with need by this point.  “Aahhh... I w-was so... so close.” He sniffled.

Klavier pulled Apollo’s face down to his, making out with him almost aggressively until Apollo had to come up for air.  “Klah’hih! Klahv-HIH-! Haaahh...” Another false start. “Und just why are you still dressed? Zhis is hardly fair!” Apollo couldn’t help but chuckle at that. He hadn’t meant to make him frustrated, but he couldn’t say he wasn’t enjoying it. “Alright, alright, I heh’heeehhh- he-hear you...” He sniffled, sending a teasing finger down to rub his taint. Klavier moaned and bucked his hips with want, but Apollo had to stop to take off his clothes. Though, before throwing them onto the floor with the rest of their clothing, Apollo buried his nose in his pollen-dusted shirt, and took a deep breath. 

That got him a few, rapid false starts, gasping and sighing, gasping and sighing, but still nothing.  “Aahhh... You know, Klavie... i-if you... if you be’heeehh... beh’eh... eh... EH... behave... I-I might just.... migh- might just... geh... get out. Juh-huuhst for- for-! For y-!! You...” Apollo’s hand slipped under his pillow and pulled out one of Klavier’s favorite feathers. It was long and purple, sharp and wicked looking, but the tip was just so fluffy, it was perfect for nose-tickling. 

Apollo relished in how much the prosecutor’s eyes widened once he saw the feather. Just to test the waters, he ran the sides under his nostrils, being extra careful to avoid the tip, so as to not tip the scale. But oh boy, did he feel the feather. Apollo got maybe about halfway down the length of the feather when he had to stop. He held his breath, fearing that he may have tickled his nose too much anyway, and he put the feather down with a shiver.

Klavier must have caught the look in Apollo’s eye, because he could tell he made a mistake. As soon as Apollo put down the feather, his hand gently scraped up Klavier’s taint, (getting his hips to buck again,) and began to pump him once more.

“I-I think I-I huh I-I might have- huuh-!” Klavier couldn’t be frustrated with Apollo’s slow and uneven pace, because the sight above him was way too sexy, and made up for it in spades. His heart was racing, his dick was throbbing and already leaking precum, and it was all because of Apollo right now. Chest puffed up so much his back was arching, pecs on full display with hardened nipples and all. His face, relaxed, aside from his furrowed brows and flaring nostrils, a vague expression of concentration on what Klavier fantasized to be the sneeze as it wormed it’s way through his nose. His hair, completely free of gel as he pumped his hot, throbbing cock with each and every forced breath. Each hitch brought his voice higher and higher, Klavier could honestly cum from just how desperate he sounded alone, if only Apollo could move his hand faster, instead of in time with his hitching fit!!

“Hih heh hiiih hHIIH! HIH-!” 

Once again, everything stopped with Apollo’s sneeze, his hand, their breath, everything aside from the beating of Klavier’s heart and the throbbing of his penis. Apollo began to sigh, but Klavier flipped his switch. He couldn’t take it anymore. 

Klavier shot up, grabbed Apollo by the arms, and rolled him back over into the bed, so that he was the one on top now.  “Let’s see how you like this game, schatz~” He purred lowly. Klavier moved his hand to fondle Apollo’s balls, while grabbing the feather with the other hand.  “Klavie, I-I didn’t mean to-- oohhhhh~” Apollo moaned out, spreading his legs more to give Klav access to whatever else he wanted to play with down there. Klavier drew a finger up the shaft and along Apollo’s frenulum, getting Apollo just a bit louder, as he arched his back. 

Moving up some, Klavier began grinding against Apollo’s cock, getting the other to squirm and wrap his hands around Klavier’s back.  “Oh Klaaaaaav...” He drawled, melting into Klavier’s movements. He didn’t notice Klav bringing up the feather until he felt the tip swiping back and forth against his nose, hitting the inside of his nostrils. “Hah-! O-oh Klavi-- heehh-! I-I cahaan’t--” Apollo was caught between whining and moaning, because what Klavier was doing to him felt so good, but what the feather was doing to his nose was a ticklish hell. He began to hitch like crazy, and about halfway through his fit, Klavier moved the feather, and began sucking his nipples, further distracting Apollo from the sneeze. “Kuh- Kuh- Klahaaa-huuh huhvier!!” He sniffled desperately, chest aching with all the air it tried to take in, “H-huh-heh-help me! Hehlp me snuh-ooohh, god-!” Apollo shook as Klavier grabbed his member, spreading the first beads of precum around his fingers as best as he could. 

