#percy jackson writing prompts

[goddessserephina]

31 Percy Jackson Writing Prompts Part 3

Another prompt list for the Percy Jackson lovers! I do also make normal prompt lists but they aren't my current obsession. Also, I wanted to remind everybody that you can do these prompts in any order you would like, and you can even replace certain ones if you have a better idea!

"Come on. You're my only option."

New Rome University

"Leave me alone. We broke up."

"It wasn't supposed to happen like this."

Fancy Dinner

Wedding

Veil

Traveling

Adventure

Sky

Monster

Underworld

Gift

"I think I just killed a God."

Party

"Revenge never tasted so sweet."

"The sea waits for no one."

Magic

"I'll never understand you."

"That didn't sound good."

Baking Challenge

Ghost

Rescue

There's another prophecy, because of course there is.

Family Drama

Percy has always worshipped the Gods.

Sunset memories

Amnesia caused by a traumatic event. (Battle, Accident, etc.)

Oblivious mortal/immortal

Accidentally falling love on a quest.

Omegaverse

[the-overanalyst]

it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.

[mediumgayitalian]

“I’d pick you up at the airport.”

“What?”

“If we were normal. I would — have one of those signs, you know. When you came back from your adventures.”

“Oh.” Nico snorts. “I’m still fucking off all the time when we’re normal? And you’re not coming?”

“It is woven within your very soul to fuck off as you please,” says Will sagely. “You get antsy. You know, like a house cat.”

He laughs when Nico shoves him. Less when he loses his balance and rolls into a tree, but he crawls back, anyway, kicking Nico’s ankle as he lies back next to him, folding his hands over his ribs. Nico watches him for a moment, tracing the round edges of his knuckles, until Will’s smile begins to twitch with him knowing, and he looks hastily back to the sky. It’s embarrassing, Will’s snorting huff of amusement, but more than that it’s electrifying, zapping a trail down Nico’s spine and making him shiver.

He can feel the heat Will is always throwing off, blazing every centimetre from his shoulder to his heels, a hair’s breadth away, a millimetre of distance.

“What else would it look like?” He clears his throat. “Our, um. Our normal?”

Will hums. “New York, probably. Big-ass penthouse with your trust fund.”

“I’m a trust fund baby?!”

“Hey, Nico, how much does dish soap cost?”

Nico opens his mouth, and closes it again. Will’s snickers get louder. Is it considered bad etiquette to banish one’s significant annoyance to the Underworld? Only permanently, probably. If he only keeps him there for a couple weeks it should be find. A couple weeks would be appropriately humbling.

“And what do you contribute?” Nico asks, instead of answering. (Not because he doesn’t know. Obviously. Because he is dignified, that’s why.) “Your dimples and boyish charm?”

“Yes, obviously.”

Well.

“…Okay, fair.”

Will snickers triumphantly.

“You still a doctor?”

“Mhm.” Will shifts, mouth curled in amusement. “Paediatric in Mount Sinai. We live close, by the way. You said it’s cause it’s close to Central Park but really you like to hide my lunch in the mornings to have an excuse to come see me.”

“Sounds like you forget your shit a lot, actually.”

“That, too.”

He looks over and smiles at Nico and for a moment he is convinced, wholly genuinely and truly, that the sun that’s been hiding behind the clouds all day has finally peeked out, because he can actually feel his whole body warm, in that slow-rising, penetrating way; he can actually smell the surge of sunshine in the air, feel the red glow in the backs of his eyelids, taste the brightness of the light. Every one of his neurons sinks into his system, sighing, cells reacting to thousands of years of memory of the gentle warm of the Earth’s closest star.

