#doesn’t mean he can’t fantasize about his bestie tho

[spineless-lobster]

I am a firm believer that antilochus is a tier one yearner for achilles. That’s his best friend and you bet your ass he has a massive boycrush on him and he’s helpless to do anything because he knows he has a 0% chance of getting with him. He is third wheeling every interaction he has with patrochilles but he doesn’t care because at least he’s hanging out with his friends and at least he’s close to achilles

[yonemurishiroku]

Immortal Nico di Angelo

Because i’m a sucker for powerful and self-love Nico so here i am fantasizing him being the one and only officially granted Ambassador of Hades

- “My father will hear about this!” Okay ofc Nico doesn’t say that but you HAVE TO admit that it’d be fun if he did.

- Hades offered him immortality after the war of Gaea and i’m all about self-love asexual Nico so no, Solangelo doesn’t happen, nor does any romantic affairs. And Nico’s forever 15.

- Demeter doesn’t like it. The Olympus can suck it up, then.

- Zagreus & Makaria: MY BABY BROTHER!!! *incessant and obnoxious hugs*

- Melinoe: I can’t believe this. (typical sister-brother bickering)

- Persephone is fine. She’s fine.

- Family dinner!!!! Zagreus offers him wine, Nico uses his physical age “I’m underage” to decline and his chronological age when he wants to drink.

- He started working for his father as an Ambassador, especially for the demigod community, which means:

He delivers messages directly from Hades (Hermes likes this because it lightens his workload so that he can go to the Underworld less often).

His appearance represents Hades himself. Nico speaks on behalf of his father to express the Underworld’s opinions and attitude upon current events, which also implies that the Camps should better take whatever he says seriously this time.

Giving judgements and punishments in case someone decided to play with darkness in the name of Hades and shame the Underworld.

Yes he works with other Pantheons too. Bestie with Alex Fierro, honestly. Nico goes on international business trips all the time.

(Hades also takes advantage of this to send Nico to those meetings he doesn’t want to attend. Nico complains all the time tho)

It goes both ways, so Nico also keeps an eye on the surface’s situations too. In case some demigod need help with going to the Underworld, Nico’s aid lessens 99% of the difficulty. If you piss him off tho you’ll still make it to the Underworld, just not the way you’d like.

Sometimes he meets the unclaimed/ lost demigods, he’d offer help and take them to the camps/ respectively shelter. After so many similar incidents, he started recruiting wandering ghosts to work along the satyrs to keep an eye for any new demigods in sight.

- Those duties^ requires Nico to travel a lot around the world and consequently helps him know a bunch of gods from different pantheons as well. His social network is insanely expansive.

- ^ It helps him see more part of the world, more people, more believes and colors of life, which resulted in Nico having learnt the way to accept himself, from which he gains confident as well. SELF-LOVE NICO.

- He helps Jason with building the temples when he’s free enough because srsly, who else knows about the minor gods and can reason with them without being turned to an animal? (No Jason did NOT die i dont know what your talking about he’s still living healthy and happy)

- That one time Nico received a fatal blow even to his immortality, Jason was devastated. But then the guy returned fresh as new because guess what, his godly brother is god of rebirth and Zagreus loves his brother dearly. Jason’s concerns regarding Nico’s penchant for jumping head first into dangers only added up.

- Best quest counselor/ guide ever because of his scary information network & knowledge, but again, his actions are limited due to his title.

- Nico might or might not offer to help (read: incessantly talking and convincing and maybe authority abusing) Lupa with safety regulations guaranteed by zombie workers regarding training the young Roman demigods. Reyna supports his idea, Frank is more than happy, Jason is just relived no one has to go through what he did.

- Nico’s powers grow to be more stable and efficient. Less overexertion. Zagreus and Hades teach him how to use his potentials to the fullest. Now, every shadow is his entrance and exit. Every ghost is his ears and eyes. And Underworld creatures are inclined to obey his commands.

- He uses them to keep tabs of his friends as well (the Seven, Reyna, Bob,…) and makes sure to visit Hazel every month.

- Of course, they age and have children on their own. So he is their badass sarcastic gay Uncle Nico, who - along with their punk Aunt Thalia, somehow magically look the same as the years go by.

“Uncle/ Auntie, why don’t you get old like our parents? What’s your secret?”

Thalia: Hating men.

Nico: Childhood traumas.

Everyone else *covers the children’s ears*: Please stop saying that!!

- He found Bianca’s rebirth, who is a girl with all those same chocolate eyes and black silky hair and freckles, living happily with her new family. Hazel later moves to that city and becomes the girl’s neighbor so that Nico has the chance to talk with her as her son/ brother/ whatever.

- Nico has to take up the strict role for Hazel’s children because really, Frank is too soft and Hazel is both too soft and too terrifying when she’s truly furious so there’s that. He still makes sure not to go too hard on them tho because he dislikes childhood traumas as much as the next person.

His typical technique is like “if you do bad things, the zombies will come out of the closet to scare you.” But again, they all know zombies listen to him and Nico would never hurt them.

