#pjo tickle fic

[ticklishraspberries]

OOOH OKAY

how abouttttt 67 with percabeth??? maybe lee percy? (but you decide okok❤️)

drabble prompts!! // thank you for the request!! xo 67. "Wow. Never thought I'd witness this."

Annabeth apparently made it her mission to embarrass Percy the moment he'd arrived at Camp Half-Blood; even while caring for him in those first few days, the Minotaur's injuries leaving him weak and groggy, she had still had the wit to comment on the fact that he drooled in his sleep, sending his face aflame.

Now, they're friends. They've gone on a whole quest together, defeated monsters and faced the gods and he's seen her embarrass herself quite a few times, like her terrified shrieks when she saw those spiders. But even then, she had composed herself quite gracefully, explained her fear with logic and reason, and moved on.

Percy's embarrassment used to feel white-hot, like when he couldn't answer a question correctly in class or when Gabe spit insults at him, the flush in his face felt burning, suffocating, and shame was usually replaced by anger.

Annabeth doesn't make him feel that way. Her little quips are always clever, usually harmless. Even her nickname for him, "seaweed brain" doesn't annoy him as much as he pretends it does. Annabeth, as well as his friends at Camp Half-Blood, don't make him feel like an outsider.

Percy has become flustered around Annabeth for a whole new reason, though, much to his horror. She had snuck up on him in her stupid Yankee's cap, invisible, and grabbed him from behind to scare him. However, his shout (which she described as a "squeal", which he vehemently denied) was less about fear and more due to the fact that she had grabbed his sides and squeezed.

"Are you ticklish, Seaweed Brain?" she had asked once the cap was off and she'd revealed herself, with that mischievous grin painted on her face.

Percy scoffed. "No," he said, unconvincingly.

And the rest was history.

He still won't admit that he's ticklish. It's ridiculous, because he so obviously is, but it's some weird pride thing that Percy can't shake. Now, every time she tickles him, she asks him again: "Are you ticklish?" and every time, no matter how hard he's laughing, Percy tells her no.

Annabeth has taken every chance she's gotten to tickle him, and he's been on edge ever since. Unfortunately, those demigod battle instincts didn't seem to protect him in the case of a one-sided tickle fight, and he didn't stand a chance trying to strategize against a daughter of Athena.

So, he jumps at every little sound and often keeps his arms wrapped around his middle just in case of an attack, which Grover finds incredibly amusing.

It's a sunny day at camp when Percy lets his guard down, too busy chatting with Grover by the water to remember his absolute pest of a friend and her shenanigans, when Annabeth creeps up behind him, not even bothering to turn herself invisible this time, and latches onto his ribs, and he nearly goes tumbling into the water.

Grover makes an indignant noise at being splashed, but Percy and Annabeth are too busy grappling to acknowledge him.

"Just admit it, and I'll leave you alone!" Annabeth says, giggling. Her fingers on his ribs are unbearably ticklish, and he can't believe how easily she's found his weak spots. Too smart, too methodical for her own damn good.

"Never!" Percy shouts, trying to grab her hands and failing miserably.

It continues like this for a moment, her trying to stick her hands into his armpits and him cackling like mad, but when she finally gets her fingers under his arms, Percy's laughter reaches a new octave, and before he can process what he's done, a small wave crashes over them both, as well as Grover who is still sitting nearby, and Annabeth crashes against his chest, spluttering.

"Oh, you jerk!" she cries, her hair sopping wet and dripping onto his face. For a moment, he worries that he's actually upset her, but she just begins tickling him with twice as much vigor.

"No, I'm sorry! Okay, okay, I'll admit it!"

Annabeth stops. "Wow. Never thought I'd witness this," she grins. "Go on then. Admit it."

She's still sitting on top of him, looking down at him with smug look on her face. Her hands are poised above his belly, like she'll strike again if he hesitates.

So, Percy swallows his pride. "I'm ticklish," he says, and instead of that white-hot humiliation, the embarrassment he feels is more akin to butterflies in his stomach. He briefly wonders if that's because of the confession, or the fact that she looks so pretty sitting on his legs, hair wet and smile beaming, but he quickly pushes that thought away.

Satisfied, Annabeth gets off of him and takes her seat beside Grover, talking to him about something completely unrelated, and as Percy watches her speak so passionately, he figures that being teased by her isn't so bad at all.

[thatbigbisexual29]

You're Perfect As You (PJO/HOO)

ok ok ok ok ok so its the first time I'm doing this and this is comepletely random but HERE @carrie-tate I MADE A THING FOR NO REASON BUT HAVE THIS *blush blush blush blush* I've super super super super super love your PJO fan art and I really like them (also this couple gets like no attention but idk why they are like my favorite) and I know we've spoken like twice? but I just wanted to make this just cause also its reeeeeeally long sorry ok enjoy *shoves this at you then runs away and hides*

One could describe the perfect morning as what follows: Sunshine softly bleeding through the curtains, the warm light delicately kissing against smooth skin, and the warmth flooding into the bedroom. Sweet chirps of birds called from the outside and a gentle breeze rustled the tree by the window. Sheets and pillows strewn about on the mattress which was soft and inviting. And with a small excited gasp, you realized it was Saturday.

That's how Hazel Levesque would describe a perfect morning. And yet… something was missing. As she yawned and stretched, Hazel realized she was alone. Where was her boyfriend? He wasn’t hard to miss, especially due to his bulky size. (She loved waking up and clinging to his arm, knowing he was always too tired to push her away.) But she couldn’t feel his presence in the bed. Sitting up, she tried to get a look into the kitchen to see if he was making breakfast, but again she found nothing. She knew he didn’t work today, so where was he?

“Frank?” she called out. Before she could rip the sheets away, she heard a small mrrow? Lifting up the covers, she couldn’t help but smile as a small orange cat looked at her with a pleased expression. She giggled and scritched its head. “Frank, is that you?”

The cat meowed again and stretched, acting as if its arms were reaching for her. It stood on its legs and trotted closer, nuzzling into her hand. Hazel giggled again and laid down with the cat immediately worming its way in her arms, purring very loudly. She cuddled the cat close and hummed as she rubbed her face against its fluffy fur, stroking its tummy as well. If it was possible, the cat purred even louder.

“We should do this every morning, hm? Although, I’d prefer you as a fat, happy bulldog. I bet you’d really like belly rubs as a bulldog, wouldn’t you?” Hazel suggested, letting out a huffed chuckle as the cat meowed again. An hour passed and the cat slipped from Hazel’s grip and as it jumped off the bed, its form grew as Frank finally revealed himself.

“Noooo, more cat cuddles!” Hazel whined as she reached for her boyfriend. Frank chuckled, stretching his back then leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Sorry, but this cuddly cat wants pancakes. You’d better get up and help or you won’t get any.” Frank kissed her head again and left her on the bed. She was up in an instant, following him out the door saying, “Like hell I’m not getting pancakes!”

Breakfast was made and eaten with lovely lo-fi beats to accompany them (Frank’s choice). Then, they began to settle down for the day. Hazel sat on the couch with her book as Frank laid his head on her lap while home remodeling shows played on the TV. As Hazel read, she carded her fingers through Frank’s short hair. She enjoyed the soft hums of pleasure that rumbled from his muscular chest.

Losing her train of thought, Hazel began to admire Frank’s form. He was built perfectly. He was muscular but not too bulky which was Hazel’s favorite thing. You could feel the pure muscle from his arm and he didn’t even need to flex. His entire chest was chiseled graciously from his pecs to his abs. His legs were something to marvel as well. It was embarrassing how easy Hazel blushed when Frank flexed his thighs and quads. But she couldn’t help herself. There was so much to love about him. And not just his body, she loved Frank because of how his kindness was unyielding. And the best part was that it was infectious. He was a loveable goofball that managed to get everyone giggling at his jokes or his silly solutions. Hazel was hopelessly in love.

Her arms moved before her mind did, setting her book aside and sliding her hand across Frank’s chest to his stomach. Frank let out a small gasp and smirked, fighting back a snicker. Hazel nearly squealed aloud but held strong, grinning back to him instead. She softly pet his tummy, turning his smirk into a bright smile. He put a hand around her wrist but his grip was so soft she barely felt it.

“Hehey, what are you doing?” he chuckled. He looked to his girlfriend’s eyes, fighting back a nervous giggle when he noticed the now mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Can’t I give my boyfriend a tummy rub? You seemed to like it a whole lot earlier~” teased Hazel, ever so slightly curling her fingers to make her giddy boyfriend jump. Frank did just that, twitching from her fingers while biting his lip.

“Y-You can… but…” Frank whined slightly and covered his furiously blushing face with his hands. Hazel laughed and shifted herself so she had both hands stroking his stomach.

“But what, Frankie? What’s the matter? Is there a problem?” Hazel’s honey smooth voice continued to tease as she now drummed her fingers against Frank’s hardened abs. Frank chuckled ‘miserably’ in his hands, lightly kicking his feet up as a very adorable reaction. The shapeshifter peeked at Hazel from his fingers and whined, “dohohooon’t…”

“Why nooooooot?” Hazel whined back but in a more playful tone. She gave a small pinch to his ab which made him squeak as he reached down to lightly push her hands away, but that proved useless.

“Because! It’ll tickle…” he said quietly, almost as if someone else would find out.

“I mean, that’s kinda why I wanna do it, dum dum,” she admitted. She started poking around Frank’s stomach that made him squeak once again and lean his head back, giggling oh so cutely. He gently thumped his heel against the sofa cushion to try and cope with the electrifying feeling. Hazel giggled and paused for a moment, taking Frank’s chin and gently directing his face towards her.

