#Potentially a writing prompt

[serenhob]

Jttw Percy Jackson Au

(Jttw is fair use, this is possible) Btw this is me thinking of things as I go along So I was thinking, Hazel had been previously dead for ages so wouldn't it be nice if Frank and her (potentially others, like maybe Leo or someone) took a gap year to travel and show Hazel everything she's missed, in a calm no stakes environment. So they go touring round the states and eventually come to like, idk, Toronto or smth and suddenly are beset by monsters who come to kidnap one of them, idk who but one of the members of this roadtrip. And lo and behold when they go to rescue them who is also trying to save someone, Sun Wukong Now why would Sun Wukomg have trouble saving Tripitaka Here's what we know about him Sun Wukong: -Mischievous -Secretly very wise -Op -Except in water -also that one time that guy had an artifact that kept eating his hair monkeys

So reasonably speaking, they could totally be underwater demons stealing tripitaka to eat him (idk how he would be coping with that, water can't kill immortals right? Probs) So maybe Percy is the one getting kidnapped, which could be interesting as he always tries to be the one to save everyone else and i don't think, correct me if I'm wrong, he's ever been in the damsel position. So obviously, he can breathe underwater so he'd be fine. The underwater demons would need a motivation but isn't 'its the guy who killed Kronos and defeated Gaia' enough, probably not but we can work that out later. It could also be really interesting seeing Percy, who would probably want to escape by himself and be self sufficient, with Tripitaka who normally just hangs put waiting for monkey to save him.

Why is Tripitaka even there and getting kidnapped in the first place: Well I'm imaging he's immortal and he decides that him and Wukong could go down to the mortal realm to do...something idk maybe it could be related to someone or something in the percy jackson verse. Anyway, so they haven't been there in centuries so miss the mark, aiming for China but getting really lost and ending up in the middle of Missori (honestly I haven't got a clue about the states, I'm not American) so their off to complete the mission even tho modern 'China ' is really strange and different. And boom Tripitaka gets kidnapped. Cause of a combination of eating the golden cicada and whatever he was doing. So they all have to struggle with the water without Percy and come up with action plan to save him + slowly uncover what the demons are up to. We can have alternating chapters, with Sun Wukong and the Road trip buddies and then Percy in the water cave.

Maybe they want to sacrifice them or smth. Idk Please add to this if you want, or correct me on anything I got wrong :)

[mischievous-thunder]

What truly got Johnny killed is his relentless flirting with Wade's Angel Baby

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Glass Coffin

Weirder shit has happened in DC universe, but hear me out, Young Justice finds a glass coffin with Danny sleeping inside it. Maybe it's in some ancient tomb and hidden away for centuries, maybe it's in some villain's private collection of artifacts, maybe it's in some museum in plain sight.

And then Kon hears a heartbeat from it.

(I'm going with the version of YJ that is Kon, Tim, Cassie, and Bart here, fyi)

Assuming they didn't come to wherever they found the coffin just for the sake of it, they, as the responsible teenagers they are, finish their business first and take it to Mount Justice later to figure out what the fuck. Meanwhile, Danny is sleeping peacefully like a princess, all up in his King garb, with the Crown of stars, cape of night sky, and whatever else pretty stuff you want him to have. Point is, he looks majestic.

Tim looks up the records for the coffin. The files say it's hundreds of years old, and no one has been able to open it yet. The boy inside is stated to be either a statue or some kind of really well-preserved corpse - no amount of scanning registered any signs of life, so it was treated like a piece of art for the most part.

Yet, Con is absolutely positive he heard a heartbeat inside. What's more, he can still hear it now. It's impossibly slow but still recognizable.

Cassie finds a whole lot of legends about it, most of them speaking of 'only those from the other side can open the casket', and there are no clarifications to what kind of other side they are all talking about.

Of course, they all try. Because this is some kind of Snow White or Sleeping Beauty shit, and besides, none of them even think they would be able to open it anyway. And, sure, as soon as they are done having fun with it, they will report to the JL about their finding. Maybe the magic users will know something about the weird Sleeping Prince. They even go as far as to reason with the casket, loudly proclaiming where they are from, because they all come from very different 'sides'.

