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pcvensies · 4 years ago

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I love your blog and writing! I’ve recently gotten back into PJO and was wondering if you would write a fic where Percy was jealous. If you don’t mind writing PercyxReader.

Secret handshake

In which Percy gets jealous of his partner’s friendship with Jason

word count: 1600

trigger warnings: none

DISCLAIMER: this happens in some kind of au where jason d-words but is brought back because baby. pls bare with me. also, gender neutral!

also hUH logan is my percy. in my mind he is ,, idk man. i just love him sm. ur welcome for the gif ✌🏼😚

Jason was his friend. You were his partner. And you were all friends, it was all cool. Yet there he was, annoyedly sat on the floor, watching you both train with a frown drawn on his face.

Jason was a great fighter, as so were you, and you had this stupid ability to sincronize all your movements without even trying, which made you two an amazing team. Always effective, always on everyone’s mouth. And that fact alone could ruin Percy’s day, that you and Jason were so good together, and you and him were not.

“C’mon, Jay, you can do so much better”, you spoke, and Jason chuckled, turning around fast enough to hit you with his shoulder.

“Like that, you mean?”.

Your laugh made Percy’s heart flutter, as you got up and shook your head, punching the blonde boy on his arm. You looked so /good/ with your camp shirt covered in dirt, sticky hair somehow framing your face in a beautiful way, drawing shapes on your pinkish cheeks.

Jason smiled gently, shaking your hand, and the blue eyed boy groaned: when had Y/n and Jason made a secret handshake? And why didn’t they have one?

Percy was too busy being annoyed to notice your hand on his head, fingers running carefully through his dark locks, and when he finally did, he looked up at you.

“...not listening again, are you?”, there wasn’t any trace of annoyance on your voice, and still, the demigod felt guilty under your eyes, sighing softly and moving his hand to rest it on your calf, running his thumb over your skin.

Before he could speak, Jason wrapped his arm around your shoulder, breathing heavily and smiling down at Percy, which for some reason annoyed him even more. Jay being so oblivious of his feelings annoyed him.

“You should pay more attention to Y/n, Percy, or they might get tired of speaking to the air”.

He was joking, he didn’t mean it. It was Jason, for Zeus’ sake. But the dark haired boy couldn’t help the dirty look he sent the blonde as he got up, so fast it startled you, as your hand fell to your side.

“I was listening, thank you very much. And it’s all good, you tire them enough with all the training, Grace”.

Jason gave Percy a strange look, cautiously analysing his expression searching for a sign on what was up with him, but the dark haired boy simply sighed.

“I’m just gonna leave you two alone, so you can continue training. It’s not like I’m needed here anyways”.

Sometimes Percy had these kinds of moments, where even if he was pretty confident of himself most of the time, he’d doubt. Not you, of course, he would never doubt you. But himself, and his ways of handling your relationship.

You were left there, next to the blonde boy, as Percy walked away, fists closed and tense shoulders, muttering nonsense to himself under his breath.

The rest of the day was boring, and you’d swear it was cold for a sunny August day. You always felt cold when Percy wasn’t around, like if you were standing on the shade, and wherever you walked, it followed you.

He felt the same, somehow. When you were not around, he felt colder too. Like if everything around him was dark, like if the sun had stopped shining. You always brought warmth to him, sometimes without even touching him, and so he did to you.

Dinner was simply weird, your siblings trying to find out what was wrong, asking questions and trying to cheer you up with jokes and old stories. One of the older ones even threatened to fight whoever had made you feel like that, but it only caused the table to erupt in laughter as he was known for being a softie.

From where you were sitting, you could see Jason dining alone at the Cabin 1 table. It wasn’t even his table, this wasn’t even his camp, but it wasn’t weird to have him around CHB after he came back from the dead, to be around you, Perce, Annabeth and the rest.

You thanked your siblings for everything, excusing yourself and walking to his table, sitting next to him with a small smile.

“You look lonely as hell, Jay, it’s ruining the whole camp’s mood”.

He gave you a smile, chuckling softly and shaking his head.

“I’m still thinking about this morning. I don’t know what we did to annoy Percy so much, honestly”, he complained, as he took a sip of his ambrosia glass, “Have you spoken to him?”.

Perce and Jay had a close friendship, and you could feel how genuinely worried the blonde boy was. You shook your head at his question, and looked around, trying to find your boyfriend.

However, you didn’t, as he wasn’t there. Percy groaned once again, eyes locked to his cabin’s ceiling as his crossed arms rested on his chest.

He knew he was being childish, and still, he couldn’t stop it, the feeling that caused his chest to tighten and his face to get hot whenever he thought about you and Jason laughing together.

It wasn’t lack of trust, though, it was more like fear of you finding someone better. Someone who wouldn’t wake you up in the middle of the night, knocking at your cabin’s door because they can’t sleep. Someone who would listen to you all the time, someone who would always have their full attention on you, someone who would...

“...gods’ sake, Jackson, open the door!”, your voice made him jump, strong knocking finally making it through his ears, and he cursed himself for being distracted again. He couldn’t help it, really, and you understood, but he still felt bad whenever it happened.

The door finally opened, your shorter frame standing in front of him, arms crossed over your chest. You wanted to get mad, to fight him for leaving you and Jay like he did in the morning, for avoiding you two all day. But something on the way he looked down at you made you realise you couldn’t tell him anything he wasn’t aware of already.

He moved to the side, allowing you to walk in, in hopes that you wouldn’t yell at him or argue. Not because he didn’t think he deserved it, but because he was too tired for any of it.

You sighed deeply, sitting on his bed, watching him close the door slowly, as he raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Y/n I’m—”.

“No”, you cut him, and he tensed again, waiting for it.

You felt it, the exact moment his body went defence mode, and you patted the bed next to you, raising your arm his way. Percy looked at the bed, then at your hand, and he held it gently as he sat, both his hands wrapped around yours, playing with your fingers as he looked down.

“I’m not mad at you, Perce… just worried, you’ve been acting weird since Jason got here. We’re both worried about you, we—”.

“Why is it always ‘we’ with you two, huh?”, he spat out, unable to stop himself. He paused his fiddling with your fingers when he realised, and he finally looked up at you (gif!), “I’m sorry– I am so sorry. I don’t mean that you can’t be friends, I would never stop you from being friends with anyone, Y/n, it’s just… Fuck, I don’t even know”.

You looked at him with gentle eyes, your free hand resting on his knee as you nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“You two make such a great team, and you’re always so happy when he comes around… You even have a secret handshake. It’s stupid but I don’t feel like… like we have that”.

Percy had never been the best at being vocal about his feelings, and you knew he was doing an effort to put it all in words for you.

“Percy, babe… Jason needs it”, you spoke, your eyes on his, “He needs somewhere to go where he can forget about anything that isn’t laughing and enjoying a day under the sun, and I try to make that place here... And we are a good team because he’s not my boyfriend!”, you chuckled softly.

“What?”.

“I mean, I would lose it if something were to happen to him during a fight, but Jay and I are just friends! We protect each other like friends do. When you and I are out there, I’m terrified, and I know you are too. Always trying to take the most for ourselves so the other can stand back… It’s a whole different story, Percy. It’s what love does in the battlefield”.

Percy felt so dumb, both for lashing out at you this morning for trying to help Jason feel better, and for not realising the truth behind the cause of his jealousy. He groaned, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours, and you chuckled, letting go of his hands to cup his cheeks.

You run your thumbs over his skin slowly, his finally calm breathing hitting your face softly, and he pressed a small peck to your lips.

“I’m an idiot”, he said, and you nodded slowly, kissing him first this time.

“Just sometimes. But you have nothing and no one to worry about, alright? We can make a secret handshake too, if that’d make you feel better”.

He laughed a little, rolling his eyes and plopping back on the bed, pulling you with him so your head was resting on his chest. He run his fingers through your hair slowly, and pressed a small kiss to your head.

“I already feel much better… but I do have some ideas for that handshake”.

#percy jackson #percy jackson one shot #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson x reader #logan lerman #percy jackon and the olympians #jason grace x reader

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aloera · 3 years ago

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The ask prompt is too long to fit into an ask TT_TT but here's the doc for it docs(.)google(.)com/document/d/1yDI7iFRhOJ8ENv_IwZAo3rDSUqj80EiJROS10RzRbj4/edit

the lengths u are going for this,,, much appreciated you're very sweet!!!

prompts + answers under the cut!!

INTRODUCTION

Name: aloera

AO3 account: aloera

Fandoms you write for: bnha

How many stories have you written so far: 19

FANFICTION PROFILE

What's your favorite fandom to write for? hmm,,, used to do pjo and eah (ever after high) and eah was fun as fuck i will say!!! i think bnha is my fav mostly bc i made the most friends in this fandom :D

What's your favorite character/person to write for? bkg and kirishima!! cannot choose do not make me <3

Fic you'd want to improve? probably what we deserve? i rushed the beginning and the confession is a bit stilted imo

Hardest fic you've written? between lion and men -_- bc there is so much canon compliant stuff i've gotta write out before i get to the divergence and its HARD

Easiest fic you've written? come home to me!!! it happened so easily,,, no second guessing no writers block just vibes <33 was lovely i miss it

What would you say is the most "famous" fic you've ever written? also probably come home to me? its got the most interaction

first line of the first fic you've ever written and published. [not including my 2014 ffnet fics] "The bell rings, class starts, and Katsuki and Midoriya are inexplicably absent." from come home to me

Have you ever done a collab with another writer? yes!!!!! on two separate occasions and its so fucking fun i highly recommend trying it out its the best

Do you beta? if asked but honestly im a shit beta lmao

Do you like joining fic fests/exchanges? depends on what i have going on irl but in general yeah!!

FANFICTION PREFERENCES

Fluff or angst? definitely fluff

"OCs" or "Reader" inserts? reader inserts!! have been going ham on them recently

Blurbs or drabbles? blurbs!!

One thing you love about fanfiction i just. i really love slice of life romance?? and most media doesn't give you that bc its dedicated to plot and action and that's valid!! but fanfiction fills in the gap which is really nice

One thing you don't like about fanfiction most of the stuff i don't like is less about actual fanfiction and more about how people behave about it

What is/are your favorite fandom author/authors? IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!! TURN IT UP!!!

bnha: hiuythn, rae_tnub, Moniix, Ata_Lanta, wrunic, chezka, PurplePersnickety, surveycorpsejean, mahadevi, arxaris, deviance, Oceanbreeze7, MikeWritesThings, bonnia, wonhaebunny, dinosuns

voltron: hiuythn, Oceanbreeze7, DeerstalkerDeathFrisbee, arahir, dinosuns,

and honorable mention to loveclouds im not even in the haikyuu fandom i just love their fics So Much

these are just the ones off the top of my head i have so many favourites idc if i'm only supposed 2 have one!! die mad about it!!!

What is your favorite trope? secret relationship + relationship reveal til the day i die babie <3 <3

Least favorite trope? hm,,, probably just like. angst lmao i cannot stand 90% of it

A fanfiction cliché that you can't help but love? coffeeshop aus,,,, so good

Do you have a type when it comes to pairings? the otp where its like. piece of shit + himbo = love. ex. krbk, catradora, jade/beck

Favorite setting/au? hm,,, truly i cannot pick one KGKSJNHKj but i really like college aus!! and modern aus!! and roommate aus!!