“I won’t do anything without permission.” That declaration from his girlfriend really sent him over the edge. Frank’s face went fully red as he covered his face again. After a pause he muttered, “m’kay.”

Hazel grinned and wiggled her fingers. Gasping like the first time, Frank started to chuckle sweetly, melting Hazel’s heart instantly. He covered his mouth with a closed fist, wrapping his arm around his chest as he tried his best not to lean off the couch. As Hazel’s fingers drummed and wiggled against his abs the more Frank’s laughter grew.

“Hmhm Hmhmhmhmhm… kkh… hehehehehehehehe! Hehehehehehehe! Hahahahahahahaha!” giggled Frank, now slightly arching his back off the couch.

Frank didn’t get tickled much since of his size and build, he suspected, but he didn’t mind when someone would try. Hazel found out his weakness on the Argo II and he didn’t necessarily say anything about it. No “please don’t tell anyone!” or “if someone asks me if I’m ticklish I know you’ll have told them” or anything like that. He always loved the games his mom would play with him, the stories she’d tell him as she tickled him silly. It made him feel… very warm inside. So having his girlfriend  just up and do this out of nowhere made his heart flutter.

“Such a giggly goose- wait, are geese ticklish? Would you know Frank? I mean, can we test it?” Hazel was now unintentionally teasing the poor shapeshifter who now giggles at a higher pitch as Hazel swirled circles on his belly. He tittered and giggled, lightly kicking the arm of the couch as he fought with his arms to not block Hazel out. She started poking and prodding up his sides which made him squirm back and forth like a salsa dancer.

“Haha, Frankie! You’re so cute when you’re squirmy! What if I get you here?” Hazel pondered as she climbed her hands up to his armpit.

“EEHEE!” Frank shrieked and shot his arms to his sides, trapping his girlfriend’s evil hands where they were, digging into his highest rib.

“Hahahahahahahahahaha! Hahahahahahahahahazelllll! Thahahahahat’s my tihihihihihihihihihickle spohohohohohohot! Gahahahahahahaaa! I cahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaan’t!” Frank’s laughter rang true through their small apartment. And Hazel positively died of cuteness and cooed right back to him.

“Aww! That’s your tickle spot, huh? Does it tickle in your tickle spot?” She giggled as Frank nodded honestly, whimpering and laughing in the same breaths. Hazel forced her fingers upwards and that had Frank in stitches. He hugged his arms tight over his chest, kicking his feet harder now and shook his head back and forth as happy laughter burst from his throat.

“Nooooooooooooooo! Ahahahahahahahahaha Hazhehehehehehehehel! Come ohohohohohohohohoh! Nohohohohoho armpihihihihhihihihits! Eeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheeheehee! Okahahahahay okay! Plehehehehehehehease!” Frank begged as he started to lose his mind. Taking pity on her large boyfriend, she stopped her wiggling fingers. This let the shapeshifter take in a huge gulp of air, panting and giggling as air was restored to his lungs. Hazel was about to leave well enough alone, but there was one problem.

“Uh… Frank?” she asked. Mentioned boy looked up tiredly to find Hazel’s hands were still stuck in his armpits. “I, uh, I kinda need these, babe.”

Frank froze… then shook his head rapidly. Hazel laughed and tried tugging her hands out, but her only result was ticklish glee from her boyfriend. She laughed again and tugged one last time. Half to prove a point, and half to hear that sound again.

“Bahabe! You need to lift your arms!” Hazel demanded, smiling at the silliness of the situation.

“Nohoho! You’re gonna tickle mehehe!” Frank argued, amused with not only the situation but as well as the simultaneous tickles.

“I’m gonna tickle you if you keep my hands here!” Hazel and Frank laughed for a moment before both calming, taking in giggly breaths. “Ok Frankie bear. If you lift up your arms, I promise I won’t tickle you. Swear on my life. Got it babe?”

Frank looked at her, still giggling through intervals of breaths. He sounded like a hysterical out of breath toddler, it was so cute! Hazel couldn’t stand it, her forehead falling on his chest.

“Cohome on, Frank! It’s not that hard!”

“Give me a second! Ghosh, what hurry are you in? I'm the ohone losing my mind!” Frank giggled as he fussed over her. She couldn’t give him just one second to man up?? He finally, finally caught his breath enough to focus.

“On the count of three, ok?” He looked at Hazel who nodded. Frank took a deep breath and exhaled. “One… two… three!”

In one swift movement, Frank lifted his arms and Hazel ripped her hands out his armpits as Frank shot his arms back down.

“See? That wasn’t so hard. Big baby,” Hazel teased, kissing his nose. Her hazel hair fell into Frank’s face causing him to smile. He brought his hand behind her neck and gently pulled her in for a kiss. When they parted, Frank started giggling again.

“What is it?” Hazel asked, humored.

“You taste like coffee.” Frank pressed their foreheads together and kissed her again. It was Hazel’s turn to giggle because when they broke away, she responded with, “And you taste like maple syrup.”

The two hummed and giggled, nuzzling their noses together and kissing every so often. And whispering ‘I love you’ to each other like it was their little secret.

Perfect wasn’t just a way to describe a morning. It was to describe their life, their love. It was all… perfect.

[gaybananabread]

Hii!!! This is gonna be a long one lol and also I feel a bit weird so sorry in advance🙏🙏 had this random idea about day 11 where it was hurt/comfort, percy jackson heroes of olympus, lee!leo ler!will and leo has to stop by the infirmary after coming back to life to just make sure everything’s alright and he was having a shit day and Will notices and asks him about it and he tells Will about all the things he’d been through (throughout the books or what we’re told previously), and Will gives him a hug and is comforting him and stuff and he accidentally tks him and asks for confirmation if it’s okay and then hugs him and tks him

I KNOW THATS A LOT SO I TOTALLY UNDERSTAND IF YOU CAN’T TAKE THIS ONE OR IF YOU’D PREFER NOT TO BUT WHICHEVER WAY THAT ENDS UP BEING THANK YOU AND I HOPE YOU HAVE. AGOOD DAY/geN

TickleTober Day 11 - Hug

~Uhm, HELLO?!? I LOVE this prompt! Never feel bad for giving me a lot; I love hearing y'all's ideas! (⁠ ^w^ ⁠) It's been a hot second since I've read the books, so I'm sorry if they feel OOC. This takes place in The Hidden Oracle when Leo shows up at Camp HB. Thank you so much for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Leo Valdez

Ler: Will Solace

Summary: Leo is feeling like flaming garbage after returning to camp. He visits Will to make sure everything inside him is how it should be. Luckily, the healer knows just how to mend his broken spirits.

Warnings: spoilers for HOO and TOA! This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!

“Please keep off that leg for a few days, okay? I know it feels fine, but I don't want you damaging any tissue that didn't fully heal.”

Will smiled tiredly as he sent off the last injured camper from his medical tent. The Colossus had done quite a bit of damage; he'd been helping folks almost the entire day.

With a groan, the blonde collapsed on a clean cot, running a hand down his face. He missed the sound of the tent flap opening, keeping his eyes closed.

“Uh…howdy, stranger.”

The boy jolted upwards, grabbing the nearest item and pointing it at the intruder somewhat menacingly. His face fell when he noticed that, one, he was holding a glove balloon he'd made for an upset camper, and two, Leo was the one in the opening.

“Oh…Leo! Hey, sorry about…yeah. I'm just frazzled.” Will lowered his “weapon,” hopping off the cot to greet the boy. “What's up?”

“You're cool, man. Just wanted to get a checkup, make sure all my insides came back right.” Leo chuckled, poking his own side in an attempt to lighten the mood. He and Will weren't super close; he didn't want things to be awkward.

“Right…right! How could I forget?!” Will immediately sprung up, reinvigorated by guilt and frantic panic. What if Leo's intestines didn't come back right?! It was a godly cure, and they weren't always keen on demigod safety…

“Woah- hey! It's cool, man, it's cool! You've been busy; we're good.” Leo smiled, though it was a little off-putting to Will. He seemed…less. Less excited, less energetic, less snarky.

Less himself.

After he had Leo situated on the cot, he tried to sneakily ask him how he was doing during the checkup. The fiery demigod didn't seem like the type to readily discuss his feelings.

“So how have things been since…ya know.” Will awkwardly asked as he checked Leo's reflexes. The boy's leg kicked out healthily.

“Interesting, I guess. Wish I'd gotten a cool scar or something. Would've been worth it,” Leo joked, though a small part of him was serious. A sick, bad-boy scar wouldn't have been the worst side effect.

“Hmm. Alright…” Now Will was worried; jokes like that weren't a sigh of good mental health. He'd sacrificed himself to save them, but he'd done it pretty secretively.

“Can I touch here? I need to give you a quick physical.” Will pointed to his middle, not wanting to move forward until he had consent. With Leo's nod, he continued.

“I mean, it wasn't horrid, ya know?” Leo began to ramble, trying to fill the semi-awkward silence. It was suffocating. “Sure, it hurt, but… I didn't see the underworld or anything. No real damage done!”

“Leo…” The blonde paused, furrowing his brows. Nope: that was getting addressed.

“Are you okay? Mentally, physically, all of it?”

The brunette bit his lip, feeling his eyes water. Damn it! He'd been trying so hard to stay upbeat; he'd just have to lie.

“I…” Leo's voice broke, and he cursed himself for it. Before he could bury his face in his hands and combust, a strong pair of arms wrapped around him.

