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Hi my name is Nico Dark'ness Dementia Raven Di Angelo and I have long ebony black hair (that's how I got my name) and dark eyes like broken glass and a lot of people tell me I look like Gerard Way (AN: if u don't know who he is get da hades out of here!). I have pale olive skin. I'm also a demigod, and I go to a magic summer camp called Camp Half-Blood in North America where I have two camp beads (I'm fifteen). I'm a goth/emo/punk (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly black. I love Hot Topic and I steal all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a brown aviator jacket, black skinny jeans, a silver skull ring, and black combat boots. I was wearing a custom black camp t-shirt with a skeletal pegasus on it. I was walking outside Camp Half-Blood. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of demigods in orange t-shirts stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
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All of the Seven were in support of saving Nico in Mark of Athena
I have absolutely no idea where the misconception came from that no one on board of the Argo II, except for Hazel, wanted to save, or cared for Nico, but it's starting to really annoy me. So, hereâs a little summary of every member of the sevenâs and Coach Hedgeâs thoughts, feelings and actions when it came to Nico, backed up by exempts from the book
 (Safe for Hazel, because⌠itâs Hazel. Thankfully, thereâs no misconception surrounding her, regarding this subject.)
Coach Hedge:
He Immediately agreed to rescue him when the topic came up
 âThe giants are trying to lure us,â Annabeth said. âTheyâre assuming weâll try to rescue him.â âWell, theyâre right!â Hazel looked around the table, her confidence apparently crumbling. âWonât we?â âYes!â Coach Hedge yelled with a mouthful of napkins. âItâll involve fighting, right?â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)
Frank:
He Immediately agreed to rescue him when the topic came up
âHazel, of course weâll help him,â Frank said. âBut how long do we have before⌠uh, I mean, how long can Nico hold out?â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)
He got angry when Leo and Jason suggested that Nico might not be trustworthy
Jason sat forward, his expression grim. âYouâre wondering if we can trust the guy. So am I.â Hazel shot to her feet. âI donât believe this. Heâs my brother. He brought me back from the Underworld, and you donât want to help him?â Frank put his hand on her shoulder. âNobodyâs saying that.â He glared at Leo. âNobody had better be saying that.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)
Annabeth:
She reacted with anger and sadness when the topic of Nicoâs predicament came up
She shook her head sadly when he described Nicoâs imprisonment in the bronze jar. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 13)
âOne seed a day,â Hazel said miserably. âThatâs if he puts himself in a death trance.â âA death trance?â Annabeth scowled. âThat doesnât sound fun.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)
Hazel also seemed preoccupied. Maybe she was taking in their surroundings, or maybe she was worrying about her brother. In less than four days, unless they found him and freed him, Nico would be dead. Annabeth felt that deadline weighing on her, too. Â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 18)
She was in support of rescuing him:
âFine,â Annabeth muttered. âHazel, now that weâre in Rome, do you think you can pinpoint Nicoâs location?â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 31)
Percy:
He immediately agreed to rescue him in Son of Neptune:
Not the part about Sammy â that was still too painful to say out loud â but she told them about Gaiaâs offer of a fake life, and the goddessâs claim that sheâd captured her brother, Nico. Hazel didnât want to keep that to herself. She was afraid the despair would overwhelm her. Percy rubbed his shoulders. His lips were blue. âYou â you saved me, Hazel. Weâll figure out what happened to Nico, I promise.â (Son of Neptune, Chapter 41)
I think my dad is turning a blind eye. I think â I think he wants me to find Nico.â âWeâll find your brother,â Percy promised. âAs soon as the ship gets here, weâll sail for Rome.â (Son of Neptune, Chapter 52)
He never once considered the possibility of not saving Nico in Mark of Athena
âHe disappeared.â Hazel moistened her lips. âIâm afraidâŚIâm not sure, but I think somethingâs happened to him.â âWeâll look for him,â Percy promised. âWe have to find the Doors of Death anyway.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 3)
Huddled next to it was a dejected looking boy in tattered jeans, a black shirt, and an old aviator jacket. On his right hand, a silver skull ring glittered. âNico,â Percy called. But the son of Hades couldnât hear him. The container was completely sealed. The air was turning poisonous. Nicoâs eyes were closed, his breathing shallow. He appeared to be meditating. His face was pale, and thinner than Percy remembered (âŚ) âNico,â Percy said, âwhere is this place? Weâll save you.âŚâ (Mark of Athena, Chapter 13)
âNico is the bait,â she murmured. âGaeaâs forces must have captured him somehow. But we donât know exactly where theyâre holding him.â âSomewhere in Rome,â Percy said. âSomewhere underground. They made it sound like Nico still had a few days to live, but I donât see how he could hold out so long with no oxygen.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 13)
But most of the time, Nico sided with the good guys. He certainly didnât deserve slow suffocation in a bronze jar, and Percy couldnât stand seeing Hazel in pain. âWeâll rescue him,â he promised her. âWe have to. The prophecy says he holds the key to endless death.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)
About a hundred yards away, he spotted a raised dais with two empty oversized praetor chairs. Standing between them was a bronze jar big enough to hold a person. âLook.â He pointed it out to his friends. Piper frowned. âThatâs too easy.â âOf course,â Percy said. âBut we have no choice,â Jason said. âWeâve got to save Nico.â âYeah.â Percy started across the room, picking his way around conveyor belts and moving platforms. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)
He informed Hazel and the rest of the seven of Nicoâs predicament the very morning after he found out
But how can Nico survive that long? We should talk to Hazel.â âNow?â She hesitated. âNo. It can wait until morning. I donât want to hit her with this news in the middle of the night.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 13)
He told them about his dreamâthe twin giants planning a reception for them in an underground parking lot with rocket launchers; Nico di Angelo trapped in a bronze jar, slowly dying from asphyxiation with pomegranate seeds at his feet. Hazel choked back a sob. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)
He insisted on saving Nico immediately, once he met up with Jason and Piper in Rome
Percy pointed at Piperâs dagger. âTiberinus said you could find Nicoâs locationâŚyou know, with that.â Piper bit her lip. The last thing she wanted to do was check Katoptris for more terrifying images. âIâve tried,â she said. âThe dagger doesnât always show what I want to see. In fact, it hardly ever does.â âPlease,â Percy said. âTry again.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)
Piper dropped the blade. âWhatâs wrong?â Jason asked. âIt was showing us something.â Piper felt like the boat was back on the ocean, rocking under her feet. âWe canât go there.â Percy frowned. âPiper, Nico is dying. Weâve got to find him. Not to mention, Rome is about to get destroyed.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)
âWe should wait for the others,â she said. âHazel, Frank, and Leo should be back soon.â âWe canât wait,â Percy insisted. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)
He felt anxious when thinking about Nico and the possibility of him dying
The vision zoomed in again. Inside the jar, Nico di Angelo was curled in a ball, no longer moving, all the pomegranate seeds eaten. âWeâre too late,â Jason said. âNo,â Percy said. âNo, I canât believe that. Maybe heâs gone into a deeper trance to buy time. We have to hurry.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)
Otis trudged over to the dais, stopping occasionally to do a pliĂŠ. He knocked over the jar, the lid popped off, and Nico di Angelo spilled out. The sight of his deathly pale face and too-skinny frame made Percyâs heart stop. Percy couldnât tell whether he was alive or dead. He wanted to rush over and check, but Ephialtes stood in his way. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)
At Otisâs feet, Nico shuddered. Percy felt like a hellhound hamster wheel somewhere in his chest had started moving again. At least Nico was alive. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)
He called Nico a friend
Jason and Piper closed ranks on either side of Percy (âŚ)âWeâre here,â Percy said, which sounded kind of obvious once he had said it. âLet our friend go.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)
âOkay.â Percy decided not to comment on the Hawaiian shirt. âNow, about our friendâŚâ âOh, him,â Ephialtes sneered. âWe were going to let him finish dying in public, but he has no entertainment value. Heâs spent days curled up sleeping. What sort of spectacle is that? Otis, tip over the jar.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)
He was careful to make sure Nico would not get injured while he, Jason and Piper fought the giants:
Percy was ready to slice this giant in half and get out of there, but Otis was standing over Nico. If a battle started, Nico was in no condition to defend himself. Percy needed to buy him some recovery time. Â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)
Percy glanced over at Nico, who was just starting to move. Percy wanted him to be at least conscious enough to crawl out of the way when the fighting started. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)
Piper:
She immediately agreed to rescue him (Thereâs a pattern here)
âAnd he has five seeds left,â Percy said. âThatâs five days, including today. The giants must have planned it that way, so weâd have to arrive by July first. Assuming Nico is hidden somewhere in Romeââ âThatâs not much time,â Piper summed up. She put her hand on Hazelâs shoulder. âWeâll find him. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)
âWeâll rescue him,â he promised her. âWe have to. The prophecy says he holds the key to endless death.â âThatâs right,â Piper said encouragingly. âHazel, your brother went searching for the Doors of Death in the Underworld, right? He mustâve found them.â Â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)
She felt anxious when she thought about Nicoâs predicament
Piper tried to imagine what Nico di Angelo was feeling, stuck in a jar with only two pomegranate seeds left to sustain him, and no idea whether he would be rescued. It made Piper anxious to reach Rome, even though she had a horrible feeling she was sailing toward her own sort of prisonâa dark room filled with water. âNico must have information about the Doors of Death,â Piper said. âWeâll save him, Hazel. We can make it in time. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 25)
Piper slipped it back into its sheath, trying to keep her hands from shaking. She hoped that Percy was right, and Nico was still alive. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 41)
She protected Nico, once he had escaped from the bronze jar:
Nico stirred. Otis looked down at him. His snaky feet flicked their tongues at Nicoâs head. âPlus!â Piper said quickly. âPlus, we could do some dance moves as weâre escaping. Perhaps a ballet number!â Otis forgot all about Nico. He lumbered over and wagged his finger at Ephialtes. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)
He caught a brief glimpse of Piper leaping across a hopscotch pattern of fiery pits, making her way toward Nico, who was dazed and weaponless and being stalked by a pair of leopards. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 46)
At the dais, Piper stood guard over Nico as the leopards advanced. She aimed her cornucopia and shot a pot roast over the catsâ heads. It must have smelled pretty good, because the leopards raced after it. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 46)
Across the room, sandbags rained down around Piper and Nico. Piper tried to pull Nico to safety, but one of the bags caught her shoulder and knocked her down. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 46)
Jason & Leo
Iâm going to sum Jason and Leo up together, because their perspective is very similar on this subject. Â
Now, obviously, both of them had some doubts at the beginning:
UhâŚâ Leo shifted in his chair. âOne thing. The giants are expecting us to do this, right? So weâre walking into a trap?â Hazel looked at Leo like heâd made a rude gesture. âWe have no choice!â âDonât get me wrong, Hazel. Itâs just that your brother, Nico⌠he knew about both camps, right?â âWell, yes,â Hazel said âHeâs been going back and forth,â Leo said, âand he didnât tell either side.â Jason sat forward, his expression grim. âYouâre wondering if we can trust the guy. So am I.â Hazel shot to her feet. âI donât believe this. Heâs my brother. He brought me back from the Underworld, and you donât want to help him?â Frank put his hand on her shoulder. âNobodyâs saying that.â He glared at Leo. âNobody had better be saying that.â Leo blinked. âLook, guys. All I mean isââ âHazel,â Jason said. âLeo is raising a fair point. I remember Nico from Camp Jupiter. Now I find out he also visited Camp Half-Blood. That does strike me as⌠well, a little shady. Do we really know where his loyalties lie? We just have to be careful.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 14)
If I am being honest, this is actually a completely valid point. The way that both of them phrased it was pretty harsh, especially considering the fact that Hazel was sitting right next to them, but the point in of itself, is not preposterous.
Leo had never even met Nico, and Jason had only seen him a couple of times in Camp Jupiter, before this quest. Finding out that a demigod, neither of them really knew, had known about both camps long before any other half-blood did, and is now being used as part of a trap is suspicious (even if none of that is Nicoâs fault).
