#proscrix

[doevademe]

Short prompt: What if Nico was a year older than Percy? When Annabeth, Thalia and Percy went to Westover Hall to look for the Di Angelo siblings and saw Nico checking his Mythomagic cards (even if he's 15 he is still a lovely freak) Percy's first thought was "I want to play with him" and the second was "OMG he is dark and cool" and he got so crushed by teen!Nico. And being the adorable Seaweed Brain idiot he is, the first thing he does is going near Nico and blurts: Hey, I'm Percy. Wanna dance with me? (Remember they were on the school dance) What happens next, I'll let you think~~

Percy was uncomfortable.

But he needed to be here. Grover had found a couple of demigods, siblings, and very powerful. The loud music filled the cheaply decorated gym as he, Annabeth, and Thalia shuffled awkwardly trying to blend in.

Usually, he got expelled before any big balls like homecoming or prom ever took place, and he felt really out of place among the 11-16 year olds just dancing to the music or hanging awkwardly by the punch table.

He really wanted to join that second group, but Grover was panicking, since he only caught sight of the older sibling, a girl that was sipping from her fruit punch and looked like she wanted to run away or go Carrie on the attendees.

"We might find the other one on the dance floor," Annabeth said. Her tone seemed to be hinting at something, but Percy, for the life of him, couldn't think of what.

"You and Grover can do that," Percy said distractedly, then he turned to Thalia, missing his best friend's frown. "Can you stay by the one we found? We don't want two missing demigods."

Thalia looked like she wanted to argue solely because Percy had proposed it, but bit her lip and nodded curtly.

"What about you?" Annabeth asked, looking intensely at him.

"I'll... look by the bleachers," Percy said. Anything to escape this atmosphere.

He ran away before Annabeth could protest, and once he was behind the bleachers almost tripped on a guy wearing tweed sitting on the floor, organizing a deck of cards.

"Is that... Poseidon?"

His father's visage was extremely accurate, as he swung his trident around while atop a chariot pulled by hippocampi.

"One of my favorites," the guy said back. "He gives the best terrain boons if you have the right deck."

Now Percy didn't know what the guy was talking about, but the way his velvety voice said it made his throat dry as if he was tossed in the middle of the desert.

"Oh, cool," was all he could say. The guy looked up and smiled at him. Percy froze. His eyes were dark like an abyss, and his pale complexion almost glowed from the reflection of the gym lights.

"You're also hiding," he stated simply. Percy could only nod. "Me too. My sister is far more social than me. She gave up on making me interact with others long ago."

"Um... I'm Percy, by the way," he said. And because he hadn't proved how lame he truly was yet, he added, "Wanna dance with me?"

The guy looked shocked before looking back at his hand full of cards. With the low lighting it was difficult to tell, but his cheeks may have turned slightly redder.

"Everyone would see..." He said so low it was almost lost to the music. "Do you... maybe want to stay here and... play with me?"

"Okay!" He said stupidly, not even hiding his excitement at sitting close to the guy. "I don't know how to play, though..."

The guy smiled again and beckoned him closer. Percy followed and sat down as if bewitched.

"It's okay, I can teach you," he said kindly, offering him some of the cards. "I'm Nico, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Nico."

Percy didn't know how much time passed as Nico explained the basics of Mythomagic (apparently it used both cards and figurines?), but he was entranced as this cool, older guy taught him how the game worked and a few tricks to the deck he had lent him.

"Okay, I think you're ready," Nico said finally as he set his deck down. "Let's start."

"Peercy!" Grover's familiar bleats interrupted them. Percy was about to look at him in annoyance when he noticed how panicked he looked. "The girl is... oh, you found Nico."

"You were looking for me?" Nico asked, and Percy remembered why he was here. The demigods. Chronos rising, make sure he didn't have more supporters.

"I... I guess I was," he managed to say. Nico looked bemused. "It's a bit of a long story, you see—"

"There's no time!" Grover interrupted again. "Dr Thorn! He... has Annabeth, and Bianca too! Thalia is going after them, but—"

"My sister?" Nico stood up, worried. "What does that creep want with her?"

"We'll explain later," Percy promised.

Despite being worried for Annabeth, a part of him was also excited. He could finally show Nico that he could be cool, too.

"Right now, we have a rescue to go to."

[ladytauria]

Hello! I'd like to know which type of prompts involving the Batboys do you accept please

i take both gen & ship prompts, sfw & nsfw!

for pairings i’m fine with most batkid/batkid ships—im most comfortable writing jaytim, jaysteph, jaydick, dicktim, & damitim, but i take/accept other combos too. (also poly pairings are good too!! idk how well i would do with anymore then 3 tho.)

i also like a handful of other ships like jayroy, timkon, joyfire, jaytimkon, etc. tho i’m not as confident in my characterizations so smut prompts may take. a long time xD

selfcest prompts are fine too, esp jay/jay.

as for bruce… currently not super comfortable writing him, but you can ask if you want. might inspire me xD

i hope that answers your question, but if you want anything clearer / need to know any thing else ask away <3

[justonemorechapternicercy]

Right now I'm on a real need of Percy/Will, so I'd like to ask for ❛ i haven’t laughed like this in a long time. ❜ with them. Just a gloomy Will and a cheery Percy who only wants to make his beloved sunshine to feel better. <3

An exaggerated frown.