“It's okay, Leo. You don't have to be perfectly happy. You're allowed to feel broken.” Will's voice was steady and soothing as he reassured the shorter boy, squeezing him just tightly enough to feel secure.

For a few minutes, Leo just melted into the embrace, letting the tears and the sounds that came with them flow. He'd been bottling up so much since he was revived, and even beforehand.

When it felt like his lungs weren't trying to kill him, Leo attempted to speak. He hated how weak his voice sounded.

“Sorry, I…yeah. Didn't mean to fall apart.” Leo's gaze fell, though quickly snapped back up when he fell Will pull away. The other boy's hands remained on his shoulders, grounding him.

“There's nothing to be sorry for, Leo. You needed to cry after literally dying and coming back to life. That's completely valid.”

How could that boy be so calming, yet make him so sad?! Leo blamed Apollo children's poetry skills.

“O-okay, okay, I get it! Quit making me all mushy, you jerk,” Leo snapped, though he instantly melted back into the hug when Will pulled him in.

“Just making sure you remember.” Will chuckled fondly, feeling a protective urge wash over him. He wanted Leo to feel safe and secure. “You wanna talk about it?”

“I…yeah. Yeah, actually, I do.” Leo nodded, feeling a bit surprised by himself. He usually hated talking about his feelings, but Will was such a nice friend; he felt secure enough to open up.

Leo told him about everything: his mother, the Wilderness camp, the fear of making his decision, the guilt from lying to his friends on the Argo II, the all-encompassing agony he'd endured during his death, the guilt he still felt from making his friends cry and coming back after Jason was gone.

Will listened to all of it, still holding Leo and helping him vent. While most of the content was saddening and serious, the blonde was happy Leo was getting it out.

“I just don't know what to do, ya know? How do I stop feeling so…ick?” Leo splayed his fingers out, trying to show his general unease with his hands.

“There's a few ways, though everyone copes differently. What're you hoping to feel instead of ‘ick’?” Will spoke gently, trying not to use too many big, mentally-concious words. It was still a miracle that Leo opened up at all.

“I dunno…happy, I guess? Less heavy. I wanna go back to feeling like I'm alive, rather than…well, ya know. Burdened.” Leo laughed at that; it felt weird to actually say “burdened” in context.

Will searched his mind, trying to remember something that would help. His thoughts wandered to one of Nico’s bad days, remembering how he'd cheered the boy up. That could work…

“Do you trust me?”

“What?” Leo tilted his head, wondering why Will just suddenly asked that. Random… “Uh, yeah. Why?”

“Hold your arms out. If you hate it, tell me to stop, and I will.” Will's words were cryptic, of course; he didn't wanna spook Leo by outright asking for the goofy permission. He really did think it would help.

“Uh, okay?” Leo did as he was told, holding his arms out by his sides. The scenario felt vaguely familiar, though he couldn't place why.

Will wrapped his arms around Leo's middle once again, holding him close. Before the son of Hephaestus could question him, he felt ten wiggling fingers on each of his sides.

“Pfft- whahahahat?! Wihill!” Leo squirmed in place, his arms snapping down to his sides. Will's were already blocking the way, so he couldn't really protect himself from the tickles.

“What? Everyone needs a good laugh sometimes. These are a good way to lighten up.” Will shrugged, settling his chin on Leo's shoulder. He could feel the abnormal heat radiating off the boy, but it only made him even more comfy.

“S-seheheriously? Thihis is duhuhumb!” Wriggling around, Leo tried to pry Will's hands off. Thanks to their position, he could really only swipe at the blonde's forearms and complain.

“If you don't like it, just tell me to stop. You know I will.”

Ugh, that wasn't fair! Leo didn't actually want him to stop, but he was basically making him admit that! It was ruining his bad boy image!

“Shuhut uhuhup, Solace!”

That made Will's dumb grin double in size. Leo couldn't see it, but the sunshine boy was really happy that he was enjoying the tickles. One, he found another friend that enjoyed them, and two, he was actually helping Leo feel better. Two birds, one stone!

“I wonder if your ribs are ticklish…” Will thought out loud, moving his hands up to scribble on the backs of Leo's ribcage. He wasn't disappointed; belly laughter quickly replaced the giggles, filling Will's ears.

“CRAHAHAHAP!” Leo's warm hands settled on Will's shoulders, squeezing as he tried not to violently squirm. A very not-nice word slipped through his laughter, making Will gasp.

“Leo Valdez! Language!” Will pretended to be angry, doubling down on the rib tickles. Okay, maybe that was hypocritical—he’d said much worse during stressful moments—but it was too fun to pass up. “I won't tolerate profanity in my med bay!”

Leo snorted—dear gods, snorted—as the sensations intensified; he was losing control of himself. His hands were heating up more and more, and that only led to one thing.

“OHOKAHAHAY! *snort* STOHOHOP!”

Will immediately stopped the tickling, switching to rubbing gentle circles on Leo's back. His palms rubbed over the backs of the giggly boy's ribs, helping to ease the phantom sensations.

Leo flexed his hands as he calmed down, feeling the heat recede back into his arms and deep into his chest. Despite nearly losing control, he felt…really damn good.

“W-wohow.”

“See? Told you it would help.” Will's fond tone was appreciated, though it appealed to Leo's more mischievous side; he was already plotting revenge.

“Fihine, yeah, you were right.” Leo tried to be sarcastic, but the weight had been lifted off his chest. Even if it was only temporary, he felt relieved. “Thanks, Will. Seriously.”

“No problem, Leo. If you ever need another quick dose, I'm always here.” Will gave Leo's side a little poke, earning a giggly growl.

“Watch it, Solace. You've got one coming.” Leo gave the blonde one last hug before heading out of the tent, feeling ten pounds lighter than when he entered. He was definitely going to return the favor…

Will smiled, quickly sanitizing the cot Leo was on before allowing himself to fully relax. Man, that was fun; the stress from before was gone, leaving him tired, but happy.

After a few minutes of rest, he hauled himself out of his cot and went to find Nico. Some cuddles would be the perfect way to end such a busy day. And hey, maybe he'd drop a few hints about Leo's treatment.

Laughter is the best medicine, after all...

[kanene-yaaay]

Bonds, Friendship and other strange things that are affected by it

Kanene’s notes: It’s been! A long time!! What a hello! :D Uhhhh, tbh, I am not sure when this is going to be posted because I haven’t finished writing the ending yet but at the same time I can’t think of an ending for it so dfgthyujuhygtffg let’s see which part of me will win when this comes out xD

(Edit: So, I came here to post it unfinished but !!! a suden lighting of inspiration striked me so!! dfhyujikjh yay! another fic! lets gooo)

Warnings: None. Around 1000 words of Lee!Percy and Ler!Grover because those two are incredibly fun and cool to be around and think about.

[~*~]

Grover cared about Percy. He really did. Of course. No one would create a bond that can possibily cost your life with someone that you didn’t trust as if the own Destiny had intertwined your existences to follow each other at the hardest times. Especially if that other person was a half-blood that was more into fights, problems and almost-death situations than most teenagers could admit.

So, yes, he loved Percy. He was his friend. His best friend. And maybe a brother, but this title was already well placed in Tyson and he was not about to fight a three foot tall cyclop for it. He had enough fighting and marrying cyclops for his life. Thank you very much.

Anyway. Love and Care. Yeah.

But this was starting to get ridiculous.

Happiness and joy exploded in his chest like fireworks being set off just under his skin, leaving his entire body with a buzzing, kind of tickly feeling running just about everywhere.

"My gods, Percy, I am not even touching you!!" He had to almost physically bite the giggles that threatened to spill from his throat.

Percy wasn't so lucky. His face was already beginning to be tainted with red by both the unstoppable onslaught of titters and snickers and the embarrassment of Grover being absolutely right.

"Shut up, shut up. You're so stupid, this is so stuhuhupid!"

"Really?" Grover rested his hands on the other's sides and almost jumped in surprise with the phantom feeling of ticklish shock that made his body want to curl in a ball of protection.

It was no surprise when the younger began kicking and crackling even before Grover squeezed the tickle spot as if his life depended on it.

"Pehercy! There is no way someone can be that ticklish!"

“Shuhut it!”

And that was the thing: Percy was actually NOT that ticklish. He swear that he wasn’t! If he crumbled just with the slightly hint of wiggly fingers and a couple of squeezes, Annabeth would have destroyed him on all their playful debates for now. Damn, if he was that sensitive, he wouldn't have survived his own childhood with a mother that was as sweet and as lovely as merciless during an attempt to cheer her son up.

But he couldn’t articulate this. Not when that dumb bond could make him feel not only his own butterflies flying and dancing crazy on his stomach, but also that sunny feeling of a playful joy that he was sure that came from Grover's pride making the Son of Poseidon, who survived two gigantic wars and another countless life-threatening fights, die with just some digging on his ribcage and oh, shit he was getting higher, nononono-

"Stohohohop!!" He arched his back, hands holding Grover's wrists but too much weak to push the scribbling fingers that were focusing too much in that awful space between each rib to be fair away. He was sure the entire world could hear the way his laughter got higher and louder even before Grover decided to close his hands in fists and drill his knuckles on the skin. 

For a moment Percy almost regreted embarassing his friend in front of Juniper, but the feeling almost as quick as it was gone. 

"I hahahahate this. I hate this so much!"