But ignoring that, this hesitance to saving Nico, only lasted for like one or two chapters. After this conversation, both Leo and Jason were completely in support of saving Nico throughout the entire rest of Mark of Athena:
Instead, we could send out a decoy to trick the eagles. We take the ship on a detour, go the long way to Charleston, and get there tomorrow morningââ Hazel started to protest, but Leo raised his hand. âI know, I know. Nicoâs in trouble and we have to hurry.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 17)
Hazel glanced at the evening sun, which was almost to the horizon. âWe need to go fast. Weâve burned another day, and Nico only has three more left.â âWe can do it,â Leo promised. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 21)
âSheâs right,â Hazel said. âAfter today, Nico has less than two days. The fish-centaurs said we have to rescue him. Heâs essential to the quest somehow.â She looked around defensively, as if waiting for someone to argue. No one did. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 25)
Jason suddenly looked as though his brownie with peach preserves didnât taste so good. âWhich will put us in Rome on the last possible day for Nico. Twenty-four hours to find himâat most.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 25)
âGood idea,â Percy said. âHow about we plan to meet back here at⌠what?â âThree this afternoon?â Jason suggested. âThatâs probably the latest we could rendezvous and still hope to fight the giants and save Nico. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 31)
About a hundred yards away, he spotted a raised dais with two empty oversized praetor chairs. Standing between them was a bronze jar big enough to hold a person. âLook.â He pointed it out to his friends. Piper frowned. âThatâs too easy.â âOf course,â Percy said. âBut we have no choice,â Jason said. âWeâve got to save Nico.â (Mark of Athena, Chapter 45)
Leo was even prepared to open Nemesisâ fortune cookie to find out where Nico was being kept:
The fortune cookie in his tool belt started to feel heavier. Last night, as they flew from Atlanta, Leo had lain in his cabin and thought about how angry heâd made Hazel. He had thought about ways he could make it right. Soon you will face a problem you cannot solve, Nemesis had said, though I could help youâŚfor a price. Leo had taken the fortune cookie out of his tool belt and turned it in his fingers, wondering what price he would have to pay if he broke it open. Maybe now was the moment. âIâd be willing,â he told Hazel. âI could use the fortune cookie to find your brother.â Hazel looked stunned. (Mark of Athena, Chapter 21)
#heroes of olympus#pjo hoo#rick riordan#the seven pjo#percy jackson#annabeth chase#frank zhang#coach hedge#piper mclean#jason grace#leo valdez#nico di angelo#mark of athena
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So. Nico Di Angelo HCs :>
ANSBDJDJJ GLADLY!!
be prepared for so much projection
ok so:
⢠nico is trans, and came out to bianca during the lotus casino. she helped him cut his hair afterwards
⢠he is also autistic and had a special interest in mythomagic for a long time
⢠part of why hes not great at interacting with others is the autism
⢠oh right just bc i say so he also has ocd, ptsd, anxiety, panic disorder, and depression
⢠hades was always very accepting. i just feel like he would give nico a binder while he was on his own
⢠binds for way too long. will (who is also trans btw) lectures him on binder safety daily
⢠he is also physically disabled from his powers. i hc him as using mobility aids. i also hc him as having a hellhound service dog when hes older
⢠he is often described as twisting his skull ring in the books, so i say that its him fidgeting and stimming discreetly
⢠favorite fruit is pomegranate
⢠had an especially hard time grasping the fact that hes gay because he felt guilty for being trans
⢠when he was outed, cupid also outed him as trans. when jason was the only one who knew, jason would pull him aside to check that he was binding safely
⢠listens to emo music but less like mcr and stuff hes more of a midwest emo listener
⢠always wears tons of jewelry like rings and necklaces because he likes fidgeting with them
⢠wears headphones around his neck for sensory issues, but also to block out the voices of the dead
⢠has very light freckles and a mole right under his right eye
⢠goes nonverbal when super stressed out and is prone to panic attacks
⢠get sunburnt very easily
⢠lets his hair grow out a bit to around shoulder length once heâs older
⢠got his ears pierced when he was little, and kept them in to this day
⢠got more piercings as he got older
⢠got a star tattoo to match will
sorry this is so long im very passionate about my boy
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Since I have been feeling a particularly strong attachment to my comfort item lately here are what I think PJO character's comfort items would be (short answers in bold text for those who want a quick read):
Percy: a blue stuffie from his childhood. He doesn't often have it with him but he always feels safer when he is with it. And yes, he probably calls the stuffie "he" because I said so
Grover: a little mushroom pendant from Juniper. He never puts it on anything, just keeps it in his pocket and takes it out to fidget with when he's stressed. It has a really smooth surface and pretty colours so it's a good sensory thing for him.
Annabeth: her camp necklace. She always has it and when she doesn't she feels bare. Every time she's stressed she looks at a bead and thinks of a good memory from that year.
Thalia: a shirt she particularly favours because she wore it a lot when on the run with Luke and Annabeth. Any time she's in a bad mood she wears it and it makes her feel a bit better.
Nico: canonically, it's his skull ring, but I also feel like he'd have a childhood blanket that he's really attached to. It's a really soft fabric and so he always uses it when he's feeling overstimulated or understimulated cause it works for both
Rachel: a scrunchie with a fall leaf pattern on it from Percy. It was the first birthday present he gave her. It was all he could find and afford to get her that he thought she might like and he was scared she'd be underwhelmed but she really appreciated that he went through the effort and now she always has it on her.
Leo: a rock he found on a beach field trip with Piper back at the Wilderness school. It's pink and translucent, so when he holds it up to the sun it lights up a bit. It reminds him that he's cared about and loved when he has an existential crisis about being the 7th wheel.
Piper: a rock matching Leo's, found on the same trip. It's grey and smooth with streaks of white and green. It was a big source of comfort for her when mourning Jason, and she was able to remind herself that there was someone out there who shared her pain.
Jason: a silver bracelet Thalia gave him with a lightning bolt charm. It's the only jewelry he wears and he always has it with him, even when he dies.
Hazel: a small keychain from Frank. It's a little bear holding a plastic gemstone heart. She always brings it with her on quests and outings, making sure never to lose it.
Frank: a purple and gold friendship bracelet Hazel made him when he became praetor. He always treasured it because it made him feel like he'd made someone proud, despite the fact he'd already made so many people proud.
Reyna: her praetor's cloak. She didn't think she'd form an attachment to it, but she really liked the fabric and it made her feel important and safe. After she gave it up, Thalia noticed her seeming sad without it and got her a new one, but silver and gold embroidered with the symbol of Bellona.
Will: a pressed flower from Nico. Nico started picking flowers to press when he was unhappy as a way to learn how to keep his powers under control when his emotions are strong. He gave Will the first one and Will was so honoured he decided to carry it everywhere with him.
Apollo/Lester: a new ukulele Will got him after he lost his old one. Like Percy, he doesn't usually have it, but playing it always calms him down and reminds him of the people he loves.
Meg: a chip of a terracotta pot from her childhood home (I forget what it's called). She found it before she and her dad left and decided to keep it as a keepsake.
Lavinia: her star of David pendant, canonically, but I'd imagine she also has a music box with a little ballerina that reminds her of childhood and makes her feel safe.
Feel free to add on with any characters I missed :)
#percy jackson#heroes of olympus#nico di angelo#pjo#trials of apollo#solangelo#toa#annabeth chase#grover underwood#thalia grace#rachel elizabeth dare#leo valdez#piper mclean#jason grace#reyna ramirez arellano#hazel levesque#frank zhang#will solace#lester papadopoulos#apollo#meg mccaffrey#lavinia asimov#pjo headcanon#hoo headcanon#toa headcanon#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson headcanon#annabeth chase headcanon#headcanon#theyre all autistic you cant change my mind
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Bored so here are all of my solangelo head cannons:
⢠His favourite TV show is toh & arcane (he also LOVES gravity falls)
⢠Wears a gay pin everywhere and the first time a homophobic person yelled smth like "YOUR GOING TO HELL!" He got really triggered and scared by it but will stood up for him and punch the guy. After that will to comfort & help nico told him how to defend himself in situations like that. Every time afterwards he has a sick burn and slowly over time it stops bothering him and he feels even more confident about himself & his identity
⢠Nico as a gag gift bought the Sunshine care bear for will on his birthday before giving him a genuine heart warming gift, which was a note and vacation ticket to somewhere nice
⢠Will treats that care bear like his son
⢠Will is the number 1 dad EVER and apollo meets the coco puffs and at first didn't like them but slowly over time learns to loves them too
⢠When they inevitably get married, wills coin becomes nicos wedding ring and nicos ring gets an upgrade. On it incripted in the inside is "my sun, forever bright" and a small little vine design leading to a sun charm next to the skull. On nicos ring there's a star on it and inside it saids "my star, twinkle bright even when it's dark out"
⢠Nicos wedding outfit is so black, Goth & androgynous, on their way home someone misgenders nico as a women
⢠NICO HAS FRECKLES ON HIS NOSE WHILE WILL HAS FRECKLES IN HIS CHEEKS! AND WHEN HE GLOWS THEY LOOK LIKE STARS!!!
⢠Nico wears a lot of stars & space imagery post-tsats because I said so lol
⢠Post-tsats nico starts expiramenting with his gender. Starting out with eye-liner that will accsedently walked into, sending nico into an embarssed flustered mess but will just laughed and helped him out as best he can. When nico eventually told me about wanting to expirament with his gender presentation, will was more than supportive & helped him out quite a bit.
⢠Nico is a gay man, demiboy, and acesexual, sex repulsed
⢠Will is a bisexual, cisman and also ace because fuck it, why not
⢠They never have sex, like ever, even as adults. They didn't realise this wasn't the norm until percabeth told them and they were like "Wait what? What do you mean? Yes it is?" And then they were like "WHAT!? HUU!? EWW WHY???? NOOOO!!" Rapid google search later, realisation that there's a term for it
⢠They adopt a cat from a shelter and call him "evergreen" but will only uses the stupidest of nicknames for him
⢠Both autistic & adhd because I said so
⢠Nico & will both have the minecraft autism but nico love building a cottage core base & picking flowers, while will loves making redstone contraptions and speedrunning the game
⢠Nicos favourite youtubers are, jaidenanimations, grian, and Kurt's conner
⢠Nico gets a slight hyper fixation on anything & everything queer for about month and that's how he learns about everything with that stuff
⢠Had a favourite plushie that uses to comfort himself. He's embarrassed by it but will never teases him about it and is supportive of him
⢠Nico loves animated movies and is an mcu fan
⢠They have a vacation to Australia, because mobsters don't regenerate down there (because our flowera & fauna is already so dangerous that they don't bother.) They go to all the popular areas and such and they come to tassje and I meet them (GUYS ITS REAL! IM NOT DELULU I SWEAR!)
⢠Will is pretty sappy but nico is sappier
⢠All the people calling solangelo "cringe" & "cheesey" are only calling them that because it's two boys. If percabeth did the same things solangelo did people would be all over it and would never call them "cringe" or "cheesey"
⢠Will loves folk-ish & metal music while nico loves all the popular pop girlies & 80's music
⢠Nicos favourite character in mouthwashing is anya & becomes obsessed with her for about 3 months
⢠Will can't sing at all but nico has the voice of an angel (pun intended)
⢠Will can only draw stick figures and bad anime art while nico is amazing drawer
⢠Will is traditional artist and nico is digital artist
⢠Nico doesn't like stupid memes & brainrot and will loves to tease nico with them
⢠Attended a pride march at least once in NYC with all of their friends (percy, annabeth, Reyna, hazel, ect.) It's a core memory for nico because that was the day he truly felt proud of himself and stopped worrying about what people think. The day his internalised homophobia died. They all had a nice meal at a restaurant and the meal he eats there is what ambrosia tastes like for him after that day.
⢠It's also one of the first times he was so open with his love for will. He didn't hide anything, he was open and proud. Always holding his hand, always kissing him. It's also the day where he learnt that he wasn't alone, that he was never alone. He learnt percy & annabeth are bi, and that reynas aroace. Hazels still straight but amazing ally!
⢠Nico hates crying in front of people, but the only people he feels comfortable to cry infront of are will, hazel, and Jason. (And maybe Reyna too.)
#pjo#nico di angelo#percy jackson fandom#headcanon#will solace#solangelo#gay#im so fucking autistic HELP-#definitely not projecting
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hi tawny!!! loved the magnus chase chapter đŤśđť alex and magnus r so cute. I love magnusâs backstory/how you adapted it!!
ok so today is my bday and I was hoping you might be able to share a snippet from the upcoming tgol chapterđđźđđźđđź no pressure tho!!!!
HI OMGSDFKJDSF FIRST OF ALL HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I HOPE THAT ITS STILL YOUR BIRTHDAY IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG FOR ME TO GET TO THISJSDF!!!
i HAVE written a bit of the next chapter but unfortunately, it is solely tweets, and the tweets are all without users at the moment bc i always add the users at the end. SO. im gonna post a good majority of those tweets here as your excerpt and update it when i eventually add the users and let you know!!! and as a special treat if you'd like to choose one of these to be under your user, LET ME KNOW AND I'LL ADD IT :)))
hope you have had an absolutely wonderful day!!!
guys i dont think u realize how crazy this is for apollo to be working with another artist. like we all accepted nico was an exception bc like heâs willâs bsf and stuff but apollo apparently REACHED OUT to sadie. and theyâve been working together on an album. under apolloâs own label.