Explain the meaning of your favorite line of dialogue you've written as if someone hasn't read it in context. “He doesn’t know,” Katsuki says, softly. “My timer stopped and nothing happened. He’s not mine.”

the line is from what we deserve!! it's a soulmate au where your timer counts down to the moment that you meet your soulmate!! bakugou's timer ends at USJ when he and kirishima attack kurogiri at the same time (impulsive kings <33) but kirishima's timer doesn't end until kamino because that's when he accepts himself as bakugous soulmate!! unfortunately, when bakugous timer has reached 0, he turned to see that kirishima's was still ticking and therefore believes that kirishima isn't his soulmate.

this line just,, idk. it's really sad. bakugou is such an action-driven character? if something doesn't go his way he Makes it go his way. he's got this insanely volatile quirk and he's got impeccable control of it!! but his love for kirishima isn't something that he can change and he's not going to ruin kirishima's chance of finding his own soulmate because he loves him and wants him to be happy. i really wanted to focus on how resigned he is? and how unusual that is for a character like him.

Favorite trope/genre to write? again, secret relationship with relationship reveals <33 fluff in general is my wheelhouse!!!

A trope/genre you haven't written but think would be a fun challenge? idk if this counts?? have been working on some dead dove concepts!! its super different from what i normally write so its a cool challenge

The one trope/concept you'll never touch and why probably cheating/infidelity?? it just looks,,, super difficult to write well and i don't have enough of an interest in it to try it out

Which do you prefer to write: longer or shorter fics? shorter!! low attention span gang <3

Ideal length to read? 5-10k?

Ideal length to write? 4-8k!!

How long was the longest fic you've ever written? control fraek is around 28k i think?

Have you ever written an AU? yeah!! i've done restaurant au's, soulmate au's, pro hero aus, and fantasy aus (general, not the bnha fantasy ending)

What's your favorite AU trope? hm,, probably when two people in authority are in a secret relationship? ceo's/uni professors/etc etc

Have you ever written smut? yeah!! was. difficult tho

What's your comfort genre? (the one you fall on most in writing/reading) fluff,,, hurt/comfort,,, fix-it fics with happy endings <3

If you were to start writing in other fandoms, which would they be? maybe jjk?? the characters are really cool!!!! fr i might go back to my ever after high roots i love the characters and setting so Much its so fun!!! idec if no ones into it anymore!!!!!

Is there a trope you think you could be easily recognized by in your writing? i've had people say they saw the mention of buff hagakure and recognized it was me so. probably that skdjhnksjd

WRITING STYLE

How would you describe your style? i tend to use shorter sentences and pretty simple words i think? and i gravitate towards lighthearted concepts that allow for ensemble casts and humour!!

Describe your style in three words romcom but fanfic

Favorite words to use when writing? the word reverent!! fuckin love including it!!

Dialogue tags or no dialogue tags? (she said, he said, they said, etc) dialogue tags!!!

Favorite dialogue tag (other than said, if you use them) again idk if this counts but "they said softly" is unmatched

Long sentences vs short vs a mix short <33

What colors would you use to describe your writing? hm,,, depends on the fic i would say?? control fraek is dark green to me?? kinda like a forest at night yk?? scary but there's still life there. sugar cookies is yellow like early morning sunlight, when it rains is yellowy-orange like a caution sign. not gonna list all of them cause theres a lot its just. do u get it? the colours change based on the vibe of the fic.

What song or music genre would you use to describe your writing? think. i am constantly trying to emulate that moment at the end of wasteland baby when hozier goes "im in love/im in love with you."

What kind of metaphors do you rely on? religious metaphors my beloved <33 they're just so pretty!!! i also love comparing stuff to water for some reason?? like that ocean vuong quote thats like "what are you now?/water." it goes hard!!!

What's something you'd say is experimental in your writing at this time? definitely action!! i have,,, no idea how to write it so anything i do is really just me playing around and seeing what works and what doesn't

Do you prefer to write by hand or to type? i've tried both!! personally i prefer typing because it goes way faster but i will say that writing by hand lets me get words down when i'm going through writer's block

What is your preferred place to write (notebook, laptop, cellphone, etc.)? laptop!!

What app/apps do you use to write (word, notepad, etc.)? google docs skjdnkjh its fine on desktop but mobile is,,,,, disgusting

Do you keep a notebook or file/notes page in your phone/device for notes on your writing? ngl i just have everything organized in my drive?? one folder per fandom and then sub folders for ideas+hcs, unfinished wips, and finished fics. multichaps get sub sub folders so i can organize outlines and drafts

Do you listen to music to help you write? yeah!! playlists organized by fic vibe :D

Where do you usually go to write (bedroom, living room, etc.)? mostly in my bedroom??? but moving around to different stops helps too i think!!

How long does it usually take for you to write? again this depends on what i have going on irl, how attached i am to the idea, my mindset at the time, etc!! i am,, the least consistent person skjnhdkjh.

What's your favorite font to use when writing? times new roman my beloved

Other writing habits? sometimes i'll write in the dark?? bad for my eyes but for some reason it gets the words flowing

CONCEPTUALIZATION

How do you conceptualize your ideas? (See specific moments like they're a movie, writing specific lines in your head, don't know until you put the words on paper, etc.) i tend to get inspiration from movies, books, poems, or other fics!!! sometimes one line just makes me go oh,, i want to write something like that,,, and then it helps me create an idea that makes me feel the same way?? i did this with control fraek!!!! i wanted a scenario where bakugou was cold and calculating and i was like hm. to do that he’d have to be focusing on something important. and from there i was able to flesh out the rest of the idea.

Which comes first: the pairing or the plot? with krbk its always always the pairing,, i'll be sitting there like wow <33 i love them <33 what if one of them had amnesia <33 (which, yes, wip!!) otherwise it's usually the plot!! and i slot in characters that i feel make sense

Have you ever used a prompt? yeah!! used a prompt for wlw week 2020 and it was fun as hell

Do you write around the story around a specific scene you want to get to or do you start from a plot idea definitely the first!!!! i almost always write like,,, a super messy scene thats 90% dialogue, keep it in my head, and then write the entire fic around that one moment

Do you find that you include a projection of some part of yourself in the way you write a character? a lot of the time when i write love confessions or love in general i'll have one of the characters think or say that the other person makes their head quiet? and it's because that's what i feel whenever i'm in love?? a quiet mind. i project on characters yeah but i think most of the projection actually goes to the way that i write love

Do you research some of the things you write deeply, partially and kind of wing the rest, or play entirely by ear (in this case, go with whatever base knowledge of the subject you have)? most of the time if i do research it'll be about the setting (ex. the izakaya in to have and to hold) or if i'm having the characters interact with an object that they like. need to know how to use (me, in control fraek: google. hey google. does someone die if they get shot in the foot??? no???? awesome thank u <3)

Have you ever had an idea for a story and forgot about it? lmaoo yeah all the time i'll find like 500-2k words of concepts in my gdocs like i do. not remember this at all

Is there a trope you think you could be easily recognized by in your writing? probably krbk secret relationship lmao

Are there concepts you've tried that turned out better than expected? yeah!! i fully thought the action in control fraek would be awful but it turned out not bad??? which im happy with

Are there concepts you've tried that turned out worse than you expected? again, what we deserve, i personally think it would have worked out better if i'd paced it slower and drawn out the pining but i. do not feel like going back to fix it so its staying the way that it is. pining is so fucking hard to do AHHHH i get so tired with it!!! im like just date already!!!!

PROCESS

How do you come up with titles? in rare occasions (literally. all my multichaps for some reason) the title comes after writing like .5 words of the first chapter im like YES this is it!!!!! sometimes i write the whole thing and pick out one line that fits (what i did with come home to me) a lot of the time i just. steal from songs or poems that i like

What's your favorite emotion to cause on your readers? i like making people happy!!!! love when people comment saying they're cheered up

What's your favorite emotion to write? lovelovelovelovelovelove

Have you ever cried or felt any emotion while reading something you've written? never cried?? but sometimes i'll rereading my hurt/comfort fics 4. yk. comfort

Do you write in order or whatever comes to you? in order!! unless i have a scene that i Need to write and i'll quickly jot it down so that i don't forget

Usual way you procrastinate while writing? ...doing asks like this, making playlists, discord, watching netflix. what don't i do smh

Do you outline or free write? i am. so shit at outlines. i mostly free write and write lil notes for stuff that i wanna add later

Do you set word goals or scene goals (scenes you want to include)? yes!! like i said i'll write loose notes for scenes that i want to add later!! it gives me something to write towards :D

What do you consider when writing your scenes? what goes into making the atmosphere and mood you want? to set a scene i do two things? the first is like,, the five senses bc that always sets the scene really well and makes it feel Real. i'll visualize stuff in my head like its a movie and write out what i would want to tell the set designer?? if the lights are low, if the space is busy, if it's supposed to exude comfort or not.

for putting forward the character's mood one thing i've found that makes a difference is sentence length!! long sentences are good for making a character seem flustered and nervous or not really in control of their emotions? good for love confessions. short sentences are good for when the character is focused on something or short on time. good for fights!!

What's something you never considered to include in your writing that you can't leave out now? def buff hagakure,,,, once i thought of it i was like. if i don't include this at least once in every single fic how could i look at myself in the mirror!!!!!! how could i face anyone!!!!

How do you start a story? establishing a fact about the character or describing the setting! option a is one single thread of gold, option b is between lion and men

How do you end a story? either by tying it back to the beginning or doing like a funny kind of closing??? option a is sugar cookies, option b is a godless society

How do you get out of writer's block? change something!! move something!! i go from typing to handwriting, moving from my bedroom to my living room, switching wips to work on something else!! i do sprints as well?? give myself like fifteen minutes to write something and sometimes 200 words opens up the way for another 2k. sometimes i'll just delete like 500 words and start fresh

Do you edit? or do you toss your writing out there? i edit!!! i'll go over it myself then send it to one or two betas (bee my beloved <33)

How do you edit? do you use spellcheck, grammar checkers, etc? bee is my grammar checker bc he is So Good with grammar. i use grammarly as well for spellcheck stuff mostly?? sometimes my edit process is just like "am i tired of looking at this!! yes <3" and then i post it

PROGRESS

Do you usually like what you write? yeah!!! i post stuff that makes me happy and that i'm fine with rereading!!! i write stuff for self-indulgence reasons first and foremost and i think my writing reflects that sjhnksj

Have you ever written something you didn't like but posted anyways? nope!! even what we deserve i LIKED even if i see a lot of room 4 improvement!! if i don't like smth it's not getting posted

Do you find yourself rereading your writing often? yeah!! the reason i wrote so much krbk secret relationship is because i loved it but i'd read all that there was so i just,, wrote more,, ngl its kinda nice being in a place where i actually like my writing bc i can write stuff that i want to see and really enjoy it!!

Can you tell us anything about your current WIP? sure!! i'm currently working on when it rains which is a fic where bakugou gets hit by a crying quirk!! i'm gonna be using it to explore So Much of all might's character and his relationships with bakugou and aizawa (and i think some people from his past!!)

Can you give us a sneak peek on your current WIP? “You did something. What the hell did you do?” Kirishima sounds pissed off. It would amuse Katsuki if he wasn’t fighting just to stay standing.

“Nothing he didn’t ask for,” Shinsou replies.

“K’ri… shima,” Katsuki croaks out. “‘S fine. Not him.”

His chest collapses back into the familiar dry heaving after that but Kirishima shuts up. He doesn’t apologize to Shinsou.

Kirishima’s a good friend, stubborn and loyal. He stands by Katsuki’s side like an attack dog, blocking him from the view of anyone ogling at his tears.

The last line you've written Ochako knows more than she'd realized. She knows enough to keep her guard up.

It’s not enough.

Open a wip. what’s the first line?

Katsuki wakes up feeling like absolute fucking shit.

INSIGHT

What's your favorite thing about writing? touched on this before but it's mainly just being able to write the things that i want to see and actually enjoy them!!! actually reread them!!!! i thought "wouldn't it be cool if bkg and kirishima owned a restaurant together" and then i wrote it and i like it enough to reread it!!!! being able to create content for myself makes me. so happy

How do you keep yourself inspired? this is gonna sound narcissistic maybe but honestly i'm just really excited about my ideas and where i'm gonna take them and the idea of "i'm gonna get to That scene" keeps me going through the entire thing. also my friends!!!! i'll talk to them about fics and their reactions keep me hyped up enough to finish!!!!