Apollo released his breath, and Klavier picked up the feather again, ready to tease him some more. This time, he made sure that he was getting Apollo’s precum on his fingers as he stroked, and as for the feather, Apollo had his eyes closed in pure bliss, so Klavier suspended the feather above Apollo’s face so that the tip would be right on his nose. Once Apollo inevitably arched his back, that stubborn allergic tickle spiked once more, causing the man to hitch, and hitch and hitch.  “Klah- Klahviiiaaaa- HIIH-! I-I think I-I’m- HEH! I-I’m gonna snuh-! A-ahh~” Apollo gasped when Klavier put a finger inside his ass. And while he was incredibly turned on, he couldn’t help but whine in frustration, because he could still feel the persistence of the tickle. If he’d known he’d be betrayed like this, he wouldn’t have tried to hold back before Klavie got home!!

And Apollo was just so fucking close, but he wanted Klavier to screw him into the bed now, so he’d have to resist the urge. 

Klavier didn’t have to do much this time... He made sure Apollo was prepared enough where he’d be tight, but not in pain, and once he felt he was ready, the feather was picked up once again, and Klavier swirled little figure eights into Apollo’s nostrils.  “Nuh- nuh- not again! Hih! Hih! HIH! Ahhh... Heh! Huh! HAH!! Klah-hahhhv-HIH-!” This time, to distract Apollo, Klavier pushed himself in, which he could tell Apollo felt, because he moaned, but it wouldn’t stop this sneeze now. “HEH! HIH! H--!” Klavier pinched Apollo’s nose at the last second, which was of no relief to Apollo’s trembling lungs. “Klaaaaaaaaaav!!” Apollo whined, desperation not at all lost in his voice.  “How does it feel, schatz, to not have either?” 

Apollo could only whine, wiggling his hips for some form of friction, and wriggling his nose for some semblance of relief. Apollo could feel how aroused Klavier was, how his dick was throbbing inside him, and it only made him want more of it, but he wanted to enjoy it fully, without this stupid fucking sneeze torturing him!!

Luckily, Klavier couldn’t hold himself back for much longer for the sake of pettiness. He picked up the feather one, final time, and swiped it back and forth against Apollo’s nose the entirety of his hitching fit.  “Heh hih hih hIH HIH HIH HIH-!!” Apollo moved to cover his nose out of habit, but Klavier was quick to grab his hand, and pin it to the bed at the last second. “HHHHIIIIHIIIH!! HAA’SHOO!” Klavier bit back a soft moan feeling the spray on his chest and nipples, arching his back some. Apollo kept hitching though, and Klavier was more than happy to help, despite being rock hard and ready to burst already. "HWA’SHIEW! HWA’SHOO! HA’KTCHU!!” “Fuck, schatz, I-I need to move-!” Klavier warned, before rocking his hips back and forth. Apollo continued sneezing, even after Klavier stopped using the feather, he was practically shaking the bed, which was only fueling the pleasure Klavier was bringing him.  “HAH’CHIEW! HUH’SHIEW! Hah... HAH... HAHSHOO!!” “Och! Ja! Ja! Mien schatz! Gesundheit mien liebling!!” 

Eventually, Klavier rolled over so that Apollo was on the top again- he could still thrust upwards, and pulled his poor, sneezy treasure into his chest. Now that Apollo was stifling his sneezes into Klavier’s chest, he sounded way too adorable, and Klavier just had to speed up.  “Oh- hi’tch! Fuck- K’tch! Klavier-! K’chii!” Apollo finally sighed with relief, fully able to enjoy Klavier ramming into him. Klavier kept going faster and faster, just to get more and more noises out of Apollo, and eventually, the two climaxed together, quite loudly, before collapsing. 

Out of breath, Apollo reached for the covers, and pulled them over them before lazily planting a sloppy kiss on Klavier’s jaw.  “I love you.” “That’s my line, schatzi. Though, maybe I should thank you for dusting? I love it whenever you do...”  “You never notice-” “Your dust sneezes take forever, they’re just as bad as pollen for you.” Klavier sighed, running his hands through Apollo’s hair. “Must have been a lot of dust, it takes a lot to get through your allergy meds...” “...about tha- hih hih hih-! Oh come on, not agaaii- hih-!” “I still have the feather~” Klavier teased, kissing his treasure on the nose. 