A cheeky grimace.

A tinkling giggle.

A light press of lips on his cheeks, trying to cheer him up.

In spite of himself, he had to admit - it worked.

"I saw that!" Percy smirked, eyes glinting with mirth.

"What?" He frowned, pretending he wasn't charmed beyond belief by his silly little boyfriend.

"Your smile, Sunshine!"

"You imagine things," he denied it, but he should have know better. When Percy decided on something, he wouldn't rest until he did it.

In this case, until Will admitted, cheeks red with laughter, "I haven't laughed like this in a long time."

[ticklygiggles]

Hello. I'd like to know if you're open to a Horimiya tickle commission. And if it can be slightly NSFW.

Hello! I'm sorry but I'm not accepting commissions at the moment! 🥺 The one I posted was requested when I was accepting them 😄

[riisume]

Just found your blog! And if you have requests open for Genshin Impact what about Albedo investigating the non-human anatomy and testing Gorou to see if he has the same weak points the humans have? That means of course tickling his armpits until our cute dog boy turns into a laughing mess~

Hello! Sorry, requests are closed. Thank you for your interest, though! :)

[carrie-tate]

@proscrix You know what? You are right.

I also wanted to test out the new colored pencils, so this looks a little lame—

[chubbybunny25]

Crossing the Bridge

For @proscrix based on this ask.

This is a oneshot that got out of hand 😅It's been a while since I wrote Will's character. I'm not that good with dialogues and talks about healing and stuff, but I hope you'll enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it.

“Will…”

With heavy steps, Percy enters the medic’s office in the infirmary. Will’s back is turned towards the door. He seems to be fixing something in one of the drawers. The movements of his shoulders are barely noticeable, but as a son of Poseidon, Percy senses the silent flow of tears from the healer’s eyes.

The son of Apollo takes a deep breath, probably to steady himself, but he doesn’t turn around. “Sorry, d—do you need anything?” There’s a tinge of bitterness in his voice.

“About Micheal I—”

Will slowly turns around, almost trembling.

“Please stop right there, Percy,” he breathes quietly, his voice like a sharp knife cutting through the silence—a dangerous calm before the storm:

“You can apologize all you want, feel bad about it all your life, but it won’t bring him back. Nothing you do would bring him—them—back!” He fixes his gaze on Percy, those blue eyes that have always seemed to be filled with warmth and kindness, now steely and almost icy. “So you can save your apology for another day or another year—for all I care—but I can’t do this right now.” He takes a deep breath again, “Now, do you need anything?”

Percy wakes up.

That dream again.

That memory. Again.

“Is it me again?”

Percy turns to the other side of their large bed and hears the same voice from his dream albeit more gentle, more loving, more… real. He buries his face on the other man’s chest, his voice muffled when he asks, “How have you ever forgiven me?”

He feels his boyfriend’s arms wrap around him, as if protecting him from all the hurt, the guilt, the regret. Will Solace’s embrace has always felt like a safe home—warm and cozy, comforting and grounding. Percy has always agreed with Nico on how Will’s presence is like the rising of the sun in the morning (even if Nico isn’t really a morning person)—bright, promising, reassuring.

Which is just ironic because it’s enough to lull Percy back to sleep. And if his eyes aren’t too heavy, his mind isn’t too sleepy, he would have heard how Will responds:

“There was nothing to forgive, Perce.”

࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Will would never forgive himself if something ever happened to Percy. It isn’t like the son of Apollo to let his emotions get the better of him and lash out on someone—especially not on a very good friend like Percy. Not on the hero who led them to victory and saved them from a world-ending war.

But he supposes the old saying isn’t really that old: There’s a first time for everything.

The night after the war, he’d never felt filthier and more unworthy in his life, taking up the role of his deceased elder brother. Living had never felt more agonizing. Coming from someone who’d given up himself to save other people’s lives, that was saying something.

As if things weren’t terrible enough, Will would have to go and develop feelings for the one who’d failed to keep his brothers and sisters alive. He’s been great friends with Percy before the war. He’d teach the son of Poseidon some basic first aid, just in case Percy couldn’t find a nearby source of water right away when he’d get injured during his quests. Since Percy didn’t need a lot of time to heal, he’d become a constant help in the infirmary once he’d rested enough. 

Some nights, he’d wait for Will and they’d talk about many things, exchanging stories about Percy’s quests and daily camp activities that, according to Percy, he wished he could experience more often. They’d talk about their moms, how it must have been difficult for them to raise a demigod son and whenever they’d touch the subject of Percy’s first stepfather, Will would be there to lend the other demigod his ears and offer comfort.

It had been easy—too easy—for Will to just let himself… fall.                                             

After the Battle of Manhattan, despite its favorable outcome, everything had felt so wrong.

He wasn’t just angry at Percy. No, he was angry at himself. He felt like a traitorous spectator to the death of many of his siblings—of Michael Yew.

It felt so utterly wrong to want to be there and comfort the very same person who was  part of the reason why their former Head Counselor couldn’t make it.