But the sun is not shining, and there is only Will, and his too-big teeth brush against the bottom of his lip, and his dimples show, and his eyes crinkle, and he is more radiant in even his old stained camp shirt and fraying jean shorts than his father has ever been and could ever hope to be. A thousand planets could thrive under a hundred blazing stars and none could come close to him. He knows it, how those ancients felt, the drunken surety as they stood and challenged the gods, swore up and down that their beloveds outshone Venus, Diana, Juno; Will does, Will does, and Nico understands intimately the hubris in a way he scoffed at as a child, because the words bubble and boil and threaten bursting inside of him now. What claim have the Olympians? Over sunlight? Over beauty? Over Will?

“We’re happy?” he says instead, choking hoarsely over the veneer words, over the blocked desperation, truth. “In our normal, we’re happy?”

“Always,” Will whispers. He twists onto his knees, crawling the two inches over to press close, close, closely, hand gentle on Nico’s stomach when he tries to sit up, and presses his lips to Nico’s cheek, dry, twitching with his smile, shaking with his laughter. Nothing is funny, and he isn’t joking, but Nico can feel the giddiness bubbling up and out of him the way sadness flows out in tears; when Will is giddy he giggles, constantly, hiding it barely in his hands, and now he presses it into Nico’s skin, because he knows how Nico aches to hear it, how he watches him like he’s burning it into the ridges of his brain. “I am always happy with you, Niccolò.”

“I love you,” Nico says, fiercely, and it will never be enough, not in English, not in Italian, not in Greek, but he will try. “Te amo. Capiscimi? I love you, Will, I —”

“I know.” The tiny little vibrations of his laughter are — intoxicating; Nico is drunk, ascending. “I know, di Angelo. Sap. I love you, I know.”

He dissolved into giggles into the crook of Nico’s neck, and Nico is lying, still, facing the clouds, and he is warmed, and he is warmed, and he is warmed.

[mentallyunstablequeen101]

Demigods at ikea would be Chaotic

Just putting ideas out there

( send it to me i beg)

[mkarchin713]

Legacy of Chronos: Daughter of the Unknown God

Through her travels around the world/Infinite Realms, Ellie stumbles on Camp Halfblood and is mistaken for a demigod. She is determined to be a legacy of Cronus (Clockwork) and the child of an unknown god with a DP symbol (Danny).

Cue everyone mistaking Chronos for Kronos and thinking that the mystery god is a child of Kronos born sometime while he was in Tartarus. This misunderstanding is not helped by the fact that the Underworld is part of the Infinite Realms and portals to the Ghost Zone where often mistaken for portals to Tartarus.

Now Zeus is freaking out and wants to use Ellie as leverage against her father who obviously wants to take over Olympus. Percy/Thalia/Nico/Lester/whoever is now trying to keep Ellie out of Zeus’s paranoid clutches and get her back to Tartarus before her father goes looking for her.

(Ellie is so happy she made new friends, they’re even going to take her on a road trip to LA. Sure they seemed really nervous when she mentioned Danny would come looking for her if she didn’t check in soon, how was she supposed to know Hellhounds are cellphones anyway)

[reddamselette]

valgrace except leo schemes with everyone and their mother to throw jason a bonfire party with close friends and family. they sit snuggled close to each other, curled into one another’s side as everyone shares stories about and first impressions about the son of jupiter.

annabeth mentioned how she threatened him with her dagger at first, piper and their mist filled memories, thalia with baby jason antics that had her hair turn gray at a young age.

after the night ended and they all go their separate ways, leo and jason snuck out somewhere else to share a kiss under the stars.

leo's first impression of jason was how beautiful he really is and seeing him made him believe in love at first sight.

[sorawritesstuff]

[phoenixcatch7]

Oh yeah story idea: percy Jackson reaches his emotional/mental limits) (annabeth gets knocked down during a huge fight and nearly gets killed) and goes absolutely ape. We're talking hurricanes, earthquakes, a zillion exploding water sources, blood bending, poison bending, pounding rain, the works.

And it starts to kill him. Like eating too much ambrosia, his mortal body is burning up, too much power too quickly.

But through sheer force of will and the amount of divine energy he's putting out, he keeps clinging on as his body crumbles to ash, divine power building stronger and stronger and higher and higher.