Nico *with an obviously loving smile failed to be hidden*: How come my nieces and nephews are not scared of me anymore? How can I discipline you if you’re like this?

He sics the zombies on them a few times.

And another time in class when the children are telling ghost stories and Annabeth and Percy’s kid is like “No it’s not true. My uncle Nico met that guy. He’s super nice.” and they just look at him/her/them like (⊙_⊙).

Percy dies laughing after.

- Nico teaches the children his mother’s Italian lullabies and takes them on a trip to Italy as some sort of “congratulations on making it to be an adult”

- Nico has an apartment in every city he merely resides regularly - enough for frequent business trips - all of which is enchanted with Hades’ blessings to ward off monsters. Ofc Hades bought it for him, because Hades spoils his son even though he doesn’t admit it.

- If Nico doesn’t like you but he doesn’t want to deal with you either, he’ll just send you straight to his dad. Hades is less than thrilled so he’ll just *zip* and you’re gone. (“Why are you—Nico did it again?! I’m Lord of the Underworld, not a trash can!”)

- When Jason does die (by old age, bcuz that’s the only reasonable for that boy to die, no i don’t take criticism), instead of Thanatos reaping his soul, Nico holds his hand, leading him all the way to the door to a new life. They promise to meet again.

“Will we meet again?”

“Well, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise me you will tell me when we do.”

“Of course. And Thalia too, i’ll make sure of that.”

“Okay, i guess… goodbye then.”

“It’s See you later, Jason.”

- Nico eventually finds everyone’s rebirth and he tells those in the Elysium, along with their children, about them.

[the-evil-authoress]

GX Month Day 6: “Going Down With The Ships!”

You know what I’m talking about. We all have an armada parked in the bay, but there’s that one ship, that one ship, that you would die for. Today is all about OTPs and OT3s!

Wanted to do something for Fianceshipping too (cuz it it still very dear to me), but I’ll admit my Idol headcanons are a little more in depth.

“So what clubs are you thinking about joining?”

“Definitely music if they have one!” It’s the first week of middle school and Atticus practically vibrates as he walks towards the cafeteria with his new friend. New school, new people to meet, friends to make, and fun adventures to be had! And Atticus fully plans to make the most of it! “Or maybe track. Man, I’d love if there were a surfing club!”

Tashiro laughs. “This far inland?”

“You never know! I could try to start one!”

“Just joining the swimming club if you wanna play in water that badly.” Tashiro shakes his head, and Atticus gasps at him.

“For shame! How dare you compare the art of surfing to swimming! It’s like apples and oranges!”

“Still both fruit.” A cheeky grin.

Any further dramatic protest dies in his throat as another boy rounds the corner ahead and walks toward them with an open book. Atticus freezes where he stands.

He likes to people watch, so he’s noticed things recently. Girls have always been pretty, but lately...well, just this last week, he’s found himself comparing who looks better in their gym outfit like huh you’re kinda pretty wait that’s a dude or oo that shirt really shows off your muscles nice. It’s been confusing to say the least.

“Tenjoin?” Tashiro calls, but Atticus can’t bring himself to answer with his eyes glued to quite possibly the best looking person he has ever seen in his life please shove me against a locker and wreck me.

The guy passes, seemingly oblivious to Atticus’ eyes following him, and Atticus finally, finally peels his eyes away and snaps his jaw shut. How wrecked does he even look right now? Is he blushing? He’s gotta be blushing. Well, one thing is for sure.

“I’m not straight,” he croaks.

“Dude, what?”

*

The docks are peaceful. The sound of the waves lull Zane’s mind and emotions into a tranquil silence, not the buzzing numbness he’s learned to carry with him to combat the chaotic tempo from a life of stress. Out here, with the smell of salt on a gentle breeze, he feels relaxed.

It will be graduation soon.

He always thought they would graduate together.

Atticus’ disappearance hit Zane harder than he would have expected. The boy was practically sunshine incarnate when they met in middle school, something Zane never thought he’d be comfortable with. And yet Atticus barreled through all his defenses in a matter of weeks of and they’d been best friends ever since.

“Hey. I thought I’d find you out here.”

Zane turns at the sound of the voice. Atticus walks down the dock with a friendly wave and gentle smile on his lips. It’s not the same sunshine-and-rainbows smile it used to be, but it’s honest.

“So, nearly the big day, huh?” He leans casually against the light post. “You nervous?”

“It’d be stupid not to be,” Zane scoffs, relaxing into the familiar banter in a way even the ocean waves can’t induce.

Atticus laughs and sound warms Zane. His friend’s eyes are still haunted, but they’re also still just as warm as they’ve always been. Zane isn’t as oblivious as Atticus might want to believe; he sees the way Atticus looks at him, has looked at him for years. The emotions in those brown eyes have evolved, but the core of it all stays the same.

Atticus “the ladies man” fell for another man. It’s almost funny. He’s not even that subtle about it. But Atticus had never pressed the matter, and Zane can’t say he minds.