Bart goes first, explaining how he is from the future. The casket doesn't budge. Cassie goes next, stating herself as Themyskirian, but to no avail. Kon is next, with his half-Kryptonian heritage, but the glass coffin doesn't accept him as worthy either.

And then it's Tim's turn. And somehow, he flips the glass lid open with no effort at all.

A moment of silence follows, all the YJ members frozen in place, waiting for anything to happen, but the boy inside keeps just laying there, unmoving and with his eyes closed. Then Cassie makes a joke about kissing the princess to wake her up, and all of them start arguing on ethics and stuff because why is Robin the one that has to do the kissing, do you have any idea where that boy has been? Fuck off, you kiss him if you want it, and also, do you really want him to wake up, what if he is some kind of villain or an evil spirit, or-

"Which one of you assholes is dead enough to wake me up from my nap?"

And that's as far as I got with this idea. Maybe Danny was put into some magic sleep, maybe it was Clockwork's time shenanigans, maybe someone locked him inside and he decided to sleep it off, maybe he is there on his own volition, taking a vacation from Kingly duties.

I'm just having this vision of eternally beautiful Danny in a glass (oh, maybe it's not glass, maybe it's ice) coffin, and the YJ arguing over it. There's also Dead Tired potential here, because I love them, yes.

[noxcheshire]

I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.

[suspensefulpen]

Darling is such a powerful word to me

Imo you use that word for someone you are truly, deeply in love with. This person is your world, your everything, you can’t live without them.

On the other hand, you use that word for someone you’re extremely possessive of. You call someone that and they’re yours for all of eternity, whether they like it or not. No one else can have them because they’re yours if they know or not is completely irrelevant.

Now, imagine Whumpee being called that by both Caretaker and Whumper…

[batfamficprompts]

Prompt #88

Jason never told anyone, but after he came back from the dead, and his dip in the Pit, he has been able to see ghost.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #85

When the Justice League hears about a new branch of government that believes ghosts are not sapient or sentient they of course decide that they want to evaluate this themselves so they go to Amity Park. Unfortunately ghosts can’t speak normally to humans it sounds like a fork in a garbage disposal to a human.

Danny’s friends weren’t around for the accident as they both had family emergencies at the time. No one knows and more troubling for him is the Justice league keeps stepping on his territory with different sets of hero’s trying to talk to him, he doesn’t because he knows they won’t be able to understand him. That changes when they start sending bats and a one Red Hood can understand him.

[justaz]

arthur (prince of camelot) still has to study under a tutor bc yknow uther wants him to be very intelligent before becoming king or something bc its super important idk idc anyways merlin is doing chores in his chambers while arthur is squinting at a book and merlin eventually caves and asks him what he’s reading and arthur gruffly explains that its a collection of stories from greece that make absolutely no sense so merlin asks him to read them outloud to him. arthur of course teases him and calls him an idiot and asks how he could possibly help but does as he’s asked and reads the stories to merlin as he does his chores. merlin (being crushed under the weight of destiny and tormented by the prophecies that kilgharrah spews) understands the stories almost immediately and gets all excited and starts rambling about them with arthur. arthur is glad to have someone who understands so he can give something that reflects a hint of understanding to his tutor who accepts it and moves onto the next unit of education.

the thing is, arthur finds more stories in camelot’s library and brings them up to his room to read them aloud to merlin under the guise of completing his studies but really he just wants to watch as merlin’s eyes gleam when he understands whats happening and listen to him ramble on and on about them bc he’s gay. the stories stick with merlin though and he realizes that they’re cautionary tales, that the heroes who were told too much of their future doomed themself to fulfill them - that them fighting the prophecies led to their completion. merlin takes it to heart and gives a big “fuck you” to kilgharrah before forging his own fate and helping morgana with her magic and handing out an olive branch to mordred and now everyone can live happily and peacefully in an albion teeming with magic.

