#and nico watches from afar and thinks to himself

[brittany-and-lewis]

something about how lando seemed so much lighter in the post-race interviews and how the weight of the trophy doesn't seem to drown him anymore

something about repaying a debt, for oscar (please understand i understand all you have done for me), for the team (i need to to do this before this debt destroys us, as it almost has a dozen times this season), for himself (i need to do this to look myself in the eyes, i will do this despite the team telling me not to because i need to be able to look at you and feel something other than guilt, i need to do this so i will never be indebted to you again)

and for them, for lando and oscar (i need to do this so i can look at you and feel something other than guilt, guilt for your sacrifice that i ultimately threw away. i need to do this so i'm never in your debt again, so next season and for the rest of our years together they will never say i owe you anything ever again. i need to do this so next year, when you are no longer content with being second, you can't hold this over my head. i need to do this so next season, and the one after that, we begin again. begin anew.)

[myuminji]

Just a comic about two people catching up again [Angel AU]

[ID: A Trigun comic of Wolfwood after his death in Trigun Maximum.

Abbreviated ID: Wolfwood is now an angel with wings and a halo tied to his grave. He cannot be seen or heard by others, but Livio visited his grave and mostly filled him in on the finale, and Wolfwood waits for Vash to show up. When he does, Wolfwood is stunned and worried by his black hair, though he deems Vash fine when he pulls out drinks for them both.

Vash pours the drinks and talks. He confesses that he killed someone and calls himself a coward and the worst, apologizing for being selfish and not saving Wolfwood. Wolfwood angrily shouts that everything was his decision, and Vash is an idiot for blaming himself.

He says that Vash has done so much for Wolfwood and for others, and he calls Vash brave. Vash falls asleep with tears in his eyes, but he seems lighter when he wakes up. Vash leaves, promising to return, and Wolfwood says that he'll "watch him from afar... again." The title is "#1 'What happened to your hair?'". Full ID below readmore in 21 paragraphs.

The comic starts with a dark, noise-filter panel of the Punisher being used as Wolfwood's gravestone, with the quote "Nicholas D. Wolfwood has died" written over it.

Below that is Wolfwood, who has wings and a halo. He sits pensively and narrates, "At least, that's what everyone has come to believe, including me. Yet here I am, still roaming on this damn barren planet... But I wouldn't say I'm quite alive anymore. Since I couldn't feel hunger or thirst like I used to." He thinks, "'Ghost,' like those horror stories was it?"

He narrates over sketchy panels of himself frowning while floating next to his grave and yelling at Livio. "There, are other things I found that fits the term, like how I can't bring myself to far too far from my grave, or how others can't see me at all." We see Livio tearing up and saying "Nico-nii..." while Wolfwood furiously waves his arms and shouts, "I am!! Here!!!!"

Livio is shown speaking with a teary smile while Wolfwood leans against Punisher and listens. Wolfwood says, "Livio is the first and only person I've met so far. And luckily, he was quite a storyteller. I was able to get a grasp of the situation, and its aftermath. And what happened to him in the end."

Livio smiles and says, "It's been three months ever since... But even if we couldn't get ahold of him now, I'm sure he'll come back to you someday." Wolfwood narrates, "—And knowing that idiot, he probably would."

A close-up of Vash's coat in the wind as Wolfwood narrates, "So it didn't come as a surprise to me when he visited my grave. I'd even thought up of things to say when we meet again. Everything was thrown out of the window when he appears, of course. I could vividly remember the one question that burns in my head..."

Wolfwood looks shocked as Vash, hair fully black, waves cheerfully, "Yo! It's been a while, hasn't it? Wolfwood." Below the two floats the question: "#1 'What happened to your hair?'"

Wolfwood sweats, "Spikey, your hair. Doesn't it mean... Are you okay???" Vash smiles sheepishly, "Ah, I hope you're not mad I didn't come sooner, don't haunt me please..." Wolfwood shouts, "That's not the problem right now!!" Vash pulls something out and exclaims, "But look what I got for you!! Alcohol!!!" Wolfwood shouts, "What sort of person do you see me as!?"

Vash excitedly pulls out a bottle and two shot glasses. "It's not the only reason why I'm late, but it did took me a month to hunt this down... I recall you said you wanted to try them, right?" Wolfwood buries his face in his hands and says, "Where the hell are your priorities... You know what, yeah. I'm not gonna ask anymore since you look fine."

Vash smiles a bit tiredly and says, "Hmm,, I'm glad this place hasn't turn to ruins yet~ I've still got lots I need to tell you that's happened out there! And I thought it's better to talk about it with drinks on the side…" He clinks two glasses together. "So, cheers! ..."

He and Wolfwood are both awkwardly silent, and Vash sweats and frowns nervously. Then he pours a glass onto the ground, and Wolfwood furiously shouts, "D'ya really expect me to drink off the ground!? Stupid needle noggin!!!!!"

Vash laughs sheepishly, and he speaks via empty speech bubbles while Wolfwood listens, drinking with a small smile. Vash says, "... And when that happened I..." He drops his gaze and says between long pauses, "I..... When that happened......" Wolfwood watches him seriously as he says, "... Say. Wolfwood, is this how you've felt all the time?"

Vash looks down sadly. "You I see, I... killed someone in the end." He laughs, eyebrows drawn in. "I guess you're right. I am bound to choose someday." He takes another sip, then downs it and falls backwards. "Isn't it funny? That I've called you a coward once for killing... But guess who's the coward now~? It's always been me, isn't it?"

Vash lies on his back and laughs. "... Haha. I wonder if you're laughing too. I really am the worst, aren't I?" Wolfwood looks down as Vash continues, "You've done so much for me, but all I've caused you are troubles. I was selfish, always chasing after my own goals... That you couldn't ask for my help. That I couldn't save you. Just what kind of friend am I?"

Vash scrubs his eyes with an arm and says shakily, "Sorry... Wolfwood... I'm so sorry..." A close-up panel of his mouth shows Wolfwood saying, "... Just so you know--" Expression unimpressed, he exclaims, "There's no way in hell I'm accepting that lousy apology! You drunkard!"

He stands up and seems to kick Vash, who's still on the ground and mostly out of sight. Wolfwood demands, "Why are you even sorry for something like that, huh?? I chose my own path. It was all my decision! How many times do I say it to get it stick in that thick head of yours? Stop. Blaming. Yourself. For the things. You've not done. Idiot! Stupid spikey hair!!"

Vash's face is cut off, but a tear in his eye can be seen as he weakly says, "... oof.. wood..." Wolfwood looks tired and sighs, "... Ha... Don't feel bad about me. Until when will you realise just how much you've done for us? You've done more than enough for me, Needle Noggin."

The perspective zooms out to focus on the sky and two moons, including the fifth moon. Wolfwood's wings and the Punisher can just be seen at the bottom. Wolfwood says, "And you're brave, to go against what you've been taught your whole life. You're not a coward. You faced them until the end. So don't sell yourself short like that next time, okay?" We see Vash's face, smiling with tears in his closed eyes. Wolfwood concludes: "I'll get mad."

Wolfwood narrates, "—He passed out right after for the whole night on the cold ground. I realised how little I could help in the situation." He tries to drape his coat over Vash, sweating, and wonders, "Wouldn't it just pass through ...?"

Time passes, and Vash gets up with a sneeze and rubs his eyes. Wolfwood watches him with his eyebrows raised, and Vash laughs quietly and a bit nervously. Wolfwood narrates, "As if he'd heard my voice, a burden seems to be lifted off his shoulder when he woke up. That, or maybe he'd forgotten what happened last night. He was quick to take his leave right after.

"And so, Vash the Stampede went on a journey with a promise." Vash waves goodbye, turning to leave with his bag in hand. "I'll be sure to bring back more stuff next time!! See you later!" Wolfwood concludes, "While I watch him from afar... again." Wolfwood sits below the Punisher and waves back, saying with bemusement, "Has he never heard the phrase 'do not disturb the death?' He really throws me off..." The title is named, and it says "/ END." End ID]

[link to Image ID reblog post!]

[oldfashioned-lovergirl]

If you’re still taking requests: sebson mistletoe matchmakers, one of those 5+1 things, like they use mistletoe together other drivers and the one time others do it to them

❃ FLUFFCEMBER 2024 ❃

day 12: mistletoe — jenson button x sebastian vettel (+ webbonso, brocedes, maxiel)

note: happy christmas everybody!! thank you for the request! btw, i will probably reduce the days becuse 1 i have not that many fanfic ideas 2 december is coming to an end and 3 sadly i have to study for my exams. but keep the requests coming :) i’ll do my best to fulfil them. ps: mark sneak in the pic but it does give the idea of a christmas party. i also couldn’t think of 5 couples from the old grid so i’ll give you 3 lmao hope it’s enough. i enjoyed writing this A LOT.

fluffcember masterlist | main masterlist

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

That year drivers’ dinner was organized in a big villa. The atmosphere was beautiful, everyone was having fun. But you know what was funnier?. Jenson and Sebastian’s plan to pull a prank on the other drivers by mysteriously making appear a mistletoe above their heads. After all, what’s better than playing matchmakers?

The first pair they wanted to fall in their trap were obviously Mark and Fernando. Not only because those two were dancing around each other for years by now, but also because they were undoubtedly the easiest target, assuming that two people who became extremely touchy at any given time would be the most likely to kiss. Their assumption revealed itself, in fact, correct.

It wasn’t even that difficult: the two of them were already talking together in a side of the room. All it took was for Jenson to hang the mistletoe above them with a broom handle while Sebastian proceeded to distract them.

The two friends, as expected, weren’t very pleased with Seb interrupting their conversation, and they quickly dismissed him by ignoring him.

“They really wanted alone time.” Sebastian stated with a smirk on his face, once he was back to Jenson.

“Well, let’s see how it plays out. But not from here.” Jenson took Sebastian by his arm and pulled him in the hallway, from where they would’ve had a better visual.

Just as planned, Mark’s head bumped into the mistletoe, and both of them looked upwards. Fernando’s face turned to a shade of red once he understood the situation.

“Oh.” Mark’s eyes were back on Fernando, who was trying his best to find something else to look at. “I haven’t seen many mistletoes around, we must have ended up under the only one.”

“Si, I guess.” The Spaniard was clearly wishing he could dig a grave for himself in the floor. A small grave would have been enough for his size, he wouldn’t take that much to make it.

The taller man seemed uncomfortable too, but overall more collected. “Should we follow the tradition? I mean, if you’re in for it, of course.”

Fernando blushed even more if possible, but nodded nonetheless. “It’s just a tradition, after all.”

Mark didn’t let himself be told twice. He leaned down and pressed his lips on his friend’s. Fernando welcomed the kiss, holding him by his shoulder, while the Aussie’s hands fell down to grab his snatched waist.

Jenson and Sebastian exchanged an accomplice look. That was the sign for them to continue with their mission. It suddenly got extremely fun.

Their next target were the two inseparable best friends, because what was funnier than threaten to break a sexual tension lasting years with a Christmas kiss?

This time was even easier to place them right where they wanted. They hung up the mistletoe in the isolated hallway they have been. Jenson then began a conversation with Nico, subtly leading him in that direction, while Sebastian did the same with Lewis. Once they were all together in the designed spot, Jenson and Seb found a way out and left the two alone, under the infamous plant. They sat on a table where they could watch them from afar without being seen.

It was quite frustrating at the beginning, since those two didn’t seem to realize where they happened to be, too busy doe-eyeing each other. That, until a berry fell on Lewis’ shoulder.

“I can’t believe they really put mistletoes around here.” said Nico, picking up the berry from the Brit’s suit.

“That must be why Mark and Fernando were passionately making out before.”

Nico chuckled, remembering the sight. “Care to imitate them?”

Lewis froze suddenly. He was never out of words, but in that moment he really couldn’t find anything meaningful to say, so he just stayed silent.

“What? You don’t think your masculinity can handle it?” Nico teased him, stepping forward to cancel the empty space between them. “Or you’d rather take it and use it to kiss some pretty girl?”

Lewis didn’t believe there could ever exist a girl prettier than Nico. “Is it a challenge?” And God knew how much he loved challenges.

“I don’t know, would you accept it?”

Lewis took Nico’s face in his hand and pulled him in a kiss.

Seb gave Jenson the high five. It was proving all easier than expected.

They decided to have a drink or two before concentrating on their next victims.

“I must say I didn’t think it would’ve gone so smooth. Why is everyone tonight so fucking horny?” Sebastian said in a softer tone, careful not to be heard by anyone but his accomplice, and they both shared a laugh.

“Look,” Jenson got closer to his friend “tell me he’s not dying to kiss Verstappen from the moment he stepped in this place tonight.” He pointed discreetly at Daniel Ricciardo, sat in a table not too far from them, who was too centered on keeping his eyes on Max to hear what they were saying.

The two appeared in front of the poor boy, blocking his sight. Jenson initiated the talk. “Hey mate, how you doing?”