And he accidentally brute forces his way into godhood.

And what would have been a true power reveal and two deaths, Percy being punished for his strength ala Frank, abruptly becomes a pseudo divine political drama, with percy at risk of any dozen horrific fates the frenzied council are slinging around (minus poseidon, who is also frenzied but unwilling to let his newly immortal son die) whilst dealing with all the ramifications of divinity and the new social strata of the immortal pantheon (and EVERYONE having opinions), all while trying to get back home.

But Annabeth survives because of it, so he can't really complain.

[feralpercy]

Poseidon's usual Fisher wardrobe (which Aphrodite still wants to burn) usually consists of the same outfit each day.

Today, he wore a clearly hand man, very blue and with fish details around the edges, jacket.

(Apollo has been eyening the jacket with slight suspicion.)

"Brother," Demeter calls. "That jacket..."

Poseidon had the gall to look smug. "Oh, this? Percy has been learning crocheting for a while now. Its a gift."

Crocheting?

Demeter, upon receiving that answer, looked very considering as she stares at the jacket.

Coincidentally, at the same time, an offering was accepted at the hearth of ollympus. Whereas Lady Hestia got a similar cloth, more of a poncho shape with red hues and flames at the edges.

Percy clearly has favourites.

(Later, Hermes finds a crocheted hat in his temple.)

[glittervame]

I think we've found out just how interested we are

We'll find out soon enough Pt.1,

Her eyes widen, and for a moment he thinks she's going to pull away. But then she takes a deep breath, and her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck, pulling him closer. She presses her body against his, their hips grinding together in a slow, sensual dance. "Maybe you're right," she whispers, her lips brushing against his ear. "Maybe we should find out just how interested we are."

As they kiss, his hands explore the soft, warm skin of her back, feeling the delicate curve of her spine beneath his fingertips. She arches her back, pressing herself more firmly against him, and he can feel the heat of her body seeping through the fabric of their clothes. The taste of her lips and the scent of her skin are intoxicating, and he's lost in the moment, the rest of the world falling away as they continue to dance together in the darkness.

Her hands slide down his chest, over his stomach, and lower still, until she reaches the hem of his shirt. She tugs at it gently, urging him to help her lift it over his head. He complies, quickly shrugging out of the shirt and tossing it aside. The air brushes against his bare chest, and he feels her breath hitch as she takes in the sight of his muscled torso.

She leans forward, her lips grazing across his chest, her tongue teasing the hardened peak of his nipple. He groans, arching his back, and she laughs softly, her hand moving lower still, to the button of his pants. She fumbles with it for a moment, and then slides her hand inside, curling her fingers around him through his boxers.

The feel of her touch sends a jolt of pleasure through him, and he gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Are you sure?" she whispers, her voice trembling with desire. "You've never done this before, have you?" He shakes his head, his eyes closed tightly as he tries to focus on her touch.

She slips her hand out of his pants, lifting it to her mouth and gently biting her fingertip. Then, she guides his hand to her breast, over her bra, and finally to her hardened nipple. He's never touched a woman like this before, and the feel of her warm, soft flesh beneath his fingers is intoxicating. He squeezes gently, feeling her breath catch in her throat.

With her free hand, she slides his boxers down over his hips, freeing him completely. He's already hard, throbbing in anticipation of what she'll do next. She looks at him for a moment, her eyes dark and hungry.

He lay on his back, his muscles taut and aching from the exertions of passion. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest rising and falling in a sensual rhythm. She knelt between his spread legs, her eyes fixed on the sight of him, her mouth watering at the taste of him. Her hands gently massaged his thighs, her fingertips teasing the soft hairs on his skin.

And then, she lowered her head, her lips parting ever so slightly as her tongue darted out to wet the head of his cock. He arched his back involuntarily, a shudder of desire coursing through him at the sensation. She took him into her mouth, slowly at first, her lips encircling him like a glove, her tongue swirling around him in a teasing dance. His hips bucked upwards, seeking deeper penetration.