Grover didn't even falter for a second, barely stopping to acknowledge the happy warmth - like watching the sunrise in the beach with your favorite people around you - that definitely wasn't only his taking over his senses before answering. "Yes, Percy, of course you do. Just like fishes hate water, but you do."

"I'm serious!"

"I am literally agreeing with you, dude."

"No, you're not!"

"Now you're just making stuff up."

And before Percy could protest more Grover decide to finally end the other's suffering and worm his way to the armpits with ease pratice, barely fliching at the honest-to-the-gods scream that came out from his friend's mouth before he fell in silent laughter, his entire body shaking with every giggle and hands twitching between hiding his face every time another snort was fished from his throat or keep trying (and failing) in pry the offending fingers from their unfair, drilling attack on the ticklish pits.

A faintly sound of leaves moving was the only warning that they weren’t alone anymore. Grover smiled even before the so known amused voice called their attention.

"Oh, it's you. I thought the Stymphalian birds were back for revenge. Hi, seaweed brain."

“Hey, Annabeth!”

With all the noise, Grover was surprised Annabeth took as long as she did to appear.

Percy seemed to think otherwise.

"No!" Suddenly his efforts to escape got 10 times worse, which, since he really wasn't trying to truly get away from the very beginning, made it see like Grover was fighting against an old lazy chihuahua. "How did you find us!"

"Did he interrupt your date again?"

At the reminder, Grover fred the rest of his fingers to claw at Percy's belly - right above his bellybutton, wehere were storaged the best collection of snorts and shrieks, while his thumbs were still drumming on his armpits.

"Yes." He had to shout above the other's high pitched laughter. "And it's Kill Percy Thursday!"

“How could I forget?” The blonde started cracking her fingers, making bubbly excitment run so quickly and strongly in his senses that Grover had to stop the tickling to snicker, instinctively fliching away. Annabeth eyed both of them with a glint of fondness and amusement that did nothing to hide the pure mischieviousness taking over her expressions. “By the way, I think I am owned some revenge since someone decided to prank me with those fake books last week.”

“It was good knowing you, dude.”

Joy and warmth and pride and care chasing each other in his chest while he tried to keep the daughter of Athena away from his tickle spots with no sucess.

The things he had to put up with because of his friends, really.

[kourtniwritesagain]

Make Your Move (Updated 07/18/2023)

A/N: I wrote this a million years ago, but it’s probably the most reblogged/liked story I ever wrote. The blog I wrote it on (thatkourtnichik) has been deactivated for a while. I’ve tweaked a few things in this story and corrected some previous errors. 

“You sure you’re feeling alright?” Will Solace asked Nico di Angelo for the hundredth time.

“Yes.” Nico replied with an eye roll.

He just finished up his prison sentence third day in the infirmary and was currently trying to be alone with his thoughts outside. Of course, Will and his ‘sparkling’ personality had to invade his time alone (and his thoughts and his dreams…).

“Maybe another day—”

“You said three days, Solace,” Nico interrupted, pointing a finger at the blonde-haired blue-eyed boy. “I did my time.”

Will snorted. “You make it sound like a prison sentence.”

“Your words.”

“Hey, believe it or not, I actually know what I’m talking about.” Will replied, nudging Nico with his shoulder. “You know, since I’m ‘special’ and what not.”

Now it was Nico’s turn to snort. “Is that what we’re calling it now? No more half-blood’s, we’re all just special?”

Will chuckled. “It’s less of a mouthful.” 

Nico rolled his eyes and ducked his head to hide his grin.

“Well…look at that, the son of Hades knows how to smile.”

Nico looked up to scoff at the older boy, but he found himself lost in the brilliant sunny smile that was on Will’s face. Nico swallowed slowly and felt heat rise to his face.

“And blushes too…hmm…interesting.” Will’s sunny smile quickly turned smug. Nico pushed at his shoulder, making Will laugh.

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re annoying?” Nico asked.

“A few times,” answered Will. “But mostly I get stunning and talented.”

“What about stubborn, aggravating, insufferable, irritating—”

“That’s a lot of adjectives.”

Nico stopped mid-rant and, this time, couldn’t stop the smile on his face. Will Solace had a way of making Nico think differently…to feel differently as well. The son of Hades had been so focused on Percy and what he thought were true feelings for the other boy that he hadn’t been able to see that there were other possibilities for companionship…for love.

Not that he loved Will.

Because he didn’t.

Not at all.

“There’s that smile again! You should do that more often you know,” said Will. “You’re whole face is like…brightening.”

“Yeah well…don’t get used to it.” Nico replied. “I can’t stay out of my brooding cloud for too long. It gets lonely.”

Will laughed at that, and Nico thought that it was a very nice sound.

“I’m sure it’ll survive without you.” Will told him.

“I dunno…everyone’s got their thing and the brooding cloud is apparently mine. I mean, where would we be without Percy’s sass? Or Annabeth’s lack of tact? Or without your pigheadedness—oof!”

Will tackled Nico to the ground and had him pinned on his back. Nico looked incredulously up at the boy and felt his jaw open slightly, shocked at how easily he was taken down.

“You know, some people don’t like to be insulted di Angelo.” Will said, grinning mischievously at him.

“Is that so?” Nico asked, feigning arrogance. “Well, maybe some people just don’t appreciate honesty?”

Will narrowed his eyes adorably (Nico so did not just think that). “You think you’re funny, don’t you?”

Nico shrugged, tugging lightly at his hands, which were pinned underneath Will’s knees. “A little funny, yeah.”

“I’ll give you something to laugh at,” said Will as he brought his hands up and settled them over Nico’s ribs. “Tell me, oh powerful and dark and brooding son of Hades, are you…ticklish?”

Nico gasped and then squirmed slightly as Will started drumming his fingers lightly against his rib cage. “What?”

“Are you ticklish? It’s a common trait among humans, and half-bloods. too, as far as I know. You know, being a ‘doctor’ and all I know which spots to avoid…or torture ruthlessly.”

Nico glared up at him. “Don’t even think about it, Solace.”

Will smirked and dug into Nico’s rib cage, making the other boy bark out a laugh. Of course, Nico di Angelo was stubborn and soon clamped his mouth shut, trying to keep himself from laughing.

“Oh don’t think I’m going to be going easy on you!” Will laughed, wiggling his fingers in between Nico’s rib cage.

Nico tried desperately not to laugh. He hadn’t been tickled in years. The last person to even try had been his sister. Ever since he arrived at Camp, there hadn’t exactly been any time for rest and relaxation. Plus, no one really liked him anyways…well, Will insisted people wanted to befriend him, but Nico had been used to isolating himself and never really got too close to anyone. Plus, he enjoyed his personal space.

Not that Will cared…obviously.

“D-Dohohon’t!” Nico giggled. Ugh. Giggled. How embarrassing!

“You know, if you tell me your worst spot, this’ll be over a lot quicker.” Will told him, moving his hands up Nico’s rib cage and digging into his under arms.

“No! Nonono!” Nico shouted, tugging desperately at his arms to free them. Unfortunately, he had no luck and his strength was being sapped from all the effort he was putting into not laughing.

“Underarms? That’s a hot spot for a lot of people, but I’m guessing this isn’t the spot, am I right?” Will asked, grinning like a fool as he clawed his hands, vibrating them quickly and sending ticklish jolts all throughout Nico’s body. Small huffs of laughter were starting to spill from Nico’s lips, which of course only encouraged Will.

"I wanna hear some good ol’ fashioned belly laughter!” Will stated and decided to move his hands to Nico’s stomach.

And that’s when the dam broke.

“NohohOHOHO! No! WILL! PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“Jackpot!” Will crowed and then proceeded to wreak absolute havoc on Nico’s sensitive tummy.

Nico cackled like a mad man as his stomach was poked, prodded, tweaked, and tortured. Apparently, his stomach was his weak spot, and Will hadn’t been kidding when he said he knew how to torture ruthlessly. Nico’s thin shirt offered very little protection, not that it mattered because the blonde menace was currently pulling it up to get at his sensitive skin.

“WIHIHIHILL! STAHAHAP!” Nico begged, a helpless grin on his face and tears of mirth gathering in the corners of his eyes. Will was making nonsensical patterns all over his stomach, stroking softly and slowly, making Nico shiver.

“You have a very nice laugh. You should laugh more often, ya know?”

“PleHEHEHEASE! I-I can’t TAHAHAHAKE IT!” Nico tried to convince him.

“Oh, you’re taking it just fine!” Will replied cheerfully.

“I wihihihill SEND AHAHA MILLION ZOHOHOHOMBIES i-into yOUR CAHAHABIN! I SWEHEHEHEAR!”

“Meh, zombies aren’t that scary. Besides, hearing you laugh and seeing you smile is more than worth it.” Will replied with a wink.

Nico was thankful that his face was already beet red from laughing so that Will couldn’t tell just how hard he was blushing.

“You know, I’ve heard raspberries are like, the worst feeling for people who are super ticklish on their stomachs.”

“NOHOHO!” Nico protested, but then Will was leaning his head down and there was no stopping him. Nico shrieked and dissolved into deep laughter as Will blew a wet and messy and ticklish raspberry on his belly.

“WIHIHIHIHILL! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Nico begged as Will continued to deliver raspberry after raspberry.

Nico was drumming his heels into the dirt before he finally gave up and went limp, head thrown back and eyes closed as he gave in to the ticklish sensations.

That is until he felt a pair of lips press against his own.

Nico’s eyes went wide just as Will pulled back and beamed down at him.

“You have a very nice laugh.” Will said softly.