Daniel snapped instantly back to reality. “Oh. Good, thank you. I was just–“

“Yeah, we know.” Seb stopped him, saving him the awkwardness, then took a mistletoe out of their secret mistletoes bag and handled it to him. “We could have done it for you, but we thought it was more fun if you’d do it yourself.”

The young Aussie looked at the little plant, then at them, a bit confused. Then his big brown eyes widened and his lips parted in realization.

“Max.” Daniel greeted him, after finally finding the courage to approach him.

The boy was sipping casually on his drink. He smiled as soon as he saw his teammate. “Hi Danny. Are you having fun?”

The RedBull driver tried to keep the conversation going until he took the decision: it was finally time to shoot his shot. He sneakily dropped the mistletoe without being seen by his friend, then he slyly dropped down his eyes. “Oh, look. It must have fallen from the ceiling.”

Max frowned, then picked it up and scanned it, turning it around in his hands. “It doesn’t surprise me. Those two are hanging these damn things around since they arrived. Such a childish tradition.”

“Do you think it’s childish?” asked Daniel, finding it hard to hide the disappointed tone. He was usually able to easily break the tension by saying something funny, but in that moment he found himself out of jokes.

“I mean,” Max tucked his hair behind his ear, letting his nervousness shine through. “They’re like the cat and the fox, playing matchmakers, and now everyone is making out. We don’t want them to fool us too, right? Not that I don’t want to kiss you, but– Wait, sorry I didn’t mean it like–” he sighed and shook is head “What am I saying? Sorry, I’m being so bad with words. I just–”

His nonsense rumblings were interrupted when Daniel silenced him with a kiss. Max stiffened at first, but when his friend’s hand found his, he relaxed and kissed him back.

Sebastian and Jenson were watching them satisfied, sipping their second drink. Their game then succeeded most of the times for another hour. At least until they accidentally left their mistletoes bag in a corner of the room to go to the bathroom, and when they were back, it wasn’t there anymore.

“I knew we shouldn’t have gone at the same time.”

So smart of them. “Maybe someone picked it up thinking it was theirs.”

They asked around, but no one seemed to have seen it.

“Has someone lost a navy bag?” Nico Rosberg’s voice resounded suddenly among the people.

“It’s ours!” The two quickly approached the Mercedes driver, soon realizing he wasn’t alone. Lewis was with him, and also Max. And Daniel. And Mark with Fernando. Oh.

The Spaniard had his arms crossed. “I think I’ve seen it there.” He pointed to a door.

Seb and Jenson wasted no time and ran in the said direction. It didn’t take them very much to notice that they ended up in a room full of mistletoes, all hanging from the roof, from the walls, scattered on the floor and all over the furniture. The door closed behind them.

“I think they caught us.” Jenson commented, looking around. The other drivers’ laughters echoed from afar.

“Very perceptive of you.” Sebastian couldn’t help an amused smile.

“We kinda had it coming.” The Brit turned towards him.

“Kinda?” Seb shrugged. “It was inevitable.” His eyes met the other man’s ones, and betrayed his feelings. He couldn’t hide them anymore. “So, what shall we do?”

Jenson tilted his head a bit, his intentions so obvious, so readable on his face. He stepped closer and closer, forcing the other driver to back up against a wall. “Well, it would be very hypocritical of us to avoid the trend at this point.”

“I think so too.” The German’s gaze dropped to his lips.

Jenson trapped him by leaning on the wall with one hand. “May I?” His voice was low and his breathe heavy.

“Don’t worry, you don’t need your British manners with me.”

They smashed their lips together. They explored each other’s mouths, savouring each other’s taste. Sebastian’s hands held him close by behind his neck, while Jenson’s found a way down his body.

When they broke the kiss, they were breathless. Sebastian’s blue doe eyes were still fixated on the other man’s lips. “You know, I think I saw a mistletoe in my hotel room too.”

Jenson chuckled.

[wakkoroni]

Nico being happy headcanons

Nico and Will going on walks while holding hands and laughing at joke Will made.

Nico happily making a gift for Will (it’s probably something sweet like a card or something

Will and Nico having fun in the camp lake and throwing sand at each other and laughing their ass off

Percy and Annabeth watching Nico be happy from afar and smiling because of how much Nico improved mentally since the death of his sister

Mr.D making sure he isn’t too happy. I headcanon Nico can be manic because idk I just do

Nico having fun with his friends and genuinely enjoying himself

Side note: the seven being unnerved when they heard him laugh for the first time

I think that’s all I got so far but just- Nico being happy, okay? He deserves to be happy

[drewsbuzzcut]

August Sipped Away Like A Bottle Of Wine

nico hischier x hughes!sister

warnings: slight angst, alcohol consumption

You first met Nico this summer as he was invited to spend the summer at the lake house as your brother’s guest. When you reached out to shake his hand, you swore you could feel electricity pulse in his palm and run through your body. His eyes are dark and chocolatey, something you’ve been dying to swim in.

The whole summer has been full of secret looks and small talk, you both spent the majority of the summer getting a feel of each other from afar. However, somewhere in between those small moments, you’ve gotten quite close. Never getting too close to one another, though, wanting to avoid any tension it’d cause with your older brothers.

You sneak glances at each other from across the backyard, feeling everything pass by as time stops between just the two of you. You feel the blistering sun on your back as you lay out to tan. Nico is hanging out with some of the others vacationing at the lake house, but his eyes never stray too far from you. It’s your 21st birthday, also known as the closing of your summer as you’re headed back to New York for school. Your heart hurts knowing you won’t be close to Nico anymore.

When your thoughts start to become too much, and the sun adds to your oncoming headache, you get up to head to the outside shower, needing to rinse off. You feel his eyes follow your movements, it creates pockets of tension that the others around you notice, but don’t think much of.

Stepping into the small cabin and turning the warm water on, you slip out of your bikini. The water feels refreshing on your sun kissed skin.

“Y/n,” you hear Nico’s accent and it pulls you in like a siren song. The sounds of the water dripping and laughter gets drowned out. Your heart thundering and Nico’s smooth voice are the only things you hear. You can feel the butterflies fluttering around just thinking of the mere fact that he’s standing behind the other side of the door.

“Yeah?” You answer, trying to hide the shrill of your voice.

While you wait for his answer you ring out the excess water from your hair and slip your bikini back on, knowing that you’re about to comply with whatever he asks. Your rinse is basically for nothing. Oh well. At least he can get a good look at you when you step out.

“Are you almost done?” You hear him ask. You don’t answer, you just take a deep breath and throw on your best doe eyes.

You open the door, making Nico look up at you. His eyes widen seeing you walking out in your red bathing suit that doesn’t cover much.

“Hey, captain,” you greet, using the nickname that makes his blush flare on his cheeks down to his neck.

You start to fiddle with the ties on the back of your bikini top, tying them securely. It makes Nico blush harder. He looks down with a small grin adorning his face, his hand scratching at the back of his neck to distract himself.

“Join me in beer pong?” He asks, his hand pressing gently on your back and about to bring you under his arm. His smile is shy and his eyes are pleading.

You stay still, not daring to touch him if you’re under the watchful eyes of your three brothers.

“Where are my brothers?” You watch Nico’s smile falter and almost bring him into your arms as an apology.

“They went to the store for something,” he says and you immediately wrap your arm around his waist. His hand falls on the top of your shoulder and you have the strong urge to crawl inside his skin and hide forever.

You take a few turns tossing the ping pong ball, and pouting each time you have to drink beer. Nico just grins at you while also landing his shots in your opponents’ cup after saying he will make it in just for you. You both joke around quietly, his words only for your ears as he leans down close to you, arm tight around your neck and your hand rests on his abdomen. If anyone notices your closeness, they don’t say a word.

Your fun dwindles down once your brothers join the game, unknowingly pulling you away from Nico. Instead of cheerful hugs in Nico’s arms, you let the hot day take you up to your room for the rest of the day. You decide to let yourself sulk about the fact that you will never have Nico the way you want. He most likely doesn’t reciprocate your feelings. Even if he does, you don’t think Jack would like the idea of you dating his captain.

You only step out for your birthday cake, wishing for Nico when you blow out your candles. It’s sad, honestly.

When the sun dips down and the stars come out, you hear a soft knock on your door. Nico waits for you in the dim light of the hallway and you yearn to cuddle into him as he’s wearing the softest looking sweatpants you’ve ever seen.

“Where did you go? I haven’t seen you all night,” he starts.

“It got too crowded, I needed some time to myself,” you explain.

“Want to join me outside. We can stargaze on the dock… and share this bottle of wine,” he attempts to persuade you, but you don’t need persuasion.

“You had me at stargaze,” you lie, knowing that he had you the moment you opened your door.

Outside you both sit in silence and just watch the stars, taking sips of wine every now and then.

“What’s on your mind?” He questions.

“I’m sad. This time of year is always sad,” you whisper a half truth.

“Why? It’s your birthday, shouldn’t you be happy?”

“Yes, but it’s also when I have to leave this place. I love it here. I love the summer- especially this summer,” you answer, trying to keep your tears from welling in your eyes. You feel dramatic for the way you feel. Your frustration starts to bubble and fester.

Nico seems to notice, so he caresses your cheek in his large hand. You feel your heart pause at the contact, not expecting it but desperately wanting it.

“Jack isn’t too far from you. You know he wouldn’t mind you visiting,” he tries to comfort you.

“Yeah, I know. I can’t come visit him, though. I can’t,” you say, not wanting him to know he’s the reason why you will not be visiting Jack. It’s too painful to be around him while fighting what you’re feeling.

“Yes, you can. Y/n, don’t not let yourself be happy. You always need your family,” he tries to get through to you.

“I know I’ll always have my family.”

I don’t have you.

You stop the conversation after that. You stare at the lake, the stars reflect off the dark expanse of the water, and you reflect off Nico’s eyes. You look back at him, expecting him to look away but he doesn’t. Your shoulders are pressed together, your hands start to seek out the other’s, and your eyes eventually gravitate to his lips. You think he might lean in but you force yourself to pull away before he has the chance to pull away.

“I think I should go to bed. I have to finish packing tomorrow,” you mutter, hastily getting up and walking away.

“Wait, y/n,” he says, walking after you.

“Goodnight, Nico,” you avoid his calls.

“Y/n.”

You keep walking.

“Y/n, please wait,” you feel like the dock takes miles to reach the back door.

You’re about to make it off the dock when you feel a large hand wrap around your stomach, pulling your body into his. For the moment you melt into his hold, but then you remember why you’re walking away.

“Nico, I’m tired,” you say, no fight behind your words.

“No, I don’t want this night to end. I don’t want this to end,” he says, turning you around so you’re staring into his eyes.

His hands land on the sides of your face, yours viscerally go to rest on his chest. You stare into those dark brown eyes of his, finally getting your chance of that deep dive you’ve been wanting.

You can feel yourself start to pull away, not wanting any false hope, but his hands fly to the small of your back to bring you right back into him. You shake your head, making yourself look away from him. You don’t see the frown lining his features, or the want that fills up his eyes while yours fill with unshed tears. His hand hooks under your jaw, bringing your lips to his. At first you feel like you’re dreaming, but when your soft lips slot with his slightly chapped ones and you feel yourself become lighter, you know you’re not dreaming.

“Cap,” you say slowly, waiting for the second shoe to drop, but it doesn’t. He shakes his head, eyes boring into yours, and brings your lips back to his. The firm weight of his lips on yours is pleasant just as the weight of his hands on your hips is delicious. The bitter taste of wine on his sweet tongue when it passionately explores your mouth makes your knees weak. It makes you want more.

Everything about him makes you want more. The way he kisses you hotly, but his hands roam your body gently and with respect.

The way his heart pounds for you and you only.

The way his body melts into yours.

The way you both have to force yourselves away from each other, too consumed by each other’s presence and the feelings they bring forth.

The slight tickle from his stubble lingers on your skin. Just the way the sweet smell of your shampoo hangs around his nose. Your soft, angel-like skin stays imprinted in his senses, and his accent plays on repeat in your ears.

That night stays on your mind every night after. Even 7 months later as you pack your bag for spring break, going to visit your brother Jack, you still think about the way Nico kissed every romantic poem and exclamation into your soul. You think about how that night was the last time you talked to him or touched him.

a/n: My first nico fic! I’m kinda excited for this and I hope y’all enjoy!

[pjohoo-reclists]

The Lightning Thief Era Rec List

In light of the first season of the PJO TV Show coming out and the flood of new fanfics that followed, here's a list of fic recs over 5k that are set in that time period. The corresponding list with fic recs under 5k is here (link TBD). These fics do not contain spoilers for the later books/seasons.