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genuinely hope that sadie becomes crazy popular like nico and that delphi records gets bigger than ****âs
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honestly i def think itâd happen. karma at its finest
so as an angel whatâs the sadie lore anything we should know?? bc sheâs abt to become my third fav artist
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who are the first two?? sadieâs AMAZING
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nico and alex fierro duh
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so your music taste is nico di angelo and his openers
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yes exactly
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Sadie currently has an EP out (Worst of You) that you should definitely check out, it was produced by her and her brother as an indie artist! As for background, sheâs from London and her parents are pretty big in the archaeology world. She started putting out covers on YT when she was 13, and eventually started [1/2]
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writing her own songs. She uploaded a lot of unreleased songs to YT (theyâve since been deleted but theyâre also on SoundCloud), and put out her debut EP at 18 and recently got signed to Apolloâs Delphi Records (technically second official artist signed, if weâre including Nico) [2/2]
still processing graveyard bc what does he MEAN by directly referencing how apollo âtook his money and dignity and got the hell outâ and thinks âi understand it nowâ and âi think you got it right.â nico please donât disappear on us.
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i blame munich
i ship
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THE MYSTERY OF NICOâS SKULL RING: A THREAD
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Sep 27, 2015: the skull ring is first seen, albeit blurry, in jason graceâs vlog around his school, in which nico is sitting in their school cafeteria. itâs on his right ring finger, as it always has been (that we know of, logically he may have worn it on his middle or index finger when younger)Â
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May 21, 2016: itâs once again seen in nicoâs first appearance on apolloâs insta, before we even knew his name. during this time, nico had been working on âhauntedâ with apollo, and was already known as his insta user âthe ghost king,â which ties into the skull/ghost/death theme
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June 18, 2016: the skull ring is on the back cover of âhauntedâs vinyl and its tracklist. itâs pretty much the centerpiece of the image, with his hand mostly covering his face.
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There are several more appearances of the skull ring, he practically never takes it off. Itâs seen in his pictures at the AMAâs, VMAâs, Grammys, and pretty much every other public appearance of his from 2016 - 2018.Â
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During the haunted acoustic shows (July 2017), heâs seen wearing the rings in all of the shows.Â
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Even the design of the doomsday world tour poster is based on the skull design in his ring, as well as several other merch pieces.
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August 26, 2018: nico is wearing the ring in the official pictures from the first night of the doomsday world tour (and from various fansâ pictures)
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But on the second night of the doomsday world tour, nico is seen without a skull ring.Â
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Since then, he hasnât been seen wearing the ring ONCE. Several other rings take the place on the right ring finger, but the skull ringâs pretty identifiable - and the ones heâs worn since are noticeably different. so, that leaves the question: what happened to it? why did nico stop wearing it?Â
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more pictures of the other rings heâs worn since
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ummm maybe. hear me out. just a possibility. his ring size grew? being a living growing teenager at the time
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okay but it is interesting how it happened right after the first night of tour. and its not like a normal piece of jewelry, right? the skull ring is one of the first things we even knew about him, its basically like a logo. dating all the way back to apolloâs first post signifying haunted? it must have meant something to him if he wore it for at least three years (1/2)
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even at award shows and red carpets and all that fancy stuff. putting the exact same skull design on tour merch, etc⌠itâs just strange that it disappeared all of a sudden, despite nico still going on with the death/skull aesthetic in graveyard. if he just lost it or it broke/stopped fitting, wouldnât he try and get another?
this fandom belongs in an insane asylumÂ
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The HΊuse on Rumbar Boulevard Chapter 3: "The Promise" (Eldritch-Horror!Brook/Reader)
SUMMARY: The house on Rumbar Boulevard stands empty. None have dared cross its threshold in years. But rumors persist that on dark and lonely nights, faces appear in the windows, and ghostly laughter echoes down the hall. The new Mistress of the house has not heard the rumors. She does not know what lurks beneath the peeling paint and cracked foundation of her dubious inheritance. All she sees is a Victorian mansion in disrepair and investors circling like vultures. But she recognizes an opportunity when she finds one, and sheâs certain she can flip the house and sell it with little trouble â mutterings of hauntings and things that go bump in the night bedamned. Alas, the bones of the house are stirring, and the creature within the walls wonât let its long-awaited Mistress leave so easily. [Eldritch Horror!Brook | An OCCULT PIECE Story | Urban Fantasy AU]
TAGS & CONTENT WARNINGS
PAIRINGS: Brook/OC (also can be read as Brook/reader)
RATING: Â Currently T, but will be E(xplicit) later (MDNI, 18+)
WORD COUNT:Â 14k for chapter 3
GENRE: Horror-Flavored Supernatural Romance
FANDOM: One Piece
TAGS: Monster Romance, Human/Monster Romance, Lovecraftian Monster(s), Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Eldritch, Haunted Houses, Alternate Universe, Explicit Consent, there will be tentacles but they're consentacles, Consentacles, Beauty and the Beast Elements, Teaching a monster to love, Monster Boyfriend
WARNINGS: None so far
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CHAPTER 3: THE PROMISE - Excerpt
Fighting back a yawn but with eyes undimmed by sleep, Nico Olvia said to the Heir: âYou know, when I said you could call me anytime, a screaming phone call at 3 AM wasnât exactly what I envisioned.â
The Heir stood with Olvia before the front gates of the house on Rumbar Boulevard. She had sprinted straight out of these gates as soon as the thing â the Entity, she recalled from the journal in the basement â screamed loud enough to wake the dead. She had only paused long enough to grab her cell phone on her rushed way out. Reception had returned to the phone the second after she unlocked the gates with shaking hands and stepped onto the sidewalk beyond. Suspicious timing if you asked her, but that had merely been a passing thought as she dialed the number for the only person in town she knew by name. Olvia picked up after a few rings. The Heir couldnât quite remember what sheâd said to Olvia while she stood there on the sidewalk in her long nightgown, to tell the truth. Just something about the rumors being real, and not knowing what to do, and Oh, come quick, thereâs a monster under my goddamn bed!
Olvia hadnât balked at that fantastic declaration. Sheâd simply put on her coat and driven to 442 Rumbar Boulevard in a beat-up pickup truck, haphazardly parking by the gates where the Heir to the house waited on bare feet. Said Heir babbled a slightly more thorough (though no less panicked) explanation then, and now Olvia stared up at the house through narrowed eyes. She was still in her pajamas, too, though hers constituted a slightly less dowdy ensemble of sweatpants and a t-shirt from Grandlineâs own Ohara University. The Heir felt a bit silly in her long nightgown, but that was neither here nor there.
Olvia cleared her throat, hawkish eyes still locked on the house. âSo the thing â â
âThe Entity.â
âThe Entity. Right.â Olviaâs brow furrowed. âIt led you to a secret unmarked basement, you bled on a skull, and then it followed you to your room?â
âAnd then it screamed,â the Heir emphatically informed her. âIt screamed really, really loud.â
âRight. Got it. And then it...?â
âHid under my bed, I think.â The Heir curled her toes against the sidewalk, rough concrete catching under a nail. âI didnât stick around to see more.â
âRight.â Olvia considered her in silence. With some hesitation she asked: âSo you were asleep right before this happened?â
The Heir met the inquiry with a glare. âI wasnât dreaming.â
The possibility that her encounter with the Entity had all been the product of some horrible nightmare had occurred to her, yes, but the Heir had pinched herself too many times for that to be the case. Her arms would be black and blue before morning. Although she hadnât had the courage to look under her bed and confirm what lingered beneath before taking her wild flight out of the house, she knew she wasnât dreaming. She knew it. And perhaps Olvia saw the determination on her face, because she held up her hands and backed away a pace.
âOK, OK, you werenât dreaming,â she said, words hasty but sincere. âHad to cover our bases since youâre â â She looked the Heir over with a frown. âWhere in the world did you get that nightgown, anyway?â
It was made of light cotton trimmed in sensible lace, with long sleeves and a hem practically to her ankles. With a scowl she told Olvia: âItâs comfortable.â
âI believe you,â Olvia said at once. âIt looksâŚbreezy.â
And with that they changed the subject, much to the Heirâs relief. Olvia looked back up at the house with a grimace. Snowy white hair drifted about her shoulders when the wind whistled past â a sound like distant singing, words just out of auditory reach. The archaeologist shifted where she stood, transferring her car keys from one hand to the other before shoving them into her pocket and out of sight.
âWell,â she said. âWhat now?â
âI thought â â The Heir stammered a little. âI thought youâd â ?â
Understanding sparked behind Olviaâs eyes. âShit. I forgot youâre new to Grandline. And youâre new to stuff like this â â she gestured at the house â â too.â
âAnd youâre not?â
âI live in Grandline,â said Olvia, as if that explained everything. âWeird things happen all the time.â
âBut â â The Heir gaped at her. âBut you said you didnât believe the rumors.â
âNo,â said Olvia sharply. âI said I wouldnât be scared off by the rumors. I never said there wasnât any truth in them.â
She had only known Olvia a short while and the feeling of cold betrayal building in the Heirâs chest was probably silly under the circumstances. Nevertheless, she said: âYou â why didnât you warn me?â
âWould you have believed me if I tried?â
She opened her mouth to answer, to tell Olvia that yes, of course she wouldâve believed her â but she shut her mouth again without saying a word, rendered silent by Olviaâs frank gaze. They both knew the answer was âno.â They both knew there were just some things you had to see for yourself. Suddenly the Heir remembered the stammering tradesmen who refused to work on her house. The ways their tunes had changed as soon as she uttered her address. The way even the offer of money could not tempt their service. They had all been local crews.
She got the feeling Grandline was full of things only locals knew to fear.Â
âAnyway,â Olvia was saying. âI might be from here, but that doesnât mean I know what to do in this situation.â
âFuck.â She ran a hand over her face, skin clammy and cold. âIâm sorry. For calling, I mean. Youâre just the only person I know in town, and I panicked, and god, itâs so late, I must look so stupid, I must look crazy â â
âHey.â
Olvia put a hand on her arm. The Heir froze, glancing between that hand and Olviaâs pretty bronze face in turns. In the light of the stars and the streetlamp, her blue eyes glowed and her white hair shined, points of ghostly pale amid the soothing shadows of the night.
âI believe you, OK?â said Olvia. âOr I believe you believe you saw something, at least. And thereâs really only one thing to do in situations like this.â
âWhat is it?â
âResearch.â She nodded toward the house. âAnd I think we have to start in there.â
A daunting prospect, going back inside. Luckily sheâd managed to babble to Olvia that her lantern had died and Olvia had arrived with multiple flashlights and a gas lantern tucked into the cab of her pickup truck. The Heir did not want to venture back inside â truly, the idea of creeping back into that darkness chilled her blood â but with Olvia beside her, she felt a rush of warm courage. They drove through the gate, bumping over the pockmarked and grass-marred gravel path until they stopped at the foot of the front steps. She looked at the great, dark silhouette of the house with a pit in her stomach, glancing at Olvia for support and comfort âÂ
Olvia, eyes locked on the mansion through the grimy windshield, was grinning. â442 Rumbar, in the flesh.â A dry chuckle escaped. âNever thought Iâd see the day.â
Was it the Heirâs imagination, or did Olvia look excited?
Suddenly she wasnât sure sheâd called the right person for backup, after all.
But it was too late to find another friend at that late hour. Together they exited the truck and walked through the front doors, huddled together to press into the miasma of utter silence lying just beyond. They crept down the halls with only the flashlights to guide their way, beams of silver light cutting through the dark in thin, inconsistent swathes. She flinched at every moving shadow, eyes roving, but Olvia strode forward with confidence, listening to the Heir whisper directions to the library. At the mention of said library, Olviaâs steps quickened, carrying them faster and faster down the halls and through the huge double doors on the libraryâs lowest level.
The Heir hung back, hovering in the doorway to watch Olvia venture forth. The stacks of books, climbing so high along the walls you needed fancy library ladders to reach the upper shelves, appeared dull grey and deep black in the moonlight trickling through the skylight overhead. But the dim didnât deter Olvia in the slightest. She strode to the middle of the huge chamber and spun in place, mouth agape, staring at the books in awe.
âWow,â she breathed. Then, stronger: âWow!â
The Heir pointed to the right. âThe door to the basement is over there.â
âRight.â Olvia shot another glance at the shelves. âIâll be back soon, books.â
Olvia didnât look happy to be denied immediate access to the library, but she nevertheless peeled her eyes from the towering rows and followed the Heir to the study doorâŚonly it had shut itself up again, locked tight as it had been before the night took a turn for the weird. No knob on the front, no crack between frame and panel â only the omega symbol above the door staring down at them in silence like some watchful, hollow eye, unblinking even as their flashlights raked across its empty pupil. She grabbed at the edges of the door but the cracks werenât large enough to admit even a single finger, and she couldnât pry it open. Olvia stood back and watched her struggle in silence, eyes tracing a pattern of inquisition across the library.