[joaniejustwokeup]

DPxDC Prompt:

The next blow sent the human tumbling into the wall. It wheezed and spat up a gob of blood, pulling itself up on trembling arms and legs.

Pathetic.

“So this is the mortal who captured our young king’s attention. The so-called warrior who he trusted with the sacred duty of guarding his core.”

A shadowed hand pinned it to the wall and it uselessly pawed at the blade-like claws pressed against its fragile throat.

“How a weakling like you seduced High King Phantom, I’ll never know.”

The human squeezed its eyes shut. I’m sorry Danny, it mouthed with cracked and bleeding lips.

The impudence.

Slammed into the ruined bricks once more, the human let out a breathless cry.

“You dare address him like that. You dare to call upon his living name!” Dagger sharp teeth dripped shadowy ectoplasm inches from the mortal’s flesh.

“I’m doing him a favor, disposing of you.”

There was silence.

Then.

The human looked up with glowing green eyes.

A wave of unearthly force erupted from its body.

A dual layered voice echoed out from its miserable throat.

“Oh you just made a BIG mistake.”

[marlynnofmany]

I was reading about how big and apocalyptic hailstones can be, as you do (we only get the tiny ones where I live), and I can't help thinking it seems like such a fantasyland concept. Lumps of ice big enough to kill you just fall from the sky sometimes? Usually a lot at once? Clearly you've pissed off something supernatural, and you'd better figure out what.

(Alternately, you might cast your own spell that makes the hailstones splash into water on contact, or flowers, or who knows what else. Repopulate The Frog Population With This One Simple Trick Mistake. Whoops, that was the wrong spell. No one will notice, right?)

[deadsetobsessions]

Writing prompt: Danny Phantom and [Choice of Hero/Vigilante/Anti Hero/Villain/Goon/Team Rocket] gets yoinked into a horror movie. Chaos ensues.

Bonus points if:

Danny Phantom: “lol you think you’re scarier than evil me or the crushing weight of failure? my older sister is scarier than you on a good day.”

[Chosen Character]: *is visibly concerned/amused*

[occasionally-good-ideas]

A friend has given me an AMAZING IDEA. Hear me out.

Danny fenton. In the Pokémon world. Going around meeting ghost type Pokémon.

IT WOULD BE AWESOME

Especially if he’s world hopping and is NOT used to pokémon

“OoOo this house is SUPER Haunted!”

(Finds what’s doing the haunting)

“…… that’s just a weird cat. Not even a ghost cat- it’s just weird”

I feel like all the ghost types would follow him around, he doesn’t have pokéballs or anything they just like him.

His Pokémon just dragging him around to do Trainer things and Danny just having no clue what going on like-

Some random kid challenges Danny to a Pokémon battle

Danny has no idea what that means but definitely does NOT want to beat some toddler into the ground and is trying to find a way out of this “Pokémon battle”

His Pokémon on the other hand will NOT stand for this DISRESPECT and promptly ignore Danny’s attempts to leave in order to DESTROY THIS CHILDS DREAMS

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC Nobody Expects the Ghost Mafia

All things considered, Gotham has surprisingly few ghosts. It has its fair share, without a doubt, but for the sheer amount of violent deaths and curses hanging about the place there should be MORE. Now, that begs the question, why are there comparatively so few ghosts?

The ghosts of Gotham are Gothamites through and through. They’re tough, angry, unpleasant, and almost certainly were involved in organized crime. On top of that Gotham ghosts are highly territorial. They aren’t a fan of outsiders. and even within Gotham groups of ghosts have established their own territories. In other words?

Ghost Mafia

That’s right, Gotham has an oddly low level of spirits because anyone with any sense noped right out of there and decided to enjoy their afterlife somewhere else. Any outsider ghost that wanted to muscle in has quickly been pushed right back out by the various gangs of ghosts.

So Danny moved there.