The Love of the Sea by amythestusmoon

G | 6.5k | Complete

Sally Jackson/Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson

Pre-The Lightning Thief, Family Bonding, Protective Poseidon

Poseidon knew, deep down, the moment his child was conceived. Could feel the spark of it, the way he had for millennia before. Could feel the sea reaching for its newest progeny. This child would be strong, it knew it. He knew it. It had to be. He had brought a curse upon it for his own selfishness, and he knew one brother, at least, would punish the child for his broken oath as well. When Perseus was born, Poseidon felt it spark in his heart. He felt the currents of the sea around him dance, rejoicing with him.

leaving like a father (running like water) by avesy

G | 6.6k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Sally Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson

Family angst, Pre-The Lightning Thief, Good Parent Poseidon

After fathering a forbidden child, Poseidon is forced to watch Percy grow up from afar. No matter how painful the distance is, there is an endless list of those who would want to harm him—monsters and gods alike—and Poseidon knows he needs to keep him separate from that world for as long as possible. But when Zeus’ Master BoIt is stolen and Percy has become the prime suspect, Poseidon quickly finds that he can no longer outrun Fate.

Across the Hall by Deerlie_03

T | 7.8k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson

POV Outsider, Percy Jackson needs a hug, Pre-The Lightning Thief

The lives of the Jackson family pre-The Lightning Thief as told by a mortal neighbour who wants nothing but the best for the young woman who recently moved in across the hall, pregnant and without anybody in her life, and her unborn son

Neon Lights Verse by rycbarm123

T | 11k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Triton, Percy Jackson & Hermes

Seafam, background abusive Gabe Ugliano, Murder

Percy has a very bad, no good life after his stepfather enters the picture. It goes from bad to worse, and no one is in his corner. Thing is, he also apparently has a whole other side of his family he didn't know about.

Of Storms and Bloodlines by inkncoffee

G | 13k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon

Canon Compliant, Father-son Relationship, Bonding with Animals

When people thought of Poseidon they thought of the sea; Poseidon, Lord of the Seas, Commander of the Waves, the Stormbringer. Upon consideration they would add Earthshaker, for catastrophic events such as earthquakes were hard to forget. Few remembered, however, that Poseidon was also Lord of the Horses. Stormbringer and Earthshaker tended to squeeze that one out. Percy had been able to talk to horses for as long as he could remember. He liked to think he understood them. Although he's not entirely sure why the new stallion thinks he's its foal. Poseidon is not jealous that Percy thinks a horse makes a better father figure than himself. At all.

forbidden things have a secret charm by phoenix_flying

T | 18k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Alabaster Torrington

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Good Luke Castellan, Book 1: The Lightning Thief

That was his first day at Camp Half-Blood. He wished he’d known how briefly he would get to enjoy his new home. OR percys days at camp half blood but different

bring the forgotten dawn by poisedwalrus

G | 22k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Grover Underwood, Percy Jackson & Nico di Angelo

Time Travel, Unreliable Narrator, Annabeth is ready to kill a god

“What is it?” Grover asks, “What’s with that weird look on your face?” “Just trying to figure out if turning me in will get us enough bounty money to buy our way to LA.” Percy says, craning his neck towards the news van. “We are not turning you in to the police.” Grover presses his head back into the alleyway. “Why not?” Percy says. They could use a bit of cash. “You guys can just break me out afterwards, right?” Annabeth looks like she’s considering it. “No, guys,” Grover says. “No.” If Percy has to spend the rest of his life cleaning up after the gods, then he might as well start from the beginning.

The Trade AU by Triscribe

T | 29k | Last Updated March 14, 2024

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Thalia Grace, Luke Castellan & Annabeth Chase & Thalia Grace

Poseidon loves Percy, Protective Thalia Grace, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

“Thalia Grace,” said the man, the god, as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. “Your father has just killed someone I cared very deeply for. I’m here to make certain he doesn’t do it again." Shit. Before Thalia or Luke or Grover could react, the god reached behind him, and pulled out- -a kid. A little kid, no bigger than Annabeth. A boy with curly blonde hair, and red-rimmed eyes, who stared at the four of them with the sort of dazed expression that belonged on people just rescued from the wreckage of natural disasters.

Trading Tomorrow by Darkmagyk, loosingletters

T | 44k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Luke Castellan, Percy Jackson/Annabeth Chase, Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase

Time Travel, Quests, Brotherhood

Percy Jackson arrives at Camp Half-Blood bruised and bleeding, with the knowledge that he's the son of a god and his mother is dead. His little display with the Minotaur has caught the attention of the camp. But he’s not sure it is good attention, yet. Only the Hermes Cabin's not-quite Co-counselor Theseus, ‘call me Theo,’ doesn't treat him like a fascinating zoo exhibit. Which would be a relief, except he looks exactly like Percy: same green eyes, same trouble making smile, same black hair. The only differences are the fact that Theo is six years older, covered in battle scars, and the black tattoo on his arm. A trident and the letters SPQR. Theo is eighteen, powerful, and unclaimed. And his resemblance to Percy could set a dangerous precedent.

The Constriction in Breathing Air by DustShattersLikeGlass

G | 51k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson, Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase & Grover Underwood

Smart Percy Jackson, The gods like Percy, BAMF Percy Jackson

New York was doused in rain. A category five hurricane touched down out at sea. An underwater earthquake followed; tectonic plates shifted; water was sucked away from the shorelines. Warnings were sent to surrounding coastal cities. A hospital in Manhattan remained unaffected. There was no panic in the air and a bubble of safety around the building. Nurses chatted as they worked, talked about the rain, talked about the storm, talked about the beautiful, haunting newborn in room 316 whose heart worriedly stuttered anytime he was away from his mother. The room was quiet. The mother slept. The baby, born too late for mortals but too early for anything else, was awake, staring at the ceiling from his cocoon of wires and blankets. A drop of water ran from the faucet, and as it hit the sink it formed. A Greek God, ancient and old, powerful and wild, condensed into the form of a mortal. He looked fondly on the woman, before stepping to the cradle and looking down at his son. Cresting waves met the depths. “Hello Perseus,” Poseidon, the Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses, rumbled, his voice layered with blessings and ancient rites. “Welcome to the world, μικρός μου Πρίγκιπας των Θαλασσών.”

Stolen Lightning by undeath230

M | 64k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Thalia Grace, Percy Jackson & Luke Castellan, Thalia Grace & Luke Castellan

Competent Chiron, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, BAMF Thalia Grace

Percy Jackson thought he was a normal kid. That was until one fateful day at a museum changed his life permanently. He wasn't sure about it at first, but now he is. He definitely didn't want to be a half-blood.

Son of the Sea God by KeeganageeK

G | 102k | Complete

Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase & Grover Underwood, Percy Jackson & Poseidon, Percy Jackson & Sally Jackson

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Percy raised by Poseidon, Powerful Percy Jackson

In one world, Poseidon offers to build Sally Jackson a palace under the sea. When she refuses, Sally is left to raise her son by herself in the mortal realm. But what if there was another way? In a different world, Poseidon cannot bring himself to leave his new family and stays to raise his son, Perseus Jackson. Now Percy faces a war between the gods, a new camp with new people, and a quest all the while keeping his past a secret.

[huntingrays]

“My stomach’s all in knots

You got the one thing that I want”

—

Leo was used to jealousy.

For so much of Leo’s life, he dealt with jealousy. During the quest of the seven, he could recall feeling jealous of every single member. He was jealous of Percy’s perfection, Annabeth’s intelligence, Frank’s skill, Hazel’s kindness, Piper’s relationship with Jason, and Jason’s everything. When you feel inadequate in every way, it’s only common to look at those around you and wish you could pick them for parts. He wanted to scrap their very being and use those bits of them for himself. He wanted to take out his faulty qualities and replace them. He wanted what they had.

So, he knew and understood jealousy very well. He and the feeling were old friends. Well, maybe friends wasn’t the right word. He didn’t like jealousy so he didn’t think friends was the best comparison. Jealous was like his toxic ex-boyfriend. That sounded better. He was so used to jealousy and it kept coming back, even when he didn’t want it to.

Leo knew about jealousy, but he wasn’t used to it feeling like this.

He stared from afar at the two figures. They were pressed together, talking and laughing with each other. He watched them and felt the sour, burning feeling eat him away.

He watched a hand play with dark strands of hair. He watched a blond head of hair lean against the other. He watched blue and brown eyes meet each other. He watched two teens laugh, their worries being eased away.

It was strange how Leo was invulnerable to the heat and damage from fire but that didn’t stop the burning in his gut.

He realized that the feeling wasn’t quite jealous. It was more like… envy.

It was a mix of the two.

It was sadly comical how two people could have such striking similarities but end up in completely different places. The Fates must have loved making demigods that reflected each other and then seeing how differently they could affect their futures.

Leo tried to do the right thing. He thought he could save someone and save himself at the same time. The only thing that he managed to do was fuck everything up. He messed with fate and realized he wasn’t as loved as he thought. He returned and was met with punches and kicks instead of the hugs he wanted - the affection he needed.

He wondered how this was fair. He wondered if he deserved what he got.

He watched the two demigods, bitterness and envy clawing at his heart.

How was any of this fair? They both suffered in their life, so why did Leo get left behind? Why did all his actions come back to bite him? Why did he act to go through so much only to wind up with nothing?

Why did Nico get to end up happy when all Leo got was suffering? Why did he get a good partner? Why did he get a community of people who loved him? Why did he finally get to be happy and heal? Why?

Why did he get to end up with the blond-haired, blue-eyed boy of his dreams? Why did he get a loving, supportive boyfriend when all Leo got was survivor’s guilt?

He wasn’t sure. Maybe there was some greater reason, some karmic debt he had to pay off. Maybe he was simply the new punching bag of The Fates. Maybe he was just unlucky.

He didn’t know. He didn’t know and he didn’t want to find out.

He watched the boys and wished, not for the first time, that he could have what they did. He wished Jason and he could’ve had the fate they did.

[thisfeelslike-iykyk]

ahh i love your writing so much!!! are requests open?? if so id love to request more ethan nakamura >_< maybe a piece about the reader comforting him after the war? (au where he survives ofc) but honestly i wouldnt mind anything lol

loser ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

ethan nakamura x reader backtrack: "loser", bigbang inspiration: you!

in the days following the battle of manhattan, ethan nakamura was sent to the infirmary and visitors were banned from seeing him. this was probably for good reason--you bet that if campers had unrestricted access to ethan, they’d descend upon him with swords and arrows and finish off what kronos couldn’t do. unfortunately, this also meant you couldn’t see ethan at all. you didn’t even know if you necessarily wanted to see him--just thinking of him made your heart ache--but there was something that compelled you toward the big house every day, standing outside and staring through the windows at the infirmary beds lined with the injured. you often had to be dragged away from the big house porch.

after about a week, ethan was discharged from the infirmary. you now often saw him wandering around camp by himself, trying to keep his head down and avoiding eye contact with everyone. he had nobody; none of his friends from the hermes cabin were talking to him, luke was dead, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything except watch from afar. if it wasn’t for you warning the naiads to keep an eye on him, you were sure he would’ve drowned himself already.

you and ethan had so much history. you had been friends for years before everything went to tartarus. you had been the only one ethan confided in when he was feeling angry or upset about the gods. you had been the one to hold him when he had nightmares, to sing softly to him until he fell into a restless sleep. you had known before everyone else that he was planning to betray camp, to join luke and kronos. you had begged him not to go, but he hadn’t listened. you had spent hours tossing and turning in your bed, unable to sleep as your mind danced over all the memories you and ethan shared. you were the best of friends, the worst of enemies, and maybe even something more. and it had been you, in the throne room, who sang to ethan to snap him out of his kronos-induced brainwashed state. you had, essentially, saved his life. and you were miserable. you couldn’t help but feel like you had just reduced ethan to a life of being ostracized and hated; it would take months, if not years, for people to forgive him, if they even would.

maybe it’s your past together that made you so determined to stay with him. you saw how pale his face was; the bags under his eyes were dark purple, and he never showed up to campfire singalongs anymore. you couldn’t remember the last time you saw him smile.

about a month after the battle of manhattan, annabeth started building the new cabins. hades was the first; nico was more than happy to help out with some of the exterior and interior designing. cabin fourteen was for iris, cabin fifteen for hypnos. the design of these cabins were also both heavily influenced by butch and clovis, two respective sons of the gods whom the cabins were built for.

“[name],” annabeth called after you one morning as you headed to archery with your cabin. you turned around to see her clutching a folder and a bunch of paper in hand. she showed you the top piece of paper; it was a blueprint design for a cabin. “I’m designing nemesis’s cabin. do you think ethan would want to . . . you know?”

you noticed her nose crinkle a little as she said his name. you couldn’t blame her though. ethan had, after all, stabbed her with a poisoned knife. but the blueprint looked amazing; it was everything ethan had told you he dreamed of for his own cabin. “this is great, annabeth,” you gushed. “I’m sure ethan would love it. and I can ask him, but honestly. . .”

she understood right away. “sure,” she said. “no pressure.”

now, campers weren’t necessarily supposed to go into cabins that weren’t their own. you silently prayed that hermes would forgive you this one time as you made your way to cabin eleven, footsteps feeling heavier the closer you got. your breathing quickened, and your heart started thumping faster. you didn’t know why you were so nervous to finally talk to ethan. this isn’t about you, you tried to tell yourself. ethan’s cabin is finally being built and you’re just here to tell him.

ethan was right where you knew he’d be; sitting on the couch in the hermes cabin (because he didn’t have a bed, only a sleeping bag on the floor) and staring forlornly out the window, facing away from you. you watched him look sad for several minutes, barely controlling your shaky breathing. your fingers were trembling, you realized, and you squeezed your hands into fists to try to get them to stop. taking a deep breath, you cleared your throat. “if you stay cooped up here forever, you’re going to miss the construction of your cabin.”

he startled a little at your voice, before slowly turning to look at you. “what?” he muttered tiredly, face scrunched up in confusion.