“So you’ve said…” Nico replied breathlessly, both from the tickling attack and the shock at having just been kissed.

“C’mon, dinner is almost ready.” Will got off of him and offered him a hand.

“What was—” Nico cut himself off and blushed furiously as he allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

“The kiss?” Will asked, and Nico nodded. “Well, you just looked so adorable, and I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable…”

“No.” Nico replied softly.

“No, what?”

“No, it didn't make me uncomfortable.”

Will grinned. “So, I can do it again?”

Nico nodded and smiled back but then quickly scowled. “But if you tickle me again, I will end you, Solace.”

Will laughed. “Duly noted, di Angelo.”

Will grabbed Nico’s hand, and Nico had never felt so happy in all of his life.

[fluffanonn]

New fics!

Here two new fics featuring Poseidon and Hades!

[shoto-chann]

Hi there! I've been reading your stories for a while, and they're absolutely adorable 😍 if you're taking requests, and since you're writing for HoO, I wanted to request a lee! Leo and ler! Piper or Jason or any of the Seven tickling the shit out of him for pulling nonstop pranks on April Fool's. Thank you so much hehe

This idea sounds absolutely beautiful! I finally get to write for my favorite book series! My Percy Jackson Era has started! There seriously needs to be more PJO/HoO tickle fics out there with characters like Leo, Frank, Hazel, or any other characters, but I'm fine with any cause they're all so wonderful. Here ya go, friend 😁😁

There's Always A Limit

Heroes of Olympus

Lee! Leo

Ler! Percy, Annabeth, Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel

Description: Leo keeps pulling April Fool's pranks on everyone, and after daring to get Annabeth, she and the rest of the Seven teach him why he shouldn't test people's patience

*Warning: Contains tickling

Leo silently giggled to himself as he finished setting up his next prank. "This is gonna be so good," He said quietly as he tiptoed out of the room he was in. Turning to the semi opened door, he waited for that person to wake up. He didn't have to wait long cause that person woke up five seconds later, rubbed the sleep out of their eyes, and screamed bloody murder. Leo laughed out loud and entered the room, witnessing Annabeth screaming and crawling away from what appeared to be the scariest thing in the world: spiders. Annabeth's eyes turned to Leo as she trembled in the corner. "LEO! KILL THEM! KILL THEM!" She screamed. "PERCY! PERCY!" "April Fools!" Leo said as he fell to the floor, cackling. He picked up one of the spiders and showed it to Annabeth, who only screamed louder. "Calm down, they're not real spiders" Leo said as he revealed what it actually was. "It's just paper, Annie. Oh, I can't believe I got you. Everyone said it was impossible, but I just proved them wrong. Coach Hedge, better pay up!" Leo said as he bolted out of the room with a chuckle and an evil smirk.

Later, everyone except Leo met up around the dining hall. Unfortunately, everyone had fallen victim to Leo's pranks. Percy's food was dyed red, which made Percy cry. Jason, who hardly got any sleep, was holding a now destroyed alarm clock that went off and played Jason's least favorite song at random times. Piper's wardrobe was swapped out with fancy and elegant clothing, something she hated with a passion. Frank's face was written in marker with the message saying "Leo Da Best," and Hazel had fake minerals laying around her room and around other people's rooms, scaring her almost to death. But the only one who was the most angry was Annabeth. To say she was pissed would be an understatement. One look at her made the Underworld feel like a tropical vacation. "I'm going to kill Valdez," Annabeth said through gritted teeth. "I'm not sure we should go that far," Jason said. "Don't get me wrong, I feel like flinging him off the ship and blasting him with lightning, but we should-" "I want to hurl hurricanes at him" Percy said angrily. "Maybe I can charmspeak him into jumping off the ship as it flies." "Maybe I should throw a gold bar in his face." "I can shoot him in his legs." Everyone started naming things they could (and wanted to) do to Leo for his pranks, and it was starting to get out of control. "EVERYBODY, SHUT UP!" Annabeth shouted. Everyone immediately stopped talking with fear that Annabeth might hurt them instead. "Look, we all want to hurt Leo, but there's a better way to deal with him besides breaking his bones and killing him" Annabeth said. "What do you have in mind, Wise Girl?" Percy asked. "Glad you asked, Seaweed Brain. I'll demonstrate. Get up here." Percy hesitated to move, but he did as he was told and walked up to Annabeth, who immediately judo flipped him onto his back and tickled his belly button without mercy. "GAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHANABEHEHEHETH! WHYHYHY!?" "This is for not coming to help me when Leo put fake spiders in my room." Annabeth said as she continued her assault for another twenty seconds before letting Percy go. "And just because I needed to let off a little steam," She said as she kissed Percy on the cheek. Annabeth stood up and sighed. "Everyone get what I mean now?" Everyone nodded at the idea of teaching Leo a thing or two.

Later that day, Leo was rummaging around for more materials he could use to get another couple of pranks in. He had the brilliant idea that involved fake snakes and a voice changer. He had almost finished creating his voice changer when all of a sudden Piper came in. "Leo, that big angry bird is back." Leo looked up at Piper. "Really?! Finally, I get to pay that stupid bird back for taking my food!" Leo got down and rushed out to the main hall to ready the weapons, only to find the bird inside and resting on a table. Leo locked eyes with the bird and smirked. "Ready to get turned into dinner, you stupid bird?" He stepped closer to the bird, but before he could make a move, the bird flew at Leo full speed. Leo was about to catch the bird, but was surprised when the bird grew arms and legs and was reaching out to-

"What the-" Leo was tackled down by what was now an angry looking Frank. Frank pinned him to the ground with one hand, his eyes looming over Leo with hatred and a small hint of a smirk. "What was that for, dude?! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Leo exclaimed. "Oh no, the horror," said Annabeth with an annoyed yet satisfied sarcastic tone. She and the other demigods walked in behind her and approached Leo. "Guys, w-what's with the sudden-" "So you think it's funny to prank everyone here?" Annabeth asked in a demanding tone. "Well...yeah. It's April Fools Day. How can I just pass this opportunity up?" Annabeth glared at him, but it wasn't her usual annoyed or angry glare. She had a smirk on her face. Leo was even more afraid of this Annabeth than angry mom Annabeth. "Well, Valdez, you have to be punished for what toy did to everyone." Everyone had already positioned themselves next to Leo, which made him a little nervous. "L-Look, we can talk about this like civil people hehehere" Leo giggled nervously. "It's a little too late for talking" Annabeth said. "I wonder how quickly you can hit your limit."

"Please, Annie-" "Only I get to call her that!" Percy said as he started tickling Leo's hips. Leo bucked his hips as he giggled loudly. Soon, Jason joined in and tickled his sides, Piper went for his ribs, Annabeth and Hazel targeted his feet, and Frank just held him down with his arms above his head. Leo was cackling right off the bat with 10 hands tickling almost every spot. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HEHEHEHE! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! GUHUHUHUYS, STAHAHAHAP! THIHIHIS IHIS TOO MUHUHUCH!" Leo begged. The others just ignored him and continued to tickle him. "Hey, Frank. His armpits are extra sensitive, especially if you're a little rough with it" Jason commented. "JAHAHASON, YOU TRAHAHAHAHAITOR! NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! FRAHAHANK! NOHOT THEHEHEHERE!" Leo's laugh increased once Frank started tickling his armpits. This shocked everyone for little bit. Frank was one to never tickle anyone without their permission and was too nice to tickle anyone for long. Apparently that didn't apply to Leo cause he was tickling him like crazy, even going as far as to tickle the spot between his ribs and armpits. Leo started screaming at the top of his lungs, but no words could come out. It only made it worse when Frank used his free hand to tickle Leo's belly. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" "Okay guys! Rotate!" Annabeth said. Momentarily, everyone let him go so he could breathe while they rotated positions. Leo was trying to steady his breathing so he could actually get some air. "Plehehease. Noho mohohore," He begged. "Oh, Leo, Leo, Leo, you poor dumb boy. You're not even a quarter of the way done with your punishment" Annabeth said with a chuckle. Then she and the others started tickling Leo again.

For nearly an hour, everyone had taken turns rotating and tickling every tickle spot Leo had. Halfway through his tickle punishment, Leo stopped squirming and just accepted his fate. He still squirmed every now and then, but he knew he couldn't escape and he couldn't change their minds. Tears trickled down his red cheeks as he laughed harder than he ever did in his life.

Eventually, Annabeth had decided that Leo had had enough and told everyone to stop. So everyone let up and gave him space. Leo could hardly breathe while he curled up into a ball to get rid of the tickly feeling all over his body. Within seven minutes, he could form words again. "I hahate you ahahall" He said with a grin wider than the grand canyon. "Now, what did you learn from today, Valdez?" Annabeth asked. "Dohohon't mess with yohou" "Good. Now do you promise to never pull stunts like this again?" "Noho" Annabeth glared at him again. "Excuse me?" Leo sat up and looked at Annabeth. "Thahat's impossible. I can't just give up pranks." "You have one chance, Valdez." " I. Said. No." Leo crossed his arms and stuck his tongue out at Amnabeth. Percy stepped up to him like he wanted to throw him, but Annabeth held him back. "It's your funeral." "Why say it like tha-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!" Leo jumped a foot into the air and wiggled around as if there were something in his shirt. "GEHEHET OHOUT OF MYHY SHIHIHIRT, FRAHAHANK!" Leo demanded as he fell back laughing and holding his torso. Frank, who had shapeshifted into a mouse, responded by going to his weakest spot. Leo shrieked and rolled on the floor like a toddler throwing a tantrum as he tried to grab Frank. "PLEHEHEHEHEASE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" "Only if you promise to-" "OKAHAHAHAHAY! I PROHOHOHOMISE! I SWEHEHEHEAR! JUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! I'M GOHOHONNA PEHEHEHEHEE!" "Frank, you can stop now" Hazel said. Frank immediately crawled out of Leo's shirt and scampered next to Hazel before shapeshifting back into Frank. Jason and Piper helped him up off the floor while he was recovering from hyena-itis. "You better hold up to your promise, Leo. No more going overboard with your stupid pranks, or else your punishments will be worse than what you got today" Annabeth threatened. "I promise" Leo nodded as he freed himself from Jason's and Piper's grasp and immediately bolted to the bathroom. Everyone laughed and continued talking about everything that happened.