[a-fluffer-nutter]

Reunited

So Idk if you’ve read the new trials of Apollo book yet, but I LOVE IT a lot and now I can’t stop thinking of more tickle scenarios in my head! So I decided to write another fic for it instead.

Link to the original on my Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/425704849-the-human-experience-reunited

This story takes place just before the end of the second book, so MAJOR SPOILERS for those of you who haven’t finished yet. After the battle with Commodus at Waystation, Apollo can’t catch a wink of sleep. So what better way to pass time then by researching the third oracle? But, of course, now that Meg is back, Apollo can’t seem to find anywhere to worry about the future in peace. Meg ends up taking it upon herself to make Apollo laugh and forget for a few moments about what’s to come. Hope you guys like it! 🤗

Its been a long day Some peace is all I ask for, Meg’s not about it

You know, after a day like today you’d think that anybody would be able to sleep for a week, but for some reason everyone at Waystation was wide awake, including me. Despite us all being exhausted and beaten, no one seemed to be able to get some shut eye, so most people where out and about Waystation. Leo and Calypso were spending some quality time together in the main room, going over their plans for Leo’s future trip to camp Jupiter, Emmie was with Georgina, trying to put her to sleep, and Jo was cleaning whatever she could to keep herself occupied. The warriors from the battle that were staying at Waystation were either in their assigned dorms, or talking and sitting in the halls or the main room near the kitchen.

Then there was me. I had a lot to think about, and those thought gave me no time for sleeping. No only had I forced myself to endure some of the pain that Meg went through today, I had faced my Ex, Commodus. So yeah, there was a lot going on in my head.

On top of all the stress this dreadful day had brought, the third oracle still remained a mystery. So, because I wasn’t going to sleep anyway, I decided to do a little research in the Waystation library. So far, not much had been learned. I’d read as manny scrolls about the oracles as I could, and nothing. Not even so much as a general location we could start looking.

After reaching the 23rd scroll I’d found, I heard someone approach me.

“You can’t sleep either?” I heard the voice of Meg say.

Without turning towards her, I said, “no, despite feeling like I haven’t slept in weeks.”

She decided to pull up a chair next to me.

“What you reading?” She asked.

“A scroll.” I responded dryly.

She groaned at me. “You know what I mean.”

“It’s just some stuff about oracles. I haven’t found anything about our third oracle.”

I felt her glance over my shoulder. Ugh! I hate over the shoulder readers.

“Hey, this is in Greek!” I heard her shout.

“Yes, what did you expect?”

“I was just wondering why I’m able to understand it. I’ve never learned Greek before. I can hardly read English.”

I could only sigh. I’d thought Chiron had been over this with her.

“Your brain is wired to read Greek. You are a demigod after all.”

“How?” She asked.

“I don’t know!” I shouted. “Can I just read?”

After a few seconds of somewhat awkward, yet relieving silence, I felt her angrily glancing at me. Suddenly, I felt a poke at my ribs. She seemed to have a habit of doing that.

“What? What is it?”

“You’re just being grumpy.” She stated. “I don’t like it.”

I attempted to return back to reading, (not that I ways reading anything that would really help us) when she poked me again, this time closer to my hip. I gave out a quick yelp as my body flinched. I looked over and saw that Meg was staring at me with wide eyes.

“Apollo?” She asked.

“Yes?”

“What was that?”

“What was what?” I said a bit to quickly.

She decided to poke me again, and I flinched away from her touch. As realization struck her, I saw a grin start to spread across her face.

“The great Apollo is ticklish?” She exclaimed.

“Um- I um… maybe.” I shuddered.

As I fearfully looked at her, her smirk grew and she started wiggling her fingers towards me.

“M-Meg, no.” I said as convincingly as I could. Which right now, probably didn’t sound vary convincing. “I’ve gone through this before, I know where this is going.”

“Wait, you’ve been tickled before?” She said in disbelief. “And I missed it? When was this?”

“Um, camp half-blood, just after you, uh, left.”

“Well, it’s time that I found out about what I’ve been missing out on!”

Oh gods

I decided to do the thing anyone with a little bit of common scenes would do in a situation like this. I ran. As I bolted out the doors of the library, I heard Meg calling out behind me, “you can run, but you can’t hide, Apollo.”