“your cabin,” you repeated. “unless you’d prefer it to be a surprise. but I thought you wanted some sort of say in how the nemesis cabin looks.”

he blinked, an odd emotion crossing his face. you wondered if he was about to cry. “nemesis cabin?” he repeated.

“yeah,” you said. “are you coming?”

he practically jumped off the couch.

ethan practically fainted as he saw the base of the nemesis cabin. his hand reached for yours, pleadingly, desperately searching for something to anchor himself to. you let him grip your arm as he stared at the cabin. his face was pale.

annabeth, to her great credit, actually came over and explained to ethan her plans. she couldn’t hide the disgust or hatred in her eyes, but she actually talked to him nonetheless--you suspected someone like percy had forced her to be civil. she asked ethan a few questions about the interior and exterior of the cabin, like what kinds of designs he would like. ethan was too stunned to say anything at first, only nodding numbly, so you stepped in, trying to remember all the things he had once said he dreamed of having: “large mirrors. black floors. scales everywhere. lanterns and torches. am I missing anything, ethan?”

his mouth opened, then closed, his grip on your arm tightening. “uh, no. I don’t think so. thanks, [name]. chase.”

you elbowed him, not super subtly. “annabeth,” ethan corrected hastily.

“hm. yeah.” annabeth looked him up and down, eyes slightly narrowed. “I can do that.” she gave you a polite nod before turning around and walking off.

you were left with ethan, who was still looking dazed at the fact that there was an actual nemesis cabin being built. “what do you think?” you asked finally, a little nervously.

“I’m such a loser,” he muttered, rubbing his hand over his face. “such a loser. [name]--”

“about time you realized.” you tried to make your voice light and playful. “don’t worry too much, ethan. you’re getting your cabin, after all.” you didn’t know how else to comfort him.

he blinked slowly, and you were shocked to see tears glistening in his eyes. “I wasn’t thinking--I never should have--”

you quickly shushed him, dragging him away from the construction site and toward the lake. you shooed away the naiads so the two of you could have a little privacy. you reach up and hastily brush tears away from ethan’s pale, cold face. “I know you feel guilty, ethan. you can see it on your face. it’ll be okay, all right? it’ll be fine. everything will work out. you did what was right in the end.”

he was shaking a little now, so you quickly took his hands in yours, pulling him closer to you. he clung tightly to you, as if you were the first person who has ever been kind to him. perhaps you really were. you lost track of time as the two of you stood on the dock hugging, years of memories and words unsaid passing between the two of you. presently you ran your hands through his hair, whispering comforting words to him. “it’ll be okay,” you tell him. “the war is over now. you’re safe. you did the right thing. I knew you would come back to me; I saw the good in you from the beginning.”

you didn’t even know if ethan heard or processed a word you said. all you knew was that with every whisper from your lips, his grip on you tightened, as if you were the most precious thing in the world that he could never bear to let go of.

there would be plenty more time for the two of you in the future. there would be words exchanged, fights and laughter and blasts from the past so intense and dark you might not make it out. but right now, as the two of you stood there, you were the only ones in the world. right now, this was all you needed. this was enough.

the first request I've received! thank you for loving my writing and for requesting, and I hope this met your expectations!

divider by @enchanthings

taglist: @loveinalocket, @raysmayhem-72

[olivernothere]

NAME: Oliver Castellioa Solace-Di Angelo

ALIAS: Ollie, Ol, Olive Tree (sigh), Olive (ONLY Iggy)

AGE: 16 years old, 6th of January

WEAPON(S): A dagger made out of celestial bronze, 20 centimeters

POWER(S): He can enter peoples dreams, and watch what’s happening from afar. He can also change their dreams to however he’d like, this tends to drain him very much though.

PERSONALITY: He’s a bit rude and cold, sometimes shy, in the start, but if you get to know him, he’ll warm up. Once you know him, he’ll be the most caring person, he’s a bit loud sometimes, he’s a little overprotective of his family, even though hems the youngest, he ignores rude comments and such in public, he doesn’t know how to say no, so you never really know if he wants something or not. He’s REALLY scared of adults (sometimes even Will and Nico), and WILL call them sir, miss, ma’am, etc., he can and will sometimes isolate himself from everyone if he’s having one of his “episodes”.

FATAL FLAW: Thinking that he’ll never be good enough for anyone and it’s why his mother disowned him

HOBBIES: I like to paint, mostly landscapes and such, sometimes I write poems I guess? Oh and I love to spend time with my cat, is that considered a hobby?

FAMILY: Nico Di Angelo (Papa), William Andrew Solace (Dad), Daphne Naria Solace-Di Angelo (Sister), Hades (Grandfather), Maria Di Angelo (Grandmother), Apollo (Grandfather), Naromi Solace (Grandmother), Morpheus (Father A stranger to me.), Allison Castellioa (Mother Who is this?)

People I know (!!):

FAMILY:

@ghost-king-and-thebones - Nico Di Angelo, my wonderful papa!! <3

@daffy-not-a-duck - Daphne Naria Solace-Di Angelo, my lovely sister!! (STAY AWAY FROM EPHIE)

@doctor-sunshine-andcarebears - William Andrew Solace, my awesome dad!!!

@drea-and-nico - Andrea and Nicolas Lilith, Children of Hades, my aunt and uncle, but Drea is like a sister to me

@iggy-mini-miny-moe - Ignis Grace, a child of Jason Grace and Leo Valdez, my boyfriend fjbfjgbekd<33, DON'T let him near bleach

FRIENDS:

@chasing-that-jackson - Charlotte Sally Chase-Jackson, a child of Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase, please stop dying

@ineedtoescapefromreality - Echo and Rosalyn Mclean, children of Piper Mclean and Shel

@hey-guys-its-sam - Samantha Zhang, a child of Frank Zhang and Hazel Levesque

@violent-cinnamonroll - Aria Nicole La Rue, a child of Clarisse La Rue and Silena Baeuregard

@notwillingtobefound - William Valdez, a child of Jason Grace and Leo Valdez, Iggy’s brother

@not-a-panda - Pandora Stoll, a child if Travis Stoll amd Katie Gardner, she has a cute cat!!

@morningstar-of-the-night - Kallisto Danica Arrelano-Grace, a child of Reyna Ramirez-Arellano and Thalia Grace

@daredevil-larue - Lucine La Rue, a child of Clarisse La Rue and Silena Beauregard

@overwhelmingly-his-son - Lukas Castellan, a grandchild of May Castellan, he's cool

@the-poison-and-the-sky - Belladonna Chase-Jackson, a child of Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase-Jackson, from another Universe

@praetor-ambrose-asher - Ambrose Asher, a legacy of Primordial Khaos

ADULTS I KNOW:

@leo-repairguy-valdez - Leo Valdez, father to Iggs and William, married (?) to Jason Grace

@percy-jackson-xxx - Perseus Jackson, father to Charlie and Cassie, married to Annabeth Chase

@sincerely-anniejackson - Annabeth Chase-Jackson, mother to Charlie and Cassie, married to Perseus Jackson

ACC IS RAN BY: @moonssong

Tags:

#Oliver arrived - In character Oliver

#Oliver died - ooc

#Ephie supremacy - About his cat

#Oliver rants - something random ic Oliver

#Sister tag☀️ - When he interacts with his sister

#Death and fire - Oliver and Iggy (They’re shipped)

[bwoahtastic]

The random idea just screams Brocedes no matter in which angle I see it! And what if Nico was ever more beautiful after the breakup, but has always kept single after even with all the attention he was getting? He/she (depends if it’s rule 63 or omegaverse), always believed they’ll be end game, but if its not, since Lewis was in a relationship, and even got the other girl/omega pregnant, then maybe it’s enough to just watch from afar, nvm the fact that he/she’s hurting. Consider it her/his penance for whatever went down between them, fully accepting and acknowledging his/her part in the conflict. Maybe she/he even a have a baby of her/his own when they met again, but it’s through surrogacy or something? 🥹

Oh pls! Somehow I think it would fit omega nico better? He blames himself for not being ready to have pups, for not giving the alpha what is considered his duty but he just couldn't put a pup in this world when he is not fully ready to be a momma. But he knows how much Lewis wants to be a dad and he hates keeping Lewis back, and then 2016 happens and it all just tears apart so painfully...

Nico blaming himself like crazy and not really settling down, watching as Lewis gets together with another omega (George? Max?) And torturing himself just pushing away anyone who could love him...

Maybe he dates jenson for a bit and the alpha is so kind and understanding, but also isn't stupid and can see there is only person nico really wants and knows that nico will never agree to mate him even if Jenson loves him so fucking much

Nico and Lewis being out of contact for a long time and by the time they truly meet again, and by that time Nico is having a pup through surrogacy or adopting a little one (or pregnant with a little Button oopsie baby but she is managing to push past her fears with Jenson's help, whether they are together still or just friends). Lewis being so unsure about how to act and how to deal with it, and finally understanding what nico went through before 😭

[g0thnico]

Part 2 of the story I started in English

sorry for the delay, or not. Maybe sorry this has a sequel, writing in English is something new for me

Part 1 if you haven't seen

When his shift was over, Nico was ready to go when he changed out of his uniform into regular clothes and grabbed his bag. He left the store expecting nothing more than to get home and sleep for the next whole week, He jumped back when he saw green eyes waiting for him at the entrance.

"Oh, shi—" Nico gritted his teeth so he wouldn't swear so loudly in front of his crush-client, then took a deep breath and started talking: "uhm, hi."

"Hi." He smiled.

Nico was wondering about many things while enjoying that cheerful beauty. His adorably crooked teeth, the way his eyes closed when he smiled, and most of all, your cheeks reddened with shyness— wait, shyness?

Noticing that they were both silently staring at each other, Nico decided to ask:

"Do you always wait for people when they leave work?" He laughed lightly at the comment, and Nico controlled himself not to melt over it.

"Actually, you are the first."

"What do you owe me the honor for being your first time?" Nico instantly regretted what he said, and his face heated up too quickly to be healthy. Luckily, his client didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he's hiding it very well.

"Well... I wanted to know if you wanted to go out sometime." It took him a while to figure out what was going on, but when he finally responded:

"Yes, why not?" They stared at each other for a long time when the realization came to Nico.

"Actually, I don't know if I can."

Concerned, the man tilted his head, his eyes asking a question.

Will would never forgive me.

"It's better not, sorry." Without leaving room for arguments, he tried to escape when his arm was grabbed.

"Wait—" the customer didn't seem to be waiting when, the moment his arm was grabbed, Nico stopped and turned back to the conversation.

"Can you at least get my number?”

After seconds of pondering, he finally concluded: "It's okay, I accept your number."

Nico watched as he pulled a pen from his pocket and held Nico's hand so he could write better. When he felt the soft hands warm his naturally cold ones, he realized he was giving that up for his idiot co-worker.

I have to be a really nice guy, he thought miserably.

"By the way, my name is Percy."

Percy smiled.

"Nico." Nico returned it.

He could have spent the whole day there, smiling, holding Percy's hand, and staring at the mini blue particles in his eyes, but instead he was interrupted by a phone call.

"Sorry, I have to go." Despite wanting to grab him like a koala and never let go, he just waved and turned to go on his way, but not before hearing from afar a murmur: "...She's going to kill me..."

He didn't care, when Percy was far enough away, Nico, with a frown never seen before, took out his cell phone and started calling Will.

On the third ring, he answered.

"I hate you."

"What did I do this time?" He certainly didn't take his words seriously, considering the sarcasm in his voice. He was probably already used to it.

"I rejected the pretty boy you talk to every day." Silence. For a second, he thought the call had dropped.

"What?"

"I reject—"

"I understand." Despite being uncomfortable being interrupted, he let Will finish. "Why would you do that? You seemed happy when he said he wanted to know if you were single."

"I am."

"So?"

"Did you think I would go over your feelings and steal him for myself?"

"... You don't?"

"No?"

"Was that a question or an answer?"

"Answer."

"But if I tried to keep him while you wanted him too, wouldn't I be doing the same thing you didn't want to do?"

"Yes, but it's different because I warned you before."

"But that's not fair to you, who wants him, and not to him, who wants you."