âIt was open before,â said the Heir, voice high and reedy in the dark. âIt was wide open!â
âI believe you.â But was that sincerity or merely placation on Olviaâs face? âYou said it hid under your bed?â
âYes.â
âLetâs check there, then.â
And thus they trekked up the creaking metal stairs. The Heirâs heart climbed higher in her throat with every step, but Olvia faced the darkness without flinching. Dust motes swirled through the shine of the flashlights, but no ghostly figures appeared even after Olvia practically kicked down the bedroom door and stomped within. Emboldened by Olviaâs bravery, the Heir joined her at the side of the bed, where they knelt beside each other and gripped the edge of the trailing bedsheet. For a moment they just looked at one another. Then Olvia mouthed a countdown. Three, two, oneâŚand they wrenched back the sheet, spearing the darkness beneath the bed with both their gazes and the hard beams of the flashlights.
But nothing greeted the pair besides bare and dusty floorboards.
âIt was here,â she heard herself saying â desperately, hoping Olvia did not think her a liar. âIt was here, I swear.â
âI believe you.â Olvia stood and brushed off her jeans. âBut whatever it was, itâs gone now.â
As uncanny as the creatureâs first appearance had felt, its sudden disappearance felt somehow even more impossible. Still, the fact remained that the creature â whatever it was â had apparently vanished back into the walls of the house, or the mysterious shut-up basement, or wherever the hell it had come from in the first place. She felt more than a little silly as she escorted Olvia back to her truck. Olvia stifled a yawn as she climbed into the cab of the battered vehicle.
âCall me if you see anything else.â Olvia pinched the bridge of her sharp nose and sighed. âIâll come right over.â
âThanks. IâmâŚâ She shook her head. âIâm sorry. About all of this.â
âDonât be.â Olvia smirked and glanced at the house. âIâm just happy to know there are some books left in that library.â
âRight. The books.â Sheâd forgotten. âDo you want â ?â
âI do want. But not tonight. Itâs way too late and I need to rethink my plan â â Olvia stopped, looking at the Heir askance. âI mean, I didnât think there would be so many books, so I need to come up with a way to catalogâŚâ
She yawned. Olvia did, too, contagion encouraged by the late hour, the aftermath of adrenaline. and the wheel of the stars overhead.
âToo tired to do any effective research at the moment, as you can see,â she said once they recovered from the yawning epidemic. âBut Iâd love to come back during daylight. Iâll call tomorrow.â
âYeah.â The Heir did not remind her that her cell phone never seemed to work inside the house. âSounds good.â
She rode with Olvia to the front gates so she could shut them behind the truck. Olvia drove away with the smell of exhaust trailing behind her, scent sharp and rough in the cool night air. Still feeling foolish, the Heir returned to the house, clutching her flashlight (a loaner from Olvia, who said to keep it for the night) like a sword. She did not particularly want to take the long walk from the front door to her bedroom on the uppermost floorâŚbut she did not particularly relish the idea of spending the night on the front porch, either. Shrugging aside the fear festering in her heart, she opened the enormous front doors and slid through the narrow gap between them. Silence pressed tight from all directions. Cloying. Thick. Sheâd have to keep her eyes forward, not look into the shadows at the edges of the hall. Not pay anything that crept or crawled within them any mind. One foot in front of the other, until she reached the grand staircase and ascended the first few steps âÂ
A thunderous crash of music rent the quiet.
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Hey? Wassup?
You know what would be cool?
Chapter two of the Demigod With Many Names >:]
Chapter 2:
I WATCH A DOG EAT A POMEGRANATE
I don't usually cry (which is a lie). But when I did, I accidentally envelope my entire surroundings in a five foot radius of pure darkness (courtesy of my literal, primordial grandpa, Erebus).
'Jacks... are you okay? You've been crying for a good ten minutes,' My wonderful -but terrible at consoling people- boyfriend from the Demeter cabin, Tyler said softly. 'Lou Ellen, and Connor are starting to get worried...' He said as he poked the edge of the darkness.
I created a small window in the Crying Void, patent pending, so I can look at him. 'Why aren't they hanging out with Will?- Or Nico. Whichever. Take a pick.'
'Funny you say that actually.' He said as he rubbed the back of his neck.
I poke my head through the hole and look around the Demeter cabin. Sure enough, Nico, Lou Ellen, Connor, and Tyler are standing around me. Nico was playing with the shadows -which, of course he was- while Tyler was trying to hide Connor and Lou Ellen's current argument.
'No! I'm not disguising you in the Mist so that way you can trick the Poseidon cabin into thinking a Siren broke in.' Lou Ellen said sternly.
'Come on! It'll be fun! Think about it, Percy's gonna freak out, then he's gonna be all super soaker mode and stuff!' Connor pleaded on the floor, slowly crawling to Lou Ellen's leg and grabbing onto it. 'Ple-e-e-e-ase?'
Nico hits him on the head. 'Enough Connor. Stop messing around. We're here for Jacks, remember?'
'Fine!' Connor sighs, holding the spot where Nico bonked him. 'But this isn't over "Louie." And you didn't need to hit me on the head so hard! For a scrawny, emo boy, you're freakishly strong.'
'Thank you.'
'That wasn't a compliment.'
Nico shrugs.
'Ahem!?' Tyler cleared his throat loudly to get their attention. 'Focusing on the wrong emo!'
'Rude,' I add in. 'But not far off. Nice job, honey.'
'Thank you.'
I sniffled, wiping my eyes and my nose with a tissue I had in my pocket. Why did I have a tissue in my pocket? Not sure. When did I get it? Again, not sure. Was it clean and unused? Surprisingly yes.
'Anyways. What are you three doing here?' I wasn't sure how I said it, but it was probably harsher than I meant it to be. 'I get Tyler being here, but not you guys.'
'Well..." Connor started.
'We heard you got suspended for not being able to deal with a patient that wasn't there,' Nico continued for him. 'I'm not entirely sure why Will would do that though...'
'He's a cool guy and all, but he's been acting strange recently.' Lou Ellen added.
'All the immortals, and some of the Half-Bloods are also acting strange.' Tyler said worriedly. 'Especially Chiron and Mr. D.'
My heart dropped, and skipped a worried beat. The shadows around me faltered, turning into a dark mist and falling to the top of my knee, not coming back up. Nico raised and eyebrow, but I think he decided not to comment on it. 'What do you mean?' I finally managed.
'Well, Chiron has been showing more... Romanic centaur behavior.' Nico replied quickly. As much as the kid (we're technically the same age) freaked me out, he was surprisingly chill. Probably because he mostly didn't care most situations, or because he wasn't sure what to do in most situations. Either way, I'm not inviting him to my funeral if I die.
'Meaning he's becoming a ruthless killing machine and eats meat?' I asked, condescending in tone.
'Shut up.' Nico glared at me, which wasn't very fun. 'But technically yes. He's becoming more erratic, sending untrained kids on extremely dangerous quests. More and more kids are disappearing due to the Harpies-'
'Wait- What?!-'
'Not important,' Nico continued as he started fidgeting with his skull ring, pacing back and forth as the plants around him started dying and took on a more brownish color. 'What's important is what's happening to Mr. D.'
'Well what's happening to Mr. D?' I asked with my hand raised.
'I will tell you how long it will be until you die. Then make it much shorter,' He threatened me calmly. 'Sorry, I didn't mean that... entirely. Just stop interrupting me.'
I put my hand down slowly.
'Anyways,' He continued. 'Mr. D has gone completely off the rails. He's turning kids into animals, mostly dolphins. He's created a camp wide mania surge that's making almost everyone paranoid and on the verge of doing a literal killer mosh pit, all while sending shipments, upon shipments of leopards and releasing them into the forest.'
'Courtesy of the amazing, wonderful Amazon workers,' Connor added, followed to a swift, loud slap to the back of the head by Lou Ellen.
'That's for calling me "Louie", dill hole.' She sneered.
I'm not sure if it was payback for earlier, and she found the perfect time to do ot, or it just registered Connor called her Louie.
'Anyways,' I say while scooting away from Connor and Lou Ellen. 'What should I do about it? There's no way I can help a missing camper, let alone a god and a horse person.'
Nico shifted uncomfortably. 'How about something smaller... Like... Will?' He said in a small voice.
I rolled my eyes, feeling my anger that I subsided for Will slowly rising up as Nico suggested that. 'And why should I?! Will fired me, took away my license, and kicked me out of my own cabin!' My eyes stung. I could feel the tears start to come up again. The shadows at my knees began to stir, becoming spikey waves in a sea of shadows. 'He was my brother! The first person I knew that would understand that I came from a different time, and would need guidance.'
Nico reached out towards me, stepping into the shadows and grabbing my arm. 'Jacks, you know what I-' He winced and pulled away, noticing my eyes were glowing. Their usual two-toned light orange and brown, replaced by a soft, glowing neon green. He got distracted by my eyes that he forgot my skin was literally ice cold to the touch.
You know when you wet your fingers and touch an ice cube you just pulled out of the freezer, and it freezes the liquid on you hand and sticks to your skin? If you haven't, try it, and come back to this chapter. Anyways, that's what it reminded Nico of.
The floor cracked open, and a hand sprung out from the ground. Not even I was expecting that. The shadows sunk into the ground, making the green glow coming from it to dim down. My eyes stopped glowing.
Unfortunately, though, the now golden glowing image of a Lyre above my head, didn't. The zombie kept crawling out of the ground, as the strings to the lyre broke. The lyre broke, the wood turning back into tree. An image of a pomegranate falls from one of the branches, hitting the "ground." A three headed dog eats the pomegranate, sitting down like a guard dog would.
Nico's eyes widen, his whole body faltering. 'You- How-' He takes a few steps back, tripping over the zombie and almost falling into the hole in the floor. Luckily, Tyler managed to make a flower with Lou Ellen making the flower as big and strong as possible using magic, and Connor bending it down so Nico could land safely on it.
'Jacks...' Nico said after complete silence. 'You just got reclaimed by- by-' He stuttered.
'Hades...' I finish his sentence.
A knock is heard on the door, and we all look over. Leo walks in holding two cartons of ice cream and two spoons. 'Hey Jacks, I heard you got fi-' Leo drops the ice cream on the ground as he looks around the cabin in shock, finally noticing what happened. 'Sorry, is this a bad time?'
'Really Leo?' The five of us say in unison. 'Does it look like a bad time?'
Leo looks at the glowing image of Cerberus above my head. 'There's a story here... not sure if I wanna know it, but darn rootin' tootin' I'm staying for it.' He says with a big grin.
And thus ends Chapter 2.
I really hope you guys like it, these are always so fun to make, and I get to deal with my mind gremlins that bug me all the time 'bout this stuff
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My (late) solangelo week fic
Summary:
Nico said he didn't want any gifts but of course no one listened. He got a pair of doc martins from percy and annabeth who also brought cookies from sally, Jason, Leo and Piper got him a necklace with the same skull as his ring, hazel and her boyfriend frank got him a nintendo and finally the best present in his opinion came from his boyfriend, it was wrapped in sun patterned wrapping paper with death boy written on the front inside was a box that held a camera, it was plain black and small enough to fit in his jacket pocket but it was amazing.
It doesn't follow any of the prompts because I didn't know when I'd get it posted
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The fire to light up the dark
pairing: yandere!Leo Valdez x female!reader (mentions of being the daughter of Nyx and granddaughter of Pluto(hades), so sorry if you donât like that I picked the godly parent I just donât see a lot of people writing about my godly heritage)
This is random headcanons I like and want to share some are fluff and most are just crackpot energy
Your weapon is two hairpins one is imperial gold and one is Stygian iron and they turn into a sword itâs four feet long and itâs half Stygian iron half imperial gold with a black and Paris green handle and it weighs 3.5 lbs and it can change into anything weapon or tool you need
Leo sometimes breaks in to your cabin and or your room to steal your clothes(hoodies and shirts) and your camp T-shirt will go missing from time to timeâŚyouâll find them smelling like fire, ashes, Dr. pepper, cinnamon, chocolate and the forge(so Leo)
(He may have put a tracker on your phone(he made phones for demigods with the Hecate cabin) or your sword/bow&arrows/daggers/ect ect)
And he constantly tries to hug you, and I mean constantly like heâll break the no sitting at a different table rule constantly just to give you hugs and little kisses and stuff
He absolutely adores that you think of the Hypnos and Nemesis cabins as your nieces and nephews ďżź
When you and he cuddle he actually sleeps all night like for the first time since he was eight and was sleeping next to his mom, he feels safe, comfortable, protected and is able to sleep through the night without a vision(a demigod dream) or a panic attack from a nightmare about the fire that killed his mom like he actually had a good night sleep
So when he started dating you officially Will Solace and Frank Zhang became his best friends because Will and Frank are also yanderes and they all give each other information
And how Nico gave his skull ring to Will Blanca gave him two other rings, one was a ghost and one was a zombie head Hazel got the zombie head and you got the ghost ring and so the three of you are called
The Ghost King is Nico
The Skeleton Queen is Hazel
The Zombie Princesses is You
And so you gave Leo your ghost ring and he put that sucker on his camp necklace and he wears it with pride
And if Leo makes you a ring or something he expects that to be on your camp necklace and when you make him anything he will worship it like the gods themselves gave it to him because in his eyes a goddess DID
Requests are open and Iâll write for any daughter of Nyx, granddaughter of Pluto (and there will be under lying great-granddaughter of Anubis and great-great-granddaughter of Loki text)
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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)
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XXXIX: The Loneliness is Coming From Inside the House
Nico manages to take them directly to Ara's cabin, he closes the door so no one knows they're here yet, then closes the little curtain Leo installed on her porthole so the light doesn't worsen the pounding in her head.