What is your favorite thing to write? just,, slice of life romance,,, stuff thats silly and makes people laugh!!

What do you think your strengths are in writing? i'm good with dialogue!! i do lil voice acting sessions with myself to make sure everything sounds natural and like it's coming from that character skhjnskj

i'm comfortable with my portrayal of love as well??? i spend a lot of time thinking about what it is exactly that i'm trying to get across and i think it turns out well!!

What are things you wish you could practice more? on one hand i wanna get better at writing angst on the other hand i dislike writing angst. do you see my issue

One way you've improved your writing since you began? characterization!! i think i've gotten better at writing characters that are all Different and bring different things to the table!!! i used to project a lot more and it would compromise the characterization because the character was like 70% me and 30% them? not to say that projection is bad but if you do it too much it just,, doesn't read like the character and from a reader's standpoint the narrative can become less compelling

One aspect of writing you're still working on? writing action!!! i. literally hate writing it but i write for a fandom about superheroes so. Unfortunately i gotta learn.

A piece of writing advice you've learned while writing saw this on another tumblr post but they said sometimes if you're struggling with a scene, the problem is five lines back. i've found that to be true!!!! sometimes u gotta delete a chunk and start a little ways back!! i did this with too busy being yours because i was stuck for Weeks and i deleted like 25% of what i had but it helped me actually finish it :D

A bit of writing advice you can't stand when people shit on show don't tell for being overrated lmao bc when u read their writing you can Tell

Something you wish you knew when you first started writing? ,,,,honestly i kind of wish i could know some of the stuff that i used to when i first started writing?? technically i'm better now but creatively i was must better when i wasn't stressing about whether anyone would like what i was writing. so i guess i wish i knew that i should keep that confidence? i kinda wish that i wasn't as insecure about other people's writing styles because i never used to be!!

Something you've learned in life that you apply in writing there's no point in feeling inferior?? writing one genre isn't better than the other. being in one fandom isn't better than being in another. the kind of language you use or the length of your paragraphs- none of that stuff like. matters. what matters is that you're having fun and happy with what you're creating!!!! enjoy other peoples writing but don't let it make you feel worse about yours :D

#AHH ive wanted to answer these for so long...... bro fr i was so happy when u sent these!!! like wow!! finally got sent one!!!#sorry for how long the responses are idk how to be concise #asks #anon #a(lore)a

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itsomgitsgreenblogging · 7 years ago

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Break My Heart: Chapter 13 (A Solangelo Fanfic)

LAST CHAPTER

I kind of can’t believe it. This fic was pretty much my singular project for 2017, and I put my heart and soul into it. Thank you so much to everyone who supported me in this endeavor, and look out for more projects in the PJO fandom (and possible a Nico POV companion fic).

Enjoy!

Read Completed on AO3

Read Completed On Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

Preview:

“It’s going to be alright. Who’s to say you haven’t already changed the future?” Cecil offered hopefully, giving Will’s shoulders a comforting squeeze.

“Maybe it’s like Achilles and the whole two fates thing. Maybe you’ve already chosen what path you’re going to go down,” Lou Ellen said as she went to grab tissues and give them to Will. Will gratefully received them and blew his nose.

“How did that end up for Achilles again?” Cecil asked worriedly.

“Uh, he died.”

“Oh. Great. Nothing to worry about then?” Cecil said, his voice raising to make the statement almost a question.

“I’m doomed,” Will said miserably, putting his face in his hands.

Will woke up to the sound of giggling.

This wasn’t entirely new to him, but the fact that it only got worse as he stirred was cause for alarm. At first he groggily swatted at his eyes, as if that would dispel the gigglers. However, that seemed to only make the giggles stronger. Will finally opened his eyes, and was face to face with Clovis laying in the next bed. Will yelped in surprise, fell off the bed, and realized there was something on his face and shirt.

Will glared and saw Harley, Heather from Iris Cabin, and Rudy from Hecate Cabin (three of the youngest campers still remaining at camp) burst into laughter as Alice and Julia from Hermes cabin looked on with appreciation. Nico was stifling his own laughter and Will walked over and got a good look at himself in the mirror. He understood the laughter. They had drawn whiskers on his face in eyeliner, someone had connected the dots on his cheek and dashed on blue glitter to form what looked like a Jackson Pollock painting. His shirt was lined with Dora the Explorer stickers.

“Haha very funny guys,” Will told them flatly before eyeing Nico who sat primly on his bed and spat out. “You said I should lie down and take a nap and you have let me be rudely awoken. Oath-breaker.”

“Get wrecked,” was Nico’s succinct reply.

“Oh come on Will, it’s funny,” Julia said with a giggle. “Just a harmless little prank.”

“Prank? Prank? How am I going to get this glitter off my—”

Will pulled down his shirt to emphasize the stickers, when he saw a blue flash on his fingers. He stared at them, at the very familiar blue nail polish that now adorned them. Will felt the blood drain out of his face in an instant.

“Oh no.”

“Oh no, oh no oh no oh no,” Will said as he desperately as he paced back and forth in Lou Ellen’s cabin. Hecate Cabin looked like the inside of what Will imagined a witch’s hut would. Herbs were hanging and drying, making the air fragrant. There was a work table laden with tools, the bunk beds looked as if they were twisting out of tree trunks. Books lined the walls, papers with hand written spells were stuffed into every available space. Unlike the latent skills of people like Will or Percy Jackson, Hecate demanded that her children work hard and study for great power. The harder they worked and practiced, the better the magic. Will appreciated that about the goddess. It was better than the genetic lottery.

“I thought you said you were okay with this!” Lou Ellen said, half-concerned and half-exasperated, moving a tiny bedside table with candles on it so Will wouldn’t knock into it during his pacing. Candle-making was one of Lou Ellen’s hobby, and Will would have been even more beside himself to wreck her projects.

“I totally lied, I’m not okay with this, I’m not okay at all,” Will said before holding up his hands. “Are you seeing this?”

“Yeah, it’s blue nail polish,” Lou Ellen told him evenly.

“Yeah, the nail polish from my dream! I had nail polish on in my dream! Which means my dream is going to happen soon, really really soon. And I’m really really not okay with that,” Will bemoaned as he sank down on an empty bunk. “And I thought everything was going so well. We kissed, and we were flirting, and we were having so much fun together and I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to break up with Nico.”

“Maybe you should take it off?” Lou Ellen offered.

“How long does nail polish last?” Will asked nervously.

“I don’t know? A week, maybe two depending on the brand.”

“Then I can’t take it off! This is the only thing telling me how much time I have left.”

At that moment Cecil burst into the room, his usual cheer was gone. He looked madder than a wet hen.

“I really gave it to Julia and Alice, Gods I can’t believe they did that. Pranks are all fun and good but it is against cabin policy to utilize other people’s powers to do them especially when they can’t consent. They actually moved Clovis out of his hammock! And of course, Conner isn’t going to tell them no,” Cecil said before looking at Will, his anger turning into alarm. “Will, are you crying?”

“Yes,” Will answered, rubbing away his frustrated tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“No Will, don’t cry,” Lou Ellen half-begged him as she cupped his cheeks. Cecil sat down next to him and slung his arm over Will’s shoulder. “It’s okay, we’re going to figure this out somehow.”

“It’s going to be alright. Who’s to say you haven’t already changed the future?” Cecil offered hopefully, giving Will’s shoulders a comforting squeeze.

“How did that end up for Achilles again?” Cecil asked worriedly.

“Uh, he died.”

“Oh. Great. Nothing to worry about then?” Cecil said, his voice raising to make the statement almost a question.

“I’m doomed,” Will said miserably, putting his face in his hands. “I’m doomed. I ran out of the infirmary—what if Nico thinks I’m mad at him? What if that’s why we break up? I need to go back and—”

“Will, breathe,” Lou Ellen demanded of him. The electric kettle clicked as it finished boiling, and she got up. She quickly placed a homemade bag of tea mix in a chipped mug, measured out honey and cream, before shoving it in Will’s hands. “Drink that, Hecate cabin’s signature calming tea mix. I’m going to mix up all sorts of spells. Cecil, I’m probably going to need you to get some things.”

“Okie dokie,” Cecil said, springing up and saluting her before turning to Will. “We’ll fix this somehow, Will. Don’t you give up hope, okay? Somehow we’ve made it through so much, and it was because you had our backs. It’s time that we had yours.”

“You guys…” Will half-choked. His heart was brimming—no overflowing with love for these two dorks. He felt the place where his power came from, where the sunlight that spilled from inside of him, respond to the sudden wave of emotion. He gave them both a tearful smile. “I love you guys. No matter what anyone may say, you guys are the best.”

“Don’t we know it?” Lou Ellen said, while Cecil just smiled back.

Will ended up leaving Lou Ellen’s cabin after the sun had dipped down past the horizon. Will was holding a jar of potpourri that Lou Ellen had made up for him. Will stopped on his way to his cabin, unable to help ducking into the pavilion. He looked to the offering table, the goblets and the flowers. Will placed the jar on the table and lit a candle.

“Are you there Dad? It’s me Will,” he opened up before laughing. “Yeah, yeah I know bad reference. But I guess that’s all I have right now. I just thought that maybe since this is sort of the end of the line I should probably talk…or pray to you or whatever.”

“I’m going out with Nico di Angelo now. I know you met him at some point, but he’s really amazing. And I’m not just saying that. He’s strong and he’s actually really kind but he doesn’t want anyone knowing it. And he’s considerate, and he’s a total dork. He’s a little creepy too but that’s part of the charm. It’s a son of Hades thing I’m pretty sure,” Will said with a laugh. “And I’ve been having fun every day since we started going out, like so much fun. Nico’s funny and he’s really awesome to just hang out with. Gods, he’s got a great sense of humor. And we—we just sort of get each other. It’s not like one of those things you have to work for, when you really just get a person. And I feel like, it’s starting to all become real. Like we can make something real out of this thing we have together as long as we are together. But I had this dream…Dad. A prophetic dream, one that told me that Nico was going to break up with me. And I don’t want it to be true, because I don’t want it all to end like that. Not when it’s all just beginning. Not when there’s like a whole relationship to have.”

Will took a deep breath, steadying himself against the table. When he felt like he had the strength, he straightened up.

“Dad, I know I’m probably one of the last people on the whole planet you actually care about. I know that. I’ve never asked you any favors, not in my entire sixteen years. I’ve never asked you for special treatment or anything. Maybe that’s been my problem, you only help those who help preen your feathers and I haven’t been willing to do it. Well you know what? I’m ready now. Hit me with your requests, but in return you have to give me the truth behind this dream. Behind this prophecy. What even is the point of it? Why would I get it? Maybe just talk to me? Tell me…something? Anything? I’m really open to anything at this point if I’m being real. So just lay it all on me, Dad. Hit me with your infinite godly wisdom or something, I actually have no idea how that all works but I’m really open to anything. So just…go ahead I guess?”

Will offered up jazz hands to the table. Nothing particularly magical happened, nor did Will feel any change to himself. After a few moments of waiting around for nothing, Will sighed and ran a hand through his curls.

“Alright. Radio silence. I guess we can’t all be important demigods who get gods to notice them all the time,” Will commented before wincing at how that came out. He hadn’t meant to sound as bitter as he did. “Well, I tried. But just know, I’m here if you ever change your mind.”

Will left the dining pavilion in much the same mood he had gotten there, with seemingly nothing accomplished besides having the sound of silence ringing in his ears.

That night Will didn’t get to sleep right away, which wasn’t normal for him. Will tended to start getting tired the moment the sun sunk underneath the horizon. But instead he tossed and turned on his cot for a while, trying to get comfortable and not being successful. Eventually at some point he must of drifted off out of sheer lateness and exhaustion, but when that was Will had no clue.