"He can like you too."

"Nico, just do what you think will make you happy, if I had any chance, he would flirt with me, not you."

"You must be right."

"This is new."

"I need to go, thanks for not getting mad."

"Yeah, yeah, just don't cry."

It was a relief when Nico's shoulders rested, and he finally sat down in a seat on the subway, just wanting to get home as quickly as possible after a long day of work. To be partially remunerated at the end of the month.

Some elderly women stared at him as he put his face in his hands and sighed a little too loudly.

I need a vacation.

[cocrante]

I Start Over With You

[SOLANGELO FANFIC]

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

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[CHAPTER 6]

THEY HAD ALMOST REACHED THE MIDDLE OF THE LAKE when they found themselves capsized in the water.

Nico had been telling him that his arm muscles were sore and he felt like his legs were jelly. Will insisted that he just had to tough it out, that they wanted to reach the other side of the lake. The movements of their arms slowly began to become more and more uncoordinated, and instead of using his legs to push himself forward, Nico thought of using only his shoulders, leaning towards the edge of the boat and inevitably tilting it over completely.

Both ended up soaking wet, followed by the laughter of the nymphs who had seen the scene from afar, then disappearing underwater.

The two boys resurfaced, gasping for breath, with their wet hair falling over their eyes. Neither of them said anything, they just stared at each other in silence before bursting into a lively and contagious laughter. Will ran a hand over his forehead, pushing back his no longer perfect curls that were falling over his eyes. Nico did the same, tucking his hair behind his ears. "Can you swim?" asked Will. Nico nodded, his muscles still hurting quite a bit, but he felt he could still swim a few meters freestyle. "But what about the boat?" he asked, pointing to the capsized boat. Will looked at it, shrugging his shoulders a second later. "A Nymph will take care of it" he said, looking towards an unspecified point in the lake.

The boys swam stroke after stroke until they reached the point where they could touch the bottom and walk the rest of the way, with curious eyes watching them. "By the way, di Angelo, I took a shower this morning" Will said, squeezing the water out of his hair, which was wet all the way down his back. "I already said I'm sorry!" exclaimed Nico dramatically, wringing water from the edges of his shirt. "You actually didn't" Will said seriously, smiling the next moment. "Well, pretend I did" Nico said, looking at Will with a stern expression, wiping droplets from his face and masking a laugh behind his hand. Will rolled his eyes, huffing as if he were really annoyed.

They then made their way back to camp together, with everyone's eyes on them, pointing and chuckling as they passed by. "I'll try to come to the infirmary later" Nico promised. "I'll be waiting you" Will said, breaking into a radiant smile. "See you later!" he exclaimed, heading in the opposite direction to his cabin, with Will following behind, waving as he went to his own cabin to take another shower and change.

In his cabin, Will took a part of the morning that he was supposed to spend with Nico to get himself together. He wiped his face with a towel after finishing his shower, carefully patting down his hair, which was starting to curl up from the steam. He spent a few minutes in front of the mirror, looking at his reflection, thinking about the brief morning he had spent with Nico and the delicate compliment he had received. He quickly got dressed, using the towel to dry his hair. He left the bathroom ready to face a whole day at the infirmary, organizing the inventory in preparation for the end of another year at camp and preparing new infusions. Just as he was closing the bathroom door behind him, a cheerful and sunny Austin entered the cabin. "Was the water warm?" he asked, unable to contain his laughter, dragging Will along with him. "I see the news has already spread" commented Will, looking for his orange flip-flops. "Of course!" confirmed his brother, lying down on his own bed, taking out his iPod to find a song by Bo Diddley. "So, you and di Angelo…" he said suggestively. "Me and Nico what?" asked Will, not understanding where the boy was going with this. "Come on, Will, you're always glued to him" continued Austin, finding the song he was looking for. "So what?" he asked, laughing. Austin huffed, rolling his eyes. "There's nothing going on" he said. "We're just friends" he added quickly. "If you say so—" smiled Austin, putting an earphone in his ear. "That's it" confirmed quickly Will, unable to suppress a slight grimace. "I have to go, don't make a mess" he said, leaving the cabin with Austin waving goodbye.

In cabin 13, Nico had just finished resting after a long shower. He had spent the time under the warm shower head reflecting on the morning spent with Will, the empty feeling in his stomach that didn't leave him even for a moment when he was alone in the boat with him, the easy laughter he caused, and above all that strange feeling of just feeling like a normal boy in his presence. In his room, he started polishing his sword, which he had once again left in the cabin. He hadn't really touched it for a long time, except for the training sessions in the arena. He didn't miss fighting against monsters, he wasn't really excited about it, and maybe because he knew where all those souls that would be reborn were headed. At the thought, a cold shiver ran down his back, he hated going back to that horrible place in his mind. He desperately wanted to forget it, just like he had forgotten everything that had happened before. He sighed, focusing on the weapon in his hand, pulling it up by the hilt and holding it up to the light. He tied it to his belt, leaving the cabin and heading straight to the arena.

Noticing that Jason hadn't arrived yet, Nico was quite surprised. There were still some guys struggling with their training, many of whom were freshmen who had arrived during the year. Some were around Nico's age when he first came to the camp, while others seemed to be slightly older. They fought brilliantly, considering there hadn't been much time to train the new demigods. The boy stepped aside, sitting on a parapet to watch the groups practicing hitting the dummies or dueling in pairs. He wasn't staring at any particular group, but rather watching them all, fascinated and curious about the techniques and strategies they had in mind. He remembered that he too would have loved to learn those techniques instead of learning how to survive on his own in the company of a talkative ghost who recalled the glorious moments of his life at night. "What are you thinking about?" asked a boy who had just sat down next to Nico. The boy shrugged, coming out of his bitter memories. "Nothing in particular" he replied. Jason nodded, pretending to believe it. Nico had always been a great mystery, impenetrable, as if his feelings were locked inside a safe and no one had a way to get in. "I heard about the lake" Jason changed the subject. "Nice dive, by the way" he added, not masking his irony. Nico nodded at the joke, avoiding replying. "Do you want to go?" he asked, pointing to the slowly emptying field. "I'll follow you!" exclaimed Jason, following Nico into the semi-deserted arena. "No aerial acrobatics" Nico said, laying down some rules. "No skeletons" Jason hurriedly added. "Everything else is fair game" Nico concluded with a sinister smile, shaking Jason's hand as if they had just signed a contract.

Both drew their swords, leaving a bit of space between them, waiting for someone to make the first move. They looked at each other in the eyes, studying each other's faces, trying to understand what was going through their opponent's mind. In Nico's opinion, his challenger was not easy to read at all. He had received a different kind of training, made up of rules and strategies. However, Nico could also say that he had a good set of strategies that had saved him more than once in hand-to-hand combat when he wandered alone in the outside world. They moved slowly, Jason was tense, hoping that Nico would make the first move, yet he was still there, impassive. He tried to study him to understand his tactics, but it was like reading a blank sheet of paper. He decided to launch himself against Nico, who blocked the blow with his blade. He responded to the attack by turning in the opposite direction from where he had defended himself, intending to hit him sideways, making him step back. The two blades clashed fiercely, one blow being parried after another. Nico dodged another attack, hitting Jason's blade with the flat part of his own, forcing it down. It all seemed too simple; it would take just one elbow strike to put Jason on the ground. Jason, who had understood Nico's plan, slid his sword to the side, making him step back. "Nice move, Grace" he complimented his friend, who had caught him off guard with that move so fast that he hadn't even realized it. "You haven't seen anything yet" Nico replied, going towards him and forcing him to defend himself. He parried every blow he received, but had to step back with each attack. Nico tried to think of multiple solutions simultaneously, knowing that he couldn't sidestep because Jason would have anticipated him, and he couldn't keep retreating either. He clenched his jaw, finding no other alternative than to reciprocate with a new attack. He struck a low blow, which Jason quickly parried, exposing himself. Nico took advantage of this to hit him on the side, at arm height. Jason parried, stepping back in turn. Nico had him in his grasp by now. The boy approached, and Jason could only defend himself. Nico attacked a few more times before using the last of his strength to strike from the opposite side, making the sword fly out of Jason's hands. "I think I won" said Nico, pointing the tip of his sword at Jason's throat. "I declare myself defeated" he said with a smile, raising his hands in surrender.

Nico sheathed his sword and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. "Nice duel" Jason said, picking up the sword and transforming it into a coin. "But you were slow to intercept that strike. If it were a real fight, you would have had a serious hemorrhage" he commented, twirling the coin between his fingers. "I know, I thought you were going to aim for my hand with the sword" Nico explained, grabbing a water bottle. "That's what I wanted you to think" Jason explained, catching the bottle Nico had thrown at him. "But you were outstanding. I didn't even see the sword when you made that fake move!" he exclaimed sincerely surprised. Nico smiled, that move had saved him more than once when he wasn't safe in the field. They continued to talk for a long time about combat techniques, and between breaths, they also learned new moves to use in the next fight. Jason showed him a typical Roman move in slow motion, which he was really proud of. Nico copied the movements, finding it too graceful to be Roman. Then they took turns practicing on a dummy, with Jason and then Nico shouting out what they had to do, to see if they remembered the moves they had just learned. Then the two said goodbye, agreeing to meet at the cafeteria as usual. Both headed to their cabins. Nico took his third shower, changing his clothes once again. Now in the cabin, there were only dirty clothes and only a couple of clean shirts, one of which was from the camp. He put on the other shirt, tidied up the cabin, and piled the dirty laundry in a corner so the harpies could take care of it in the afternoon while he was with Will. From afar, he heard the conch shell sound. Nico was finishing folding the last shirt and putting it in the closet when it sounded. He left the cabin, not realizing how hungry he was until the call sounded. All the demigods headed towards the cafeteria, taking the seats they wanted. To Nico's surprise, Percy was also at his table, and it seemed like he was telling something funny to Jason.

Nico sighed as he walked towards his table. It had been a while since he had seen the darling of the gods, always too busy spending time with the freshmen, telling stories of their exploits, he thought. "Hey! Is the water hot?" the boy asked as soon as he saw him. He always seemed so cheerful, even though he had literally suffered the pains of hell like few others. Nico ran a hand through his hair, the story of the lake was becoming ridiculous. "Boiling" he replied flatly, wanting to end the conversation there. It wasn't the first time someone had flipped over, and it wouldn't be the last. Percy, however, continued to laugh to himself, dragging Jason into the laughter. "Gods! How did it happen?" he asked, genuinely interested in knowing the facts. "Simple, I lost my balance" he replied, fork in hand. The two nodded, understanding the mistake.

"Textbook error" Jason said. "Yeah, you should have kept leveraging with your legs" Percy said, taking a sip of that blue drink. "That's what I did until I stopped feeling them" Nico explained, unable to suppress the smile. "It happens" Percy replied, knowing that Nico had never set foot in the lake before, except when he first arrived at camp; even in that case, he ended up completely inside with a school bus. "Why rowing?" Percy asked after a while. Nico remained silent for a moment, he didn't really know why. "They asked me, I accepted, end of the story" he simply replied, hiding his face behind the goblet. "Will proposed it" Jason intervened, indicating —with a imperceptible nod of his head— the Apollo table. Percy stretched his neck a bit to see the boy. He didn't know him very well, he knew he had become the head of the seventh house after the war against the Titans, a title that had been offered to him by seniority. That sudden memory saddened him a bit, it seemed like yesterday when he had read the prophecy in the attic, going down to the field against the enemies. They had lost so many friends that day, some of whom were not even found. "He's a nice guy" Percy remarked, in short, the classic son of Apollo with tanned skin, blond hair, and blue eyes. Nico, however, didn't understand where he was going with this. "Yes, I guess" he replied, not really sure what kind of turn the conversation was taking. "But we're just friends" he rushed to say, not understanding why people had suddenly gotten strange ideas in their heads. Jason nodded, as if to say—yeah right, as if we believe you "It's true!" Nico exclaimed, hitting him on the arm. "You hurt me!" the boy complained, rubbing the spot where he had been hit. "But stop it" muttered Nico. "I don't know what you've got in your head, since when a boy can't go out with another boy?" that strange and ambiguous situation was bothering him. "You're always together" Jason ventured. "You seem really happy when he's close to you" he said, unable to avoid bending his lips into a smile. Nico simply shrugged, it wasn't false what he was saying, he really liked Will's company, maybe he even liked something else besides the same company. "Yes, so what? It's not the first time I've smiled, it seems like a rare event from the way you talk about it" Nico commented, finding that speech ridiculous. After Nico's sentence, none of the three spoke anymore. Nico was grateful for that silence at his table, yet he felt bitter. He couldn't even explain to himself what absurd emotions he felt for Will, let alone explain them to someone else, but one thing was certain: he felt happy again next to Will.