Her hands moved lower pulling him closer as she took more of him into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down, a well-practiced motion that drove him wild with need. He closed his eyes, lost in the sensation of her mouth on him, her lips and tongue and teeth sending waves of pleasure through his body.

He reached down, running his fingers through her hair, feeling the silken strands slip through his fingers like water. "Oh, God," he moaned, his voice hoarse with desire. "That feels so good." She smiled around his cock, her breath hot against his skin as she continued to work him with her mouth and hands.

And then, just as he thought he could bear it no longer, she slowed her pace, her movements growing more deliberate and controlled. Her hands left his ass to grip his hips, holding him steady as she took him deeper than ever before. He arched his back off the ground, his fingers digging into her hair, his toes curling as he felt the first stirrings of his release.

"I'm close," he gasped. "I'm going to cum." She increased the pressure on his cock, her tongue swirling faster and harder around him as he felt the familiar tightening in his balls. His hips bucked wildly, seeking release, seeking the oblivion that only her mouth could provide.

And then, with a cry that was more a moan than anything else, he came, his hot seed spurting into her mouth. She swallowed every drop, her throat working as she took him deep and held him there, allowing him to empty himself completely.

At last, she pulled away, her lips still wrapped around the tip of him. She licked her lips, tasting him, savoring him. "Was that all right?" she asked, her voice a husky whisper. "Was it good for you?" He lay there, panting heavily, his eyes closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "Oh, fuck," he managed to say. "That was amazing."

Y/n hummed and then looked at him at him with a devilish grin and then she lowered her head, her lips parting to reveal her perfect, pink tongue.

The feeling of her mouth engulfing him was unlike. It was as if he were being consumed by a vortex of pleasure, a whirlpool that spun and twisted, sucking him deeper and deeper into the most intense sensations he'd ever known. He couldn't help but let out a whimper, the sound ripping from his throat as his hips bucked involuntarily. His fingers tangled in her hair, urging her on, begging her not to stop. And as she bobbed up and down, her lips sliding up and down his length, he felt himself starting to lose control.

The room seemed to spin, the walls closing in, the air growing hot and thick. His vision blurred, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. He tried to focus on something, anything, to ground himself in the present moment, but all he could see was her: her beautiful face, her lips wrapped around him, her eyes closed in ecstasy. And then, as if a dam had broken, he felt the first wave of release wash over him, followed by another and another in rapid succession. His body convulsed, and he arched his back off the bed, crying out her name as he spilled himself deep into her mouth.

When it was finally over, she lifted her head to look at him, her eyes shining with a mixture of satisfaction and tenderness. He was panting heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. She reached up and gently traced a finger along her lips, collecting the cum on the side of her mouth before bringing it to her mouth and tasting him.

"Good boy" she crooned, the vibration of her voice causing his cock to twitch in appreciation. She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on his lips, her tongue dancing with his. His body was still shuddering from the aftermath of his orgasm, and he felt like he could feel every inch of her touch as she traced her fingers along his chest, teasing a nipple into a hard peak.

He groaned, arching his back into her touch. "You're going to kill me," he managed to say between ragged breaths. "I can't…I can't take any more of this." She smiled, the expression both wicked and endearing.

She lines him up to her entrance and slips him into her with a groan, her tightness nearly bringing him to his knees. "Fuck," he growls, thrusting forward, feeling her walls squeeze him, her muscles flexing around him. "You feel so good."

She lifts her hips to meet his thrusts, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on as she arches her back, offering him deeper access. The sounds of their passion fill the room, mingling with the rhythmic slapping of their skin. His cock feels impossibly large inside her, stretching her in a way that only she can, and he knows he's close.

His thrusts are hard and fast now, his hips slamming into her with a force that leaves them both breathless. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, her nipples hard and peaked, and she arches her back, moaning his name as she feels the familiar tightening in her core. "Oh, God, yes," she gasps, her body tensing as the pleasure builds inside her.