Yet here he is, frantically pacing inside his office, extremely worrying for the missing son of Poseidon. He almost jumps out of his skin when someone knocks on the door.

“Will?” Kayla pokes her head in. “I think you’re needed here.”

His head clears immediately and he’s automatically on his doctor-mode, hurrying outside. “What’s the problem? Did they find Percy?” By the gods, if he’s in great danger—

“No, it’s Nico.”

࣪ ִֶָ☾.

“How do you do it?”

Nico stops stuffing his backpack with the supplies he’s got from the infirmary. He’s already wasted a day and a half, and he can’t wait to leave and start looking for the lost hero again.

However, during the time he’s stayed in the infirmary, he can’t shake the fact that Will has been meaning to ask the exact same question. Nico has been meaning to tell him:

“Is that really a question for me, Solace?” A pause. “Or a question you’ve been asking yourself?”

“I have no idea what you mean, Nico. I was just trying to—”

“—ask me how I still care about him when I’m supposed to hate him?” he supplied. “Why I keep looking for him, when I should blame him for losing the only family I had?” Nico ducks his head to hide the tears that might begin to fall anytime soon, and murmurs, “That’s because I don’t want to lose him, too.”

The son of Hades vaguely registers the other demigod hugging him. He lets him. Truth be told, Will, as strange as it is, might be the only person who can understand him fully right now. “I—I’m sorry, Nico. I didn’t mean to…”

“I know you’re confused, Will, and you’re deeply hurt. I know how it feels to be so lost and so angry, and I don’t really expect you to let it all go easily. But,” Nico pulls back from the hug and meets Will’s eyes, “I also know how it is to care for him and feel like betraying them—Bianca, your brother—it’s almost maddening. But the people who left us, they’ve left in peace, confident that somehow, their sacrifice would help create a better world. I think we at least owe them that—and if they’re here, they’d be proud to see us happy again.”

It’ll be a long while before they’ll see each other again—long enough for Will to think things through.

࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Death is a cruel reality.

More cruel still when you’re a demigod.

But what’s more cruel, Percy has often wondered, dying amidst a war, or living after one?

For Percy Jackson, celebrated hero and savior of Olympus, death would have been a less cruel option.

Sure, he’s been grateful he’s still alive. He’s been able to cherish the people he loves, has got to go past the age most demigods don’t make it to.

Yet intertwined with gratitude, with vitality, has been the depressing amount of guilt and shame, the unnerving feeling that he shouldn’t be here. 

For a very long time, he’s felt like this until—

A warm hand intertwines with his left hand. Another one—a cold one—takes the basket of flowers from his right in lieu of holding his hand. 

Every year on this day, he’s supposed to celebrate another year of his short demigod life. His mom would bake her traditional blue birthday cake and after a quick celebration at camp, he’d celebrate more peacefully, more quietly with the only person who’s ever understood what this day has truly meant for him since they’ve defeated Kronos.

In the past years, after blowing his cake, his mom would hand out what she had prepared beforehand—a basket of roses, lilies, forget-me-nots, hyacinths—and give him a tight hug. With her around, Percy would feel less pathetic and somehow stronger, braver. What he’d been doing every year would seem more like a heroic act, rather than a poor attempt to honor the people he had failed to save.

Now, he not only has his mom, but two of the most important people Percy’s had been allowed to have in his life. He reaches his destination with Will and Nico. The East River.

He feels Will give his hand a reassuring squeeze, before putting his arm around Percy’s waist. When he looks at Nico, the son of Hades has a soft look on his face, comforting, encouraging.

A few meters away, they spot the infamous bridge where several demigods had risked and lost their lives during the equally infamous battle with the Titan Lord of Time.

Though technically, the battleground had been the whole of Manhattan, Percy and his boyfriends feel it just right to pay their respects here. Water has always become a magnificent passageway for souls that traverse from the here and now to the afterlife.

As Percy lets the silent current of the river take their meager offering, he snaps his fingers. A few droplets of light rain pass by—which people may have found curious on a supposed warm summer day in the middle of August—and Percy lets his heart mourn. Truly, deeply mourn.

Will lets a sunbeam dance along the droplets of rain, while Nico offers a prayer to make sure their dead friends and comrades get their message.

As a band of colors begins to stretch across the clear sky, Percy remembers Nico telling him once that it serves as heaven’s promise to the pilgrims who valiantly walk this earth—who have lived lives worthy of eternal happiness.

For Percy, however, it serves as his own promise. His promise to those who have offered their lives, firmly believing in more days filled with joy and hope, with healing and love—his promise that he’ll always try to find happiness in the here and now. That he’ll never forget the past, but he’ll still move forward.

And when he and these two beautiful people he loves most get to go home to their apartment, quietly cuddling in their too large bed, it’ll not be so hard to believe that indeed, healing might take forever but—

Their happiness can start now.