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ok so this is a series of quotes from the fic I might write titled "their secret lover" which is basically a bunch of scenes about their relationship with Lityerses over time

basically Lit has been in love with both Nico and Will for a while and he goes to the palace for a friendly visit. they end up drinking in Nico and Will's drawing room:

Will was beautiful.  His hair looked a shade darker now that he’d been living in Pluto for a while—not that Lityerses was looking.  Will’s skin was still tan, although it had gotten paler since leaving the southern Juvian sun, but his eyes remained the same brilliant blue.   So maybe Lit was looking. But who could blame him?  Certainly not Will’s husband, who worshiped the ground at Will’s feet.  Nico understood how perfect Will was.  Nico knew what it was like to look into those too-blue eyes and feel like they were pulling you in, in, in—closer, closer, closer.... Then, suddenly, Lit’s lips were on Will’s, kissing him.  And Will— Will kissed back. What was wrong with Lityerses?  Kissing another man’s spouse?  Kissing the prince’s consort, of all people?  He pulled back and looked at the prince, certain that he was going to be thrown out of the room, the palace, the entire duchy if not the country.  Nico reached out a hand and Lityerses thought he was about to be slapped, but instead, the hand cradled his cheek.  Nico wet his lips, staring at Lityerses with lidded eyes, and then— The prince leaned in and kissed Lit, too, like he was stealing back the kiss Lit had placed on Will’s lips. Will pulled Nico back and for a moment, Lityerses thought he was angry, but instead, Will just kissed Nico.  And sitting there between them, watching them—Lityerses wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything more beautiful.   But when Will leaned back towards him, something made Lit pause.  He put his hand on Will’s shoulder.  “Wait,” he said.  “This...we—” “You don’t want to?” Nico asked. Lityerses swallowed.  He wanted nothing more, but forced himself to say, “You’re married.” “That’s alright,” said Will.  “We’ve talked about it.” “About...taking lovers?” Lityerses asked.  “No,” said Nico.  “About you.” “We agreed that should you be interested in either one of us, we would be free to act,” Will said. “I suspected you had feelings for Will, but judging on your reaction to the kiss I gave you, it seems that you may have feelings for us both,” said Nico.  “Or am I wrong?” If only Nico knew—Lityerses had admired Nico from afar ever since his father’s trial.  How could he not, when Nico’s testimony completely shattered his world and built it back up again?  When Lit first met Will, he’d been prepared to hate him out of jealousy, only to end up falling for him, too. “You’re not wrong,” Lityerses said. Nico placed a hand on Lityerses’ chest and gently pushed him against the back of the settee.  “Then, if I may?” he said, climbing on Lityerses’ lap. Lityerses’ throat went too dry to speak, but he nodded, and suddenly Nico was at his lips while Will hung off his side and mouthed at his neck.  “Am I your lover, then?”  Nico smiled and gave an eager nod, but Will put his hand on Nico’s shoulder and gave him a stern look.   “We would like that, but I think that conversation is best left for a time when our heads are more clear,” Will said.  “For now, let’s just...enjoy the moment.”

Lityerses ends up staying the night with Will and Nico in Nico's bedroom, cuddled in between the two of them with Nico sleeping on his chest and Will curled into his side. Will falls asleep first while Nico and Lityerses stay up talking:

“I started having feelings for you after my father’s trial,” Lit admitted. “You mean, when you were offered to me as a consort—” “My father had ulterior motives, but I was genuine,” Lityerses said. “All these years, I thought Will was the only one with a real interest in me.” “Why did you think I agreed to be offered to you?” “At the time, I didn’t think you were any better than your father,” Nico admitted.   Lityerses knew what Nico thought of him back then—and, considering who he’d once been, he couldn’t be blamed—but it still hurt to hear. “Oh,” he said. “But when I got to know you better, I figured you were just doing what was expected of you,” Nico said.  “Or looking for an escape.” “Maybe a bit of the latter,” Lityerses admitted, because he had wanted to escape his father. “I’m sorry I turned you away.” “I’m not,” Lit said.  “Not anymore, at least.  We wouldn’t have Will otherwise.” Beside them, Will snored quietly.  Lityerses brushed his fingers through his blond curls.   “He’s wonderful, isn’t he?” Nico said. “I tried to hate him when we first met,” Lityerses said.  “He was the one who stole you away from me, after all.  But I cooperated with him because I needed his help with the mines, since I knew I’d never get through to you, and...well.  It’s hard not to fall in love with him, isn’t it?  Shame that only made you hate me more.” “I’m so sorry,” Nico whispered.  “I hope you know how ashamed I am of how I acted during that trip.  I was so jealous and immature and I thought I was ready to face your father, but I clearly wasn’t.  The way I treated you and Will and even your sister…it wasn’t right.  I’m sorry.” “It’s in the past, Your Highness,” said Lityerses. Nico’s nose wrinkled.  “Don’t call me that,” he said.  “Not here.  Not when it’s just the three of us.  Call me Nico.” “Nico,” Lityerses repeated, just to feel the name on his tongue. “Lityerses,” Nico answered, then he kissed Lit on the lips.

...

“I was attracted to you the moment we met again in Phrygia, probably,” said Nico.  “You’re very handsome.” Lityerses frowned to himself.  He was reasonably happy with his body, but he wouldn’t have described himself as handsome.  He had a scar across his face that he’d received from a training accident when he was younger, and right then, lying in bed and wearing only linen, everything was on display—the curve of his chest, the slightly too-narrow shoulders, and the width of his hips. “You don’t believe me?” Nico asked. “I believe you,” Lityerses lied. Nico reached out to Lit’s face, but hesitated until Lit leaned forward and allowed Nico’s fingers to touch his scar.  “You didn’t have this when I saw you at the Lotussium.” “I wasn’t the same person back then,” Lit said. The pads of Nico’s fingers traced over Lit’s nose.  “How did it happen?” “Nothing dramatic,” Lit replied.  “Just fencing practice.” His father had always pushed his training hard.  Midas always reasoned that if Lit was going to pretend to be a man, then he must perform masculinity perfectly.  To Lit’s father, his scar was a sign of his failure. “Horrible fencing partner,” Nico muttered.  “They could have taken out your eye!” “Nearly did.” Nico tutted.  “It’s handsome, though.” “Handsome?” “Makes you look dangerous and exciting.” “Sorry to disappoint you with such an unexciting story, then.” Nico snorted.  “You could never disappoint me.” Lityerses lowered his eyes.  “Never?” he asked.  “There’s nothing about my body that…dissatisfies you?” For a frightening moment, Nico was silent.  Then he put his fingers under Lit’s chin and leaned in to kiss him. “I’m very pleased with your body,” Nico said.  “Besides, it’s not like I only love your appearance.  I love you.  How could I not fall in love with the man who treats my consort like he’s one of the gods?” Lityerses paused before answering.  “Is that why you love me?” “That’s how it started,” Nico answered.  “I was jealous of you at first, but once I calmed down, I felt like we understood each other.” “How did you tell Will?” Lityerses asked. “Oh, I told him I was attracted to you as soon as I got over my jealousy,” said Nico.  “I was so embarrassed by it, but Will has always told me that attraction is nothing to be ashamed of.  I think that’s why I told him.  I wanted him to reassure me.  But when I fell in love with you, I wasn’t sure how he would respond.  I didn’t say anything until I noticed him blushing around you during one of your visits and I thought…maybe there was a chance he felt the same way I did.  So that night, I confronted him and assured him everything was alright, and we had a good long talk about it.”

then Nico and Lit fall asleep. in the morning, Lit wakes up with a headache (they drank quite a bit the night before). for a moment, he just stares at Nico sleeping on his chest, until Will speaks up and Lit realizes he's not the only one awake:

“He won’t wake up for a while,” Will’s voice said behind him.  “He’d sleep until noon if I let him.” Lityerses rolled onto his back and looked up at Will, who was sitting against the headboard and smiling down at him.   “Good morning,” Will said, closing a book that Lit hadn’t noticed him reading.  He brushed his fingers through Lit’s hair. Lit caught Will’s hand and brought it to his lips, then kissed his knuckles.  “Is this real?” he asked. Will laughed softly.  “I had the same question when I woke up,” he said.  “But that was an hour ago and nothing strange has happened since then, so I’m inclined to believe it’s not a dream.  Shall I convince you?” “Convince me?” Lityerses asked. Will smiled.  “I’m asking if you would like a kiss.” “Without the Prince?” Will tilted his head to the side, but kept smiling.  “Yes,” he said.  “Unless that makes you uncomfortable.” “He won’t mind?” asked Lit. “He’ll be sorry he missed it, but that’s all,” said Will.  “It won’t upset him.” Lit swallowed.  “Alright.  A kiss, then.” Will’s smile widened.  He shifted down the bed, then leaned over Lityerses and pressed their lips together in a chaste kiss. “How are you feeling?” Will asked.  “Headache?” “Gods, yes,” Lityerses said. “Thought you might.  I brought us some water and something from the pharmacy that should help.”  Will opened the curtains of the bed, letting in morning light that burned Lit’s eyes.  He picked up his book and stepped out of the bed, returning a moment later with a cup of water.  “I’ve added a few drops of medicine to this, so drink the whole thing.”  “You are a gift,” said Lityerses. Will’s face split into a grin.  “I do my best,” he said. “I love you,” Lityerses said, because he could. The smile on Will’s face wavered, then came back brighter than ever.  He leaned down and kissed Lit, then whispered, “I love you, too.”

...

“I fell for Nico first,” Lityerses said.  “How could I not fall for the boy who turned my world upside down at my father’s trial?  It was that or hate him, and my heart made that decision for me.” “That long ago?” Will asked. “Well, I suppose it came and went.  I had some hope when my father tried to match me with him as a potential suitor, but he turned me away.  And then it came back again when I heard you would be visiting Phrygia for the first time.  I thought I was going to hate you, but how could I?  You were too perfect.  By the time you left the city, I was in love with you, too.” “I fell for you more slowly, but I think it must have started the moment we met,” Will said.  “I felt like I was betraying Nico when I realized I was in love with you.  I knew he was insecure about our friendship, so loving you felt like I was taking his trust and throwing it in his face.  But he could tell I had feelings for you, and he told me it was alright.”

Nico eventually wakes up and the three of them talk about what to do next:

“Nico and I are in agreement.  We wish we could take you as a husband, but we can’t.  The next best thing would be to make you an official courtesan—that would make you part of our household.  Unfortunately, such things are frowned upon in Pluto, and it would hurt your reputation as much as it would hurt the royal family’s.  With support for Nico being so low, we don’t know that that would be a wise decision.  Another option is that you could be our secret lover.  That…certainly isn’t ideal, but it would leave you with more freedom and our reputations would be spared.  We’d have to hide, but we’d have each other.  Or, we can do nothing.  We can just hold on to these memories without acting on our feelings.” Lityerses looked between the two of them.  “Then it sounds like there’s only one real option,” he said.  “We’ll have to keep this secret.  I can’t give up either of you knowing that you’d have me if you could.”

time skip! now Lee and Michael are dead! Midas is aware that Lit is friends with Will and the prince, but not that Lit is in a relationship with them. he tries to take advantage of their friendship sometimes. when Lee and Michael die, Midas sends Lit to Divitia to seduce Nico while Will is still in Diana:

“With the Prince’s husband in mourning, we are presented with a unique opportunity,” Midas said. Spouse, Lityerses wanted to correct, but he held his tongue. “Opportunity?” he said instead. “I’ve heard talk that the relationship between the Prince and his husband has become strained as of late,” Midas explained.  “You are on good terms with the Prince.  Perhaps it would be appropriate to...comfort him.” “You want me to seduce the Prince,” Lit surmised. “I want you to provide a distraction from his failing marriage.” “You want me to ensure that his marriage fails.” “Well, now.  That would be most unfortunate, wouldn’t it?” Lityerses slowly nodded to his father.  “Yes,” he said.  “I understand.”

...

“And Lityerses?” said Minos.  “I’m sure I don’t need to warn you not to let the Prince know what you are.  You know he’s only interested in men.” Lityerses swallowed his fury before it could get the better of him.  “Yes, father,” he said.

...

Lityerses snorted.  Seducing Nico would be easy.  Seducing him away from Will?  Impossible. 

anyway Lit goes to the palace when he's sent there because why wouldn't he want to see Nico????? also he is worried about Nico and wants to make sure he's ok. Nico just lived through an assassination attempt, two of his brother-in-laws died, and he's alone without his spouse. he also wants to hear from Nico about how Will is doing, and he's worried about their relationship because Nico returned to Divitia without Will. and of course Lit tells Nico about his father's plan as soon as he gets there:

“My father sent me here to seduce you while Will is gone,” Lityerses admitted.  “He wants me to come between the two of you.” “Unfortunately, I’m not in the mood to be seduced,” said Nico.  “But I will take a kiss.”