That night Will didn’t have any dreams about Nico. Instead Will had a dream about a falling star. A vivid and disconcerting dream that did little to give him restful sleep. In his dream Will was watching that falling star streak across a winter’s sky, a bright burst against the seam of night. Instead of the usual feelings of wonder that should have accompanied such a sight, Dream Will instead had an acute sense of dread as he watched it trail and disappear in the light of the city as if it had never been in the first place.

“Weird,” Kayla noted sitting next to him on the steps of Cabin Seven, she was bundled up and had been sipping hot chocolate from a mug with foxes on it, however she drew the mug away from her lips as she stared up as if the sky had just perplexed her with a bizarre question. Her hair was dyed green, but parts of her natural red roots were beginning to show.

“I have a bad feeling about that,” Austin mumbled as he buried his chin more firmly in his wool scarf and ducked further into his pea coat, rubbing his arms as if to protect himself from something more than just the cold. He had placed his own mug next to him and left it wafting steam into the winter air, and continued to look up and search for the star that had disappeared. “I don’t know if it’s an omen, but whatever it is I get the feeling it certainly isn’t good.”

“Same here,” Dream Will said, craning his neck up as he continued to look at that sky that somehow looked slightly dimmer without the radiance of that fallen star. He hoped it was nothing, but he knew that in the life of a demigod that was often too much to hope for. “Same here.”

“Are you mad at me?”

It was Nico’s question as they stood by the target practice. Will ogled at Nico, the suddenness of the question taking him really off guard. It was a sort of cloudy day, the kind of day that always made Will feel sluggish. The sky was grey and lift everything with a dreary tinge. Will was making the most of the UV that he could get, turning his face up often to the sky.

“Mad at you? Why?” Will asked, confused and concerned.

“Yesterday you sort of ran out of the infirmary,” Nico explained as he lined up his shot with the bow. He took the shot with confidence and ended up in the blue ring, which was a pretty decent shot if you asked Will. Nico looked dissatisfied, as he lowered his bow and looked towards Will. “I didn’t know that was going to upset you as much as it would. I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay, honestly,” Will lied. “I was just flustered is all. I wasn’t mad at you. If anything it was Alice and Julia, but they are always like that. And of course, Conner can’t be asked to reign them in.”

“Are you sure?” Nico said with a suspicious sideways glance, not looking convinced at all.

“Very sure, I promise.”

“Okay then,” Nico said with a sigh that sounded relieved, and that made Will’s heart twist in his chest.

“I’m sorry I worried you like that,” Will told him.

“Why? You don’t have to be worried about me, I’m fine,” Nico said as he strung another arrow in the bow. His posture was a little off and his stance was closed. Will reached to give Nico’s leg a tap to remind him to move his feet to balance better. Nico did so automatically, and gave another shot. He was still in the blue ring, but the shot had looked much better.

“You’re getting better at this,” Will commented.

“When you are getting tutored by children of Apollo you ought to hope you would be,” Nico scoffed as he rolled his shoulders. “I’ll keep to my sword though.”

“Sort of a shame, you give me a run for my money with the bow,” Will said as he lined up his shot. He took a steadying breath and let the arrow fly. It hit off center in the red, and Will cracked his neck as he appraised the shot. It wasn’t too bad considering his history with archery, though it was always annoying that he could never seem to get better considering he was a son of the god of archery himself.

Will’s thoughts were immediately broken by the feeling of Nico’s hands on his shoulders and pulling him backwards. Will staggered his feet, trying to stand and turn his head to look at Nico’s expression, which was very annoyed as he looked down at him.

“What are you doing?” Will squeaked. It was weird seeing Nico from this angle, not that Will really minded it one bit. Though Nico was handsome short, he would probably look equally handsome tall. Nico would probably look good any which way frankly.

“You’re tall and it’s annoying me for some reason today,” Nico told him bluntly.

“I’m really sorry?” Will offered nervously and Nico let him go, looking very dissatisfied with Will’s answer. Will stood back up, thankful to regain his bearing before looking to Nico apologetically. “I’m no good am I? I guess it would help you better to get tips from someone who’s around your height right? And not to mention someone who’s better at archery than I am.”

Nico didn’t answer immediately but instead caught his arm. Will turned to face him, and Nico grabbed his chin. Nico pulled him down firmly, looking him right in the eye without any hesitation. Will couldn’t help the shiver that ran up his spine.

“I don’t like it when you talk bad about yourself,” Nico told him pointedly, though from his tone it sounded more like an order.

“You talk bad about yourself sometimes,” Will reminded him somewhat weakly.

“If you dislike it as much as I dislike this then I won’t do it as much,” Nico told Will. Will leaned down and kissed Nico, catching Nico’s next words with his mouth.

Nico’s traced the length of Will’s neck with his fingers, the coolness of his touch sending goosebumps rippling across his skin. Will closed the distance in an instant. They kissed chastely, Will curling his arms around Nico’s waist to bring him as close as possible while Nico’s fingers combed through his hair. He tugged, and Will gasped. Kissing Nico was like nothing else, it was utterly thrilling. He wanted to be able to kiss him all the time, to have Nico’s kisses burn his skin and mark him—scar him so he would never forget the feeling of Nico’s affection even if Nico left him.

And then Will felt the tentative brush of Nico’s tongue against his own.

Oh my god, tongue, tongue, Will thought half-shocked, half-delighted. He was nearly giddy. He was making out with Nico, Nico was making out with him and they were kissing with tongue. Will couldn’t even believe it—

Will heard a noise, which on second thought was obviously his siblings coming back towards the shooting range from the bathrooms. Nico flinched and Will felt pain burst over his tongue as Nico bit down. Will yelped, slapped a hand over his mouth, and doubled over. There wasn’t any blood, thank goodness, but it was mostly the surprise of it that had Will reeling.

“Oh my Gods, Will, I’m so sorry!” Nico said as he knelt by Will.

“It’s okay…I’m okay,” Will promised him weakly.

“Holy crap, did you try to beat up our brother?” Kayla asked half-amused and half-worried as Kayla and Austin rushed to Will’s side. Will gave his siblings a watery, but amused look, while Nico spluttered and gasped.

“And he won,” Will said if only to tease Nico, removing his hand from his mouth after running his tongue over his teeth to assure that everything was in working order. Nico scoffed and rolled his eyes with a blush. “Nico always wins.”

“Shut up, dork,” Nico said with a sigh, offering his hand to help Will up. Will took it gratefully, squeezing his fingers to assure himself that he wouldn’t disappear.

“What in tarnation—?” Will demanded as he walked into his cabin the next day. He had been moderating a cabin dialogue between Hephaestus and Demeter cabins, to resolve an ongoing issue about scorching daisies. When he had left earlier, the cabin had been in the usual working order. But now he wasn’t even sure he was in the right place.

“Did you actually say ‘what in tarnation’ or did I just have a stroke?” Kayla asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Kayla! Austin!” Will said, walking into a fake cobweb and swatting it away from his face. “What is this?”

“Halloween decorations, duh?” Austin asked as he moved and a dancing skeleton began belting out the monster mash. “I don’t remember you being such a Scrooge, Will.”

“First off, Scrooge is Christmas. Secondly, I said moderate decorations, what about this is moderate?” Will asked as he nearly knocked over a witch into her cauldron, shaking some hay out of his boots. “Seriously, guys, are you just trying to screw with me? What have you done to my plants?”

Will gathered up Al (his aloe plant) and rubbed its pot. The plant itself was fine, but stuck in the dirt was minitombstones, and on the pot itself was shimmery spider-webs and ghosts. He gave his siblings a look before placing down his plant down next to its siblings among the black cats and mini-pumpkins. The windows were covered with Halloween window-stickers, and the bunks were all strung up with orange pumpkin lights.

“We just decorated them,” Austin told him with a huff.

“Seriously? Today of all days?” Will asked, relatively heated. Both Kayla and Austin flinched at Will’s tone, but Will didn’t necessarily care. “And you guys realize that Halloween is like, a Celtic thing right? Different pagan religion right? Do you want to get us struck down? How did you guys even manage all of this while I was gone?”

“We had a little help,” Kayla said slowly.

“Who?” Will asked suspiciously.

The cabin door swung open to reveal Paolo who smiled at them, he was carrying a box bursting with still more Halloween direction. Kayla fluttered her eyelashes, smiled, and waved at him. He said something in Portuguese, placed down the box and then left.

“No,” Will said pointing at Kayla, positively livid at this point. “No.”

“Oh come on Will, you can’t be the only one allowed to ogle at Paolo!” Kayla whined at him with a pout. “He’s basically a work of art!”

“No!” Will said, still pointing at Kayla, trying to feel for the door behind him.

“But Will—”

“No! You are not allowed to flirt with Paolo,” Will informed Kayla as he finally grabbed the door handle. “Now excuse me while I go introduce my foot to his ass!”

“No, Will, don’t embarrass me!”

“Consider it already done!” Will warned her, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

Will stomped forward, trying to figure out the logistics of giving a shovel talk to someone who didn’t speak the same language as him. In fact, the only English Paolo seemed to know was “Yes” and “No”, “Please and Thank You” and the title sequence of Law and Order SVU. He wasn’t sure that wild gesticulating would cut it, nor did he think that Paolo would get it. Was there different body language signs for things in different countries? Will was suddenly seized by the thought. Well, he had never left the USA so he didn’t know and he didn’t speak any language fluently besides English. Will could read ancient Greek but other than that he had nothing. He guessed there probably must have been, but there was some universal signs of disapproval that he could certainly use to intimidate Paolo. Though that was unlikely, considering that Will wasn’t particularly intimidating himself.

“Woah, Will, what’s going on?” Nyssa asked him as they ran across each other.

“Paolo is flirting with my sister, or my sister is flirting with Paolo. I don’t know either way, and still I’m distressed,” Will told her as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“Clearly,” Nyssa said as she observed him. “But can Paolo even flirt with Kayla? Paolo doesn’t speak English.”

“Does it matter? There is some sort of canoodling happening and I don’t like it.”

“Why? All the hot boys in the camp don’t belong to you, Will,” Nyssa cackled.

“Well they should,” Will said haughtily. “I don’t want to deal with this today. Really I don’t.”

“Is that Will Solace I hear, talking about boys?” asked Mitchell from Aphrodite cabin as he crossed across the green from where he and his cabin mates had finished playing a round of volley boy.

“Hold your horses, I am not commenting on any rumors in the Aphrodite Cabin rumor mill. No thank you,” Will said, holding up his arms like an x. “I’m pleading the fifth. I’m just trying to find Paolo so I can get him to stop bringing Halloween stuff to my dorm.”

“Do they even celebrate Halloween in Brazil?” asked Mitchell curiously, his big doe eyes on the both of them in curiosity. Will had always liked Mitchell, he could be sort of a pushover, but he was steady at heart and would do what was right. At the same time he would not like to be getting on Mitchell’s radar with the Nico situation still being hushed.

“Day of the Dead maybe,” Nyssa said with a shrug. “He’s probably getting into the spirit for his first American Halloween.”

“So Paolo isn’t just popping in to…you know, scope out the availability?” Mitchell asked, half-curious and half-egging Will on.

“What availability?” Will asked, knowing he shouldn’t.

“Yours!”

“Me? My sister was making googly eyes at him, not me—okay strike that, I have made googly eyes at him but only to check on his healing, he has a penchant for ending up in my infirmary,” Will told Mitchell with a sigh.

“He is pretty good looking,” Nyssa said with a shrug. “If di Angelo wasn’t so obvious, I would say Paolo would be a cute boy to date.”

“Wha—what?” Will spluttered out in shock, in spite of himself and the fact he was actually going out with Nico and very pleased about it, he blushed very obviously. This only seemed to spur Mitchell’s excitement on.