[g0thnico]

@proscrix

As incredible as it may seem, I already wrote before about Percy son of Hades and Nico son of Poseidon (not in the same universe, but almost)

[kayit-z]

Percy en este estilo a pedido de @proscrix <3

<- Nico

[avaetin]

This is the only prompt I could think about, but I think it's really cute and interesting. Percy bought Nico's aviator jacket in the Camp Store during TTC since they were in winter and Nico didn't have any winter clothes. Seeing how Nico treasured that jacket drove Percy to have the idea of giving him all his spare clothes from he was Nico's age. Sally is actually who suggested it to Percy after she met Nico in BoTL, and Nico was more than glad to accept his crush's clothes for his wardrobe ;)

For the one I care for most, Percy - Yellow Tulip

Pairings: Nico di Angelo/Percy Jackson

Rating: G

Story Summary:

How Nico got his aviator jacket. (Prompt from @proscrix on Tumblr.)

Day 7 prompt: "Free Day"

For @percico-nicercy-events

[doevademe]

Ok, here I come with my prompt. I have a headcanon about Percy and Will's relationship in which they are in really good terms since Will healed Annabeth in the battle of manhattan. They became friends and Percy always picked Will in his team for Capture the Flag, hang out sometimes, that stuff. My idea is that after Blood of Olympus, when Nico confessed to Percy, they started dating. Will also liked Percy and Nico a bit, so he's a bit heartbroken. Percy talks to him to fix his friendship.

He had been thinking about Rosaline quite a bit, lately.

He didn't just share a name with William Shakespeare, but also a godly parent, so in a way, it was natural to think about these things.

Will Solace never considered himself a main character in life. His role was that of a healer. He was support, and quite a good one at that. While he wasn't the best at archery or performative arts, healing was gift he possesed, and only Apollo and Asclepius could surpass him.

At just 8 years old, he had looked after Percy Jackson under Lee's watchful gaze, after the son of Poseidon's encounter with a Minotaur.

Percy Jackson. The name made his gut twist with all sort of feelings, both positive and negative. He had been his first real patient, and one of the main players in the two wars they had to fight. The young man was brave, kind and humble. He was the main character to his support.

And now, he had become the Juliet to his Rosaline.

In his half-brother's story, Rosaline was nothing more than a passing mention. A shallow fancy of Romeo's before he met the true love of his life. The bard didn't even mention if Rosaline actually returned Romeo's feelings, how she felt when Romeo stopped wooing her to go after her cousin.

Maybe she had been interested, maybe she was just waiting for Romeo to be ready for a relationship, and had wanted to be close to him first, do things right.

Because Rosaline had fallen for Romeo ever since he saved her life during the battle of Manhattan against Kronos, but didn't know how to approach him.

His Romeo, obviously, being Nico di Angelo, who was busy enjoying life and dating Percy Jackson after confessing to him.

Will had thought it had finally been his chance when they were sneaking behind Roman lines together. Nico had always been a taciturn guy, but he was opening up to him, showing signs of interest in him. Will had thought he had a chance, especially since Nico had to stay at the infirmary for a few days to get some rest.

But the first day Percy came in, demanding to speak with Nico, telling him off for not letting him speak, and vowing to make him fall back in love with him.

Nico was a goner then, and he had slipped from Will's grasp.

Now he couldn't help but stare jealously at the couple whenever they passed. It was the first time Will was unhappy with his lot in life.

He was happy being a healer, supporting others, but watching Percy and Nico together made him crave to be the hero, just once.

Maybe then Romeo would look at Rosaline, and realize that Juliet would only lead him to his untimely death.

"Hey, Will, can we talk?" Will blinked as he came back to reality, seeing half of the reason for his sour mood standing awkwardly at the infirmary door.

"Need me to look at something?" he asked tersely. "You seem uninjured."

"It's not that dude," Percy said, uncomfortable. "I just wanted to know if... if I did something wrong."

Wrong? No. He had played the role of hero perfectly, and now got his happily ever after with the guy they both liked. There was nothing wrong with that.

Percy Jackson had won at life. He did everything right, and so did Will. They both did as expected.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I know we aren't the best of friends but... I thought we were friends, at least," he said. "But lately, you just, glare at me all the time."

"We're friends?" Will was genuinely surprised. Yes, Percy always tried to get the Apollo cabin on his side during Capture the Flag, and he talked a lot when he was patching him up, but friends? That was news to him.

"Of course." Percy looked offended. "You have healed me more times than I can count, you helped heal my best friend during the battle of Manhattan. We talk whenever I'm here. You think I do that with everyone?"

Yes. Because Percy is the hero. He's supposed to be nice. That Will is somehow special is both flattering and frustrating, because it makes him come off as an asshole for his grudge.

"You're right, I am mad at you," he admitted after a pause. "I... you took something from me."

Percy laughed.

"You should have said something sooner, man," he said easily. "What was it, a pen? Some ambrosia? Just tell me and I'll give it back."

"You can't give it back!" Will said harshly, because Percy would never give it back willingly, even if he could. "When the war ended I... I wanted to ask Nico out."

Percy's eyes widened.

"I thought I had a chance. He said he was over you but... but..."

But he was just a passing mention in Nico di Angelo's story, while Percy was his epic romance. Rosaline didn't even get the pleasure of telling Romeo off for his bad decisions, she just faded to the background.

Percy put an arm around his shoulders and offered him a napkin. Will accepted itand wiped his angry tears.