Nico and Lit discuss Will:

“I have half a mind to send you to him, but I’m not even sure if that’s the right thing to do.” “You need me,” Lit said.  “Will needs his family, not a lover.” “Do you think leaving was the right choice?” Nico asked. Lityerses didn’t know.  A small part of him was angry that Nico had left Will.  A large part was screaming that he should go to Diana himself.  “You’re the Prince—you were needed here,” he said, but he was trying to convince himself of that. Nico shook his head.  “Pluto would have been fine without me.  My parents and sister could have made it work.  I left because Will asked me to.” “He asked you to?” Lit said. “He said he needed to be with his family and I was needed here, but really I think he just couldn’t stand the guilt of looking at me,” Nico said.  “I know he blames me.  He doesn’t want to, but he does.  He blames himself even more.”

Lit writes to Will while staying with Nico:

My father has sent me to the palace to “care for” the Prince, which really means that he wants me to seduce your husband.  I feel obliged to report to you that I have kissed him once, although we both felt disinclined to do anything else in your absence.

and Will replies with the least-depressed letter he's sent so far:

I confess that I am a bit jealous that Nico has you and I do not—although I also feel that I would be disinclined to take full advantage of your presence.  Right now, it’s best that I’m with my family.  Regardless, you have my full permission to seduce my husband.  You should know that you do not need it.

meanwhile, Will's letters to Nico have much less feeling to them:

“I’m losing him,” Nico said.  “I can tell from the tone of his letters.  I’m afraid he’ll never come back and I feel so selfish for being worried about that because I should want what’s best for him and—” “Nico,” said Lityerses, cradling his head in his hands.  “It’s not selfish to want to be loved.” “It is when the person doesn’t love you back.” “Will does love you.” “You didn’t see the way he looked at me.”

Lit feels that it's his duty to hold the two of them together so while with Nico, he does everything he can to do that. just before Will gets back to Divitia, Lit leaves to give them some space. Nico feels that something is terribly wrong between him and Will and writes a desperate letter to Lit asking him to come back. meanwhile, Midas has been under the impression that Lityerses failed in his efforts to seduce Nico and has been disappointed in him:

“The Prince has summoned me back to the palace,” Lit said. “Oh, has he?” said Midas.  “Perhaps your trip was more fruitful than I thought.”

BUT!!!!!!!!!!! BIG BIG DRAMA HERE!!!!!!! since returning to Phrygia, Lit has found evidence that his father ordered the assassination attempt on Nico which resulted in the deaths of Lee and Michael. Lit plans to bring this evidence to Nico and Will and the king. he decides to take Zoe with him. he doesn't want to leave her with Midas because he's worried about her safety:

“I’m taking Zoë with me.” “Why?” Lityerses swallowed.  “The Prince’s consort has returned.  I thought he could examine Zoë’s health while I’m there.” Midas tapped his chin.  Lityerses fought to keep his face neutral. “Good idea,” Midas finally said.  “She will keep him busy while you are working on the Prince.” Lityerses wanted to slap him.  How cold could he be, to see his daughter’s health as a convenient distraction?  “Yes,” Lityerses said.  

Lit doesn't tell Zoe what's going on until they're in the carriage on the way to the palace because he can't risk Midas finding out that he knows he had something to do with the assassination attempt. so he talks to Zoe in the carriage:

“Zoë, there’s something we need to talk about,” said Lityerses.  “Something serious.” “Is it that you’re sleeping with the Prince and his husband?” Lityerses choked.  “W-what?  What gave you the idea that—that I....” Zoë didn’t look impressed.  “I’m not a child anymore,” she said.  “I’ve seen the way the three of you act when father isn’t around.” Lityerses swallowed.  “Then you know why our father can’t know?” “He’d try to use it to his own advantage,” said Zoë.   “Right,” Lityerses said.  “No one can know, understand?  Especially not our father.  He’s...he’s a dangerous man.  That’s what I really wanted to talk to you about.  Why I really brought you with me.  I found something.” “Something worse than the taxing and the conditions in the mines?” she asked. “Something that we can finally get him locked away for,” Lit answered.  “Zoë.  He ordered the hit that killed the Prince’s consort’s brothers.” “What?” said Zoë.  “No.  He couldn’t have.  What does he stand to gain from killing them?” “The targets were the Prince and his consort.  Lee and Michael were killed in a mix-up.” “And with His Highness off his back, he’d be able to run the mines the way he used to,” said Zoë.  “But killing them...it’s so extreme.  Would he really go to those lengths?” “I found evidence to prove it,” Lit said.  “I’m going to the palace to turn him in and deliver that evidence.  I brought you so you wouldn’t be there for the arrest.  We’ll be safe at the royal palace.  As long as he doesn’t realize his letter is missing before tonight....” “And if he does?” Lit swallowed.  “Well, that’s why I told the driver to make it fast.”

anyway, Lit gets to the palace and Nico and Will are both pissed at him for just up and leaving but Lit is like "look I'm sorry but rn we have something more important to talk about" and he gives them the letter he found. they get Hades and Persephone and tell them and Hades immediately orders Midas' arrest.

anyway in the inquest that follows, everybody might find out that Lit is in a relationship with both Nico and Will?

sooooo yeah this is as far as I got!

[wowsnowwhitewell]

Perfect. Is that how he would describe him? Probably. The new son of Zeus camper was absolutely stunning and unlike most of the sons of Zeus. A good different.

Most of Aphrodite's children sent many envious glances, jealous of the attention and admiration that was around the boy. Percy himself was absolutely stunned when he saw Émile entering the camp. He looked a little shy, something that was not common in the first impression of a son of Zeus; but without the lack of a simple smile, so after being claimed and welcomed by his brothers, he was ecstatic.

In recent weeks, Émile has become quite popular. He had a talent in almost everything – Archery, Arts and Crafts, Canoeing, Savings, Crafting magical and valuable tools and weapons. Émile had a lot of dedication and effort, especially with magic, it was one of his strengths – his name was very beautiful, his first and last name. Everything came out perfect and was executed perfectly, he's probably good at almost everything. Since then, Percy has been taken and claimed in several matches, competitions and group missions that Émile was also; Jackson watching him from afar for a while but never talking to him. How can he? Zeus's son was absolutely perfect Almost a Greek god! Body, soul, EVERYTHING (Not to mention, he was rumored to be Zeus's favorite since he was born on the same day as the man. Gods, he was so splendid).

After another day off, Percy finally worked up the courage to go to him.

— "Hey!! Émile Theodore- right!?" Percy called out to the other boy, shyly walking over to him. Émile looked at Poseidon's son, smiling brightly as he slowly stopped his training in the field.

— "Yes, it's Émile. You must be Percy Jackson. Yes. I've heard several events that..you've been quoted and marked, although I never thought I would actually meet you so casually! – you're such a celebrity here Mister Jackson." Émile chuckled weakly, Percy felt his heart flutter with an angry speed, his cheeks flushing a bright red as he returned a smile.

— "Actually, you look like the celebrity around here hehe – even Nico said you were really cool and..stylish! Yep.." Percy chuckled shyly as he admired the other boy's arms. He was very hot and manly sir. What puberty and bisexuality don't do, right?

— "Wow – I could talk to him later..I think Angelo is so impressive too! But, well..it's nice to meet you too Percy! Sparing the conversation with games later? It would be a great second impression, Percy. What do you think?" Percy nodded silently on automatic, his face still flushed like a ripe tomato.

— "This is going to be really cool. Thanks for the introduction, Mister Jackson." Émile winked at the other dark-haired boy from the seas, then walked away and headed towards the showers.

H o l y c r a p. G o d s. Olympus of Heaven- Percy was absolutely desperate and stupid when it came to love.

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🌺❣Émile Theodore Hazel Roumísque💫. That's the full name of my pjo oc! I created him from my head and got from Pinterest a fanart of a handsome black guy😼I just don't know who the artist is, but this is what Émile looks like🤎🧡

[clusterfuck-misc]

ANON ASKS:

can you make general yandere nico di angelo headcanons with an male reader? thanks!

AAAAAAAAAA. NICO’S SO ADORABLE.

I also tried to keep the reader’s cabin as vague as possible, though you can probably assume he’s not Cabin 13, lmao.

(Fun fact; when I took the cabin test, I got Cabin 7. I knew it was either gonna be that, Cabin 9, or Cabin 10. #ApolloCabin4Lyfe, ahaha.)

Yandere Nico di Angelo x Reader

This is in HC format.

The reader is male.

Content warning: light stalking, obsessive behavior, clinginess, lots of PDA, surprise nightly visits, slight manipulation, protectiveness, technical non-consensual elements.

ARCHIVED POST. @clusterfuck-yandere IS MY NEW BLOG.

PLEASE DO NOT SEND REQUESTS ON THIS BLOG.

— His obsession started the second he laid eyes on you.

Call it a sick version of love at first sight.

But he’s completely enamored by how the glow of the campfire reflected off your soft-looking skin, or how your joyful laughter sounded like symphonies in his ears.

His stomach felt like a million butterflies were fluttering in it.

You caught him staring at you at least 5 times that night. Each time, he would look away with a light shade of pink dusting his face.

Don’t get me wrong, you found this guy cute and all, but the staring thing was a little… bizarre.

At one point, Clarisse leaned over to gently (much to your surprise) elbow you in the shoulder.

“Looks like someone’s interested in you, (L/N).”

— He absolutely REFUSES to talk to you.

What, and make a fool out of himself?

Yeah. He’d rather have the earth swallow him whole (and he can actually make that happen).

So, he opts to keep his distance, watching you from afar as you go about your activities.

Training in the arena? He’s watching you from the entrance.

Cleaning the pegasus stables? He’s not too far away in the strawberry fields.

Trying your hand at arts and crafts? He’s peering in through the opening.

Attempting the climbing wall? He’s on the bay of the river looking up at you.

Playing volleyball with friends? He’s peaking at you from behind the Big House.

He’s really good at hiding from you, since he can conceal himself with shadows.

Though sometimes the time of day prevents him from being able to use shadow concealment (damn Apollo and his whole moving-the-sun thing).

So you can usually spot him when it’s around noon.

Was that him dipping behind the arena?

Or standing in the middle of the strawberry fields?

Or peaking into the arts and crafts area?

Or running on the river bay?

Or leaning against the Big House, pretending he’s casually loitering around and not looking at the volleyball game?

Percy always teases you about your not-so-secret admirer.

“Aww. Poor Nico’s too shy. Maybe he needs you to make the first move.”

— Anytime you try to approach him, however, he runs away.

Even if you look in his direction, he’s dashing off to the nearest shaded area so he can disappear.

In fact, if it wasn’t for Percy, you wouldn’t even know the guy’s name.

“Who, Nico? He’s a part of Cabin 13. The only child of Hades in Camp Half Blood.”

Cabin 13, huh?

You decided to pay the gloomy looking cabin a visit.

Kind of looks like a mausoleum, you mentally noted.

After knocking on the cabin door, feint shuffling noises could be heard.

The door slightly creaked open and you could see his onyx eye widen through the crack.

Before you could say anything, though, the door slammed shut.

You waited on the cabin porch, thinking he was just putting on pants or something.

But then you caught sight of someone running from the back of the cabin and towards the Big House.

You did a double take. “NICO??”

Although the figure didn’t look back, you knew it was him from the familiar bomber jacket.

How the hell did he get out the cabin?! It doesn’t even have windows.

“NICO, WAIT!” You started to run after him.

Just as you almost caught up to him, he disappeared under the shadow of the Big House.

“What the—?”

Catching your breath, you frantically looked around for the son of Hades.

Did he just… vanish?

You later learned from Will Solace that children of Hades can shadow-travel.

“Well, that explains a lot,” you groaned, Will laughing as Piper gave you a sympathetic smile.

— The first time he let you approach him was… interesting.

He was walking towards the showers with his bathing supplies when he heard you laughing and carrying on with Percy.

As per usual, he ducked into one of the stalls to observe you, watching as you avoided getting whipped by the other demigod’s towel.

“If that actually didn’t miss, Director D would’ve been so madddddd,” you teased, hair wet from previously taking a shower.

“HA. Director D doesn’t care about our well being,” scoffed Percy. “It’s Chiron that would’ve chewed us out.”

While joking about how Director D just wants a reason to get Percy in trouble, the two of you began to walk towards where Nico was hiding.

He could hear your voices get gradually louder.

So, to make sure you didn’t see him, he backed up further into the shower.

Only he didn’t know the shower had been recently used and there was a puddle of water still present.

Poor Nico slipped and fell on his ass.

“What was that?” “Did someone just fall?”

Before he could process his own horror, you were already standing at the entrance of the shower.

Your face was filled with concern. “Are you alright, man?”

He could only stare up at you with wide eyes.

“He might’ve hit his head,” Percy grimaced from behind you. “Nico, nod yes or no. Are you alright?”

You kneeled in front of him to get a closer look at his face. “Can you hear us?”

He was about to answer.

But then he felt your hand on his face.

It felt like you sent a jolt of electricity through his body (if you’re a child of Zeus, he might’ve actually thought you did).

The feeling of butterflies returned to his stomach as his heart leapt into his throat.