The boys work as a team, tucking her in and checking her wounds. Nico convinces her to take off her shirt so he can examine where the arrows hit her, and Jason turns around to give her privacy. She doesn't know if he caught up to Nico's secret, but that isn't her business, so she will keep her mouth shut.
Ara stays still while Nico heals her, there aren't many injuries, just bruises where the arrows struck, but she's perfectly healthy, only heartbroken and drowning in grief, and the only way to heal from that is by letting it happen.
Nico places the first-aid kit under her bed and sighs. "She's fine."
Jason scans her frame, nodding approvingly. "I'll tell the others we're back."
Ara points vaguely at the scepter leaning on her bedroom wall. That thing better work as they think it should, otherwise she sacrificed a big part of herself for nothing. She glares at it, but for the first time, she's got no cynic or sarcastic comments to send Jason off.
"Yeah, that's fine. I'll restâbut take that thing with you."
Jason's blue eyes look relieved as if Ara deciding to take a break is a sign of better times coming. "Yeah, I'll do that. C'mon, Nico..."
"I'll stay."
Ara groans. "I'm not going anywhere, seriously..."
"You can scold her later, man," Jason insists politely. "Leave her alone."
"Take the scepter," she mumbles, rubbing her eyes. "I don't want it near me."
"Later."
Ara turns her head towards him scowling. "You're not doing anything right now."
"I want to make sure you're okay," Nico admits with frustration.
Ara's face gets very hot, the boy had never offered to look after her before this moment. "Oh."
Jason's smile grows. "Cool, then. Take care of our General."
When Jason leaves, Ara and Nico stay silent for about five seconds, then Nico pulls her vanity bench closer and sits, eyes fixed on the door while he fidgets with the skull ring on his finger.
"I don't think Eros is coming to finish the job," she jokes. "He and Nemesis will leave me alone after this."
Nico watches her intently. "You saw yourself in Nemesis, didn't you?"
Ara doesn't deny it, her puffy eyes are staring at the ceiling. "I've been cruel to myself, and no doubt I'll be cruel again. My fatal flaw is ambition so I'll be tempted..."
"Tempted to what?"
"To mistreat those who care for me," she sighs. "I hope I can control it before it gets this bad a second time. Eros said the only way is to let love take over."
"You'll be okay," Nico pauses a moment, but in the end, he forces himself to finish his thought. "You're not a weaker version of me, you're built differently. No matter how angry and frustrated you get, you always choose to be good."
Ara's eyes lighten up a bit, but they also get teary once more. "That's just like you too, Ghost King."
Nico makes a face. "Don't start."
The door opens abruptly and Leo storms into the room. Nico stands in alarm and reaches for the scepter, but then he recognizes the boy and relaxes. "About time," he grins. "What took you so long? I thought you and Ara could sense each other from a mile radius."
Leo blinks, confused by Nico's expression, but he doesn't reply to him. He addresses Ara directly. "You okay? Jason told meâ"
Ara moves so fast that Leo stumbles and crashes against the doorframe when she tackles him into a hug, tightly wrapping her arms around him in a way that forces him to stand on his tiptoes. Her entire body screams when she does this, and she starts crying again. Leo tightens his grip on her, scared and anxious.
"Please, tell me the stain in her shirt isn't..."
"She'll be okay now," Nico responds, grabbing the scepter and circling the pair to exit the cabin. "But you two should talk, so... I'll leave you alone." He closes the door behind him.Â
Leo guides her back to the bed and sits with her, leaning against the headboard with one leg hanging off the mattress while he cradles Ara in his arms. His fingers brush through her choppy hair while she calms herself enough to speak.
"Jason said your brother Eros came to fight y'all, not that other guy..."
"It wasn't a fight," she dries her tears. "Not even close. Eros had us in the palm of his hand and..."
She sobs and Leo squeezes her, kissing her hair. "Ara, you have to calm down. Jason already told me everything..."
The girl freezes. "Everything?"
He examines the dark stain on her clothing. "The important bit. Couldn't've been easy, huh? Talking about the curse in front of them, especially in front of Nico..."
Ara shakes her head, cleaning her nose. "Nico was kind. Whatever was wrong between us... I think it'll get better from now on."
She doesn't want to jinx it, but part of the problem is being afraid to utter thoughts believing it taints them. When she was a kid, she enjoyed talking about what she wished for, it was the main reason why people liked her, she wasn't afraid to speak her dreams into reality.
"You were brave."Â Leo kisses her temple. "I'm proud of you. "
Ara closes her eyes and leans against his shoulder. "I know what's missing with the others, but I didn't understand it until now."
"Whatcha mean?" Leo frowns.
"Since the moment we met, I told you everything you wanted to know. Everything. I said things I hadn't told to anyone, and you fell in love with all of me because of it. That's why you stay by my side even though you know I could hurt you, because you know it's not my intention."
She sits upright to face him better.
"I have to tell them about my prophecy. And your curse."
Leo looks slightly concerned. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't careâthey'll give me those pitiful looks terminally ill people get from their loved ones, and I'm definitely not looking forward to that, but if you think it'll help..."
"If it doesn't, at least we'll feel lighter," she replies. "I can bear my grief and my duties, but I can't do it alone."
Leo reaches for her hand and kisses the back of it. "Then we'll do that. When?"
Looking at it from a sober point of view, she knows the crew will get paranoid once they find out, probably try to keep Leo from fighting too much, and that can backfire. They're missing two of their most powerful and clever demigods, they need to be a unified team or the giants will run through them in a heartbeat.
"Let's wait until we get Percy and Annabeth backâbecause they will come back," she says with certainty. "Love will keep them safe until they find their way back. Once we rescue them everyone will be... hopefully in a good enough mood to give them bad news without crushing their spirits."
Leo nods. "Yeah, despair is not exactly on brand for me."
She intertwines their fingers and stares at them, deep in thought. "There is something I've been wanting to tell you... it doesn't change anything, I just want you to know."
"A'ight," Leo reaches up with his free hand and runs it through her hair. "I'm listening."
"Eros said I treat love like a curse, and I had that problem even before I met you." She presses her forehead on his shoulder again. "I was in love with Michael Yew. Though saying 'with' is a stretch. Michael was fond of me, which is not the same thing."
Her free hand reaches up and absently draws patterns over Leo's chest.
"I never did anything with that love because I was scared of itâmight as well have been the reason why he died. I never allowed myself to love him enough to stop him from making rash oaths."
She closes her eyes, feeling extremely worn out after all the crying and talking about feelings.
"Hestia talked to me about him, said he was like me and there was only one way I could learn from him. The way he died... that is my lesson." She waits for Leo to say something, but when that doesn't happen, she moves and locks eyes with him. The boy is smiling a little, and Ara scowls at the sight. "You got nothing to say?"
He scratches the back of his neck. "I figured it out months into dating you. You wouldn't talk about him, but when you did I got jealous. I could tell you had liked him as more than just a friend."
Ara blushes. "I didn't mean to make you feel bad, I justâ"
"It wasn't your fault. And I don't need to know how it happened, or who was it, to know it's not your fault anyone dies in the line of duty." Leo fixes his posture and tries hard to find the right words. "I understand why you fell for him, though your crush on Nico did catch me off-guardâ"
Ara moves away again. "My what on whom?"
Leo blushes. "I uh... I was coming one night to see if you'd let me stay over, and I heard Percy talking about it with you. I freaked out and went back to my room, but I was too unsettled to askâ"
"That was all a misunderstanding!" Ara exclaims in embarrassment. "Gods, stupid Percy! He overheard Lily teasing me about my crush on Mike and he thought she was talking about Nico!"
"Oh. Oh, that makes so much sense." Leo pauses a moment, then grins and pecks her lips. "Then I'm alright."
Ara looks at him with amusement and disbelief. "So that's why you've been weird to Nico this whole time?"
"I mean Nico is pretty dang creepy in general, I don't need a reason to be freaked out. Wish I'd known him when he was all cute and hyper like you," he smirks.
Ara heaves a sigh, lowering her gaze. "I wish we both were that way still... it was better."
Leo's expression softens and he leans his forehead against hers. "I wish I could make the present better, but that's not the point of this, right?"
"I adore you..." she speaks gently. "I value you, so I'm sharing all of me. Even the love I had for the boy that came before you."
Leo's eyes are full of mirth. "He got to meet you when you were all cute and easy to impress. I wish I'd had that advantage..."
Ara laughs a bit, it feels wrong to laugh, but also necessary. "If I'd met you then, I don't know if I would've fallen for you, or hated you for being so good at what I wanted."
Leo seems very pleased with her answer. "I know you're lying to make me feel better."
"I swear I'm not," she tilts her head to brush his nose. "Aphrodite was in the right when she chose Paris for Helen, you balance me out... and sometimes that can be irritating."
"Yep, I'm a real bother," he mumbles and cups her face. "I'm just an annoying joke."
"You're perfect." Leo's been called evil, troubled, stupid, scrawny, and all the variations of ugly you can think ofâbut perfect? It doesn't compute in his mind at all, yet the way Ara holds him close leaves him with no room for doubt. The girl mumbles the rest of her sentence against his lips. "And you shine like daylight..."
The boy's nose and ears start to heat up at her words and he decides to shut her up for good by deepening the kiss. Ara doesn't fight it and instead melts into it, she's decided to build her life around love, and Leo is the blueprint.
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I'm actually so bored, so here is my doodle predictions of TSATS because I'm magic like that. (STill haven't fricking read the book yet so please, don't don't, AND PUT SPOILER ALERTS PLEASE!!)
Firstly you can see a sun and a star, and as you can see they look alike because they're the same thing, but they are kinda different because symbolism, bro. Like the traits be the same, but people treat and view them differently,idk.
I drew like a skeleton because idk it was very likely, but also i wanted to see if I could yk. Cause I actually suck at drawing skulls, so I was like screw it. But also it could be significant. Who knows.
The butterfly is self explanatory i feel like because butterfly like. Just butterfly. Idk how, when, where, just butterfly.
For the flower I really believe there will be a flower that is important? or who really knows. I'm not a future/predictor person...(just reminds me of rapunzel, which just makes me believe even more that Wills gonna pull a rapunzel, which drains him. Like maybe Nico almost died, who knows.)
I drew the cat like without tiny bob in thought, and I only realized after. Which makes me think I really am so cool, and good at guessing stuff.
The bat is because I love the way i draw them, and I think Nico could be the next Batman,bro. Maybe he has a whole army of bats. Who knows. You who read do so, yeah..
The cake is their to be a cake. I think maybe if they go to the jacksons they have like cake of sorts. Those are cherries on top by the way, but the cake doesn't have to like... be exactly like that.
notice their is a deadish tree with smokey stuff, that is a magical tree, that might be in the underworld most likely.
The crown is because who knows, I think they will be a crown idk. Maybe it symbolises a ruler of sorts. Maybe it doesn't.
The most important one to me is the mango, I'm hoping there is a mango. Hopefully enchanted. It was either a mango or an orange. Idk. But the mango spoke to me. And there has to be a mango, bro.
The lady in the fire is not being burnt by it. Idk wether they are a threat or not. But that's what's there. I think they are important somehow who knows.
The dog is just decoration, but who knows, who knows indeed, and ofcourse we have the one eyed creature thing(I saw that on the tshirts, but Idk much other than a few minor spoilers I'm not gonna mention)
The broken heart is because who knows. I think they will have a fight, like a proper real fight, but don't worry your pretty little noses. They will be solid again. Or who knows maybe someone breaks up(hoping it's caleo even though they aren't really supposer to be in the story)
and last, but not least. There is a ring. I actually thought maybe nico loses or gives or something with his ring or they find one, Most likely Neeks ring. (I got a minor spoiler about something maybe, idk I usually skip those, but it makes me excited when my doodledictions come to fruition.)
I'll leave you with this: what if python, bro. Who knows. And what if they kill cupid, hahahahHAA.