“I know right?” Mitchell squealed excitedly. “Will, Nico’s so into you. You have got to start going out, though he is kind of scary. But seriously Will, who? Is it a girl? A boy? Both? Who’s your—”

Interestingly enough, Mitchell’s words died on his lips and ended with a squeak. Will turned around, only to see Nico standing a bit off to the side. He was looking at Mitchell and Nyssa so intensely that it looked as if he was looking through their skin and bones.

“Hey Nico,” Will greeted as pleasantly as possible, despite the fact his own skin was crawling from Nico’s black, dark stare as it turned on him. Will swore he could see an eternity in that gaze, and it was an eternity spent somewhere unpleasant. Mitchell shrank back, obviously terrified. Nyssa held her breath.

“Come with me,” Nico said shortly, grabbing Will’s arm. It wasn’t a harsh grip, just adamant. Will gave Mitchell and Nyssa an apologetic look before allowing Nico to pull him away. Will let Nico pull him away, a bit, until they were at Nico’s cabin which was far enough away from the others that they had a modicum of privacy.

“Nico, talk to me,” Will said as he touched Nico’s hand on his arm. “It’s okay. I’m sure if we go back, they’d apologize to you.”

“They were talking about you,” Nico said tersely, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t like how they were talking about you.”

“About me?” Will asked, confused. “You mean, about who I like? Nico, I like you. I don’t like anyone else.”

“I know that,” Nico said harshly, his breath coming out almost like a growl. “I know.”

“Then what’s wrong?” Will continued to probe, seeing turmoil cracking from under Nico’s expression.

“It felt like they were spreading rumors about you.”

“About me? I’m not really a hot topic here at CHB,” Will said, blinking rapidly.

“Are you kidding me?” Nico asked with a raised eyebrow. “Really? What kind of mirror are you looking in?”

Will rocked back on his heels. He was mostly taken aback by the implication of what Nico was saying. Talking as if Will was the hot one in this relationship, which, obviously Nico was but…

“I can tell from your face that you don’t believe me,” Nico surmised surprisingly quick.

“It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. I only care about your feelings right now. What are you feeling?” Will asked him, honestly having no clue on what to feel. Nico’s jaw worked as he closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, the crawly-cold-pressure was gone. His eyes were once again reflective.

“I feel like I’m…ugh this is going to sound so stupid,” Nico said as he scrubbed at his face. “There was this time I was playing…Mythomagic with Frank.”

“You play Mythomagic?” Will asked, surprised.

“I mean…yes,” Nico said after a painfully uncomfortable pause. He rubbed his hands together, but as far as Will could tell it was more to comfort himself instead of from the cold. “Well…anyways. We were playing and doing the standard attack-defense kind of play. You know—or I don’t know—uh, he had an Athena—3000 attack, plus 100 knowledge on the field, and he had activated a Golden Fleece—which lets you retrieve three cards from the graveyard and adds 200+ health. Anyways, I had played Aphrodite which though she only have 1000 attack can use “charm” so it lets you turn over all the cards in your opponent’s hand. So I saw Frank’s hand, and he had a really good one. He had a Pegasus equip and a Hercules and even a Cerberus. Then of course he had a dryad which is like, 50 attack 50 defense and a nature bonus. And I thought I had his moves figured out. With his hand I would equip the Athena with Pegasus, put Cerberus on defense, and then attack me. But…instead of doing what I expected he played the dryad in offense for some reason. It was so weird and I just couldn’t figure out why he did that and even though the game continued on past that it was the only thing I could think of. I could not understand why or how or for what purpose.”

“And is that how you feel about me?” Will offered, searching Nico’s face for the answer.

“No, that’s how I feel about me and my feelings. I’m just all over the place right now,” Nico said with a sigh before turning to the door of his cabin. “I just…I’ll talk to you later. I just need to think about everything for a bit.”

Nico turned and entered into his cabin without another word. Will gathered himself up as much as possible and left Cabin 13 in favor of his own. But seeing it was a Haunted Horror Night, Will just gathered up his blanket and went out to find some peace and quiet as far away from the docks as possible. The dryads gave him a look as he entered the strawberry fields, but among the rows he found a spot and lay himself down for a nap. He must have fallen asleep at some point, because when he was stirred he found his siblings laying on his oversized blanket with him.

“Hey, you okay?” Kayla asked him and Will looked over at where she was laying, head turned away from Will green-red hair splayed on the blanket. It was sort of bizarre though it was autumn elsewhere, the camp’s magic was particularly strong over the strawberry fields where the sun felt strong and hot and syrupy against his skin.

“I’m alright. I had words with Nico. I think he might be mad, or upset. He couldn’t really explain it, but he isn’t mad at me. So, I guess that’s something,” Will said as he lifting his hand to gaze at his blue painted nails. He let his hand fall limp at his side.

“You guys are your drama,” Austin muttered from where he was curled up on his side, close to Will but not quite touching.

“We’ll get through it, I just have to believe in that,” Will told him.

“Lee totally would’ve said something like that,” Kayla grumbled.

“Michael would have grumbled about it,” Austin told her, a smile in his voice, but his shoulders were slumped sadly. “I miss them.”

“Me too,” Will told them.

“Can you believe it’s been years? It feels…it feels like just yesterday. It pisses me off,” Kayla told both of them her voice quiet. “I want to punch both of them. And then hug them. Really hard.”

“Hug? Or punch?” Will asked, and both Kayla and Austin laughed.

Their laughter trailed off into quiet. There was only the sound of birds, the wind through the strawberry bushes, the distant buzz of insects to accompany them. Will didn’t think that there was a good answer to any of this. But huddled together on their blanket, just for a moment Will felt as if they were the only ones in the world, floating together down a stream with no direction. Will figured that sometimes wallowing in that pool was the best solution they could come up with.

“Sorry about the cabin,” Austin finally said.

“I’m not really mad about it. Lee and Michael would want us to be doing fun stuff like that, as often as possible,” Will promised him. “They’d certainly cackle to see my feathers rustled. No harm no foul. I love you guys, even when you drive me crazy.”

“Yeah,” Kayla said, with a small sniff. “Yeah. If he breaks up with you, that’ll be his loss. Because you’re the best.”

“Nah, you guys are the best,” Will told them, closing his eyes and smiling.

“Will, could you come? Quickly?” Harley asked nervously. He looked pale and panicked, and though Will never liked seeing anyone in distress, but especially little kids. Will pulled away from the desk and stood up.

“Is something wrong?” Will asked as he gathered up his emergency kit began jogging with him.

They were on the edge of the lake with some other campers. Alice was crying, holding her hand which had been pierced with a fishing hook. Over on the side a naiad was laying down with her leg raised and her foot bent in a strange direction while her sisters all hissed at the campers from a safe distance away.

Will quickly dealt with the fish hook, sending only a glimmer of his power in and wrapped Alice’s hand while giving her a lecture about respecting the mythical creatures of CHB. He also dealt with the naiad, who he apologized profusely to for the trouble, and hoped that she and her sisters wouldn’t feel privy to drowning any campers that he would need to revive.

Exhausted, Will sat back on the dock like he had down a million times before. The autumn breeze crisp and clean as it flitted from the lake carrying with it the scent mist and strawberry. The sky was almost blindingly bright and blue, while the trees were just tinged with just a blush of color. Will blinked, and blinked once again as a particular fluffy cloud had him searching for answers. It all looked familiar. Very, very familiar. Déjà vu creeped across his skin, raising his hair.

“Hey, can I sit?”

Will turned his head, seeing Nico. He was wearing his leather jacket, looking healthy and whole, and yet slightly worried.

“Yeah, of course,” Will said, patting the dock next to him. He wanted to say no. To say he couldn’t, to run away, but he wanted to meet this head on. For both their sakes. They sat together for a while, not saying anything. Will reached out, touching Nico’s hand with his. Nico looked up, surprised, before turning his hand over so that their fingers curled together.

“Will…I…”

“Am I…is this…alright?” Will asked nervously, the words just coming out. He felt like his face was burning, like he was about to throw up.

“Hey Will?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t think we should do this anymore,” Nico said, looking at him, looking through him. But Will noticed that he didn’t pull away from Will’s touch.

“Do what?” Will asked him, feeling like he was choking.

“This ducking around corners thing…I…” Nico said, seemingly struggling with how to explain he feelings, before meeting Will’s eyes. “I want to come out, I want to come out as your boyfriend. I’m not ashamed of you, and I don’t want you to feel like I am.”

Will wasn’t sure what Nico was expecting of him, but when Will reached out to cup Nico’s face he nearly flinched. Will looked at Nico in wonder, admiring him, unsure of how they had gotten to this point but half sure that this was a dream. Nico melted into Will’s touch, allowing him to press a kiss to the top of his head and pull him into a hug.

“I know you aren’t,” Will said as he hugged Nico tightly. “I never felt that way. I like you and I’m with you, no matter what.”

“I like you too, Will,” Nico said, muffled against Will’s flannel, his arms holding Will tight.

“Can we just stay like this maybe,” Will said with a content sigh. “You are a perfectly huggable size.”

“Wait—what—” Nico demanded with an insulted squawk. He tried yank Will away, but Will was so entangled with him, that they both ended up crashing into the cold water. Nico spat water at him, and growled swears at Will as he lifted Nico up and dunked him once more, but Will couldn’t have minded less.

“You guys are so dumb,” Lou Ellen told them as they ended up in the infirmary later on, both with a wicked cold. Cecil was heating up soup while his siblings ran around and tried to deal with some wounded campers, Ellis was recuperating along with Nyssa from a nasty fight in the training arena as Billie Ng fretted over her, Chiron was reading the paper over by the desk.

“This would be my boyfriend’s fault, not mine,” Nico said, grumpy, ruffled, and looking out from the pile of blankets he had buried himself under.

“Losers,” Ellis grumbled under his breath, but looked somewhat pleased. Nyssa smiled and Billie jabbed her under the ribs. His siblings looked at each other and slapped high fives.

“This I can’t argue,” Will said with a wide grin.

Chiron just hummed, turned the page, and smiled.

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fanfictionlive · 5 years ago

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Too many long fic ideas! What do I do

Basically, I have 3 long fic ideas and I like them equally because they’re all really cool. I don’t know what to do because I‘be already started one, but the ideas for the other two keep mashing into my brain, and no I can’t make the other ideas subplots for the fic I’ve already started. These are all for the Percy Jackson series because I reread those books recently and now I’m stuck being PJO trash again.

The fic ideas:

Fic one is a rewrite of the fic where Percy gets to redo his whole life as a halfblood except I changed so much now it’s very different from the original fic. The author of the original fic dropped it saying that their life was to busy and that they don’t mind if someone continues or rewrites the fic. I didn’t like how Percy was champion of literally every god so I decided to give him three boons and I still feel like he’s op but eh whatever. I also decided that every time someone dies that he’s supposed to save time repeats again up to the last Sunday. I’ve written 27k words into it so far so it’s still pretty early considering it’s probably going to be a couple hundred thousand words. I really like this idea. I have a mini outline of the first quest.

Fic two is based off of the fic where Sally gets murdered by Zeus so Percy is raised by Amphrite and Poseidon. I like the idea of Percy being the cause of Jeanne in this because in to the original fic he reverses a current at eight. This fic has uploaded in a year and I would jump to the TLT rewrite because I find that idea more interesting. Of course, I’d ask for permission from the original fic author to see if they want me to do this or not. The original fic only got to Percy being 8 and I would probably have Sally getting murdered prologue then jump to Percy being 12.