Your hand was warm…

And soft…

Something he hasn’t felt in a while…

He couldn’t help but lean into your touch, though you didn’t seem to notice.

“Gods, he’s burning up,” you exclaimed. “Is that a concussion symptom I don’t know about?”

“I… don’t know,” Percy admitted. “Think we should get him checked out by Chiron?”

Next thing he knew, you were pulling him off of the ground, sending him flying into your chest from the force.

Oh, gods.

His face was practically maroon at that point.

A blissful sigh came from his lips as he hooded his eyes.

He practically melted in your hands.

In fact, he actually did melt in your hands.

You had to resort to manhandling him like he was a rag doll.

“C’mon, Nico,” you prodded. “Try to stand up on your own.”

“He looks so tired,” Percy commented. “Stay awake, man. We don’t know what’s wrong yet.”

Irritation built up in the ravenette as Percy snapped his fingers in front of his face.

Finally, he slapped the son of Poseidon’s hands away with a low grunt.

“Ow,” Percy yelped, holding his stinging hand. “What was that for?!”

“Well, at least he’s kind of awake,” you mused, humor lacing your tone.

Even so, you and Percy hauled him off to the Big House to get him evaluated just in case.

On the way there, Nico could only think about how alive he felt with your touch.

— Ever since then, he’s been clingy as hell.

The first time he actually stood next to you (and not several feet from you), it actually took you by surprise.

You were picking up your fixed sword from the forge when you turned around to see him standing there.

And I mean right there.

Needless to say, you yelped a curse.

“Gods, Nico. Warn a guy!”

By the time you realized, “holy shit, Nico di Angelo is actually standing near me instead of cowering behind a tree,” he dove into your chest and gave you a long lasting hug.

… Huh?

That’s… not like Nico at all.

Awkwardly holding your sword away with one hand and patting his head with the other, you wondered what the hell happened.

Did your godly parent die or something?

… And is he inhaling your scent?

After what felt like hours, he finally let go of you and ran off before you could ask any questions.

“What the hell..?”

Maybe that was his way of thanking you for helping him last night?

You thought it was bizarre, but at least he actually approached you.

Or shadow-travelled behind you. Who knows.

Ever since that strange hug, he’s actually been by your side more often.

Training in the arena? He’s setting up dummies and targets.

Cleaning the pegasus stables? He’s shoveling manure with you.

Trying your hand at arts and crafts? He’s handing you the supplies you need.

Attempting the climbing wall? He’s acting as your spotter just in case.

Playing volleyball with friends? He’s holding your water bottle and actually keeping score.

And you bet your ass he’s going in for hugs any chance he gets.

He likes to nuzzle into you as you sit at the amphitheater, or watch your friends spar with each other, or sitting at the mess hall.

If at least one arm isn’t around him, he practically forces himself into your embrace.

“He’s like a cat demanding your attention,” Will points out.

The way he rubs his head against your side, yeah. He is like a cat.

A very clingy and silent cat wearing heavy metal shirts.

— He still doesn’t speak to you.

No matter how what you say to him, his lips are sealed.

You thought he was mute at first, but Percy assures you that Nico can, in fact, talk.

So you figured he would talk when he was ready.

Anytime you ask him a question, he responds with nodding or shaking his head, shrugging, pointing, or general hand gestures.

He doesn’t even talk to other campers when around you.

And he’s around you almost all the time.

“You know, you don’t have to be shy around me. I’m sure your voice is fine.”

He only shrugs.

It’s not that he’s insecure about his voice or anything, it’s just that he doesn’t feel the need to say anything when he’s around you.

All he needs is your touch and he’s good for life.

Other campers begin to worry if he was giving them the silent treatment.

“Seriously,” Leo whined. “What did I do?!”

You keep having to reassure all of them that Nico just… doesn’t talk when he’s around you.

“It’s nothing personal,” you nervously chuckle. “He’s just… like that.”

“Well, can you make him not like that?! I need him to tell me what work he wants done on his sword!”

“Might have to kidnap him for that,” you joked.

The air was squeezed out of your ribs as Nico clung onto you for dear life.

— He starts to develop a habit of showing up in your bed at night.

Which, to his credit, isn’t the worst habit in the world.

But it’s still a little startling when you wake up in the middle of the night to Nico staring at you in the face.

You’ve woken your cabin-mates up on multiple occasions.

“Nico, you can’t just keep dropping by unannounced like that!!”

He only nuzzled closer into your side.

It’s become an everyday occurrence for you to wake up in the morning and see him still asleep next to you.

He practically lives in your cabin nowadays.

Your cabin-mates constantly ask if you two are dating (a fair question, since friends don’t really sleep together every night).

To which you reply honestly;

“No, but I don’t think Nico knows that…”

One jokes that he’s more of a pet than a boyfriend.

And they’re not really wrong…

— He steals your shirts.

This is also one of the reasons why people think you’re dating.

They’ll notice how the shirt he’s wearing looks awfully familiar to the one you wore at the amphitheater.

Or how the one he sleeps in is identical to the one you said was your favorite months ago.

Or how the shirt you were wearing moments prior is now on him…

You know you’ll want to wear your shirt when he begins to tug at it.

“Nico, I just did the obstacle course…”

He’ll start tugging it off of you.

“Alright! Alright! Give me a—”

He’s practically got the whole shirt over your head at this point.

“Nico—!!”

The little shit will do it at the most inconvenient times, too.

“Wait a second, Nico. You’ll tip the canoe.”

“Now—?! We’re in the middle of a game!”

“I’m trying to fight an empousa right now!!”

No matter what, he gets his way.

Annabeth jokes how he’s a spoiled brat.

“Something like that,” you’ll grumble.

— No one else is allowed to touch you.

And I mean no one.

You’ve been yanked away from high fives.

And guarded from shoulder pats.

Don’t get me started on hugs.

Your godly parent isn’t even allowed to touch you.

You fear that he’ll get incinerated for being disrespectful one day…

“Dearest son, will you please keep your boyfriend in check?”

“He’snotmyboyriendbutyesI’lltrysorryforhisbehavior—”

Clarisse loves to toy with this.

You wish she wouldn’t.

But she does anyway.

“What are you, Cerberus?”

Nico almost caused the ground to swallow her.

“Get your dog a leash, (L/N)!”

It’s an absolute nightmare to deal with when you’re hurt.

“Nico, please. Chiron’s just looking at my leg— NICO, DON’T BITE CHIRON. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU—”

On the flip side, this proves useful while you’re on quests.

You can’t remember the last time a monster has managed to even slightly graze you.

“Must be nice having your very own protector,” Piper sighs as she takes in some ambrosia.

“Just have to find the right obsessive weirdo,” you shrugged as Nico wrapped his limbs around you.

— Overall, he’s not the worst bizarre gremlin out there.

He can manipulate his way into staying by your side, sure…

… and he somehow always gets his way…

But he’s adorable enough that you let it slide.

Besides, it’s kind of hard to put your foot down when he just won’t listen.

“Nico, I don’t think you can come along on this quest…”

He comes along anyway.

“Nico, people are staring… can you not?”

He continues to zip himself up in your jacket… with you still in it.

“Nico— YOU CAN’T COME IN THE SHOWERS WITH ME.”

He climbed on your back like a koala, leaving you no choice (you had to explain to Leo that nothing like that happened after he saw the two of you enter a stall together).

It took a while, but you eventually got used to the parasite that clung onto you a while back.

You know what they say; give an inch, they’ll take a mile…

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

moosh could I ask for headcanons of the Sparda men dancing with their s/o?

I liked how these came out though I'm a bit ify on Dante's part but I hope you like it anyway this one was really fun to do!

Dante 

This is Dante we're talking about of course he loves to dance! It's simple fun that gets your body up and energized and sometimes can just get you up when you're feeling down by just acting dumb for a few minutes - something as Dante's grew with as age something he's learned to stand by.

So when you ask him one slow day at the office, and whenever you ask him at all, he'll always have the biggest grin on his face as he drops whatever he's doing to take your hand into his and pull you whatever dance you like. There doesn't even have to be music playing but it helps and makes things more fun if there's a tiny tune of a record playing throughout the office from his old abused jukebox. 

As you two move along Dante's eyes don't leave you once. He watches your body move bit by bit as you get into your own rhythm and can't help but to find himself entranced. 

Now he can be dorky; with exaggerated movements all around with his hands, hips, feet, and just again all the wacky shit he does when he whips out Faust, but he likes the slow somber dances too. Ones where he can just utterly pull himself away from all his negative thoughts and just wrap his arms around your waist and just sway, nice and slow, side to side. It brings him much peace, especially if you drag your fingers through his hair as well you might get an interesting low purr from him.

Vergil 

Now given his ex taunt in 5, even if his pride and ego heavily mask it, Vergil deep down has passion for dancing. He just finds it rather fascinating how the human body can move, with such elegance, grace, and precision - traits he greatly admires. However, admiring and appreciating an art from afar is one thing, exactly doing said thing...well… let's cut the chase Vergil is just too embarrassed to do such things himself (but yet can do that weeb dance taunt with the Yamato just fine) 

So when you ask him to dance Vergil is caught off guard. Now it's not like he doesn't know how too; his mother made him and Dante take dancing lessons as children after all but...that was a long time ago. But you are his partner, and he is rather weak when you give him those puppy dog eyes… his father damn him. 

Slow dancing is what he agrees to do, something simple and something he convinces himself he won't look like a fool doing, and the given closeness is quite the nice bonus. Soft melodies sing from the old radio as you twirl around your room in smooth calculated steps that Sparda's eldest mentally counts off in his mother's voice in his head before he eventually slowly gets more and more comfortable in your arms and less stiff as he takes lead. 

Soon he's not thinking at all; just staring into your eyes as you look back at him and you hum along to the tune with a gentle smile, one he quickly finds himself returning for the rest of the night. 

Nero

Now like his uncle Nero loves to dance, however, like his father he can get embarrassed by it if around other people. It's fine when it's just a small thing to get a demon's goat as a taunt but around people he knows? His face would most definitely turn several shades of pink all the way to his ears. 

And his face and ears just do that when you ask him to join your little dance session with the jukebox in the van one day while waiting for Nico to be done with repairs outside, with a small dmc 4 trademark Nero nose rub as a bonus. There wasn't much space in the van but you seemed to have plenty of room and more to bounce and move around and more and Nico was outside away from view so…

Again, not that much room but you two find a way. At first he doesn't move much, just tapping his foot to the beat of the music and a small head nod here and there but once you pull him in to join you in your dorky little dance Nero finds himself getting more into it - his move more vibrant as he rocks and grinds along with you and busting out into laughter a few times. 

Once the song hits his favorite part with the guitar he goes 100% for it. He pops off with that air guitar like a true king. He's muttering the lyrics exaggeratedly under his breath that gets you to a point where you stop and wheezing on the floor. The fun seems like it'll never stop until Nico's cackling echoes throughout the van deafening out the music and cutting off Nero's little 'show.' Even though hot red cheeks that covers his whole face as Nero starts demanding to know what's so funny from the cackling woman who has to grab onto something to prevent herself from falling out of the van, underneath his embarrassment, Nero is happy he can just distract himself with everything hell has brought in the world with moments like this to remind himself that even if the world is going through hell he can still have fun in it. And that fun is more the bit sweet when the sound of your laughter in it.

V

Again given V is apart of Vergil and we already discussed Vergil's inner passion for it, of course V loves to dance. However, unlike Vergil, V has absolutely no shame in doing so himself and will find himself doing so rather quite often when his body can handle it.

So when you ask him to join you in your little 'show' in between fights on a job one day, even with you both covered head to toe if demon blood to a point where even red orbs are clinkering and falling to the ground off your clothing with each step, a wide conniving smile appears on those lush fuckable lips of his as he cocks a brow and tosses his cane a bit into the air; telling you to show him what you got.

The whole sight one you covered in blood and just dramatically dancing in the streets like your in a fucking Broadway play gets Griffon absolutely cackling from whatever perch he's on. If you need music; say no more Griffon's fucking enabling this whole thing and providing vocals in his own tone deaf voice. Even Shadow's joining in with her own big kitty dance moves. You just can't help but to giggle out loud at the while situation as V holds your hand and twirls you around - nothing but the sweetest love in his eyes.

Though things do have to end, V is very fragile in general so dancing can take a lot out of him but once the laughter subsides the two of you just hold each other in your embraces. Long slender fingers find their way to you face, cold metal of his rings feeling so inviting on your flesh, before he presses a slow his to the center of your forehead for a long few moments - raven hair even tickling your face. It's in a low voice, one that's barely above a whisper but one you can hear perfectly well as he nuzzles his nose into yours, foreheads locked together. He thanks you for being a light in his old beaten life, after dealing so much a being nothing but a small fraction part of a broken man for so long he appreciates you giving all your love to him and helping him deal with all his issues of the past. He loves you so much and every moment you spend together is so dear to him and he wants nothing more to continue spending all your time in these small moments for the rest of the time you have left together.

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