#tsats predictions#tsats#nico di angelo#solangelo#will solace#rapunzel#I'm tagging rapunzel just because#the sun and the star#riordan universe#đ¤đ#âď¸đ#anyone else at some point come across the sun is a star looking for this book?
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no bcos i also realised daemon 100% planned the Princess' miscarriage to happen on xmas day/AT THE FEAST in front of the whole court, for maximum humiliation and a show of weakness on the Greens part, he really IS the antichrist and I hate him and I absolutely love how you write him and I need him to get skewered by the Princess' shining new sword, kebab style (preferably asap)
also aemond is gonna go feral when he finds out and its gonna be glorious and i can not wait to see it
(but also even if they find out you know some lowkey nobody is gonna take the fall at best, and daemon is gonna get away with, at least as far as viserys goes...)
âI wish you could join us,â Nico says, almost sulks, snow catching in her hair. Sheâs riding a gorgeous white mare that the Duke of Hightower purchased for her. Heâs in no hurry to gift you a horse. King Viserysâepochs ago, on your wedding day, on the blood-orange July afternoon when you looked into Aegonâs glassy, shadow-ringed eyes and knew exactly what sorts of demons youâd be sharing your life withâonce promised you an Andalucian for each child you gave your husband. He hasnât mentioned it since. Itâs slipped his mind, most likely; thatâs what happens to the kingâs notions that concern the Greens. They stumble around in his skull for a while, find a window, jump from the ledge and free-fall into oblivion.
that line about rotting v and his thoughts concerning the greens? so on brand, but that doesnt make it hurt any less lmao AND THE WRITING? đđ
and otto, who doesnt have a single nice word for the princess but hes out there gifting horses to the new granddaughter-in-law hes known for 5 seconds... i see how it is đ
viserys better come through and gift her the best horse(s) when she finally gets to have a baby(s), tho im not holding my breath when it comes to v and anyone who is not related to rhaenyra
AEMOND CMON GET YOUR LADY LOVE A HORSE, YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE I CAN COUNT ON
(also imagine them going on rides with vhagar and her horse 𼺠- once she finally gets one - tho i wouldnt mind them sharing a horse either VHAGAR IS BIG & STRONG ENOUGH FOR TWO PEOPLE just sayin... đ)
You smile up at Nico with your feet planted firmly on the ground like fertile roots and a hand resting on your belly. Five months along, over halfway there, farther than youâve ever been before. The season is winter, but you feel like spring. You feel like blossoms unfurling, like ivy scaling walls of frozen stone. âNext year, with any luck.â
writing? đđ
SHE WAS SO HAPPY TOO
PRINCESSđđťDESERVESđđťSOđđťMUCHđđťBETTERđđť
âThen youâll get to return the favor and gallantly wave me off as I gallop into the distance, a vision of Boudicca herself.â
âDidnât that story end with mass murder and suicide?â
âNico, not everything needs to be said out loud.â
MASS MURDER AND SUICIDE YOU SAY ??!!
brb googling Boudicca
hmmmmm... husband died with no male heirs, had 2 daughters, the romans took his kingdom, humiliated his fam... queen raised a rebellion, did a number on the enemy, eventually lost and took poison/got sick/too shooketh and died
considered NATIONAL HEROINE THO
HMMMM INCHERESTING đđđ
Then she reels her mare around and trots off to join the hunting party. Once not so long ago, you had no true friends here. Now you have at least one. Two, if you count AemondâŚalthough you canât decide if Aemond is a friend. Sometimes he feels like less, other times much more. He grows close and then is far away again, a tide thatâs always a few hours from receding. You watch Nico depart with hardly any heartache. Your relative incapacitation will be finished soon enough, your position vindicated. The clock is ticking.
so happy princess aint completely alone anymore đĽşđ¤§
IT WILL BE FINISHED TOO SOON POOR BABE, HAD NO IDEAđđ¤§
He grows close and then is far away again, a tide thatâs always a few hours from receding. đđ
Daeron compliments you as he canters by on Tessarion, heavy hooves leaving impact craters in the snow: âPrincess, thatâs a lovely gown.â Lavender, purple, the color of royalty, a declaration of your own worth. Thatâs not something you can rely upon others giving you. Youâre between worlds at the moment: neither fully Navarran nor English, not an outsider nor a future queen.
daeron is such a babe, nico is SO LUCKY
also loving the princess using her gowns and colours to send a message, tho i cant wait for her to finally feel like she fits in and really is at home and FOR OTHERS TO TREAT HER LIKE THE QUEEN SHE IS AND GIVE HER BASIC RESPECT
Daemon reins up beside you, peering down with glittering dark eyes. When anyone ventures too close to Caraxesâwhether horse or humanâhe snaps at them like a wolf. Surely there is no beast better suited to its master. âI think youâd look better covered in red. Isnât that the color of your people, Navarre?â
âPrince Daemon,â you purr, one hand still on your belly, your victory in progress. âEnjoy the hunt. I know you get restless when you havenât murdered anything in a while.â
He should quip back, but he doesnât. He just grins, his gaze locked on yours; and his grin stretches wider until it sends a bolt down your spine like cold lightning. You have the sudden, dreadful impression that thereâs a joke you arenât in on. âYou have no idea.â
HELLOOOOO ???!!!
I DONT EVEN NEED ANY MORE PROOF, THIS EXCHANGE TELLS ME EVERYTHING I NEED TO KNOW - DAEMON IS A PLAGUE, AND HES BEHIND EVERYTHING GOING WRONG WITH THE BABIES
AND NO, I DONT TAKE CRITICISMÂ
âI know you get restless when you havenât murdered anything in a while.âÂ
AND THAT SHIT EATING, CREEPY GRIN?
GIRL BYE
as i was reading i figured he was thinking of all the babies past + how he was gonna get rid of this one too
and maybe that was in the back of his mind too, but he was 100% thinking about what was gonna happen at the feast and how she was gonna lose the baby in front of the whole court
IM IN ON THE JOKE AND I DONT LIKE IT
UGHHHHHHHHHH SOMEONE BITCH SLAP THIS MF RN
Caraxes squeals and jerks back his head as Vhagar shoves between you, massive withers and haunches making space where none existed before. Caraxes nips Vhagarâs shoulder, drawing blood; Vhagar snorts in reply, a low rumble like a storm. Caraxes retreats, ears flattened, but Daemon pitches you one last crooked smirk as he leaves, a threat, an oath.
YASSS VHAGAR HUMBLE HIS ASS
âPerhaps we should serve Daemonâs head at dinner,â Aemond says.
âHe certainly looks like a pig to me.â
aemond is always full of good ideas lmao
What was Aemond like on my wedding day? You try to remember. All you can conjure is a vision of him staring at the floor as you linked your trembling hands with Aegonâs and the priest spoke, as if the match was so ill-fated he could not bear to witness it. It took you a year to learn that he didnât disapprove of you after all. Something else weighed on him that day, something else dragged down his eyes like an anchor moors a ship.
writing? đđ
ofc he couldnt bear to watch who should have been his future wifey getting married to someone else, least of all to aegon, who seems to get everything aemond covets and not even able to properly appreciate any of it
Aegon passes you both on Sunfyre. âIâll bring you back something, wife!â he vows, swaying drunkenly in the saddle, his chaotic silver hair shagging in his eyes. Fortunately, Sunfyre seems aware of his riderâs limitations; his steps are lithe and cautious, almost timid. His coat is a river of gold beneath grey skies. When Aegon urges the horse to go faster, Sunfyre ignores him.
dragon, doggo or horse, SUNFYRE IS ALWAYS BEST BOYYYY đđđ
appreciate aegons enthusiasm, his heart is in the right place, and ya know what? he didnt come back empty handed, he brought back possible pneumonia #girlfailure #thatsmyking
You turn back to Aemond and raise an eyebrow. âMake sure he doesnât break his neck?â
âAs always.â And then Aemond is gone too.
hehe poor aemond, aegon sure loves to make his life anything but easy
looking after aegon sure is a full time job
Joanna Montford was replaced by Agnes Stafford, who was replaced by Sibylla Beaufort, who was replaced by Cecily Chaucer.
boy goes through mistresses quicker than i change bedsheets đđ
flavour of the month indeed
A servant brings you a cup of apple cider, and you sip it as snowflakes melt into the fur of your coat.
GIRL DRINKS SO MUCH OF THAT SHIT AND EVERY TIME ITS MENTIONED I JUST WANNA SLAP THAT FUCKING POISON OUT OF HER HANDS SO FUCKING BAD (even if its only sometimes poisoned, better safe than sorry hun)
âItâs not personal,â Rhaenyra says. You whirl to see her and Syrax; they have appeared like ghosts, both pale and ethereal, both fearsome without being malevolent. âPrince Daemonâs taunts, I mean. Any of our antagonism. Distrust that swells into hated.â Her hair is long, loose, strands of ivory in the wind. Her eyesâclear water, cool and stoicâflick down to your belly and then back up to your face. Sheâs a lot like Aemond, you think, seeing the extent of their resemblance for the first time.
âIt feels very personal.â
see you say that, but then, it really DOES FEEL SO VERY PERSONAL ON DAEMONS PART đ
veryyy curious to see if the other green wives will get the same treatment (especially baby wise...) like yeah princess is married to the first son, they are the immediate threat and all, BUT !!
aegon can still succeed without an heir cant he? hes got two full brothers right there that could inherit should something unfortunate befall him (+ helae already has a son right? - wonder that, does daemons hand not reach that far đ?)
so yeah, aegon, his wife and their would be kids/heirs are the immediate threat, but i feel like his bros and any kids of aemond/daeron would be bad business for the blacks too...
...but then, if every single green wife will be incapable of carrying a pregnancy to term SURELY that would be too glaringly obvious and someone would connect the dots, like one âbrokenâ wife is just bad luck, but 3 is a pattern đ
(ughhhhh just the thought of aemonds wife (who is not the princess) IS KILLING ME ALREADY, let alone a wife carrying his kid I DONT WANT IT, IM NOT STRONG ENOUGH FOR THAT KINDA FUCKERY PLS đđđ)
also wondering about rhaenyra... DOES SHE KNOW THE SHIT HER HUSBAND GETS UP TO??
ALSO THAT QUICK GLANCE AT HER BELLY?? đ
hmmm im thinking she probably knows... she may not be enthusiastic about it, but shes letting daemon run rampant... after all, its nothing personal, right?đ
its kill or be killed ig...
But one face is missing from the crowd. âWhereâs Aemond?â
âOh,â Nico recalls as she yanks off her gloves by the fingers. âHe has something for you.â
âFor me?â
love how shes always looking for aemond in a crowd
AND OFC HE BROUGHT HER SOMETHING BACK FROM THE HUNT
(ya know, gotta feel a bit bad for any potential future wife of aemonds tho, imagine your husband always thinking of his borthers wife, felling bears for her, writing poetry for and about her, giving her the most thoughtful and exquisite gifts... HELENE TRUST ME GIRL YOU DONT WANT HIM, HES ALREADY TAKEN)
âI think youâll find itâŚâ Nico grins mischievously. âPerfectly bearable.â
LMAO NICO WITH THE BAD PUNS I REALLY LIKE HER
Aemond is the only other person thereâŚand heâs elbow-deep in a colossal black-furred monster. There is a pile of entrails on the snow beside him glistening like rubies, garnets, rosalines, wine. Servants ferry away bowls full of offal: a lung here, a rope of intestines there.
this reminded me of that scene in got, you know the one, tywin skinning that deer, just casually neck deep in those animals
âWhat is that?â
Aemond stands and waves at it cavalierly, drops of blood flinging from his leather gloves. âA bear.â
love how casual hes about it, like its such a normal thing to be dissecting a BEAR THAT YOU CAUGHT (for your bors wife no less)
also, a moment of silence for all the bears in the hotd-verse
just when they thought they would be safe from criston&aemond and moonstones witchiness NO they got NICIY!aemond on the hunt for a new rug for the princess
âWhat am I supposed to do with a bear?â
âItâll make a fine rug for your bedchamber. You can place it by the fireplace and lie on it on cold nights. Read your books, do your embroidery.â
...make love in front of the fireplace, on your fine new bear rug with the man that got you said rug đ
no but fr, if they dont fuck on the rug in front of the fireplace THEN WHATS THE POIIIIINT
âIt was bold of you to assume youâd be able to find me a Christmas present on Christmas day. Not much room for error.â
âThis isnât your Christmas present.â
bold of you to assume he hasnt been thinking about and preparing the best, most thoughtful xmas present for you well in advance hun
âThen whatâs the occasion?â
âCongratulations, I suppose.â He glances at your belly, rounded out like ripening fruit with his brotherâs child. A stain of blood like fever rushes into his cheeks. He blushes very rarely, and only ever around you. No one else seems to know that heâs capable of it. âFor being over halfway there. It must bring you great relief.â
âYes, I suppose the Duke of Hightower wonât get to ship me back to Navarre now. In a crate, like an animal that couldnât be tamed.â
âWhat a waste that would be.â
for someone who never really blushes, he sure does blush a lot in front of the princess, love what a blushing mess she always makes him and most of the time she isnt even trying (yet đ)
You shrug, stepping closer, though mindful not to squash any bear organs beneath your shoes. âI wouldnât mind being sent home if there was anything for me to go back to.â
Aemond stares at you, alarmed. âYou havenât grown attached to anything here? In nearly a year and a half?â
âWellâŚthere are a few things,â you say, smiling at him. Aemond smiles back. His long silvery hair is secured in a single thick braid, his gaze curious. You try not to imagine what is under his eyepatch; that strikes you as something he wouldnât want you to think about.