Danny fully expected to get his ass beat, but somehow he managed to get a meeting with representatives of almost all the ghost gangs in Gotham. It took some convincing, but after a while most of the ghosts came to an agreement to let Danny stay. Just as long as he followed some simple rules, they wouldn’t show him why you don’t mess with the ghost mafia. The one group that didn’t agree? Well, the Arkham ghosts wouldn’t be too much of a problem as long as he could avoid the place

or

Danny moves to Gotham and makes a deal with the various gangs of ghosts. Now he just has to avoid crossing them, avoid the Arkham ghosts entirely, and try not to get dragged into anything by the Bats that seem to be crawling around him. Should be easy. NOT.

On the plus side the one time Vlad came to bother him he got jumped almost immediately

[jadeaphire]

Potential Sonadow Halloween Prompt!

(Or just Sonic, doesn’t have to be exclusively sonadow)

Not sure if anyone has done this, but yall ever seen those fun Halloween movies or show specials where the characters are cursed to become whatever they’re dressed up as, and then they have to figure out how to break the curse before the sun rises or before midnight, or they’re stuck as that forever? Picture that kind of thing but with the Sonic crew!

While it could be any costume, obviously the ones I have in mind are Sonic as werehog and Shadow as a vampire. Because who doesn’t love a good vampire and werehog 😌

And if you wanna make things *really* interesting… Sonic and Shadow sacrifice their chance to lose the curse to save everyone else from their curses. This leads to them having to figure out their new lives of being a permanent vampire and werehog (or whatever you want them to be) together :)

[holidayinhell]

CWs: pet whump, public humiliation, urination, noncon nudity

Not now. 

Not right fucking now, Jesus Christ, his body couldn’t have chosen a worse time. Whumpee’s face was burning with shame, the frigid night air doing nothing to cool his embarrassment.

The biting cold had him urgently needing to pee. He’d have to go soon, his bladder was practically bursting from holding it in so long.

“What’s that weird face you’re making?”

Whumpee didn’t want to respond. He knew that his predicament would delight his so-called ‘Master’.

Whumpee’s pride urged him to wait-- to hold it for as long as he possibly could-- but it was well past that point. Holding it in wasn’t an option anymore.

“I… drank a lot of water.” Whumpee hung his head, mumbling into the dew-coated grass under his hands and knees. “Please, just let me go to the bathroom.”

A cruel smile spread across Whumper’s face.

“So go.”

“No. Not here.”

“Where else would you go? Do it.” He whipped Whumpee’s leash up and down. “Pissssss.” he urged devilishly.

Whumpee's eyebrows knit together in a desperate expression. What the hell else could he do? He began sliding his mud-coated knees out from under him, attempting to stand up to relieve himself…

Whumper kicked his bare ass, bringing the action to a halt.

“Not like that. Piss like a dog, you fucking mutt.” 

Whumpee couldn’t fucking hold it any longer. 

“Leg up.” Whumper grabbed Whumpee’s ankle and hoisted it into the air, sending Whumpee’s face to the ground. His genitals fell forward uselessly, bouncing over his stomach. Every last inch of his body was on full display, all for the sadistic satisfaction of his Master. The man would stop at nothing to humiliate Whumpee to the fullest extent, and nothing gave him more pleasure. 

Dew speckled Whumpee’s burning cheeks. Face-down in the grass with his leg lifted high, he started pissing. Once the floodgates opened, he was powerless to stem the tide of relief.

He forced his eyes closed as the stream of warmth trickled out of him onto the cold grass. Whumpee's shame burned so intensely that he hardly noticed the cold night air. 

Once his bladder was finally empty, a fleeting wave of relief washed over Whumpee. For one sacred second, nothing mattered. His life didn’t matter, his pride didn’t matter, nothing mattered anymore. In that moment, all he felt was relief.

“Goooood fuckin’ boy, Whumpee.”

Behind the phone screen, Whumper’s sadistic eyes shone with glee.

Whumpee hadn’t noticed Whumper recording the whole thing.