He groans, his muscles tensing as he feels the familiar tightness of his own orgasm building. He looks down at her, at the way her face is contorted in a mask of ecstasy, and knows he can't hold back any longer. With one final thrust, he releases himself deep inside her, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. Her walls clench around him, milking every last drop of his seed as her own pleasure crests and breaks, washing over them in a wave of shared ecstasy.

She looks up at him, her eyes shining with desire, and smiles. "I think we've found out just how interested we are," she says, her voice a husky whisper. "Now what do we do about that?"

@maliaaaa I got you babes <3

I mighttttt start doing a tag list

[normal-internet-user]

Hey! Doing good I hope? I’ll make this quick:

Please, I beg, can I request a Percy x reader with the following prompts -> “I think you need a break” and “I can admire you all day?” If you need inspiration, they could be stargazing or the reader is practicing their abilities in front of Percy? So… maybe the reader can be a child of Hades or Hecate? Oh! And they share a kiss or two as well?

Thank you!

WAIT NO CUZ THAT'S ACTUALLY SO CUTE-

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COCA-COLA KISSES

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Summary: Stargazing with your boyfriend while you show him a small spell you've been working on in your freetime.

Warnings: uhmmm kissing? couply thingies. Child of Hecate reader.

Requested: Ye

GN Reader!

Despite the chill hanging in the air, you felt more than warm enough.

You were huddled up next to Percy on the beach of Camp Half-Blood, the two of you watching the stars. You took to pointing out the different constellations and their orgins and meanings.

Percy found it cute, but to you it was necessary. The magic you did heavily relies on the stars and their cycles.

It was late, and if the harpies found the two of you, well it'd be bad, but... you couldn't deny this little date was needed.

It had been a while since you and Percy had been alone together, you were both so busy lately, but you especially.

In fact, when Percy had come to get you for this surprise date, he'd found you hunched over your spell book, throwing things haphazardly into your couldron.

"Hey." He'd whispered softly, holding a large fluffy blanket in his arms, "You busy?"

"As a matter of fact, I am." You huffed glaring at the bubbling liquid swirling in your cauldron, "Its gray. It's not supposed to be gray." You grumbled, flipping afew pages.

"Well, I think you need a break." Percy stated, closing your spell book, ignoring your whine of protest, "I wanna spend time with you."

"Percy-"

"Please?"

Damn this boy and his pretty green eyes.

You groan, allowing him to pull you up from the floor with a small pout. Percy grins, pecking you quickly on the lips before tugging you along behind him.

And now here you were, leaning into his side on the beach, the stars shimmering above you while the two of you drank coca-cola and talked.

"Hey, you wanna see something cool?" You ask quietly, pulling the blanket you were sharing tighter around you.

Percy nods, resting his chin ontop of your head, "Mhm. Whatcha' got to show me, sweetness?"

"I made a spell." You state, pulling a crumpled piece of paper from your pocket.

Percy watches with interest as you use your finger to trace a pattern into the paper before crumpling it up once more.

You bring the ball of paper up to your lips, whisper "Glow" in ancient Greek, and the paper turns into a floating ball of light.

Percy gasps, "That's so cool! It's like a little star."

You laugh, holding the light up, allowing it to float away and meld together with the stars. You watch it for a moment, waiting until you can no longer make it out amomgst the millions of tiny lights to finally turn your gaze back to your boyfriend.

You feel your cheeks heat up when you find him already looking at you with a dopey smile on his face.

"Hi." He whispers, resting his forehead on yours.

You chuckle, "Hi."

"Your cute." He says, kissing your nose.

"I sure am." You say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Glad you think so," Percy says, grinning, "Because I could admire you all day."

Before you could respond, he pulls you in for a soft kiss. You could taste the sugary soda on his lips, and the kiss was sweet and fleeting.

But it definitly made you consider taking a break more often...