âVhagar,â Aemond teases.
STOP THE WAY HE GOT SO ALARMED THAT SHE WANTS TO GO BACK AND THAT THERES NOTHING (NO ONE) SHE WOULD MIND LEAVING BEHIND
AND THE CASUAL FLIRTIIIIIIING
IM LIVING FOR IT
AND AEMOND WITH A BRAID YESSSS PLSSSS
You laugh. âYes, mostly Vhagar.â You look up at the grey sky, thick with clouds like steel. âBut I miss my family. I miss the heat, the mountains, castles and cathedrals the color of golden sand. I miss riding horses and sparring with my brothers. I miss being understood, being loved. In Navarre I was alive. But in EnglandâŚever since I arrived hereâŚitâs like Iâm locked up waiting for someone to let me out. But the prison is my own flesh.â
Aemond studies you. âItâs not for much longer,â he says at last, soft and solemn. âAnd I would change it if I could.â
I WOULD CHANGE IT IF I COULD
GIRL THERE IS AT LEAST ONE MAN WHO VERY MUCH UNDERSTANDS AND LOVES YOU AND WOULD LOVE NOTHING MORE THAN TO LET YOU OUT OF THAT PRISON YOU FEEL TRAPPED IN (IF ONLY HE COULD)
...And if my husband discarded me for being incapable of producing children, no one else would ever want me. Iâd never have my own household. Iâd be doomed to be a spinster, forever dependent upon the charity of my parents or my siblings. Either that or in a nunnery. Although, truthfully, Navarre has some beautiful nunneries.â
âYouâd make a terrible nun.â
âBecause Iâm too vicious or too lustful?â
âVicious, without a doubt. LustfulâŚI donât feel qualified to speak on.â
not qualified... NOT YET đ
âDepends on whoâs in front of me, I suppose.â
You contemplate each other across the gutted bear carcass, snowflakes filling up the space between you instead of words. Again, Aemondâs cheeks flood red. When he wrings his hands together, you notice that theyâre shaking. His hair is sopping; beads of melted snow pool along the edge of his jaw, slither down his throat. He could catch his death out here.
THEIR FLIRTING IS EVERYTHING
two star-crossed lovers contemplating each other with a gutted bear carcass between them is something that can be so personal đĽş
You go to him, pull off a glove, and press your bare palm against his forehead and then his cheek: the scarred one, the ruined one. âYouâre burning up, Aemond,â you say, worried. âAre you alrightâ?â
âFine.â He shies away from your touch. But then, without thinking, he moves to tuck an escaped lock of hair back underneath your hat. As his thumb grazes your face, you feel the warm stripe of bear blood that he inadvertently marks you with. âGoddamn, Iâm so sorryââ
âNo, thatâs perfect.â You smile up at him. âYou know I secretly favor red.â
three paragraphs and yet SO MUCH IS HAPPENING AHHHHHHH
touching his cheek HIS SCARRED CHEEK ??!!!!
TUCKING HER HAIR BACK MARKING HER WITH THE BEARS BLOOD
YOU KNOW I SECRETLY FAVOUR RED !!!!!!!!!!!!!!4!!!!!!!!!!!4!!!!!!
COHERENT THOUGHTS LEFT THE CHAT BYE
no cos you got me out here looking up bear symbolisms
i mean ?? i could write an essay lmao but imma restrain myself and just leave this here:
Youâre weaving ribbons the color of evergreens into Nicoâs hair when he comes into your bedchamber, carrying a long thin box made of pink ivory wood.
âOh, marvelous!â Nico trills, clapping her hands. âWhatâs inside?â
âPoems, I hope,â you say.
âI hate to disappoint you,â Aemond replies placidly.
haha girl is relentless, lets be real aemond stood no chance
âWell?â Nico prompts eagerly. âOpen it!â
You look at her, apologetic. So does Aemond.
âOh,â she realizes, then sighs theatrically. âAlright. I understand. Iâll deport myself now. Ciao.â
LMAO NO BUT SAME NICO I TOO WOULD WANNA KNOW WHATS IN THAT BOX, YOU ARE SO REAL FOR THIS
Only when sheâs closed the door behind her does Aemond open the box. The lining inside is crimson velvet. It cradles a sword. You gasp and lift the weapon out of the box by its hilt, then pull off the scabbard. It is lightweight, silvery, perfect. You can see your own reflection in the polished steel. There are shallow engravings down the length of the blade: mountain ranges, twisted oak trees, bridges and cathedrals, the flag of Navarre. You can only see them when you tilt the sword to catch the rage-orange glow from the fireplace.
âI had it custom made for you,â Aemond says, abruptly nervous. âSo it wouldnât be too heavy or too long. The hilt should fit your grasp precisely. I took one of your gloves for measurements.â
âA thief.â You marvel at the sword, twirling it a few times. The blade cuts through the air, soundless, seamless. âAemond, this isâŚthis is so far beyond what I deserve. Thank you, thank you, thank you.â
get you a man who gifts you custom made weapons
aemond targaryen, thief of gloves and wives đđ
âItâs part pleasure, part necessity. You might actually need to protect yourself one day.â
cant wait till she skewers daemon with it lmao
âItâs a shame Iâll only be able to bully you with it under the surreptitious cover of darkness.â
âJust until Aegon is king. He wouldnât care, I donât think. He wouldnât forbid you from training.â He gestures to the blade. âAnd the engravings areââ
âAll things from home.â You beam at him. âFrom Navarre.â
âThatâs what the common people call you, you know. The Princess from Navarre.â
the care he took with that sword đĽş
and he was so nervous too đĽş
You take the pink ivory wood box from Aemondâs hands and place it in the chest at the foot of your bed, your preferred spot for squirreling away valuables. And then you lift out Aemondâs present: a vast tapestry that he helps you unfold to reveal the design of.
that treasure trove is about to be so filled with gifts and poems from aemond đđ
âItâs incredible!â he exclaims. âIt must have taken you ages!â
âWell, all Iâm allowed to do currently is needlework, so Iâve done a lot of needlework. I made one for Aegon too, although Iâm not sure what his hobbies are besides drinking and fucking Cecily Chaucer. So his tapestry is mostly landscapes.â You point to various scenes on Aemondâs. âThereâs King Arthur and GuinevereâŚand Sir Lancelot, arriving to ruin them. Thereâs Beowulf battling Grendelâs mother. Thereâs Robin HoodâŚthereâs the Rollright Stones and StonehengeâŚand in the middle is Saint George slaying a dragon. I made the dragon black, with little white whiskers if you look very closely. And Iâve named him Daemon.â
âTheyâre from the stories I told you,â Aemond says quietly, examining the tapestry. âOn that afternoon back in July. When we took Vhagar out together for the first time.â
âIt must have been memorable.â You smile. âAnd then the border is ivy and roses, mostly green, of courseâŚexcept for one little red rose I added down here in the bottom corner. And thatâsââ
âThatâs you,â Aemond says. âRed like Navarre.â
OBSESSED with the way aegon is basically just getting some basic shit off of the clearance rack at target or some shit, while she took SO MUCH care and put SO MANY DETAILS into aemonds gift
(tbf like homegirl said, its hard to make a personalised gift to someone you dont know much about)
âYes.â Your voice is suddenly wistful, a little sad. âYouâve made me like the sound of that word again.â
âWhat? Navarre?â
You nod. âHushed, gentleâŚâ Reverent? Awed? Protected? Cherished? âLike a prayer. Like a poem.â
âOh, darling,â Alicent says when you sit down beside her at the high table. There are sprigs of holly in her hair, but her dark eyes are glazed and melancholy. They often are. Sir Criston Coleâa knight whose family are vassals of the Duke of Hightowerâis her shadow, peering watchfully around the Great Hall. âBe sure to eat plenty of boarâŚand breadâŚvery good for the baby. But no fish! And not too many vegetables. Here, let me get you some of your apple ciderâŚâ Alicent waves to a servant, and they promptly fetch you a full cup.
alicent...hun...here eat lots of meat NO VEGGIES AND HERE LETS GET YOU SOMEÂ POISONÂ APPLE CIDER
nah she ik she means well, but girlđđ
Surely sheâd inflict more damage than either of Rhaenyraâs docile, dark-haired sons, like skittish lapdogs always looking around for someone to tell them where itâs alright to sit.
you always drag those strong boys so elegantly, yet savagely at the same time and IM LIVING FOR IT đđ
Far from the table, in the midst of dancing nobles, Daemon and Rhaenyra are enmeshed in whispers and caresses: he tilts up her chin, she grasps the small of his back. You feel a yearning, a hollowness beneath where your ribs circle your heart and lungs like a halo. Without thinking, you glance to Aemond. Heâs been looking at you too; he pretends he wasnât and begins sawing through a slab of boar meat with a serrated knife.Â
THE WAY SHE AUTOMATICALLY SEARCHED OUT AEMOND AFTER WATCHING THE DAEMYRA PDA AND YEARNING FOR THAT SORTA INTIMACY WITH SOMEONE
AND THE WAY AEMOND IS ALREADY LOOKING AT HER
ALSO LMAO AEMOND PRETENDING HE WASNT, BOY AINT SLICK
âSweetheart, will you dance with me?â Queen Alicent asks Nico, who immediately leaps up from her chair.
âOf course, Your Majesty! It would be my pleasure. Itâs a shame that the king cannot join us. It must be difficult having a husband so much older than you are. Nearly your fatherâs age!â
Everyone at the table stops what theyâre doing and gapes at her.
SCREAMIIIIIIIIIIIIING
NICO IS SUCH A SAVAGE I LOVE HER YOU TELL THAT ROTTING PIECE OF SHIT WHAT YOU REALLY THINK
ALSO THE REACTIONS? RECORD SCRATCH, TIME FREEZE FUCKING PRICELESS
As Nico and Queen Alicent descend to join the dance, you remain where you are, where you always are: on the outskirts, inside the glass bowl. But not for much longer, you think gratefully, running your palm over the swell of your belly.
i really like nico, but its def very bittersweet to watch how much freedom she gets and how differently people treat her, the same people that hardly treat princess with basic human decency and treat her as worthless till she can provide a kid
You eat as much as you can, but you donât have much of an appetite. Your hips and ankles ache, your body forever adjusting to a never-before-known burden; there is torsion like a sailorâs knot in your lower spine. When the discomfort refuses to abate, you excuse yourself from the table and make slow, meandering laps around the fringes of the Great Hall, draining cup after cup of apple cider as servants bring them to you. The Duke of Hightower casts you a stern warning of a frown before he resumes wrangling Aegon. Aemond, still at the high table talking to Daeron, follows you with one intent blue eye.
ughhh i KNEW miscarriage was pending AND TO SEE HER DRAIN CUP AFTER CUP OF THE VERY THING THAT PUT HER IN THAT POSITION AND NOT BEING ABLE TO DO ANYTHING WAS SO FRUSTRATIIIIINGÂ
ALSO THE WAY AEMOND FOLLOWS HER AROUND WITH HIS EYE I-
âBut of course, it wouldnât actually be Aegon ruling if the Greens won. It would be OttoâŚand AlicentâŚand Aemond.â
Daemon puts great emphasis on this last name. You turn to him, startled.
âOh, forgive me, have I said something that gets under your skin? OrâŚratherâŚinto it?â
deamon SEES TOO MUCH with his strange deep set eyes and i DO NOT LIKE IT, NOT AT ALL !!!!!!!!!!