"You're right," Percy said gently. "I can't give it back... it's not mine to give."

Yes, even if they broke up, there was no guarantee Nico would fall for him. If Juliet hadn't been interested, would Romeo go back to courting Rosaline? How insulting and half-hearted it would be.

"It's not fair," Will said, sniffling. Percy patted his back.

"I know," Percy said. "I wish I could find a way to make you happy, but I can't."

And Will felt both grateful and annoyed. Why couldn't Percy be smug, whyy couldn't he be easy to hate? Why did he insist on being friendly with him?

But also... Rosaline was not just Romeo's passing fancy. She was also Juliet's cousin. They must have been close. Grown up together. Maybe if Juliet had known of her cousin's feelings for Romeo, she would have consoled her just like Percy was consoling him.

"Do you mind... staying for a while?" He asked. "Just... let me shout at you for a bit?"

It was an awful thing to ask, there was no way—

"If that makes you feel better, knock yourself out," Percy said.

Maybe, without Will noticing, they had been friends, because he felt like smiling at what Percy was willing to do for him.

He wiped his tears again and gave a deep breath.

There was a lot he wanted to get off his chest.

[myreygn]

Hello! I'd like to request a tickle story with Bran Stark, Rickon Stark and Tommen Baratheon please~

cubs and pups

summary: Tommen doesn't like Winterfell when he first lays eyes on it but quickly finds himself warming up to the place and its people - especially Lord Stark's youngest sons and so he happily agrees when they invite him to play with them. What could possibly go wrong?

an: goddamn that took me way too long... i'm really sorry @proscrix, i hope you like what i came up with! (also please appreciate the title i'm really proud of it 😭)

wordcount: 3266 holy fu-

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There was something very dismal about Winterfell. Tommen couldn't quite put a finger on it but nevertheless, the feeling was there. In the gray of the walls, looming over him in a way that made him feel entrapped, even though he was out in the open; the dull clothes the people, even the Starks wore, designed to keep them warm rather than impress anyone; even in the way the Starks themselves looked at him, a way that made it abundantly clear that they viewed him as a child first and a prince second. Not that he could actually blame them for it, somehow he hadn't realized either that he was supposed to be above them all, but how could he when everyone always looked down on him? 

Well, not everyone. 

Tommen caught the gaze of the youngest Stark child (Rickon, he believed) who was looking up at him in complete awe. He seemed to be younger by a few years and the prince found himself wondering if maybe they could play together later. Did the northerners play the same games they played in King’s Landing? Would Rickon even want to play with him? He carefully smiled at the boy and felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders when Rickon returned the smile. So far so good.

For now though, there were other things to do. A formal greeting between his father and Lord Stark, then a more informal approach where his father went through all of Lord Stark’s children one after the other and told them how strong and beautiful they were and how they would make great knights and lords and ladies someday. Tommen felt a sting in his chest. If only his father ever told him he was going to be a great knight someday with the same twinkle in his eyes he had when he said it to Brandon. Was that jealousy? 

Tommen examined Brandon with narrow eyes. They were probably around the same age, with the other boy being noticeably taller and leaner, his dark hair gave him a much more adventurous appearance than Tommen with his golden locks could ever hope for. He was beaming with pride after receiving the King’s praise and despite the maybe-jealousy still stinging in his chest, the young prince could not for the life of him find it in him to dislike the other boy. He watched as Rickon looked up at Brandon and they exchanged a smile. Brandon was probably also a way better older brother than Joffrey.

Where was Joffrey anyway? Over there, making googly eyes at Lord Stark’s daughter. Fair enough, Tommen thought to himself, she was a true beauty. Maybe, he then thought, one day he could marry a girl just as beautiful, then he saw his mother whisper something into Joffrey’s ear and instinctively knew that whoever he was going to marry someday, it wasn’t going to be a Sansa Stark. No wonder Joffrey never found the time to be a good brother in between learning how to strut around like a rooster and trying to get under the skirts of beautiful girls. Tommen had no idea what it meant to get under someone’s skirt but his uncle Tyrion had said this one day and his other uncle Jaime had given the dwarf a slap in the back of his head and told him “Not in front of the children”, so Tommen had vowed to himself to never forget this sentence until he could understand what it meant. (Also the rooster part was funny, even though he wouldn’t dare to say that out loud to anyone aside from uncle Tyrion.)

A slight push to his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts and he looked directly into Myrcella’s slightly concerned eyes. The adults were done with greeting each other and giving compliments to children that weren’t Tommen and the whole group got ready to go inside the castle. He quickly caught up to Myrcella and tried to look for Rickon Stark, but the boy had vanished from his field of vision.

—

Winterfell was much nicer on the inside. Big chimneys and torches on the walls warmed up the great hall and gave it a welcoming feeling. It felt like a place that was a home to someone, not like Casterly Rock which felt more like a place people were forced to visit without any intention of staying longer than absolutely necessary - at least that was how Tommen felt whenever he had to go and see his grandfather Tywin.

Here it was very different though. Even from his place at the table that stood above all the other tables, he felt like a part of the crowd of laughing, drinking and singing northerners. Even stuck between his sister, who was half asleep, and his mother, who was more busy hawk eyeing Sansa Stark than anything, he was having a good time. Well, as good of a time as he could have anyway when everyone around him was getting more and more drunk as the evening dragged on.