Leo never ended up keeping that promise. He only lessened the frequency of his pranks, but they never truly went away. But he always made sure to never prank Annabeth again. He did not want to suffer under her devil fingers ever again.

The End

I hope you enjoyed my very first Heroes of Olympus tickle fic. I will write a lot more for this series because it's my absolute favorite, and the characters are so interesting and cool and everything. And of course, I have an O/C for this as well, but I'm not quite ready to reveal him yet. If you loved reading this and want more, requests and dms are always open.

That's all for now. Until next time,

❄️🔥shoto-chann🔥❄️ out

[triscribeaucollection]

Summoned

(So my "write a post a new PJO fic each afternoon" got derailed by going out of town, and the next one-shot is going to be significantly longer by the time I'm done with it, but here's the first page just to tide my new followers over for a bit):

Maybe the ocean would always be nice to her, but Thalia was having second thoughts about the camp’s lake.

“MotherFUDGE-!”

“Come on, Thali!” “You can do it, Grace! “We believe in you!”

“Shut UP,” she shrieked, grinning from ear to ear but doing her best to still sound annoyed. “I am never trusting you again, Castellan, never!”

Luke just laughed from the other canoe. Thalia took a chance and swiped her paddle along the top of the water, which did manage to splash the jerk but also caused her dumb boat to wobble wildly again.

“You’re only making it worse!” Percy did not have room to talk, seeing as he kept twisting in all directions on the bench seat in the middle of their canoe. Every time the stupid thing shifted underneath Thalia’s butt, she tensed up and tried to compensate, but then they’d bob the other way instead, and it was all a vicious cycle, okay?!

And she loved every minute of it.

“Just relax!” The big Hephaestus kid in the front spot tried to offer. “It’s like riding a pegasus- or a bike!”

Thalia almost yelled back that she’d never done either of those, thanks very much, but a face-full of water cut her off first. Sputtering, the girl wiped at her eyes, then glared at a highly unrepentant Annabeth gliding by in her own canoe. “You are so getting tickled later,” Thalia swore.

The shrieking-laughing-cussing kept getting louder and louder, until, inevitably, Percy leaned too far over the side to look at something underwater, and Thalia jerked forward to grab him, and the combination of too much weight and movement dumped all of them overboard. At least the Hephaestus kid, Becken-something, didn’t seem to mind: he just grabbed onto the tow line at the front of the canoe and leisurely started swimming for shore. Rather than follow, Thalia enacted her revenge, lunging through the water towards Luke.

“Oh shit-” his alarm got the other two Hermes kids to actually start paddling, instead of just messing around, but they didn’t get away fast enough. Thalia gripped the edge of their canoe, and capsized it too. By the time she kicked away from that mess, cackling, Percy had made his way over to Annabeth. Even if he’d wanted to, the kid didn’t quite have enough bodyweight to dump it over so easily - he just swam alongside instead, dropping his head down underwater every time Annabeth tried to bop him with her paddle.

Hands grabbed at Thalia’s ankle. She kicked back, and was rewarded a moment later when Luke surfaced, coughing and rubbing at his forehead. They proceeded to slap water at each other for a few minutes, gradually drifting closer to shore, until someone shouted their names from the small beach.

“Last one back is a rotten harpy egg!” And of course as soon as she said that, Thalia kicked Luke in the gut, knocking him back with a yelp and propelling her forward.

“Hey! No fair!”

She snickered all the way out of the water and back up onto dry land, where Hailey waited with some towels and a raised eyebrow.

“Chiron asked me to come find you guys,” the older girl said, when Luke staggered up out of the lake as well. “Probably ought to dry off and change first, before you go down to the Big House.”

“Yeah, fine,” Thalia agreed, way more cheerfully than usual. Whatever the old centaur wanted, it was not going to be enough to spoil her good mood. And she managed to keep that mindset, all the way through getting dressed in clean clothes and rejoining her friends and heading down to the camp’s largest building.

But her good mood dropped like a stone when Thalia reached the glass-wall porch, and saw Hermes sitting at the table.

She could tell the instant Luke spotted him too, thanks to the sudden death grip on her forearm. Hermes must have sensed his son in return, because he looked up from talking quietly with Dionysus. He tried to offer them a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Luke. Thalia.” The god’s gaze flickered down and to one side. “And you must be the new Perseus everyone’s been talking about.”

A smaller hand tucked itself inside Thalia’s grip.

“What do you want,” Luke demanded, voice flat and cold.

“Hey,” Dionysus warned, speaking before the other god could, “You better watch it with the tone, kid-”

“It’s fine,” Hermes cut him off. “He’s fine. It’s not worth getting annoyed about.” Thalia shifted her arm, and Luke’s hand slid down to where they could both hold onto one another. If Hermes noticed, he didn’t mention it. “Sorry to drop in unannounced, but you two-” He nodded towards Thalia, and Percy pressing against her side, “-are being summoned to Olympus.”

“No.”

“Luke-”

“No.” Thalia could feel her best friend start to tremble. “You can’t.”

“I have to, kid.” Hermes kept his words soft, but it didn’t make them any easier to accept. “Even gods can get orders from on high. And right now, I’m under orders to bring both of them directly to Olympus. No stops, no detours, no delays.”

Thalia swallowed.Then she turned in place, pulling on Luke’s hand until he met her gaze. “Go find Annabeth,” she told him. “Keep her busy until we get back.”

His face turned stricken in an instant. But he didn’t argue.

[shakingcryingwriting]

Who would a reader a pjo×obeyme! Crossover fic? Cuz I'm writing it

It's completely plausible, especially with the theatrics of the pjo mulitverse i.e., kane chronicles and magnus chase

SUMMARY: MC is an unclaimed demigod at Camp Half-Blood, a long-term resident of Cabin 11, and a former member of Krono's army. One night, they go to bed and see Camp Half-Blood for the last time

Notes: you/yours/they/them; you are Mc, ofc; takes place somewhere between Last Olympian and Lost Hero (closer to Last Olympian); kinda went headcanon-y with the brothers but pfft who cares

Warnings: Spoilers for both obey me and Pjo; cussing I suppose

Camp Half-Blood hadn't felt this foreign since your first year.

Then, everything was fresh and shiny, new and exciting. Each cabin felt like a grand temple; each camper a hero of legend. You hadn't been able to hold back your ogling eyes and wide-ranging curiosities.

You could remember the jolt of excitement from the first time you hopped on a pegasus or the first time a faceless peer had dropped a broad sword in your hands. You could remember the terror-fueled adrenaline from your first time playing capture the flag, being ambushed by a few Athena kids while you were guarding the flag, or your first time facing a slobbering, snarling hellhound on the one quest you'd been allowed.

Now, tension flooded every crowded room and dripped from every uttered word.

The war was long since over, the shrouds long since burned. Dinner was held in the same pavilion; songs were sung around the same campfire. And yet, as fall neared ever closer, shadows still lingered:

In the eyes of war's witnesses.

In the silence between words.

In the empty spaces left behind by loved ones.

It was ever prevalent sitting on the porch of Herms's Cabin with no company but the cricket chirping at your feet and the consistent rocking of the chair in which you sat.

The last breaths of summer tickled your cheeks and tousled your hair. The setting sun was a dim echo beneath your closed eyelids. Training had turned your muscles into putty. The day had been hot and sticky and sweat still clung to all your nooks and crannies. You would have to head down to the showers sooner or later, but for now, on the cusp of slumber with the night's chill setting in around you, you could relax.

Of course, you appreciated the rest; who wouldn't?

But it would never be possible if Camp Half-Blood was at its peak.

Only a few campers could be seen on the green: A boy on his knees in the dirt outside the Demeter Cabin; Two girls holding hands as they headed off toward the volleyball court; A young girl tending to the central hearth, and you, of course. In the distance, the Stoll brothers were trying to push each other off the rock wall, and even farther away was the distinct sound of Clarisse La Rue giving someone a piece of her mind.

There were others, of course, there were others, but in a moment like that, you couldn't help but feel emptiness.

"Mc"

"JESUS!"

You nearly jumped out of her skin. You turned to find a familiar blonde girl with grey eyes at the corner of the cabin smiling at you.

"Spoke ya?" she asked.

"Yes!" you exclaimed, then quickly added, "Of course not!"

Annabeth Chase laughed, a sound you'd quite missed during your time in... Nevermind.

Annabeth hoisted herself up on the edge of the porch, not bothering with the stairs. "So," she started, "Percy and I are thinking of sneaking out and heading to the beach tonight."

"Uh-huh," you drawled, watching her trace the wood patterns of the porch with her finger.

"We plan to get some swimming in before the summer ends," she glanced up for your reaction, and when you said nothing she continued with "Do you want to come swimming?"