Despite her not even being near me, I found myself giggling hysterically as I heard her running after me. I felt a sort of rush of adrenaline as I hoped the Waystation would lead me to where I needed to be, and not block me off to face the threat chasing after me.

Luckily, a hallway opened up, and I rushed through it. In the hallway we’re warriors who weren’t able to sleep. They stoped what they were doing to stare at me as I ran away. Embarrassed as I was, I could stop my running or giggling.

Another passage opened up, so I took it. It lead me right inside the main room connected to the kitchen, right where most of the people were. Like in the hallways, everyone in the room stopped and stared at me. Leo and Calypso, who were probably still in the middle of their important discussion, glanced over at me.

“Um, Apollo?” Asked Leo. “You okay? You look like you’ve been running.”

I heard the sound of footsteps behind me.

“Got you.” Said Meg.

I quickly screeched as I ran over to Jo, who was carrying around a duster. I quickly ran behind her, a goofy grin still on my face.

“Help!” I giggled. “Megs trying to get me.”

“Get you?” Jo responded.

“Jo can’t help you forever, Apollo.” Teased Meg. “The tickle monster is still going to get you.”

“Wait, tickle monster?” Asked Jo. “You’re ticklish?”

“Long story, Zeus is mean!” I quickly explained.

Just then, Meg started running around her, trying to get me again.

“EEP! NO!” I shouted.

We started doing circles around Jo as everyone else now had there full attention on us. Eventually, Meg changed direction and I almost ran right into her. Curse that trick! Gets me every time! Instead of running into her though, I narrowly dodged her and made a beeline to the couch where Leo and Calypso were sitting. Instead of offering me their help like I was hopping they would, they decided to pull me onto the couch. They held both my arms so that I couldn’t get away. As I struggled and kicked my legs, Meg approached us.

“Thanks guys!” She exclaimed. “I thought it would take forever for me to catch him.”

“Yeah, we’ve kind of done this before,” said Leo. “We decided to save you some time.”

“You’ve done this before?” She asked. “Where’s he ticklish?” As she asked she climbed on the couch and positioned herself above me.

“He’s ticklish pretty much everywhere,” Calypso chimed in. “But we’ve found that his tummy is the worst.”

“M-Meg, think about this.” I pleaded.

“Oh, I’ve thought about it alright,” she responded, “and I’ve thought about how grumpy you’ve been tonight. You could use a laugh.”

She started wiggling her fingers towards me, and I started giggling even more.

“Oh come on Apollo,” she teased. “I haven’t even started to tickle you yet!”

At that she started her assault. She squeezed my sides and I bursted out laughing. She continued kneading at my sides, going down and back up, keeping me flinching away from the touch. People around the room were laughing along with me, some in disbelief, some out of being flustered. During all this, Meg decided to test other spots. “Hey Apollo?” She asked as she briefly stopped.

“Whahahat is it?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath.

“All your ribs are still there, right? After a battle like today’s, I wouldn’t be surprised if you lost one.”

“What are you going on about?”

“I just want to make sure all your ribs are there. We better count them. Let’s see, one.” As she said ‘one’ she began poking at my rib, being sure to not be too rough, but still firm enough to tickle the daylights out of me.

“MEHEHEHEG! My ribs ahahHARE AHAHALL THERE!”

“Apollo! Stop squirming around! Now I’ve lost count! I’ll have to start all over again.”

“NOHOHOH!” I continued to squirm against my attacker and the helpers keeping me down. Of course, she started over again, counting and kneading at my ribs.

After what seemed like forever, she finally gave up counting and just continued tickling. I was starting to lose my breath again when she let up for another quick break.

“Okay, your ribs seem good after all.”

“I *huff* hate you.”

“But you’ve still got this attitude problem, and there’s only one cure for that.”

“Uh, what?” I was hoping it didn’t involve any more tickling.

“We’ll just have to turn your giggle box upside down.”

“What does that even mean?” I shouted.

“Well, I think that your giggle box is in your tummy, so I’m just going to have to flip it upside down.”

Of course, I knew she meant more tickling. And this time on my worst spot. She began lightly spidering on my stomach, sending me into another fit of giggles, and when I least expected it, her hands suddenly pressed into my stomach and began vibrating. I jolted up and began howling with laughter. At this point the snorting also started, making everyone else in the room begin laughing even more.