[jankwritten]

Jasico Bingo Challenge: Cuddles

“I wouldn’t call that cuddling,” Nico says, arms crossed defensively over his chest. “I would call it sitting near one another.” 

Across the infirmary, awaiting medical attention from the busy Apollo kids, Annabeth rolls her eyes. “He had his arm around you.” 

“You put your arm around me all the time,” Nico rebuts. 

“You were leaning on him!” 

“I was tired!” 

Annabeth slumps sideways in her cot and stares at him, unimpressed. 

Nico refuses to budge. Cuddling is not resting your head on someone when they offer to let you nap on them! Cuddling is, like, prolonged, sideways hugging, or something. He and Jason do not cuddle, and even if they did (which they do not!) they wouldn’t do it at the campfire, for Hera’s sake. 

“Fine,” Annabeth concedes without averting her intimidating gaze. “What about when you two took a nap under Thalia’s Pine? That was definitely cuddling.” 

Heat rises up to Nico’s ears. He turns around to face the countertop, littered with empty bandaid packaging and unportioned nectar. “It was not, and you’re weird for remembering that.” 

“You’re weird for refusing to admit you like cuddling with Jason,” Annabeth says. She’s long since perfected that I’m right, you’re wrong, shut up tone, the one that makes Nico bristle. 

“How does that make me weird?” he grumbles, slicing even squares into the pan of nectar. “I spent the last, like, four years of my life doing everything I could to avoid human contact. How is it weird that I wouldn’t want to admit to something like that.” 

For a few moments, Nico almost mistakes Annabeth’s silence for a victory. He finishes with the nectar and turns back around, ready to gloat and everything, and is instead met with the worst possible thing: Annabeth Chase wearing her planning face. 

“No,” he says immediately, putting a hand out, as if he can physically ward off whatever bullshit he’s about to get dragged into. “No.” 

“I think we need an outside opinion.” 

“I think you’re concussed, do not go spreading my personal business to camp!” 

“Not camp,” Annabeth flaps her hand at him, and does not refute the concussed accusation. “But definitely some trusted individuals, who have insight into your cuddling habits.” 

“I’m not above getting on my knees and begging you to drop this,” Nico says. He’s fully serious. He will do it. Anything to stop this from going any further, anything. 

Annabeth glances him up and down, like she’s sizing up how serious he might be. 

He clasps his hands together. 

She flops back in the cot. “Nope. I’m too invested now. I think I’ll ask Hazel, first-” 

“Dude-” 

“-and then Connor, he knew you when you were a baby, he’ll have some good insight.” 

Nico buries his face in his hands and groans. 

Annabeth Chase gets her concussion treated, then turns around and runs back to her cabin to draft an honest to the gods survey to hand out to what she deems as a trusted, reputable group. 

Any group with Connor Stoll and Percy Jackson in it is anything but reputable, in Nico’s mind. As soon as he hears that Annabeth’s really gone off the freaking deep end about this, he finds the darkest corner of camp and hunkers down to hide. 

The best thing to do when Annabeth’s got an idea? Weather it. She’ll either find her own solution, or she’ll lose interest. Nico hopes, for his reputation's sake, she doesn’t get any further than the distribution. 

Upside to this shitshow: Nico has time to clean his cabin, finally. A valid reason to tell Will that he genuinely cannot come do archery practice today, a valid reason to kick any and everyone off his porch, lock his doors, and play CDs on his radio as loud as he can tolerate. 

It is, unfortunately, one of his most productive days as of late, and as Nico lays on his newly-swept floor, sweaty but satisfied, he almost forgets the whole situation occurring at the hands of one stubborn daughter of Athena. 

Almost. 

“Nico?” 

Three knocks on the cabin door. 

“I can hear your music, I know you’re in there. If you want me to go away, that’s totally fine, I just- y’know, want to make sure you’re okay. I’ll leave you alone in a minute.” 

Nico rolls over, squishing his face into the hardwood for one deeply satisfying moment. Then, with all the reluctance of a man who is going to face embarrassment head on, he pulls himself up and trudges to the door. 