He knew that he would be sent to his chambers immediately if he seemed even remotely tired and he didn’t want to leave just yet but at some point he just couldn’t hold the yawns in anymore. Almost immediately, his mother’s gaze was on him - for the first time that night and while that was nice for a change, he dreaded the following words before they even left her mouth: “You should go to bed, it’s quite late.”

Tommen looked around for help, feeling a tad bit hopeful when his gaze met with the understanding eyes of his uncle Jaime. “Oh come on Cersei, it’s a special night. Let the child enjoy it a little longer.”

“It’s way past sundown, Jaime,” his mother responded and something about her tone sent a chill down Tommen’s spine, but his uncle seemed entirely unbothered.

“We’re in the north, it’s always way past sundown.”

“Jaime.”

Silence, then his mother leaned forward to give him a kiss on the forehead. “Sleep well, Tommen.” So his uncle had lost, bummer.

When he left the hall he felt Joffrey’s gloating stare in his back. The door closed behind him, then it was only his and Jaime’s steps walking away from the festivities. And the warmth. It was a lot colder out here.

“Sorry about that, lad. I tried to get you some more time.”

“It’s fine, thank you.” He gave his uncle a small smile and was about to reassure him that he had been getting bored anyway when a giggle somewhere down the corridor distracted him from the conversation. Before Jaime could stop him (maybe he wasn’t even trying) he hurried down the corridor to see where the sound came from. He hadn’t seen Rickon and Brandon all night, maybe they were-

“Hello.”

Startled, Tommen’s feet came to a halt abruptly and he nearly lost his balance. Big, blue eyes looked up at him, widening a little in shock.

“I’m sorry, are you alright?”

“Rickon, what are you- oh.” Brandon Stark bowed his head, gesturing at his little brother to do the same. “Your Highness.”

“You don’t have to do that…” Tommen shuffled his feet nervously - he had never been a huge fan of people bowing their heads or getting on their knees before him, it just didn’t feel right. “What… what are you doing?”

“Oh, we were just playing.” Brandon still seemed a little cautious, as if Tommen were to order his execution if he took one simple misstep. It made his chest tighten; what would it take for Brandon to not be nervous around him anymore? How could he show that he had no intention to boss anyone around or-

“Do you want to join us?”

Rickon really had a talent for interrupting his spiraling thoughts and when Tommen looked at him, he was met with a genuinely hopeful expression - a pleasant counterpart to Brandon’s leeriness.

He was about to tell him that he would love to play with them, then he remembered he wasn’t alone and turned around to his uncle. “May I…?”

The corner of Jaime’s mouth twitched so slightly that Tommen was sure he wouldn’t even have noticed if he hadn’t known the man all his life. “Your mother won’t hear it from me. But I’ll be back in an hour and then you will go to bed immediately.”

“Yes, promise!” Barely able to hide his excitement, he turned back to the Stark boys and quickly followed Rickon into the room when the younger boy grabbed his wrist and pulled him with him. Brandon shut the door, then it was only the three of them.

Tommen examined the room. A bed, covered in furs and blankets, a big chimney with a fire spreading warmth and a thick carpet with wooden figurines lying around. He sat down on the floor between the two brothers. “Brandon and Rickon, right?”

“Yes. You can say Bran though.” 

It had been a pure courtesy, but Tommen was glad he had asked - it made him happy to be allowed to address Bran by a nickname. Friends did that, right? Did that mean they were friends? A smile spread his lips. “Then you can just say Tommen. What were you playing?”

“Well, we were trying to play tournament, but Rickon won’t share the knight figurines!”

“Because these are mine!”

“But how are we gonna play tournament when I have no knights?!”

“Then that means you lose!”

“That’s not how it works!”

Tommen leaned back when Bran suddenly lunged forward and wrestled Rickon into the carpet, then the younger boy squeaked and started to thrash around. “Braaan!”

Tommen narrowed his eyes. Was Bran- “W-wait, what are you doing?! Leave him alone!”

Rickon stopped laughing when Bran took his fingers off his sides and both of them were looking at him with nearly identical grins. “Why? Would you rather get a taste of this yourself?”

Before the prince could react, Rickon cried out “Charge!” and suddenly they were all over him; Bran held one of his arms in a vice grip and dug his fingers into his armpit, meanwhile Rickon relentlessly squeezed his midsection. A reluctant laugh escaped Tommen’s mouth. This was not good… he had to get out of here or else he’d be stuck here all night… maybe uncle Jaime would even walk in on him crying, just like the Septa did back when it happened in King’s Landing, that would be so embarrassing…

He remembered Joffrey quite literally ambushing him in his chambers in the early morning, jumping up on his bed and pinning him down while tickling him everywhere he could reach. The prodding to his hips, the scribbles all over his ribs and tummy, the squeezes to his sides… yes, he remembered it all too well. He remembered that it had been painful rather than ticklish, remembered how he had screamed louder and louder for Joffrey to let go of him and how his brother had seemed to care less and less by the second, how he had begun to cry only for Joffrey to tell him ‘Don’t be a baby, we’re just having fun’.