Fic three is what if Percy was Greek god? What if he was the son of Thetis and Poseodon? Basically, Zeus is mad at Percy because he being the god of heroes interferes with quests too much. If he likes demigods then why doesn’t he be one, so Percy gets Apolloed. Except way worse he is forced grow up as a regular demigod so you know starts off as a baby with the knowledge of how the whole universe. Zeus gives Percy one week to dread until he is forced to fall. Zeus says Percy’s master will be Annabeth so he will have to obey anything she says. Which Percy is like what she was born two months ago? Percy writes letters to every kid he has + Annabeth because he can sense who will be the next great heroes. He gives Annabeth his blessing which I’m still working out what it will do I know it will be a tattoo of Riptide placed on the right wrist. He advices Frederick on how to raise Annabeth which Frederick completely fails because of working too much. I guess I should probably say what Percy’s domains are Natural disaster, loyalty, swordsmanship, and heroes. I’ve also thought about there being a two demigod children that are the child of Percy and Athena and since Athena’s children are born from thought the kids would 25% Athena, 25%Percy, and 50% mortal. This is if course just an idea. Idk if I like the idea too much. I know cabin 11 will have two demigod children of Percy. Apollo mentions that originally he always bled ichor even while mortal so Percy will bleed ichor. I’ve though of giving Percy his own cabin because he’s the god of heroes but no.

Yeah, three very very long fic ideas so what do I do? Do I do all of them and juggle three long fics? Do I choose to do just two and scrap one? Do I tackle them one at a time? Do I only do one and scrap the others? I just don’t know what to do! I just don’t know what to write all of them could be so fun and interesting to explore. I could do complete outlines for all three and see which outline make me jump for joy?

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bisexualqueenreyna · 8 years ago

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honestly, can you really expect me, who was raised in nonsense pjo fics, writing one of my first voltron fics with no silliness? if course not. Which is why I give you this weirdo fic in which Lance is turned into a kid. With the right amount of Langst ( tm ) of course

Title: your worth

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11033379

Couple: Hunk/Lance, Allura/Shiro

WC: 7075

“What do you mean you can’t find Lance anywhere?” Almost shouted Hunk, looking between Allura and Coran like he was expecting Lance to jump out from behind them. It didn’t happen.

Allura held up her arms. “Me and Pidge have been trying, but it’s like something is blocking off the Blue Lion’s signal and that Lance is not wearing his suit. The signal connects to the suit, but there is no response.”

Keith crossed his arms over his chest. “Well, can’t you use the signal to track the uniform down or something?”

Pidge shook her head. “It seems like I can’t access at all, I’ve been trying. And the lion…” She paused and glanced at Allura and Coran. “The lion is like actively trying to stop us from finding it.”

The reaction was immediate.

“Why on Earth would it do that?”

“Maybe the Galra have him and Lance is trying to protect us?”

“Can the lion even do that? Isn’t that like, impossible?”

“It is possible.” Everyone turned to look at Allura, who was frowning at herself. She looked up at the rest of the paladins. “In case of extreme danger, the Lion is able of cutting itself off from everyone and everything. But this requires years and years of trust between the Lion and its paladin, and the lion must me absolutely convinced that the paladin might be in danger with anyone else.”

Shiro gave her a long look. “Are you saying that the Blue Lion thinks that Lance is in danger with us? That we are a danger for Lance?”

Coran hummed. “Not necessarily a danger. It could also simply mean that the Lion doesn’t trust us.”

Hunk seemed at loss for words. “Why wouldn’t the Blue Lion just contact the rest of the lions? We are Voltron!” he stressed, looking at the rest of the paladins.

Pidge shrugged. “According to Allura it’s almost impossible that Lance and his lion have already formed such a strong relationship with each other-”

“Not impossible.” Coran said, twirling his moustache in thought. “I’ve seen Lance spending more time than anyone else on this ship with his lion. Sometimes I even see him with Blue in the middle of the night.” He explained.

The yellow paladin chewed his bottom lip before shaking his head. “It doesn’t matter! We have to find Lance, there must be something we haven’t done yet that could help us.”

“No need. He’s coming.” Said Keith, not bothering to look at the rest of the team.

The other boy snapped. “We all know you’re a super emo and that you don’t give a shit about Lance or feelings, but Lance is a part of us! So please do shut you quiznack mouth and-”

“What I mean,” said Keith, looking at the angry Hunk with a confused stare, “is that the Blue Lion is coming.” He said, pointing straight ahead of the ship. True to his words, the Blue Lion was approaching the castle ship really quickly, but still was not on the castle’s radar.

Allura glanced at the others. “Guess there is only one way to find out what happened.” She decided. Then they ran off to the hangar.

The blue lion was already there when they made it to the hangar. But instead of opening his jaws and letting Lance out, the huge robot roared the moment he saw the rest of the team, effectively stopping them in their tracks.

“That did not seem friendly. Am I the only one who thinks that did not seem friendly?” asked Hunk, staring worriedly at the creature. No one said anything, but Keith had a hand on his blade, ready to use if necessary.

Allura frowned. “The lion… he’s telling everyone to back off.” She said, surprised.

The black paladin frowned. “What? Why …? And how do you know… actually, this is not the time.” He turned to face the Blue Lion, who was almost scowling at them, if robot lions could scowl, that’s it. “We are paladins of Voltron! We are here to help-”

He interrupted himself, as a hologram came out of the Lion. It slowly formed itself into a hand, before flipping them all off. The princess blistered at that. “How dare you!” she screeched, getting ready to attack the robot, like it wasn’t 10 times her height and could sprout lasers from its jaw and eyes.

The Lion growled menacingly, getting ready to jump, but Coran stopped the princess before she could get too close. “You are no use for us if you get destroyed by Lance’s lion.” He turned to the Lion. “What happened to Lance? Is he inside? Is he okay?”

The Lion huffed, locking eyes with Coran for a moment. Then he rumbled in its chest. Allura frowned. “The lion only wants Coran to go inside.” She explained them all.

“Is it safe? He seemed pretty hostile up until now.” Mused Pidge, looking at the animal from the corner of her eyes.

The red haired man shook his head. “It’s the only way to find out what happened to Lance.” He told them, and started moving towards the animal.

The huge lion immediately opened his jaws when he saw Coran approaching. The redhead man climbed on top and disappeared inside the robot, while the paladins of Voltron stayed exactly where they were, waiting for the man to say something. Or Lance to appear. Whichever happened first.

They didn't have to wait long.

“Oh, Holy quiznack! Is this you Lance?”

Allura and the rest of the team were waiting for Coran to say something else, but the man seemed to be speechless. After what seemed like years he finally came out of the lion, now rending the paladins speechless. Because what he was holding in his arms…. Was a baby.

Pidge was the first to ask what everyone was thinking. “ What on Earth is that?”.

Allura then gasped, blinking at the baby in Coran’s hands. “According to the Lion… that’s Lance.” The baby, who was somewhere around 2 and three years old, looked up at the name. And yes, the dark skin, dark eyes… everything reminded them of the Blue Paladin, except that he was, you know, shrunk. When he saw everyone looking at him, Lance let out a tiny squeal and then his face in the older man’s chest.

Coran cooed, much to everyone else’s dismay. Then he blushed, and cleared his throat, giving everyone a hard look. “It looks like we’ve got a problem.”

Lance was sitting on one of the desks in the observation room, a thumb in his mouth s he swung his legs up and down, humming to himself. He hadn’t really said anything to anyone since arriving, and Allura and the others didn’t quite know what to do with him.

How much did he remember? Did the Garla do this? Did someone else? And why?

While Coran prepared the machinery to see if there was anything else wrong with him, the rest of the team was staring at Lance from a corner of the room, talking to each other in hushed tones.

"How on Earth did that happen?" wondered Pidge, watching the small Lance playing around on the table.

Keith shrugged. " I don't know, but it creeps me the fuck out." He turned to Allura." Did we get anything out of the blue lion?"

The girl shook her head. "Nothing other than the fact that it knows a surprising amount of curse words."

"Do we even know that he's not dangerous? I mean, he could be spying on us. Which explains why the Blue Lion was so mad, maybe?"

Hunk shook his head. "The garla are bad and ugly and evil. Look at baby Lance! He's adorable!"

While they were arguing witch each other, Coran was finishing up with what he needed for the machinery. He held up two small sticky things, like the one's they used in ECG scans as he smiled at him. "Right Lance. This is not going to hurt but we're going to make a few tests to make sure we know what happened to you. Is that alright?"

The little boy scrunched his nose, then pointed directly at Shiro "Space Dad." he said.

Shiro stared at him, bewildered for a moment, before pointing at himself. "What did you just call me?"

Lance smiled and clapped. "Space Dad! I want space dad!" he repeated, looking very proud of himself.

The black paladin turned to Keith and the other. “Did he just say space dad?”

Before anyone could reply, Lance sniffed loudly. “Space… dad?” he asked, his lower lip trembling.

“Just go, before he starts crying!” almost shouted Pidge, pushing the older boy to where Lance was sitting.

The toddler smiled, showing two small dimples and reached out to hold Shiro’s hand. The paladin’s eye twitched, but he forced himself to smile, and squeezed Lance’s hand right back.

Lance’s smile was so warm, that for a moment Shiro forgot how messed up the entire situation was.

“Unca Coco make test.” Explained to him Lance. “But Lance not sca’d, Lance got space daddy and space daddy stong and beat bad people for Lance!”

Hunk cooed even louder from where he stood at a safe distance from them, while the rest just looked positively freaked. It was adorable, yes, but this was Lance. There was something so so wrong about the entire situation.

Since Shiro did not seem inclined to make any conversation, Coran tried to distract the little boy. “If I’m Uncle Coco and Shiro is space daddy, who’s space mummy?” he asked him, starting the scans.

Lance pointed at Allura. “Space mommy is a pincess, and space daddy loooooves pincess much and they ma’ied.” Shiro let out something between a yelp and a dying pterodactyl sound, while Allura turned brittle red. Lance continued. “The Fish, and Hunkie Pie and Kith.”

“Are they all your brothers and sisters?” asked him Coran, trying not to laugh at everyone’s faces.

Lance shook his head. “No! Space mommy and space daddy are ma’ied, and Fish is baby. Kith is baby too. Unca Coco is unca.” He explained, looking exasperated by the older man. It was hysterical.

Hunk pointed at himself. “What about me? Am I your favourite brother?”

Lance shook his head even more vehemently than before. “Hunkie Pie my hubband!” Hunk’s eye twitched. Lance smiled. “My hubband and I looove Hunkie Pie. But Hunkie Pie don love Lance no mo becse space.” He looked down at his legs, and let go of Shiro. “Space daddy and space mommy ony love Kith and Fish and Hunkie Pie. Lance is sad.”

The little boy sniffed, and everyone looked at him in sudden concern. “Only meow meow love Lance.” Lance looked up at Shiro, eyes filling with tears. “I want my mommy!” he cried out, as fat tears started rolling down his cheeks.

“Allura do something!” called Keith, while everyone else just stared at the wailing toddler.

“Why me? Shiro is there!” she pointed out, taking two steps back.

“You are space mommy, right? Do the mommy thing and save our eardrums!” he pleaded.

The girl glared at him, before wincing when Lance started crying even louder. “There is no heteromativity in space!”

Then Shiro picked him up, and settle him down on his lap. “Ehi, ehi, it’s okay. There is no need to cry. Why are you crying Lance?” he asked him softly, soothingly caressing his hair. “Space- ahem, space daddy is here. And he loves you very very much.” He kept talking sweet nonsense, but it worked, as Lance stopped crying and just sniffed a bit, holding tight on the older paladin.

Pidge elbowed Keith. “I think Allura’s ovaries just exploded.” she whispered.

Keith just stared back at her, trying to figure out how could ovaries explode without leaving trace or making any noise, and how did Pidge even figure it out.

“So? You found anything?” asked Shiro, once everyone was sat at the dining table with a plate of space goo- ahem, Coran’s amazing cuisine.

Lance was staring at the food with a disgusted look from where he was sat between Pidge and Hunk and right across from Keith, while Coran, Shiro and Allura were speaking.