(but also, like, if daemond noticed... surely he cant be the only one đ)
âSomeone with parents who have ample soldiers and equipment with which to mutilate you, surely.â
âHelene of Austria.â
âHelene?â The breath evaporates from your lungs, vanishes like brief winter daylight. âThe daughter of the Holy Roman Emperor?â Itâs an immensely powerful match. Itâs a match so ambitious it has rarely even been suggested. You summon triumph to your voice, an arrogant glint to your eyes. âThis is very bad news for you.â
âAnd for you too, I think.â
He knows, you think, terror-stricken, aware you arenât doing enough to hide it. That I desire my husbandâs brother. That I want Aemond. That maybe I even love him. You try to fling some flippant retort at Daemon; you cannot find one, itâs like scratching your fingertips along the bottom of an empty box.Â
helene of austria...
nah shes probably gonna be likeable/hard to hate JUST TO MAKE MY LIFE HARDER LMAO
but im sorry helene ITS NOT PERSONAL , BUT I DISLIKE YOU BY PRINCIPLE, IT CANT BE HELPED
also helene sounds way too much like helaena... i know targs have sTrAnGe customs and all, but i dont think thats gonna work too much in her favour, imagine aemond being reminded of not only the fact that shes not the princess, but also of his sis every time he looks at his possibly future wife...
Victorious, he swigs his wine and begins to saunter away, panting Scottish deerhounds on his heels. And then you call after him: âIt didnât get you far, did it?â
Daemon halts mid-step and slowlyâvery slowlyâturns back to you. âWhat?â
YASSSSSSS QUEEN OBLITERATE HIS ASS
LOVE TO FINALLY SEE PRINCESS GETTING THE UPPER HAND AND THE LAST WORD, HE THOUGHT HE WON AND THE WAY HE FROZE AND SLOWLYYY TURNED BACK WITH A SOFT WHAT?? QUEEN SHIT
Youâve never seen him truly angry before, you realize now; youâve never seen him without the undeniable upper hand. His grip rests on the holt of his sword. âI shouldââ
âGo on,â you dare him in a fierce whisper, your fingers closing around his wrist. âSlay Aegonâs wife and child in front of all the court. Itâs the kindest thing you could do for the Greens. Make yourself more enemies, win us more friends. Everyone suspects that you are a beast already. Prove them right.â
as much as im living for princess destroying daemon im also FUCKIN AFRAID OF THE RETALIATION AND NO, I DONT BELIEVE LOSING THIS KID WILL BE IT... also if it really wasnt personal in the first place, then its interactions like this that have definitely made it personal for daemon
BUT YEAH IM LIVING FOR EVERY SINGLE DAEMON/PRINCESS SPARRING MATCH
Daemon rips his hand out of yours. âHappy Christmas, Navarre,â he hisses. âIf fate is just, it will be your last.â And then he storms away from you, Rhaenyra meeting him at the other end of the hall and speaking with him thereâconspiring? inquiring? scolding?âin urgent whispers.
...sooo was he hoping she would die along with her baby tonight đđđ
âFine.â Helene, you think, rubbing the aching curve of your back with one hand, sipping apple cider with the other. Theyâre both trembling. Beautiful, wealthy, coveted Helene.
EVERY.SINGLE.SIP.SHES.TAKING.AND.IM.READING.IT.LIKE
DROP THE DRINK GIIIIIIIIRL
But you canât hear her, because the pain in your spine is now reaching like poison through veins to spread across your belly, to tighten, to clamp down, to gnash with steel teeth like needles, like knives. Your cup tumbles out of your gasp, spilling apple cider across the floor. You yelp in pure shock at how unexpectedly the pain comes. And then you begin to understand what it means. âNo,â you plead in a whisper. You stagger backwards until you hit the wall. âNo, no, noâŚâ
KNOWING ITS COMING DOESNT MAKE IT HURT ANY LESS
âWhat?â Nico asks frantically. People are beginning to notice; heads spin in your direction. Tears are springing from your eyes. Blood is snaking down your legs, slick and hot on the velveteen inside of your thighs. Soon theyâll all be able to see it: your agony, your ruin. The Greens, the Blacks. The Duke of Hightower, Prince Daemon.
daemons plan all along, im sure
Nico doesnât understand. You donât know how to tell her. Iâve killed another child. Iâve failed again. You can feel Aegon crawling back into your bed. You can see letters from your motherâso proud at last, so full of praiseâshredding themselves into dust. And then it flashes like cannon fire in your mind, not just the loss of an heir but the loss of a life: a name that will never be given, a voice that will never be heard, steps that will never leave imprints in sand or soil or snow.
I have to get out of here. How am I going toâ?
An arm circles around your waist, strong, shielding, taking as much of your weight as it can. âWalk with me,â Aemond says. And then he half-carries you through the nearest door and down a passageway, Nico struggling to keep up, chatter exploding at the feast you left behind.
AEMOND FOR THE RESCUEEEE
As soon as you cross the threshold into your bedchamber, as soon as you are out of sight of ill-intentioned observers, you collapse to the floor. Your palms and knees bruise against wood; a wail tears from your throat. âNot again,â you sob. âAemond, I canât do this again, I canâtââ
Aemond is kneeling on the floor beside you. Heâs helping you pull back the hem of your gown. You see it on his face before you see it on your own skin: thereâs blood, a lot of blood, too much for it to be anything but lethal to the child. Itâs all over his hands and his clothes; itâs all over the floorboards.
this..was very much not how i hoped aemond would get under those skirts for the first time đđđđ¤§đ¤§đ¤§
âI canât!â you cry out, weeping helplessly. Then he stops trying to lift you and instead sinks down to join you on the floor. You clutch wildly at himâat his forearms and his shoulders and his long silvery hairâand he doesnât flinch away. He draws you into him, his hands staining you with blood everywhere they land. You donât care; you donât want him to stop. You bury yourself in the warmth of his chest, his arms around you like the border of the moon, like a ring.
âShh,â he soothes through your hair. âShh, shh. Iâm here. Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry.â
âPlease donât leave me. Please stay.â
âIâll stay,â Aemond says, his voice hoarse. âOf course Iâll stay.â
THIS HURTS SO MUCH but you know.. at least shes finally not going through it all alone đđ¤§
A physician is telling Aemond that the child was a boy, perfect in every way except the one that matters most. He doesnât breathe and never will. Too early, too small, beautiful and doomed.
âDonât tell her that,â Aemond is saying. âDonât tell her anything unless she asks.â
RIP BABY BOY đđđđ¤§đ¤§đ¤§
Now itâs laterâtwo minutes, two hours, it doesnât matterâand heâs dragging someone into your bedchamber. Theyâre fighting him, theyâre trying to cling to the doorframe so he canât force them inside.
âGet in there,â Aemond growls.
Aegon replies:Â âI donât know what to say to her, what the hell do I sayâ?â
NOT AEMOND HAVING TO DRAG HIS ASS TO HER CHAMBERS AND STAND OVER HIM SO HE CAN ACT LIKE A DECENT HUSBAND FOR 5 SECONDS
Now your husband is gone, and Aemond is holding a cool cloth to your forehead. He speaks in little more than a whisper. âTell me what youâre thinking.â
âJust send me back to Navarre,â you say weakly. âI canât do this. Talk to the Duke. Heâll get the marriage annulled. I know he will. He can find another wife for Aegon, another alliance. Heâll be glad to be rid of me.â
âYou arenât going anywhere.â
âIâm ruined. Iâm worthless. Just send me home.â
âYou are home,â Aemond insists.
aemond taking care of her, asking about her thoughts, making me feel all soft inside, but ALSO??!!Â
YOU đđť ARE đđť HOME đđť
SCREAMIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING
You watch the firelight as it flickers over him, smooth skin, brutal scar. âWhat happens next?â
âYouâll try again.â
âThereâs no point, Aemond.â
âLook at me,â he commands, cradling your face with his hands. âYouâll try again. And again, if you have to. But you will have children. I know you will.â
the way this is not the first time hes telling her that shes gonna have children, he knows she will... if i speak đđđ
His voice is breaking. His eye is glistening, tortured. This is how the father should be. This is how Aegon should be. âAemond, why are you so hurt by this?â
âBecause you are suffering,â he says. âAnd because theyâre pieces of you.â
BCOS YOU ARE SUFFERING
AND BCOS THEY ARE PIECES OF YOU
âNo one here really knows me. No one loves me.â
Aemond is standing beside your bed. âNico loves you.â
You gaze listlessly up at him and say nothing.
âAegon loves you, I believe,â Aemond continues, but he wonât meet your eyes. âIn his own way.â
Still, you look at him. Still, Aemond doesnât look back.
Say it, you think, desperate, aching, tears biting in your eyes. Say that you love me too. Even if itâs just as a sister, an ally, a friend. Please, Aemond, just fucking say it.
Ivy. You read his words and all the anguish that went into themâsmudges from his own fingerprints, wayward drips of black inkâlike falling down the rungs of a ladder.
Scream into me, Iâll be the jar for your fury; Iâm starving
for anything that tastes like you. Iâve been counting the lines
on your knuckles, the boards of the floor, wondering if youâve
figured out that Iâd wear fractures and bruises like amethysts
if it means youâd touch me. For seventeen months youâve been
the ivy on my walls, vines like the needle-width legs of a spider
carving out my past, every last notch and shadowâsplitting ribs,
scraping marrowâuntil thereâs no part of me left that can remember
a time other than this, your voice and your wit and the scraps of you
Iâve stitched into me. Ask me what I burn for and Iâll whisper like
the dawn: you growing over my skin until Iâm covered, tendrils
twisting down to the bone, everything I was before
ash and myth beneath your hands.
Now Iâm Covered In You [Chapter 3: Blood Moon]
Series summary: Aemond is a prince of England. You are married to his brother. The Wars of the Roses are about to begin, and you have failed to fulfill your one crucial responsibility: to give the Greens a line of legitimate heirs. Will you survive the demands of your family back in Navarre, the schemes of the Duke of Hightower, the scandals of your dissolute husband, the growing animosity of Daemon TargaryenâŚand your own realization of a forbidden love?
Series title is a lyric from: Ivy by Taylor Swift.
Series warnings: Language, sexual content (18+), dubious consent, miscarriage, pregnancy, childbirth, violence, warfare, murder, alcoholism, sexism, infidelity, illness, death, only vaguely historically accurate, lots of horses!
Word count: 6.2k.
Link to chapter list (and all my writing): HERE.
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âI wish you could join us,â Nico says, almost sulks, snow catching in her hair. Sheâs riding a gorgeous white mare that the Duke of Hightower purchased for her. Heâs in no hurry to gift you a horse. King Viserysâepochs ago, on your wedding day, on the blood-orange July afternoon when you looked into Aegonâs glassy, shadow-ringed eyes and knew exactly what sorts of demons youâd be sharing your life withâonce promised you an Andalucian for each child you gave your husband. He hasnât mentioned it since. Itâs slipped his mind, most likely; thatâs what happens to the kingâs notions that concern the Greens. They stumble around in his skull for a while, find a window, jump from the ledge and free-fall into oblivion.
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#4 chapters in but your girl finally had the good sense to check the lyrics to ivy by ts and i- FUCKING SCREAMIIIIIIING#aemond targaryen x reader#NICIY#series#fav#read#NICIY3#*3 CHAPTERS#can you tell I'm tiiiiired lmaođ
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TSATS SPOILERS!!!
I LOVE SOLANGELO?????
like they are soulmates?? like??? i loved how some lines are very cringe- i loved how many silly jokes there were
learning what happened to Nico the first time on taturus DI ANGELO FAMILY REUNION!!!????IM SO HAPPY NICO GOT TO SAY GOOD BYE TO HIS SISTER AND MOM!!!
also will struggling to under stand the underworld. and then in the end he understood
GOD THE COMING OUT PARTY?? WAS SO FUNNY LIKE THE NYMPHS AMD SYTARS REALLY WENT "okay now how to make this the most dramatic coming out" and threw a picnic -
WILL GIVINH NICO THE COIN BECAUSE AFTER JASON PASSED HE REALIZES HOW FRAGILE LIFE IS!! AND NICO GAVE HIM HIS SKULL RING??!!?!! THEM!!!!
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talk your talk brainrot got me so bad im wearing my nico di angelo skull ring to lizzy mcalpineâs show in san diego tonight. (reading tyt introduced me to her and now look where i am dawg⌠this nico di angelo stuff is SERIOUS!)
KSDJFD OHMYGOD. this is the highest honor wtf!!! im so so so glad that i got to introduce you to her she's such an incredible artist!!! i'm seeing her in two may in san francisco and i am also sooo excitedSLKDF im so glad that you'll get to see her live!!!
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something abt hades passing that skull ring down to bianca and then her passing it down to nico is so mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
#its also not fully cannon but like#hazel saw him wearing a skull ring in the 1940s#and nico said his was a gift from bianca#so either they had matching rings or that one got passed down#bc he wanted bianca to be the child of the prophecy that was the whole point#like he gave it to HER because SHE was supposed to finally get the underworld the respect it deserved#and she couldnât to it and she passed that pressure onto nico#and he kinda did it. just not in the way hades had planned#idk where im going w/ this idk pjo era hades kid drama was so (:(:);$3763):$&;)/():$;;#nico di angelo#bianca di angelo
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