Jason, at the very least, has the decency to look worried rather than amused. He’s got his hands in the pockets of his shorts, his head tilted off to the side, his glasses off-center like they always are. He’s frowning, kind of. He looks like Mrs. O’Leary when Nico tricks her into thinking he’s got a treat for her. 

“I’m alive,” he says, as dry as he can manage. The CD skips. 

“That’s good,” Jason says. “I, uh, hear Annabeth’s keeping herself occupied.” 

Nico’s temple pulses with something not-quite-achey, but nearly there. 

“Just- come in,” he huffs, stepping aside. Dammit. “If anyone’s going to explain it, I would really rather rip the stupid bandaid off.” 

“Laughing at me feels kind of insulting, going to be honest,” Nico mutters while Jason hunches over himself, cradling his stomach, downright howling. 

“She’s- She’s up in arms- about cuddling!?” 

“I don’t know! I don’t know, Percy’s stupid bullshit is rubbing off on her and she’s losing braincells, Jason, she’s losing her mind. We need to find something new for her to build so she stops trying to instigate shit in my private life!” 

Jason slumps sideways onto the floor, half-laughing, half-panting. His leg presses solidly to Nico’s like this, sitting side by side against his bed. 

Nico turns his head up and away and forces himself not to notice. 

“She just cares about you,” Jason says. He stays down. Nico can practically feel how hard Jason’s heart is pumping from all that laughter. 

Jerk. 

“She cares about drama,” Nico says, though he knows it’s not totally true. Piper has gotten her more involved in the social life of camp, which is a good thing, really. Nico thinks it’s really cool that Annabeth has been able to come out of her own shell, after spending her whole life trying to prove herself, trying to be above everything, better than, the best. 

But does she have to do it at his expense? 

He rubs his hands over his face and sighs. 

Jason sits back up. 

“Are you really that upset about this?” he asks, his voice softened into a tone Nico got used to hearing in the days post-Cupid, the tone of a hero. “I know it’s still hard for you, to be comfortable and everything-” 

“I’m not upset about it,” Nico says. Admitting it makes his cheeks flush, but it’s the truth, and Jason has more than earned that with him. “I’m just…embarrassed.” 

“Awe, why’s it embarrassing? I mean, I get from your perspective, y’know, why you might find that embarrassing, but even if taking naps and stuff is cuddling, it’s not like it’s hurting anything,” Jason says. Then, softer, maybe hesitant, he adds, “right?” 

Nico’s heart tugs annoyingly into his ribs. “It’s not hurting anything, Jason, I’m not…I don’t know. I just feel a lot of things, I guess? And it’s a lot of, like, I-I don’t know how to react, when people poke fun at something I’m still- still getting comfortable with. I like being comfortable with you.” He pokes at the rips in his jeans and continues to ignore how much of Jason is pressed up against his side, how natural it feels to just sit with him like this. 

“I like that you like being comfortable with me,” Jason says, his own version of teasing, though one that Nico knows and understands and likes. He knows that Jason’s reassuring him by prodding at him like that. 

The next track on his CD starts to play—Jason turned the volume down, but didn’t shut it all the way off. They’re both too awkward in pure silence, but sitting together when there’s other background noise that means they don’t necessarily have to talk has become a staple of their hang-outs. There’ve been many an afternoon where Nico sets up on the floor of the Zeus cabin with his new, growing Mythomagic collection, while Jason sketches out temples at his desk. 

They’re so comfortable around one another, nowadays. 

Nico brings his knees up and nestles his chin on them, frowning at the opposite wall. 

Are they maybe too comfortable? If other people are starting to look at them interacting and put weird labels like cuddling on it? Isn’t cuddling something people who like each other do, anyway? Friends don’t cuddle. 

Nico feels his ears burn hot at the implication. Is that what Annabeth was trying to say? Does she think Nico likes Jason? 

He brings his arms up to cover his mouth. He chews on his lip. 

…does, Nico like Jason? 

 (to be continued)