Fun. Maybe, he had wondered for a while, Joffrey was right. When the Septa had come into the room and Joffrey had explained that they were just having a little tickle fight, she too had said ‘Why are you crying, Prince Tommen? Tickling is supposed to be fun’. Maybe, he had thought, he was the problem, maybe he just didn’t know how to have fun with tickling and that was the reason so it didn’t work, but then again, Joffrey having fun and Tommen getting hurt (or anyone getting hurt, really) weren’t mutually exclusive situations.

Tommen felt his chest tighten and his own laughter began to sound like that of a stranger. He knew this was supposed to be fun, but he didn’t want this. All he had wanted was to have fun with some potential new friends and now he was gonna be stuck here for hours, getting tortured. Maybe Bran was just as horrible of an older brother as Joffrey then. Tears started to clock up his throat. And then, to his great surprise, the tickling… stopped.

“Tommen? Are you alright?”

Rickon gave him a worried look and Tommen hastily sat up, not wanting to seem weak in front of the Stark boys. “I’m fine…”

“Did we overstep?” Bran looked somewhat mortified at the thought of having upset the prince. “We’re sorry, we didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable… we thought it’d be fun.”

Tommen pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around himself. He knew that this would make him look like a little baby, but honestly, it made him feel better right now and for a moment that was the only thing that mattered. “I just don’t understand… how can it be fun if people get hurt?”

The brothers glanced at each other, confused. “Hurt?” Rickon tilted his head to the side as if the situation would become somehow clearer. “What do you mean, hurt? I mean, I guess it could happen… one time Jon kicked Robb in the chest, but I think that was an accident.”

“What Rickon is trying to say,” Bran chipped in from the side when Tommen opened his mouth to ask what tickling and kicking people in the chest had to do with each other, “is that sometimes you can get hurt when you’re tickling someone and play fighting, but tickling isn’t supposed to hurt.”

“It- it isn’t?”

“No, it isn’t! See, it’s fun.” Bran quickly wiggled his fingers into Rickon’s side and the younger boy let out a bright giggle. “Why would it be supposed to hurt?”

“Well, when Joffrey did it-”

“Joffrey?! Prince Joffrey?! What did he do?!”

Tommen knew very well that the majority of the worry in Bran’s expression probably came from the fact that Joffrey was most likely going to marry his sister, but something about it still made him feel safe. As if the Stark brothers would be on his side, unlike Joffrey, unlike the Septa, and so he told them everything. Rickon was the first to speak up.

“But that is so mean! Why would he do that?!”

“Maybe he is just a mean person.” Bran softly caressed his brother’s hair, seemingly in shock. “But that’s really… I mean, the rules to tickling are unspoken, I suppose, but even so one of the rules is to stop immediately if the other person doesn’t want to be tickled…”

Tommen only wrapped his arms around himself and grasped onto his shirt, just to hold onto something. “Joffrey doesn’t know the rules then.”

“But we know the rules!” Rickon seemed determined to raise the spirit. “Maybe you could let us tickle you, we can show you that it’s fun!”

Bran looked at his brother as if he was about to scold him, then his gaze turned towards the prince instead, rather curiously. “Would you… let us do that?”

Tommen considered his options. He could just say No and they wouldn’t do it. They would respect that he didn’t want it to happen. They could just play something else and he’d be able to avoid this experience - or he could say Yes. If they’d accept his No now, they would also accept it later. Tommen had spent countless nights at the table next to his father, listening to him swoon over how honorable and honest of a man Lord Eddard Stark was and if that same Lord Eddard Stark’s sons claimed there were rules to tickling, he was sure they’d follow those rules at all times.

He nodded carefully. “You can do it… but carefully…”

“Of course!” To say that Rickon was beaming would’ve been an understatement, but Tommen couldn’t think of a better word before the younger boy latched onto his sides, squeezing away.

A giggle slipped out of his mouth and he quickly pressed his arms to his sides. He didn’t want it to stop just yet, wanted to see where it would go, but he couldn’t help it, it just really tickled. It didn’t hurt though. Tommen felt the slightest bit of tension fade away.

“Don’t block us out now!” Bran’s eyes glittered as he wiggled his fingers past Tommen’s arms, scratching at his ribs and making the prince squeak. “How are we supposed to tickle you if you cover up all the good spots?” There was a teasing undertone to his voice that would’ve sounded cruel and mean coming from Joffrey but out of Bran’s mouth it sounded… nice. Like they were having fun.

Tommen let out another giggle. He was having fun. “Buhut it tihickles-”

“Yes, that’s the point!” Rickon laughed and moved from his sides to his tummy. Tommen doubled over with a shriek and the younger boy’s eyes lit up. “Bran, I found a gold spot!”

“Good work, Ser Rickon! The defenses are crumbling!”

“AIHEE- Brahahahan!” Tommen squealed, curling in on himself. It was no use trying to protect his torso; Rickon relentlessly prodded and poked at his tummy and Bran’s fingers had wormed their way up into his armpits. It would probably be smart to try and push him off but he couldn’t bring himself to lift his arms - it just tickled too much. All he could do was lie on the carpet and laugh and it was fun.