"And third wheel for you and your boyfriend?" you scoffed. "No thanks."

Annabeth's face reddened ever so. "He's not-Well ... You wouldn't be third-wheeling," she said.

You gnawed at your bottom lip for a moment, thinking. You'd missed Annabeth the past year, you really had. Before the war, you'd been the closest of friends... Then you picked Luke over her...

You both wanted things back to normal. And normal was getting up to no good that Annabeth would otherwise frown upon. So sure, what the hell?

"Great," Annabeth's smile was brighter than the sun at noon. "I'll see you then. Around 12 ish?"

"Sure," you smiled back, though your tired body hated the idea.

Annabeth rose from her spot just as the dinner horn blew in the distance.

She glanced over her shoulder at you.

You heaved a dramatic sigh before attempting to stand from your chair. A long groan came out instead as your back ached, locking you in a hunch for a moment too long.

Annabeth laughed again, "Need a hand, old man / lady?"

"Shut up," something in your knee cracked as you made your way down the few stairs the porch had to offer.

Annabeth looped her arm through yours, either for comradery's sake or because she was fully giving into the elderly bit, you'll never really know. Together, you headed off for the dining pavilion.

Dinner was the same as any dinner, at least from the past couple of weeks. Quieter than it should have been, but still bustling with excitement for the upcoming capture the flag game that Connor Stoll was quick to remind you of the moment you sat down.

"Hear Athena's got a new magic item up their sleeve," he said before your ass had even hit the seat. Travis slid into place on the other side of you.

"Yeah, right," he scoffed before leaning in so only you and Connor could hear, "If you ask me, it's a loada shit. They probably just started that rumor to get us on our toes."

"Yeah, say that when they hand us our asses Friday," Connor rolled his eyes.

This conversation continued all the way up to the sacrifice hearth. You'd never been quite sure who to sacrifice to, and seeing as it was weeks after the war and you were still unclaimed, you doubted you ever would, but you dropped in a nice buttery roll anyway.

Dinner went by quickly, filled with endless chatter and argument. Soon, campers were draining out of the dining pavilion and flooding into the amphitheater.

A campfire was already going and Apollo's kids were already roasting marshmallows. Everyone filed into their respective section, sitting under the banner of their cabin. Some went straight for the smores first, though.

Quite full from dinner, you took your seat far from the center of the Hermes section. On one side, there was the slightly more crowded Hephaestus Cabin, and on the other was the solo Hades camper.

You'd seen Nico before the war, but you hadn't known him to be a child of the death god. It was nice to see he'd been claimed. When your eyes met, you flashed him a friendly smile. He quickly glanced away, his cheeks almost flushed in the firelight, and gave you a tentative wave back.

One of Apollo's sons scooped up a guitar down by the fire and spit out a few experimental notes before jumping into the fan-favorite song I Am My Own Great-Great-Great-Great Grandpa.

The music had not gotten better while you were away.

But you sang along anyway, specifically when Connor Stoll, singing his lungs out right next to you, nudged you repeatedly with his shoulder and nodded encouragingly. By the third song, you were giggling and singing just as bad as he was.

Eventually, the day's activities got the better of you. You shouted to Connor over the ruckus that you were going to bed, he called you a prude, and you headed off.

Camp was much less welcoming in the dark. Sometimes, past the light of the periodically placed torches, you wondered if you'd see a hideous face or a pair of glowing eyes peering out at you. Of course, something like that was ridiculous. Camp Half-Blood was safe. The only safe place for you. You shook your paranoia off as you approached Cabin 11 once more.

Sometimes, it was jarring seeing the inside of Cabin 11. You'd done so so many times, but nearly two summers ago you'd accepted the fact that you would never see it again before you ran off into the night, hellbent on getting revenge on a parent you didn't know. Even now, it felt like stepping into the past rather than another room.

You made it over to your little spot on the floor. After the war, demigods had been claimed much more often, but before that, Travis had joked that you were a traitor and should keep the floor. You'd taken it a little too seriously and by the time a bed was free, more Hermes campers had been claimed. So, the floor it was.

You knelt down on your bedroll, contemplating that much-needed shower. Was it worth it if you were going to swim later anyway? You decided against it and against putting actual pajamas on, too. The shorts and tee shirt you wore would be fine. You were more or less taking a nap, not really sleeping.

You flopped down on the bedroll and melted the moment your body was wrapped in a blanket. You were going to set an alarm for yourself and put on a sleep mask (let's face it, those Hermes kids would barge in and turn the light on whether you were sleeping or not).

Instead, your eyes closed and sleep took you.

[rosesradio]

My Inbox Is Paused 💌

and whenever i say it’s closed i’m a liar, really

three important rules up top to note ‼️

1.) please specify the reader’s gender in x readers (if it’s not specified it’ll be gender neutral)

2.) please do not request a specific word count or range. i can’t promise how long or short a fic will be until it’s written.

3.) please do not request smut if you're under 18. i know i have no way of knowing, though if i suspect it, i will delete the prompt.

*This isn't so much a rule as it is an add-on. Inbox submissions are requests, and while i'm very likely to do them, i can also delete them for any reason. Please respect this.

ships & things:

my go-to smut dynamics

valdangelo

valgrace

jercy

jasico

percico

pipabeth

lukabeth (dark fics only please)

lukercy (dark fics encouraged but not required)

lukethan

most pjo characters (luke, percy, jason, leo, annabeth, piper, rachel, etc.) x reader

mcu!peter parker x reader

there are a few things i won’t write for a variety of reasons, though i won’t get into all the details on why for fear of over sharing.

What I Won’t Write 🚫

select kinks & fetishes (tickling, piss, vomit, etc.)

percabeth smut

rape (i will write dub-con)

solangelo and caleo

if you repeatedly pester me to write something i said no to, i will block you (yes, this has happened unfortunately).

Grey Space 🌫️

these are things i kind of avoid, though i may write with a prompt that sparks my interest:

straight smut in general

anything with frank (pjo)

if you have a prompt in mind or any questions, please feel free to send a message to my inbox !! 💌

[danpuff-ao3]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thanks for the tag, @givereadersahug [x]!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Normally I like to specify "HP Fics" since that's my current mode, but altogether (with other fandoms and meta across other pseuds) I'm at 112! (101 for HP Fics, though! 😂)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

689,993 so far!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently just Harry Potter, but I have a few Marvel fics still on my account, under my danvers pseud!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ooh interesting! Let's see...

Daddy's Boy (Snarry, E, 2k)

Daddy Knows Best (Snarry, E, 2k)

Obscene (Snarry, E, 1k)

Breed Me, Daddy (Snarry, E, 2k)

Contempt (Snarry, E, 20k)

0% surprised that 3/5 are Daddy fics LOL. Though lowkey offended that Contempt is only #5. My proudest work but boy oh boy do people love their weird porn!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Heck yes! Though I need to catch up now. It means the world to me that people take the time to leave me their love, so the least I can do is give my gratitude. You have no idea how much a comment makes my day!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Aha hands down this one is so easy: A Matter of Time. I am stupidly happy with how that one turned out, and just how well executed that angst was. Not to toot my own horn or anything!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

idk why but my first thought was Orange Blossoms...which is pretty angsty-fluff all told and the ending is hopeful at best. My brain just goes: "that's a happy fic, right?" 😂 But actually I think probably The Curse of Anteros. That one's properly happy, I think, with plenty of angst beforehand to make that happy ending feel well worth it! Though someone is free to correct me, with over 100 fics maybe I lost a happier ending somewhere in there! 😂

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not often. I did go on a delete-a-spree late 2020 due to some rudeness. One person bookmarked a fic calling my writing "mediocre" and I sorta spiraled. Also I get the odd person leaving weird comments on Collateral Damage for the surprise (background) ship in there. Also the odd person who doesn't read tags on fics that are especially angsty or especially dead dove...idk for all the weird and problematic stuff I write I could get more hate I guess, though I'd rather not!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Who me? Nah. 👀 idk, I write whatever tickles my fancy! Oftentimes it's virginity loss cuz that's my favorite. I love big passion and bits of violence thrown in. Idk "what kind" actually means so hopefully that was a good explanation! A bit rough, a bit mean, a lot of passion, and it's probably someone's first time doing something.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, but I want to! I have a HP + PJO crossover I swear I'm going to get to one day!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of and I really hope no one out there steals my fics. I work really hard on them and they mean a lot to me.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

A few!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but again: I want to! I've had fanart made, and podfics, and translations...the closest I've come is for Snarry Bang and collaborating with an artist, which was The Curse of Anteros with @mrviran!

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

SNARRY!!!! OTP for 20 years and counting!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Geez. Probably old fics long abandoned on ffnet, but I won't get into those. (Though I'd really like to rewrite and continue/finish Resistance.)

16. What are your writing strengths?

...causing pain? Idk I don't feel I have strengths, but I'm told I hurt people's feelings 😂 I write intensity pretty well I think? I like to think my characterization is okay. idk!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

All of it. Writing in general. AHEM. Um....fluff? I'm almost curious enough to ask but no please don't tell me my weaknesses, it'll hurt my feelings 🤣

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I like it! Adds a bit of flavor imo! But to each their own, y'know?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter! I've only ever written for HP, Marvel (of which a few still exist online), and Stormlight Archive (of which none still exist online). Weird I never wrote for Supernatural, considering how mega into that fandom I was for a while...

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Hands down Contempt. I'm still the proudest of that fic. I'm starting to think The Curse of Anteros is better, but Contempt will always have my heart.