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[goddessserephina]

31 Percy Jackson Writing Prompts Part 2

Here is another list of writing prompts to settle the minds of my fellow fanfiction/art fans who need inspiration through a creative struggle.

Arranged Marriage

"You miss 100% of the chances you don't take."

"Boy of fire and Boy of Sea will come together to save their predecessors from their mistakes."

Abuse

Feelings

Person A hears someone talk bad on Person B and they are so not having it.

Person A hears the demi-gods of Camp Half-Blood blaming Percy for all the casualties of the war, and they are furious.

Depression

Zeus turns Percy into a God against his will and Percy decides to retaliate.

Nature

You could spend a lifetime without your soulmate, and yet, the moment you meet them, its like you are complete after a lifetime of feeling empty.

Person A loved to read, it gave them a place to escape to.

Everyone knew Person A and Person B were dating, except for them.

"What did I do wrong?" Person A cried. "Nothing. Nothing you could help at least."

Freaks

Protector

Possessive

Music

Rebuilding

"You belong to me."

Wine

Harvest

Death

Pets

Drunk

Cafe

Seasonal

Holiday

Memory

Nightmares

"Your Complexion is scaring me. Please come sit down."

[splosh-crime]

Jason Todd, Son of Sally Jackson

Jason Todd is Sally Jackson’s Biological Child.

Jason has already become Red Hood but hasn’t revealed his identity to Bruce and the Batfam yet. Sally hasn’t married Gabriel Ugliano yet. Percy is 6 years old.

After reuniting, Sally & Jason bond over their violent sense of justice/self-defense and Sally learns combat from Jason to protect both her sons with deadly force.

After learning Jason’s identity as Red Hood and his reasoning behind becoming a Drug Lord, she becomes Jason’s business partner that co-leads his gang under the codename ‘Queen’.

Queen & Red Hood become extremely well-known protectors of children and abused single parents, opening many parent & children shelters funded by their gang.

Percy is the mob’s baby brother, ‘Guppy,’ because of growing up the son and brother of Gotham’s most successful crime lords. They always made sure he hid his identity with a hoodie and gas mask to disguise his voice with the bonus of protecting him from Joker, Scarecrow, & Poison Ivy’s attacks.

After receiving Medusa’s head from Percy, Sally makes a new “statue” every month or so. She contacts abused single parents, kills their abusers with the victims’ consent, and gives 3/4 of the money she makes to the parent. This “charity sculpting” is allegedly as a favor to her fellow “grieving” single parents. Weirdly enough, she still ends up killing Gabriel Ugliano, despite never marrying him.

Inspired by miagirl3’s “Avoiding the Secrets” on Ao3 (it’s locked - only ao3 profile owners can read it)

[mediumgayitalian]

“I had a dream about you last night.”

“Oh, did you.” Will grins at him over his shoulder, up to his elbows in blood and fluids.

Nico kicks him. “Focus, stupid.”

“Yeah,” snarks Chiara, whose blood is currently splattering Will’s shirt. She reaches over and flicks Will on the forehead. “Focus in stitching the gaping gash in my leg, Solace.”

Nico frowns around his juicebox. “Hey. Lascialo stare. Only I call him Solace.”

“‘S my last name, Neeks.”

“Uh-huh. Everyone else can figure out something else to call you.”

“Possessive, are you.”

Nico smiles. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What’d you dream about, anyway?”

If Nico didn’t know Will so well, he’d take the casual tone for what it was. But he does, in fact, know Will and his horrible poker face, and notices the purse of his lips, the flick of his eyes in Nico’s direction every three seconds.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Everyone would,” huffs Chiara. “I have about forty dollars resting on you, di Angelo, and I will not be losing it.”

Nico sticks his tongue out at her. “Masticare lo zoccolo, zitella.”

“Hey!”

Will’s shoulders shake so hard he has to pause, trembling with the effort to hold back his laughter.

“I am trying to do a medical procedure, you two.”

Nico and Chiara speak at the same time.

“Yeah, in flip-flops.”