I looked over to Jo, tears beginning to stream down my face.

“PLEASE! HEHEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE!” I wasn’t able to say anymore, because just then Meg blew a raspberry into my belly, right on the navel.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NOHOHOH! NOT THAHAHAHAHT!”

I heard Jo lightly laugh as she approached us.

“Okay now,” she said. “I think the all mighty Apollo has had enough.”

Meg gave her a disappointed pout, but finally gave in.

“Okay, fine.” She finally got off of me, and Leo and Calypso released my arms as I collapsed to the floor.

“Thank you.” I said, still panting and giggling.

“Did I turn your giggle box upside down?” Asked Meg.

I continued giggling as I felt a buzzing sensation in my belly. “Yehehehes, you dihihid.”

“Well my work is done then,” she laughed as she exited the room, probably headed back to her assigned dorm. As she was walking out, Emmie passed by her, starring out at the room.

“What’s with all the commotion?” She asked.

“Apollo just got tickled half to death by Meg,” Leo answered. “We might have helped out.”

She shook her head as she looked at me, still a puddle of giggles on the floor. There were other warriors in the room who decided to have some fun of their own, and were now tickling each other.

“Alright everyone,” Emmie called out. “We should all be getting some sleep. I want everyone going back to there assigned dorms.”

Everyone obeyed, and soon the room was almost empty.

“Night Apollo,” Called Calypso.

“Yeah, and sorry about tickling you to death,” Leo added.

Once the room was empty, Emmie stared down at me. “You need sleep too Apollo.”

“To tired,” I wined. “Can’t move.”

Emmie softly laughed as she looked down at me.

“Jo, do you mind getting Apollo back to his room?”

“I’m on it,” she responded. She walked over to me and picked me up. Cradling me in her arms, she carried me back to my dorm.

“Thanks,” I said. Jo only smiled and kept walking. When we finally got back to the room, she laid me down in bead and pulled up the covers. If this were a different scenario, I would probably be embarrassed, having been treated like a small child. But now, Jo’s act of kindness felt motherly and comforting. I couldn’t help but feel grateful for it. Plus I was still to tired to do anything.

“I still can’t believe you’re Apollo,” she said.

“I know,” I responded. “I can’t believe it either.”

Jo just smiled at me, then turned out the light.

“Good night, Apollo.” She said as she slowly shut the door.

Yep, it really was great to be reunited with Meg. She might drive me crazy, but she’s helped me feel what it’s like to be human. And this human experience really isn’t that bad, as long as she’s with me.

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Can we see Phoenix Wright tickling the pre-trial nerves out of Apollo please? ❤️ Love your work by the way.

Hey thank you so much! I’m not much into Phoenix Wright atm, but I’ve seen Game Grumps has a play through of it so I may just check it out and see if it’s a fandom is like

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Amends

Request: taking place in the Trials of Apollo timeline? Reader is a daughter of Apollo who is dating Percy. For some reason, the reader had a fallout with her father and has distanced herself from the demigod life. But when Apollo comes to find Percy at the beginning of The Hidden Oracle (in his mortal form), Percy calls the reader and Apollo tries to make amends with her.

Word count: 1129

Happy Birthday to this Sea Boi! A request long overdue, but a request done nonetheless. Feedback is welcome, hope you enjoy!

-Asnyox

Being a demigod is obviously a difficult life. Hard times come and go, and the stronger your parent the harder your own life. Fortunately, your father was only Apollo, god of music, the sun, plague and much more. He was well known -that’s for sure – but he was not, let’s say, the most important god. Children of Apollo had easier lives than children of Poseidon. Percy and you often compared your lives, and his was significantly harder. Two big quests before he was allowed to even drink – I mean that is something alright.

Yet, you could not deal with the demigod life. After your father had left, your mom had taken a turn for the worst. At a moment when she was not entirely in her right mind, she had sent you away to Camp Half-Blood. You did not blame her for doing so, because camp had taught you many things.

Camp had taught you early on how to survive. How to fight monsters, how to treat the sick and wounded. Camp taught you heartbreak when you lost yet another friend or sibling. Heartbreak when your next crush started dating someone else. However, camp taught you love, when Percy came to you and helped you. Percy had taught you what was holding you back, and that was camp.