“Gotta admit tho, I’m kinda sad.” Atticus lowers his eyes to the wood under his feet. “Always thought it’d be the three of us, you know?” Shrugging, he lifts his gaze to the dark sky.

Zane does know. “You still don’t remember what happened?”

Atticus shakes his head. “If I did, I’d tell you. I have a feeling not telling you is what led to all of this.”

Zane doesn’t bother answering that. He’s fairly certain Atticus knew something about Yusuke’s disappearance at the time, but Atticus became edgy, evasive, and almost distant before his own disappearance. Zane blamed himself for doing nothing despite the warning signs. Now, he knows enough to doubt he’d have been able to do much.

He still wishes he’d tried.

“It’s fine,” he says automatically.

Atticus snorts. “Liar.”

Warm solid arms wrap around him and Zane leans into it.

“Nothing about this is fine,” Atticus’s voice shakes.

No, but sometimes one needs to pretend in order to survive.

It’s tiring.

They stand there like that for a while in the peaceful ambiance of the sea until finally making their way back to the dorms.

“Hey,” Atticus says, pulling them to a stop outside the doors. He looks troubled. “Just this once,” he murmurs, tugging on Zane’s jacket as he presses their lips-

What the fuck?!

By the time Zane’s brain reboots itself, Atticus has already run off into the building, and Zane stands there, hand to his lips, severely confused and reevaluating the last six years of his life.

*

Zane books a different trip from the island than the rest of his fellow graduates, he doesn’t want to feel cramped in the same space as dozens of other people, so the farewell fanfare has moved on as well. It’s just him and docks, and that’s how he likes it most days.

The quiet gives him space to think.

Just this once, Atticus said, and Zane’s not sure if he’s okay with that. If he’s completely honest with himself, Atticus is one of very few - if not the only - people that Zane feels comfortable and related around. He’s well grounded and practical under that playboy attitude of his, and he’s, well...Zane can understand to a certain extent why half the student population wants to fawn over him (not why they do - that is a level of impulse Zane can’t comprehend - but why they want to).

“Hey~!”

Speak of the devil. Zane jolts out of his thoughts as Atticus jogs over, waving his arm excited.

“Geez! Were you gonna leave without saying goodbye?” Atticus pouts dramatically. “I thought I was your bestie!”

“Who else would be?”

“Exactly! No one but me can crack that cold, stoic shell of yours!”

Zane rolls his eyes.

“Hey! That’s the part where you’re supposed to laugh! Damn, I must be out of practice...”

“Atticus,” Zane says, and the other teen looks up from his mussing to give Zane his full attention.

Now or never.

Steeling himself, Zane takes the plunge. He has zero idea what he’s doing but Atticus should get the message regardless if he mimics the other’s action from a few days ago. His brain doesn’t short circuit on him this time, thank gods.

“I don’t want it to be ‘just once’.”

Atticus stares at him like a deer in the headlights. Zane...expected something more. He expected Atticus to squeal or squeeze him or something, but all that comes in a shuddering breath and HOLD ON WAIT BACK UP WHY YOU ARE CRYING?!

“I- damnit you’re graduating I’m such an idiot!”

The carefully constructed I’m okay, nothing’s changed facade breaks apart in front of him and for the first two seconds Zane spirals into PANIC before the word vomit makes sense and drags him out of it.

“It wasn’t you.” Zane pulls the shaking mess against him. “You’re not that subtle. I’ve known for awhile. I just...refused to acknowledge it.”

“And then I was gone for two years.”

“Worse two years of my life,” Zane admits, and surprisingly means it, despite all the other bullshit. “I didn’t...expect this reaction.”

“I didn’t think I was going to cry either!” Atticus angrily swipes at the tears in his eyes. “Do you know how many times I fantasized about this? Crying was not part of the equation!”

“At least I know it’s honest.”

“Huh?”

“You fake your smile half the time.”

Atticus huffs. “It’s just how I cope.”

Pretending to be okay will break you, Zane could say, but that would just be hypocritical. He ruffles Atticus’ hair instead and revels in how Atticus leans into it.

“I’m glad tho,” Atticus whispers, then looks shyly up through his bangs. Shy is never a word anyone would associate with Atticus, but Zane knows better; he’s one of the few who gets to see that more vulnerable side. “Can you kiss me again?”

Zane obliges. Atticus’ lips are warm and soft, his face still damp, and it still sends tingles through Zane’s own lips down his chest. Butterflies? Huh, so that’s what it feels like. He could definitely get used to this.

Atticus smiles when they part, a small, gentle curve that Zane knows is genuine. “Next time, I want you to wreck me.” He winks.

Wreck what...? Oh. Snorting, Zane hides his face in his hand. Gods, this guy... “Next time. Sure.”

*

Halfway across the dock, Syrus stands frozen midstep, turns around, and walks away. Zane probably didn’t wanna see him anyway. What the fuck was that?! Nope, not gonna ask, none of his business. Zane can kiss whoever the frick he wants. Just keep walking.

And if Syrus feels the ghost of arms around his shoulders, he stubbornly ignores it.