The tech shook his head. “There is nothing physically wrong with him. No malfunction, no signs of garla teach, nothing. He’s just plain old Lance, except-”

“He’s smaller.” Concluded Allura with a sigh. She turned around to say something, just to catch Lance flip an entire spoonful straight at Keith’s face. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, LANCE!?”

The boy startled, before glaring at her. “Kith is mean and this is nasty!” he shouted back. “I don’t wike this!”

“Well, there is NOTHING ELSE, SO MAYBE EAT IT?” Fired back the princess.

“Calm down maybe?” muttered Shiro, but Lance was louder. “I HATE YOU!”

“I AM YOUR MOTHER, SO YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU LITTLE QUIZNACK!”

“Language!” called Shiro, helplessly.

Lance scrunched up his face and then threw the plate straight at Allura’s face. “NO!” he screamed back, blowing a raspberry and running out of the room.

Pidge was holding her stomach as she laughed on the floor, while Keith was glaring at where Lance had disappeared. “Can we kill it yet?”

“No, Keith! Lance is our friend, and your new baby brother and- holy shit, we just let a 3 years old baby run around the castle by himself.”

Everyone looked at each other for one second, before they started running towards where Lance had disappeared.

“Lance? Lance!”

“Lance, come back! We’re going to get you something better to eat!”

“Lance? I forgive you for insulting my food, come back!”

“Come out, come out you little sh- I was going to say adorable tiny baby, stop looking at me, Shiro.”

“Lance Charles McClain, I swear if you don’t show your face right now… I am going to cry!”

“Stop, everyone.” Said Shiro, looking at them. “Let’s think it rationally. If you were Lance, and were trying to hide from everyone else, where would you go?”

“The Swimming pool!” called Pidge and Hunk at the same time, high fiving each other.

The girl smiled at their surprised expression. “Me, Hunk and Lance are the Garrison trio. Do not forget that.” Her smile wavered for a moment. “Although it seems like I’ve forgotten it, lately.”

Hunk squeezed her shoulder, before everyone quickly made their way towards the swimming pool.

They found Lance at the edge of the pool, his clothes drenched and crying near the pool. When he saw them, he ran to Allura and jumped in her arms. “I am sowry!” he cried, as the woman held him in her arms.

Allura gave Keith and Shiro a look. Why and how is he so adorable? She mouthed, patting him in the head. “It’s all right. Now we’re going to get you in a shower while me and Hunk make you something to eat. But no more messing around. Understood, Lance?”

He grinned at her. “Yes mam!”

“MORE BUBBLES!” ordered Lance, playing with in the bath while Keith tried and failed to wash his hair.

The red paladin was getting more frustrated the more Lance refused to stay still. “That’s enough bubbles. You could get hurt if there are too many bubbles.”

Lance glared. “No! MORE bubbles!”

“Did you even hear that story about a baby called Kance? Well there was this baby called Kance that always made his brother Leith ran a bath for him, and always complained about wanting more bubbles. So Leith got very mad and put all the fucking bubbles in Kance’s bath. Kance fell in the bath and died. The end. You don’t want to end up like Kance now, do you?”

Lance stared at Keith for a couple of seconds. Then… “SPACE DAD! SPACE MOM! KITH HURT ME!”

“WHAT?!” The red paladin looked at him in horror. “I DID NOT SUCH THINGS, DO NOT LISTEN TO HIM!”

Shiro, who had appeared out of thin air the moment Lance had started screaming frowned at them. “What’s going on?”

Lance pointed at Keith. “He sad a bad word! And then he sad he goin to killll me!”

Shiro glared at Keith. “Keith! Come on dude!”

“He keeps asking about the fucking bubbles!”

“Language!”

Lance held up his hands and let Shiro take him out of the bath, sticking out his tongue at the red paladin the moment his back was turned. In return, Keith flipped him off, but of course Shiro turned around in time to see that. “Keith, instead of trying your best to annoy Lance, how about you go help Pidge or something.”

Keith could only stare after him in betrayal, while Lance smirked and held tighter on Shiro.

When Shiro finally appeared in the main hall, the rest of the Voltron team was already assembled there. Hunk was sitting on one of the bigger chairs with Pidge, sharing a plate of what looked like popcorn, while Keith was leaning on the wall, arms crossed around his chest.

Allura and Coran to decipher something on the main screen, but stopped when the black paladin entered the room. Shiro sighed. “He seems all right. He fell asleep after making me sing soft kitty, and he seemed just fine, but… Have you guys found anything that might help us turn him back?”

The princess blushed for a moment when Shiro looked up at her, then shrugged. “Blue still refuses to say anything that isn’t extremely rude. Whatever happened to Lance, it affected the Lion so deeply that he doesn’t like us anymore.”

Coran bit his lower lip, thinking. “We could try asking Lance some questions.” He proposed.

Hunk arched an eyebrow. “In case you haven’t noticed, although Lance hasn’t lost the ability to speak, he lost the ability to make any sense.” He told him.

“Has he?” asked Coran. “Cause he made a lot of sense to me when he started crying and said that no one loved him. Even when he was talking about Shiro loving everyone but him.”

“That is not true! I love all of my paladins: Keith, Hunk, Pidge-” he started listing off.

“And, ‘looking at smudged piece of paper, Kance’?” asked him Pidge, typing on her laptop.

Keith stared at her confused, while Shiro glared. “I was going to say Lance Charles McClain.” He told her, glaring.

“What I was saying, before I was oh so rudely interrupted,” said Coran, “is that perhaps Lance thinks that we do not love him as much as we say we do.” He finished.

Keith tilted his head to the side. “I'm confused said.”

“No one is surprised by that.” Said Pidge, rolling her eyes.

“Wow, now that Lance is out of commission, you really are campaigning for bitch of the year.” Spat the red paladin, glaring.

The girl arched an eyebrow. “As a defending champion, are you threatened?” she asked, as sweetly as a snake.

“How about we just go to sleep for now and figure it out tomorrow? Because, personally, I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Lance is now a 3 years old baby and somehow I became his space dad.” Shiro said, running a hand through his hair.

Pidge grinned. “Ah, yes, and Allura became your wife aka spaceman!”

Both of them blushed at her words, while Pidge and the rest of the paladins bursted out laughing.

“Good night everyone!”

“Goodnight!”

“Goodnight.”

At least the day was over, thought Shiro, as he closed his eyes and laid down on the bed. The sweet release of deat- ahem, sleep.

It wasn't even an hour before the black paladin was awakened by the sound of a crying child. Of course Lance would wake up in the middle of the night. He was a toddler. That’s what toddlers did.

He groaned loudly, pushing himself off the bed and making his was to Lance’s bedroom. When he finally entered the bedroom, he found the boy on the floor crying and Allura sitting next to him, trying to calm him down. “What happened?” he asked, settling down on the other side of the boy.

Allura shrugged helplessly. “I think he had a nightmare and fell off the bed and now I can’t get him to fall asleep again because every time I try to leave the room he starts crying.” She explained, looking tired and exasperated at the same time.

Shiro could relate. “Then just stay here with him. He's going to end up waking up the entire ship.” He pointed out. “I’ll stay too.” He promised, before turning his attention to Lance. He put an arm around the boy’s neck and pushed him closer to himself. “What is it that you want, Lance?” He asked the boy, while Allura gently caressed him on the back.

“I want Mummy and Daddy.” sobbed the boy, now holding on to both of them.

Shiro was way too tired for the entire thing, so he picked up Lance and put him back on the bed before tugging Allura to lay down on one side of the boy while he laid on the other, effectively sandwiching him between them.

He was so tired he fell asleep immediately, Lance’s breathing evening up as he fell asleep too.

When Lance woke up in the morning both Shiro and Allura were still asleep. He managed to extricate himself from the double hug they were trying to suffocate him with, quietly climbed over Allura and made his way towards the kitchen as soundlessly as possible.

There he found Pidge, whistling to herself as she tried to make something edible out of Coran’s useless ingredients. The girl did not even startle when she noticed the younger boy, and smiled down at him.

“You want something to eat?” she asked me him.

Lance closed his eyes in concentration and then lit up. “I want pancakes!” He decided.

Pidge snorted at this. “Don't all of us?” she sighed, looking at the food in her bowl with distaste. “Unfortunately, we don’t have it here.” She pointed out, but Lance was still smiling with an almost mischievous light in his eyes.

“Earth space small!” Simply said the other boy.

This time Pidge understood exactly what he was saying. She put down the rest of the food, and grabbed Lance’s hand. “Let’s freaking go, then.”

“What do you mean Lance is gone?” Asked Coran, looking horrified between Allura and Shiro.

Allura sighed. “I mean that Lance woke up in the middle of the night crying and me and Shiro went in his bedroom to calm him down-”

“Yeah, riiight.” Muttered Hunk to a confused Keith.

Allura glared and continued. “… and we did and he fell asleep. But because we were so exhausted we didn't notice him when he woke up this morning. My guess is that he's somewhere with Pidge.” She explained.

Hunk shrugged. “Pidge said that she was going to make breakfast this morning and she never came back. I was hungry so I went to look for her and I couldn't find her anywhere.”

“Where could they possibly be?” Wondered Coran.

Shiro thought about it, then turned to Hunk. “Okay, a third of the Garrisson trio is here. Hunk, imagine you were with them, and a baby Lance walks up to Pidge and demands a particular food. What would-”

“Go with Pidge to the Earth shopping mall and buy something for them.” He said, without thinking. “Oh, fuck.”

And it turned out Hunk was right when, 30 minutes later, Pidge and Lance came back, the green paladin with a sugar cane in her hand, while Lance was beatifically licking a chocolate ice-cream. Pidge pretended to be remorseful as Allura, Coran and Shiro reproached her for her behaviour, but she was definitely grinning when they turned around.

Lance was too busy eating his ice cream to notice her and Pidge bit her lip, wondering what that strange ache in her heart was.

Allura looked at the bowl of what Pidge had informed her were Earth’s cereals with a high key unimpressed expression. What was so interesting about hard things put in a bowl then drenched with milk until they turned soggy?

She found Lance sitting in his bedroom, where Shiro had promptly passed out on the bed. She snorted at the sight of the exhausted paladin, before smiling down at Lance. “Morning, Lance! I got you some cereals!” She called, watching fondly as the boy left paper and crayons on the floor and ran towards her. What? Yes, baby Lance kept making her feel like a mother to be and full of sunshine and fuzzy feelings, sue her.

While Lance devoured his breakfast, Allura chose to look around the room. She kind of felt bad for not having been there before, but in her defence, being there would have meant suffer through hours of Lance’s awful flirting.

Although, now that she thought about it, she couldn’t even remember the last time Lance had actually hit on her. She had been too busy trying to tell herself that Garla Keith= bad Keith without even giving him a chance, that she hadn’t noticed Lance.

A strange box coming from under Lances bed caught her attention, and she took it in her arms, wondering what it was. It was heavier than it looked and she frowned to herself, before opening it up. Her mouth fell open. Dozens and dozens of make up pieces were filling the small container, from face creams to eye and nail products, to perfumes and simpler brushes and blenders. It was beautiful.

The most beautiful thing she had seen in years, which, counting that she had been asleep for 10000 years and been fighting garlas for the few months she was awake, wasn’t much. But still.

“Where the quiznack did you get this?” She asked, cradling an Olkari conditioner in her hands. Lance smiled.

“Mermer pwincess an paice ma'w and casssl.” He explained, before lighting up. “Do ma makh uf?” He asked, chewing the remains of food in his mouth.

Allura lit up.

“So… it looks like today’s my turn.” Said Hunk, looking down at the bored Lance. The younger boy had been left in his custody by a very tearful looking Allura earlier on, and Keith had magically disappeared, claiming that the small baby hated him. Which meant that Hunk had to look after him.