I really poured my whole heart and soul into that work. And I still get way too emotional talking about it or thinking about it! And it still blows me away how many people have loved it. I really wanna relisten to the podfic @mrviran did of it and just sob through it! 😂 God I really, really love that fic. I truly do not have the words to express just what that story is to me.

Tagging (no pressure): @perverse-idyll, @writcraft, @lizzy0305, @arrisha-ao3, @babygray, @fleetingdesires, @ripeteeth, @loneamaryllis, @wolfpants, @sweet-s0rr0w, @greenmegsnoham, @lqtraintracks, @serenaew, @indigo-scarf, @maesterchill, aaaand anyone else who wants to play!

[madame-fear]

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

💌 Is there a favorite trope you like to write?

— 🚦:

I generally love to write happily ever afters because fuck being canon compliant. I have written only one fully angst fic, and that's it; because I mostly like writing all fluffy and happy fics 😭

— 📚 :

I don't have any particular fanfic I'd recommend because the list of the fanfics I re-read because I loved them so much are endless ! But I do recommend some amazing writers I often read: @house-strong (for HOTD), @batmanrogues-scenarios (for Batman Villains headcanons), @captainsophiestark (for several fandoms), @marvelfics134 (for tickling HOTD fics), and edit: @reader-inserts-and-others-thing (for HOTD and PJO), her writing is amazing !! <3

— 💌 :

Is "haves so much love to give x didn't know that was touchstarved" a trope? because if it is – and does count – then yes. This is my favourite trope.

[kourtniwritesagain]

ahhh okay so Solangelo, my babies.. i’m trying so hard to think of a prompt for you Kourtni but my brain is failing me lol

mmmm okay maybe like.. comparing tans?? like Will is super tan and Nico is super pale (sun lover and sun hater, we love to see it) and they’re comparing and Will is like wow, you’re so pale, and is touching Nico’s arm/leg/torso etc and it TICKLES and it all just starts a lil tickle battle

vmskcnsb i love your writing and you’re so lovely and i wish I had better ideas swimming in my head for you!!! so even if you don’t want to write this prompt know that i’m glad you’re here!!

Quick warning: nakedness is mentioned, but only mentioned.

"I swear, you're so friggin' white, you're actually reflecting the sun right now."

Nico heard his boyfriend (and wow, that's still a strange thought), but he refused to dignify that outrageous accusation with any type of response.

Yes, Nico was pale. It came with the whole 'child of Hades' schtick. But Nico wasn't one of his zombies, thank you very much.

"Nico, seriously. You spend a lot of time outdoors. How the hell are you so pale?"

Nico was stretched out on his stomach on a towel on a beach in California (Will's idea); Nico was shirtless and quite enjoying the warmth of the sun. Now, though, Will was standing over him, dripping water all over his chest. Cold water.

"Can you drip somewhere else, please? You're ruining my warmth."

"I thought I was your warmth."

Nico could hear the smirk.

"That's what you get for thinking." Nico snarked. "Not all of us can have the skin of a Greek god."

Will snorted. "We're both demi-gods...from the literal Greek gods. You have no excuse."

Nico said nothing.

Will sat next to Nico and ran a finger down Nico's back. "Pale as a zombie."

Nico twitched violently at the touch. He turned his head to glare at Will.

"Sorry, forgot you were ridiculously ticklish."

"Whatever." Nico scowled and settled back into his previous position.

Of course, Will couldn't leave well enough alone.

"You know, the more time you spend outside shirtless, the less pale you'll be," said Will as he started lightly stroking a good majority of his fingers over the expanse of Nico's back. "I, for one, would prescribe lots of shirtless time. And as a doctor, you should listen to me."

Nico was full-on writhing in ticklish agony at this point. However, he didn't want to give Will the satisfaction of admitting to anything.

"Y-You're nohohot a doc-DOCTOR!" Nico's last word came out as a shout because Will decided that Nico's ribs were a fantastic place to stick his fingers in.

Will shrugged. "Close enough."

Nico was lost to laughter as Will also gave up pretending to do anything but tickle Nico silly.

"Pleheease!" Nico flipped onto his back, but it was a mistake because now his stomach was open, and Will wasted no time in scrabbling his quick fingers all over.

"You gonna do what the doctor ordered and spend the next considerable amount of time naked?"

"Yohohou just s-said shirtlehehess!" Nico laughed harder at Will's brazenness.

"Semantics." Will waved a hand nonchalantly.

Nico cackled as Will moved his hands to that awful spot right below his collarbone.

"Still waiting for you to accept my prescription."

Nico tried to scrunch his shoulders, drop his chin, push at Will's hands...anything to get the tickling stop. Except accept the ridiculous 'prescription' Will wanted.

However, he couldn't take much more of the tickling.

"Okahahay! Just stop!" Nico could say no more as Will went back to his collarbone.

"Yay!" Will grinned brightly and immediately ceased his attack.

Nico curled in on himself, still laughing which kinda lessened the impact of the death glare he sent to Will.

"We start your prescription today." Will said, leaning over Nico and grabbing his chin to lean in for a kiss.

[fluffanonn]

Some fics I wrote recently mainly focusing On Hades and Poseidon and Zeus/Poseidon and Hades for one of them

[seungvi]

𝓒ouple of idiots, walker scobell

request ⦂ anon - “ Could you write another Walker x reader fic? I'd read anything tbh ”

word count ⦂ 0.3k

content ⦂ fem reader , whole lotta fluff

a/n ⦂ headcanons!! , i loved making this

bf! walker scobell who sends random eminem memes to you throughout the day

walker : me when you don’t call me *insert sad eminem meme*

bf! walker scobell who doesn’t share his oreo’s and will eat a whole pack right in front of your face

“ walkerrrr , lemme have some! ”

“ erm, no ” *downs the whole pack*

bf! walker scobell who will literally call you over his house just to watch tiktoks with you

“ oh my god , n/n , look at this ”

bf! walker scobell who kisses you every time you put on lipgloss or lipstick

“ kiss me ”

“ but i just put my lipgloss on? ”

“ so? ”

bf! walker scobell who made you dress up as robin to his batman for halloween

“ i’m batman ”

“ ok , but why am i robin? ”

bf! walker scobell who shows you all the edits of him on tiktok and giggle the whole time

“ look at me , i’m so handsome ”

bf! walker scobell who tries makes a fort with you during a sleepover

“ walker , it’s gonna fall over ”

“ nu-uh ”

bf! walker scobell who calls you just to make a dad joke

“ what did the blanket say as it fell off the bed? ”

“ i don’t know, what? ”

“ oh sheet ” *hangs up*

bf! walker scobell who reluctantly lets you take 0.5 pics of him

“ what are you doing? ”

“ taking a picture of my boyfriend ”

“ from that angle? ”

“ yes ”

bf! walker scobell who lets you paint his back whenever

“ walker , can you stop moving? ”

“ sorry- it tickles ”

bf! walker scobell who just stares at you with heart eyes whenever you’re talking to him

“ why are you staring like that? ”

“ because you’re pretty. ”

“ awh, anyways like i was saying— ”

bf! walker scobell who listens to your rants even when he’s gaming

“ walker , are you even listening? ”

“ mhm , totally. ”

“ then what did i say? ”

“ something about— i don’t know. ”

bf! walker scobell who always walks behind you in public

“ y’know , you don’t always have to walk behind me ”

“ yeah , but i want to. ”

“ why? ”

“ .. to protect you? ”

bf! walker scobell who cuddles you after filming a scene with him (if you’re apart of the pjo cast)

“ y/nnn ”

“ hm? ”

“ we should cuddle right now ”

© SEUNGVI 2024 ; please don’t plagiarize, translate, or repost my works on other platforms!

[happyandticklish]

“come on, i saw a smile there” for Jason and Nico from PJO/HOO <3

“Come on, I saw a smile there.”

“N-Nope,” Nico growled, biting back what was sure to have been a truly embarrassing noise as Jason tweaked his sides once more. He curled up further against the back of his chair, his legs drawn up protectively in front of him. Jason didn’t let that stop him, however, merely reaching around to get at his completely exposed sides. 

“So, to clarify, you’re not smiling right now?” Jason asked in a mock serious tone.

Nico shook his head, a grin pulling reluctantly at his lips. Jason momentarily stopped poking and squeezing his sides, but, as Nico quickly learned, this was merely to switch tactics entirely. Nico felt the fingers crawling teasingly up his sides before he saw them, their assent slow to make sure he experienced every devastating moment. Nico’s cheeks puffed out with held-in laughter, flushed bright pink with the effort. 

“I know it tickles,” Jason murmured slowly, and Nico squeezed his eyes shut. He was going to kill him once this was over. “I know you want to laugh, so why not just let it out?”

“J-Jason!” Nico cried, his words strangled as he fought against the barrage of giggles struggling to escape him. “T-This ihis—”

“This is...?” Jason prompted with a smirk, his fingers crawling around suddenly so that they were climbing back down his sides, trailing along the outer edges of his back. 

Nico squeaked, arching back. The sudden switch in technique finally broke him. “Thihihis ihihis nahahahat fahahahair!” Nico shrieked, a storm of laughter racking his tiny frame. His arms flailed wildly besides him, his state of mind not clear enough to realize he could simply pull away Jason’s hands. 

At least that was the excuse Nico gave the other when asked about it later on. Maybe there was another reason. Maybe there was the tiniest chance that Nico hadn’t entirely wanted it to end. Maybe. 

Not that Nico would ever tell Jason that.