“Are you alright?” Rickon grinned widely when the prince nodded. “Good!” He wiggled a finger into his belly button. “Then I can try this!”

“Gahahads, Rickohohon! Nahahat theheheere!” Tommen felt tears prick at the corner of his eyes. As much fun as this was- “Ihi cahan’t, I cahahan’t, stahahap! Plehehease!”

Immediately all four hands let go of him and Tommen felt warmth spread in his chest. They stopped. He told them to stop and they did it. So this was why it was supposed to be fun.

Rickon scooted a little closer and tried to catch a glimpse of Tommen’s face. “Are you still alriHIG- hehehehey! Brahahan, nohoho!”

Tommen blinked at the younger boy who was giggling and squirming on the ground, then he looked up at Bran who had his hands buried under Rickon’s arms and grinned back at him. “Do you want to help?”

“Nohoho, dohon’t hehehelp him!”

Tommen hesitated for a moment, then carefully extended his hand to give Rickon’s knee a little scratch when Bran sent an encouraging nod his way. Rickon let out a shriek and tried to pull his leg in but Tommen quickly grabbed his ankle to hold it still. He was getting used to this.

“You know you deserve this, Rickon!” Bran did his best to sound threatening but he couldn’t hide his joking undertone. “That’s what you get when you don’t share your toys!”

“Buhut thehese ahahare mihINEEK! ALRIHIHIGHT I GIHIVE! I GIHIHIVE!”

Tommen watched in fascination as Bran took his fingers off Rickon’s neck and briefly wondered how many times they must have done this for Bran to have such good knowledge on how to get Rickon to give up immediately. He caught himself smiling at the sight of Rickon lunging at Bran with a battle cry and starting to squeeze his sides, drawing an uncharacteristic cackle out of his older brother.

“Come on Tommen, help me! He needs a taste of his own medicine!”

Tommen took Bran’s wrists to pull them up, grinning down at him when he was met with a squeal of betrayal. How he could’ve ever thought about Winterfell as a dismal place was beyond him.

[justonemorechapternicercy]

Also if it's ok to ask more than one prompt I'd like ❛ i’m not giving up on you. ❜ also with Percy and Will <3

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Press. Press. Press. Count to thirty.

No breathing.

Repeat.

"I'm not giving up on you," Percy hissed, clenching his jaw, repeating the procedure.

Again.

"Percy, just stop, you can't-" Annabeth yelled, but he drowned out. No. He couldn't accept it.

He wouldn't accept it.

Again.

A broken cough. Raspy breath and fluttering eyelashes.

"Thank gods," Percy whispered, dizzy with relief, as he fell onto the spluttering blonde.

"...Watch out, it will fall down," Will laughed painfully, finishing Percy's scream, the last thing he heard before passing out.

Percy laughed-sobbed, "You are an idiot."

"Yours, though."

"Mine."

[umirage]

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[drksanctuary]

Hahahahahah I feel like both are legitimate reactions either they get along or they combat eachother or some wierd combo of both. Love it. ALSO @bvckbiter I feel like I should’ve been tagged in this lol. @proscrix nice prompt 👍

OMG THANK YOU FOR BEING SO NICE ;;;;; Here's my prompt:

Shortly after the end of the Titans War Percy is so adamant about making Alabaster feel like he has a home so he tries to take him to meet his friends and the first one is Nico. And Alabaster is like "I don't want to meet any of your stupid siblings stupid Jackson just LeAvE mE aLoNe" but when Alabaster and Nico see each other for the first time and Percy introduces Alabaster as his reluctant friend, by some reason Nico and Al feel they could get along and the meeting goes surprisingly well.

What do you think?

ik you said nico and alabaster getting along well but. idk theyre both gremlins...

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"Di Angelo?!"

Nico's soft, doleful features shutter closed like a lemon being wrung of its juices. "Torrington."

"You know each other?" Percy awkwardly laughs, scratching the back of his head.

"Do we know each other? This little shit owes me 20 drachmas!"

"20 drachmas?!"

"Ahem. I'm leaving. Very important Ghost King stuff to attend to..."

"Oh no, the fuck you don't!" Alabaster snarls, and the shadow bleeding across the wall to embrace Nico suddenly juts out, knocking the son of Hades onto his ass. Nico shouts in pain. "What, is the little Prince too broke to cough up the pretty penny he owes me?"

"Nico, why do you owe Al 20 drachmas?!" Percy demands. "That's too much, money doesn't grow on trees!"

"It does for him, he just dips his hand in daddy's mines anyway."

A string of curses leaves Nico. "I'll pay you your winnings—when you don't cheat to earn them!"

"Do you know how hard it is to earn money when—" Alabaster slips into a violent mix of Ancient Greek and Latin, blinding green unfurling from his hands like—

Percy's eyes widen as Nico unsheathes his Stygian Iron sword just in time to block Alabaster's... beam batons? Lightsabers without the saber handles. Glowsticks if they grew out of hands and didn't have a plastic encasing.

Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to introduce these two.

[carrie-tate]

@proscrix dude, your luck, you... Like, you read my mind xD

I actually draw it 👀