Despite having said to everyone that Hunk was his husband, Lance had not seemed the tiniest bit interested in him. He literally spent more time tormenting Keith with Pidge, or helping Coran around, than he did looking at Hunk.

And okay, it hurt.

It hurt a lot, no matter how much he pretended it was fine.

It hurt that ever since they had gone to space, his relationship with Lance had all but lost he flirty banter, it hurt that Lance had stopped making any sort of allusion to the two of them, and it hurt him to admit that he hadn’t tried or fought enough to keep him.

And apparently everyone else had had the same sort of experience.

Shiro blamed himself for how he had not-treated Lance. The blue paladin, one of the legs of Voltron, had all but been forgotten by Shiro. He felt like he barely knew who McClain was, while he always made himself in four to train Keith, listen to Pidge or console Hunk. He had thought Lance did need it like everyone else did, but in doing so, he had only succeeded in alienating the boy.

Pidge blamed herself for the distance she had created between herself and Lance. Back at the Academy, Lance had been the first one to notice her. Even before they were put in the same team, Lance knew who she was. He had immediately cornered her after lesson and asked her bluntly why was she sneaking in the command room. She had made him believe that she was Mark’s brother, and he had believed her, but still… Lance had been there for her from the very beginning and she had forgotten that.

Allura blamed herself for not having seen before what Lance was trying to do. The reason why he had stopped hitting on her was not that he found someone else to torment. It was just that he had no one else there for him, and he had reached out for her, in an awkward attempt at friendship that she hadn’t understood. Even all of his flirting, none of it was genuine. It was all a ruse, but she had been too quick to judge his character to bother understanding why he did what he did.

Even Keith blamed himself for not having been able to see what Lance saw. Every time he compared them, every time he made a connection between the two of them, Lance was just trying to find a link. Something that might make him less than just that one fifth member of Voltron and more our friend, the blue paladin. He wanted what Keith had: a place in the team, and people who actually cared for him for more than what he did with Voltron.

Coran had regrets too, even though everyone assured him that if there was one person who shouldn’t feel guilty it was him. No matter how busy he was, no matter when and how, the engineer was always aware of Lance. He always knew where he was, he always tried to find him and bring him in, however he could. If Lance skipped lunch, Coran was the one who made sure there was something for him and went to look for him.

And Hunk? He had always felt the closest to Lance. In fact, back during their Garrison days, they were dating. They had started going out merely a month after moving in in the same apartment. They had a bond. Lance had even sent him a text saying ‘And that’s why I love you, Hunkie Pie’, the day they first met Shiro and became paladins. And then space happened, and Hunk never said it back.

And Keith appeared and Allura, and Lance was flirting left and right- which was something he had been doing even when they were on Earth and had never bothered Hunk before- and making friends, and Hunk had stepped back. They returned to being friends. And no matter what looks Lance would throw his way, or how many cheesy pick up lines he said around him, Hunk never once tried to go back to him. He and Pidge became even more friends than him and Lance, and… they left him behind.

So yes, he kind of got why baby Lance was not even saying a word to him.

He smiled down at the boy. “Do you wanna play something with me?” he asked him, hopeful.

Lance looked at him, and for a second Hunk thought he could see something in those eyes, something older than the three years old, something of the old Lance- but then he blinked, and little Lance was standing up and walking out of the room.

Hunk found him a few minutes later, passed out on the front seat of the Blue Lion. The huge robot was looking down at Hunk like he was a step away from ending his miserable life with his paw, but Hunk didn’t back down.

“I wanna know.” He said, resolutely. “I wanna know what happened to Lance.”

The lion didn’t move, but Hunk could feel a cold chill running down his spine just by the way it was looking at him. At least it hadn’t flipped him off. Yet.

“I love Lance. I loved him before and I love him now, and I’m sorry for everything that happened to him. I am sorry for how much pain me, and the rest, have caused to your paladin. I don’t know what happened when you were blasted away, or where did you end up, but I really want to. I want to right my wrongs. I want to fix my mistakes.” He looked up at the robot. “So please, blue lion, let me see. Let me help Lance.”

For a second, Hunk could visualise the Lance defence squad- aka Blue Lion and Coran- just smacking him repeatedly, but the lion actually opened his mouth, allowing Hunk inside. Although a part of him felt like the lion was just living up his dream of chewing team Voltron in his mouth. No one would ever know.

Once inside, Hunk found Lance fast asleep on the pilot chair and put a hand on his hair. “Lance.” He whispered, before turning to the interface. He didn’t have to press anything, before the screen lit up and a video started playing.

Hunk gasped.

Lance was laying on the ground, a hand on his side as he tried – and completely failed – at stopping the blood from pouring out of the wound. He had multiple scratches on his face, a very obviously broken leg and his shoulder looked out of his socket. Despite the obvious pain, though, he didn’t look worried for himself.

“Blue, you have to go! If the Galra find out where I fell, or the pirates…! You have at least to get away, just in case.” He hissed, spitting blood from inside his mouth.

The lion growled.

“I know, I know, you told me not to fight the druids,” he rolled his eyes. “But what other choice did I have? They were holding that poor alien hostage, and I am a paladin of Voltron!” he snorted. “Whatever that means, anymore.”

He closed his eyes, and the lion whined.

Lance snorted again, then winced in pain, opening his eyes. “Sorry, sorry, I’ll keep my eyes open. I couldn’t just leave someone innocent, and you know it, Blue.”

The lion growled again, and Lance bit down his lip. “No, I am not mad she left me by myself, I am used to it. Everyone leaves me in the end.” He whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek. “Which is why I wanted to thank you, Blue. For always having my back. For never leaving me. But now, you have to leave, girl.”

The lion – or lioness, according to Lance – shook its head, laying down at Lance’s feet, their faces on the same line. If he hadn’t been hurting so badly, Lance would have patted her head.

“The only regret I have, is that I will never be able to tell anyone what I did. Shiro won’t ever say ‘I’m proud of you, Lance’. I would never see Allura actually interested in anything I have to say. Pidge will never listen to me telling my story and make jokes about it until I laugh. Keith won’t ever know how his technique is the only way I managed to save the chick. And Hunk will never see me as a hero, as something cool that can be loved. He will always see me as that wimp that got us all in this horrible mess and I’m just going to die.”

Lance sniffed, tears rolling down his cheeks. “I never wanted for it to end like this, you know, Blue Beauty? They probably won’t ever notice I went missing. Maybe Coran will look for me. Make sure he’s safe, and never gets forgotten, you hear me?” he asked the lion, who just whined again.

“I wanted to make more jokes with Pidge. I wanted to train with Keith and Shiro and be seen as an important part of the team. I wanted to talk with Allura about how much we care for Hunk and Shiro and show her my collection of make-up, maybe ask her about the Altean stuff I found around the castle. I wanted to get Hunk to love me like I love him. I wanted to be an important part of the team. Someone who doesn’t get forgotten.”

Now, he was crying, in pain and sadness, blood and tears mixing with each other. “I didn’t want it to end like this, but it has to.” He sniffed, and swallowed. “You have to go now, Blue. I love you and I don’t want you to see me this way. Please. This is an order.”

The lioness whined again, and made to move when someone appeared next to them. Looking like crossing between an Earth woman, a butterfly and a mermaid, was the alien they had saved from the Garla ship by themselves.

She looked at him in distress. “You saved me, paladin. I could never thank you enough.” Then she looked at the lioness, who was a step away from blasting her head off. “I can help. I can take away the pain. The pain from the wounds, and the pain from in here.” She explained, pointing at his chest. At his heart.

“No.” said Lance, closing his eyes. “It’s too late. Blue can just find a new paladin. It’s all-”

The lioness roared so loud that the ground was shaking, and Lance opened his eyes. He would have chuckled, if he wasn’t in so much pain. “I guess Blue wants what Blue wants.” He answered, trying to focus on them.

Then the fae casted a spell, and the screen went black.

Everyone stood in front of the screen, looking vary degrees of sad and angry. No one had any words to say. What could they say, really. Sorry Blue? Sorry for not seeing? Sorry for not being there?

“It’s all my fault-” started Shiro, putting a hand on his face. “I should have noticed, I should have tried.”

Pidge shook her head. “It’s everyone’s fault. We all did this to Lance, not only you.” She turned to face the small boy, still asleep on the pilot chair.

Pidge was right. If only they had been there, if only Lance had asked for help, if only they’d tried harder… maybe this wouldn’t have happened. But what could they do now?

Allura turned to the Lioness, putting one hand on the control panel. “What happened after? Is there anyway we can turn Lance back?”

The blue lion let out a low rumble, and the princess frowned. “Tell him? We just have to tell him?”

The rest of the team looked confused at that, but Shiro nodded. “He is in this condition because he doesn’t believe we care for him. If we tell him, or show him, that we do actually care-”

“It should be enough to reverse the magic.” Pidge nodded. “Okay then. I’ll start.”

She stood over the small sleeping baby and cleared her throat. “I’m sorry Lance.” She started, “I’m so sorry for forgetting you. For leaving you behind. For creating a gap between us, when I should have been there for you. I am sorry.”

“And I’m sorry too.” Said Shiro, putting a hand on Pidge’s shoulder. “I forgot you too. I am the team leader, I’m supposed to be there for every single one of my paladins. But I wasn’t there for you. I left you scramble by yourself, and I’m sorry you never once heard me say these words, but,” he gave a small smile. “I am very proud of you.”

“I am proud of you too.” Said Keith, looking almost uncomfortable under everyone’s stares. “We could have been friends. I could have helped you out. I should have helped you raise yourself instead of helping you putting yourself down at every chance I had. I am sorry, Lance.”

Allura smiled down at him. “I should have tried to look past my prejudices, past my usual distrust. I should have given myself a chance to see what you really wanted from me. Thinking about it now it should have been so easy to realise that you were never once interested in me. But I was just so convinced- anyway, I’m sorry, Lance.”

Hunk looked down at the baby, and sat down next to him, a sad expression on his face. “Why were we both so stupid? Why did we not fight for each other? Why did we do the stupid thing and just not spoke to each other?” he shook his head. “It was my turn to deal the cards. You told me you loved me. I didn’t answer you. No, instead we ended up in space and I spent weeks avoiding you. And for that I’m sorry.”

For a moment, everyone stayed silent, looking down at the small baby Lance. Then Hunk smiled, giving him a small kiss on the forehead. “I miss you buddy. And even though you might never remember this, I have to say it. Lance McClain, I, Hunk Garret, love you too. To the moon and back.”

“Lance? It’s time to go back.” Said Mez, the magic human slash butterfly slash mermaid alien chick. Lance looked up at her from where he was laying down.

“Go back where?” he asked, confused. He wasn’t really listening though. It was almost lunch time, and his mother was calling everyone to help with the plates and if he dared to be late…

“To the paladins. To Voltron. To the Blue Lion.”

Lance shook his head, before smiling and waving at his older sister. “Wait up, I’m coming.” He then turned to look at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m happy here.”

“Lance, they miss you. You should go back.”

“Why? I am happy here. I have my family. There is no Zarkon. Everyone is happy.”

“But this isn’t real. You know this isn’t real.”

Lance studied the figure of his siblings, laughing and calling his name, and everyone’s smiley face. Everyone was happy. Lance was happy. Why should he go somewhere where all he felt was pain and sadness?

“They understand what they did was wrong. They get it. But Lance, you weren’t fair on them either. It’s easy blaming everyone else when we don’t bother making the first step ourselves.” Mez smiled. “You called them out on their bullshit, and I’m here to call you out on yours. You have to go back.”

When Lance woke up, he found the rest of team inside his bedroom. Coran was asleep at the door, Pidge was somehow laying on his pillow, Keith at the feet of his bed. He was sandwiched between Allura and Shiro, while an asleep Hunk was holding onto his hand, and he smiled.

Maybe this wasn’t his idea of happy. But in a way, this was perfect.

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