Not many halfbloods are in a good relationship with their godly parent. Most are brought to camp, claimed and then left alone. Some get a favour every now and then, or a present or a quest. About a year and a half ago a whole lot of demigods tried to destroy the gods, fighting alongside Kronos. You were never tempted to join them, because they would bring harm to the only place you ever considered much of a home. However, in all of that, you never considered what you thought of your father, but you never liked him for sure. He had ruined your mother; he had ignored you when you needed him. Your father, the god of healing had broken you more than anything.

Percy helped you see this, and you officially distanced yourself from camp. After the first great war you went back to your mom, to help her heal. It was rough, but you would work it out. Then Percy disappeared and you searched and searched. Forgetting why you had removed yourself from the demigod life. You called to your dad to help you, to do anything, but he never replied.

The second war came and went, and it left you in pieces. People died, got injured and ignored. You would never – never ever- forgive your father. All your life you needed him to do anything, to show you a sign and all that time he had only claimed you. You weren’t worth his time, so he would never be worth yours.

Time went on, you moved on, back to your mom and back to a mortal life. The only demigod pieces you kept were your friends -although you didn’t refer to them as your siblings anymore- and your boyfriend Percy Jackson. He understood why you had left camp behind and showed sympathy. He never pressured you to come back, but he did warn you not to start a second demigod revolution, which brought a smile to your face.

‘You called?’ you said as you entered Percy’s home.

‘Yeah, (Y/n), uhm there is someone who wanted to speak with you.’ Percy said as he pressed a kiss on your cheek. A small smile graced his face as he closed the door behind you. You looked slightly up to him

‘And who might this be? A certain Perseus Jackson?’ you joked slyly as you put off your coat. You turned around to but the coat away and felt a pressure around your waist. Percy’s hair tickled your neck as he pressed a soft kiss on your shoulder.

‘You may not like it, I’m sorry’ Percy whispered into your ear. You turned around fast, looking into Percy’s eyes. A bit of pressure came on your stomach.

‘What do you mean?’ Percy stepped away, looking at Percy as your brows furrowed. 

‘Your dad. But let me explain-’ You pulled yourself out of his embrace, not believing this. Your heart picked up it’s pace. ‘Percy! You know I left that behind me!’ You exclaimed as you angrily gestured your hands. ‘I know, just, look.’ Percy dragged you into his living room. You looked out for you dad, however you just found some teen sitting there. ‘Is this a joke? Percy, this is not funny.’ You shot a look to your boyfriend. He wouldn’t joke about this would he? 

‘Hey, (Y/n), my daughter!’ the teen spoke up. The curly haired teen stood op from the couch and opened his arms as to give you a hug, or present himself. ‘What?’ You looked from the teen to Percy and Percy nodded. You shook your head. This couldn’t be Apollo, god of music? ‘I don’t believe this. Apollo?’ The teen nodded with a awkward smile on his face. ‘The one and only!’ His smile seemed to brighten ever so slightly.

‘Why did you want to talk to me?’ you asked him, still not entirely sure why he looked the way he looked. Not that you wanted to know, it is probably some godly business which you didn’t want to intervene with. 

‘I-uhm, well- yeah-’ Apollo started to stumble over his words. ‘Dude, just get it over with. I am sure (Y/n) doesn’t have all day.’ Percy said from behind you. He was still standing in the door opening, perhaps to prevent you from leaving as soon as you saw your dad. Perhaps to give your dad and you some kind of privacy without actually leaving you alone. 

‘Geez, this is hard. Normally I wouldn’t have to do this.’ Percy shot Apollo a glare and Apollo visibly stiffened. ‘Okay, okay.’ Apollo paused and fumbled with his hands. He whispered something under his breath -a prayer?- and looked you in the eye.

‘(Y/n), I am sorry for neglecting you, and your mom. I am sorry for all this time. Please, forgive me.’ Apollo confidences faltered at the ending of his sentence. You just stared at him. ‘No. I will not forgive you, not like that.’ you said sternly. What was he thinking? That just saying sorry would better everything? Apollo genuinely looked surprised with your answer. ‘But- I-’ ‘No. Apollo, you’ve treated me like nothing all my life. Saying sorry is not going to fix that. Sure it is a beginning, but it won’t change anything. Try again after you’ve earned it.’ You turned around, kissed Percy on his cheek and left. 

Apollo just got one more quest to fulfill.