“Oh, are you? You’ve been flirting so long my numbing cream has started to wear off.”

That knocks Will back into doctor mode, eyes narrowing in focus. He is especially freckle-y today, not that Nico notices. And the sun is shining out the window at just the right angle to make Will’s curls look luminous. And his tongue sticks out of the corner of his perfect mouth, when he concentrates. And, gods, he’s wearing a shirt but the muscles in his /back/ —

“I can’t work with you oglin’ at me, Ghost King.”

“I’m not ogling at you.” Nico is a beautiful liar. Ignoring Will’s smirk, Chiara’s snickering, and his own flush is easy. “Why would I ever ogle at such an ugly person?”

“Because you’re in love with him, stupido. It’s embarrassing.”

“I think you should check her eyes, too, Solace.”

“How about you check deez fuckin’ nuts —”

“Alright,” Will says exasperatedly, before they can escalate too much and end up knocking a shelf off the wall. Again. “You’re done, Chiara. Take this ambrosia and scram. Don’t do anything strenuous and rip your stitches, ‘cause I’m not doin’ them again.”

She wastes no time bounding out of there. As soon as she’s gone, Will turns to face Nico, grinning.

“So,” he says, stretching out the syllable, grin wide and crooked, “you had a dream about me?”

Nico glances both ways, making sure no one’s watching. Then he darts forward to press a kiss to Will’s lips, relishing in the smell of his herbal shampoo, the chapped skin of his lips. Will grabs the side of his face and holds him longer, far past the quick peck he’d aimed for, kissing him until he smacks his boyfriend’s shoulder and pulls away, laughing. Will grins triumphantly, like he has the upper hand.

And, well.

Nico can’t have that.

“Yeah, lemme tell you about my dream.” He smooths his hands over Will’s shoulders. “This shirt was gone, for starters.”

“Mm. What else?”

“We certainly weren’t in the infirmary.”

“No?”

“No,” Nico breathes, breath hot on Will’s ear. He shivers. Nico smirks. “My cabin, dark, some low music playing…”

Will gasps. “Yeah?”

“…No one to bother us, you looking pretty as a picture on my bed…gagged.”

“Kinky.” Will shudders, hands sliding into Nico’s hair.

“Mhm. My dream come true.”

“That’s your dream?”

“Yes.” Nico pauses. “Dark, comfortable, warm…” He grins, wide and sharklike. “And finally, finally…quiet.”

It takes a second for it to sink in.

“Oh, you jackass!”

Nico cackles, stumbling back at Will’s shove. “Your — your face!”

“You jerk! I despise you!”

“Oh my gods,” he wheezes. He tries to calm himself, but one look at his boyfriend’s bright red cheeks sets him off again. “Oh my gods!”

Will huffs. Despite his embarrassment, he’s visibly struggling to hold on to his scowl, mouth twitching. “I’m breaking up with you. I’m gonna go date someone who appreciates me.”

“Nobody appreciates you more than I do, Sunshine,” Nico says, grinning. He presses a kiss to Will’s glowing cheek. “You’re just so easy to tease.”

Will rolls his eyes. “Whatever. I gotta work. Leave me alone.”

Nico presses another kiss, lingering until he feels him smile. “Okay, okay. I’ll see you at dinner, okay? Te amo.”

“…I love you too. Asshole.”

[mentallyunstablequeen101]

Are we all gonna ignore Will Solace can control the plague that can kill anyone easily????

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We've had prompt weeks, a gift exchange and a bingo challenge and have plans for future events! We want to continue providing you with these amazing events that spread the Jasico love, but we need people!

Share this post to get the word out to Jasico creators who still don't know about us, and while you're at it, fill out our Interest Form, in which you can inform me about your participation this semester so I feel like we're ready for another event and suggest new challenge ideas.

I'll be so happy if you contribute, I really want to host another Jasico event, but I need some kind of support from the participants, after all, I'm doing all of this for you guys! Love you all! ♥♥♥