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canon-transgender-virgil · 3 years

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Check In (Intrulogical)

A/N: Finished this fic relatively quickly! It's a lot shorter than the Roceit one I posted earlier this week but it's still kinda a long fic lol!

Summary: Directly following the events of WTIT, Remus pops into Logan's room for what he claims is a quick chat, but that quickly grows into something more when the two actually get to talking.

Content Warnings: innuendos, swearing, intrusive thoughts, implied NS/FW (but nothing happens, dw), hurt-comfort

Logan had taken shelter in his room the moment Thomas got home from his outing with Nico. The logical side couldn’t stand to be around the other sides at the moment and he needed to sort out what was going on in his head.

The spectacled side took a deep breath and sat at his desk, staring at the wooden tabletop before slamming his fist down on it. “Fuck!” He yelled at the top of his lungs, infinitely thankful for the magic soundproofing around everyone’s rooms. What would the others think if they heard the rational, level headed (yeah right) Logic yelling expletives at random in his room?

He straightened his tie and glasses and got up, summoning a straw dummy labeled “Thomas”. He stood in front of it and glared at the doll, visibly angry, before he began ranting to it. He talked and talked, yelling at the dummy about how angry he was at being constantly ignored and pushed aside and made fun of, and if the familiar 10 notes announcing a certain Creativity’s presence hadn’t gotten his attention, he would have continued.

“My my Logan, you’ve got so much to say and no one to say it to, huh!” The moustached side raised an eyebrow, smirking at the nerd.

“...what do you want, Remus.” Logan’s words were curt, like he was trying to say just little enough to make the Dark Side leave.

“Gosh, I can’t just talk to a friend?-”

“We are not friends.”

“Ouch!” Remus pretended to be injured. “You’re so prickly, like a kinda sexy cactus! What’s up your ass today?”

Logan stopped and consulted his flashcards, hearing Remus snicker at this and trying to ignore the fact that his face was burning slightly. “Um… Ah.” He found the card he was looking for and examined it a little. “Nothing is ‘up my ass’ today, Remus. You know full well why I’m upset.”

“Uh huh, cuz I called you out on your lying ass.” He sounded irritatingly proud of that fact.

“Yes, well, you got what you wanted. Are you just here to rub it in my face?” Logan stared at Remus, though he noticeably avoided direct eye contact with the gremlin of a side.

Remus frowned. “No, actually.”

“Then you’re here to make me… feel… worse, correct?”

“Nope!” The green-sashed monster grinned.

“Then what do you possibly hope to gain from this interaction?” The blue tied Side frowned. Remus wasn’t here to bug him, or to upset him further? What reason, then, did he have to come to Logan’s room?

“It’s like I said earlier, I wanted to talk to you!”

“...what about?”

Remus shrugged. “I dunno! What do you wanna talk about?”

Logan blinked. “...excuse me?”

“Yeah! Let’s hear what you wanna talk about!” The Duke sat down on Logan’s bed and grinned up at him.

“...” The teacher was silent. “...you’re mocking me, aren’t you?”

“Huh?” Remus blinked and raised an eyebrow. “Why would I-?”

“Yes, I figured as much. Remus, I don’t have time for your games and if you’re simply going to make fun of me you can just-”

“Woah! Pump the brakes Lo, who said I was making fun of you?” The green side looked legitimately confused.

Logan crossed his arms. “Remus, statistically speaking, a total of… Zero sides share any of my interests. A total of three sides have shown aversion to or have mocked the things I consider interesting or enj- er, have a vague liking towards. Why should I believe you aren’t here to add to the latter set of data?”

“First of all, because I sat through that whole talk.” Remus joked. Seeing that Logan just rolled his eyes, he continued. “And secondly, because we also have some of the same interests! Your census of mockery only includes J-Anus, Emo Boy, Hop-Pop Patton and my dumbass brother!”

“Really? Then what are some of those shared interests, oh Duke of Imaginary Death?”

“That was terrible, one.” Remus held up his pointer finger. “And two, we both like chemistry, and poisoning, and astronomy-”

“Wait wait wait.” Logan held a hand up to silence Remus for a moment. “You… like astronomy?”

“Sure! What’s more existentially terrifying than imagining going hurtling right into the sun, or a black hole, or-” Remus’s eyes widened as he talked about the possibilities.

“Thank you, Remus.” Logic sighed. “But… why talk with… me?”

“Cuz… I kinda owe it to you? After being a dickhead all day?”

Logan blinked. “You didn’t have a phallus for a head today?-”

“Figure of speech, teach.” Remus explained curtly.

Logan ‘ah’d’ and nodded.

“And anyways… I wanted to apologize.”

That caused Logan to stop. “...you… wanted to apologize… to me?”

“Yeah, it’s weird for me too, but it’s true! I didn’t mean to make you so mad you - figuratively - blew up, I just wanted to prove a point.”

“I appreciate your use of the word figuratively Remus, and… thank you.”

“No problem!” Remus grinned and thought for a second. “So… wanna talk about forensics?”

Logan’s eyes lit up. “Do I ever!-” He stopped. “Ah, uh, I mean… If you’d like to…?”

Remus giggled. “Cute! But you don’t have to hide that, not around me at least!”

“...thank you…” Logan smiled softly and the duke’s heart just about stopped.

“Uh, um… no problem Nerdy Wolverine.” Remus smiled weakly at the cute nerd.

The logical side rolled his eyes and playfully pushed Remus’s shoulder, which brought the moustached side’s attention to just how touch starved he was - a problem for another day, Mus.

“So what d'ya wanna talk about? Black lights, true crime?”

“Both interesting conversations, but… how about another topic you mentioned earlier?” Logan sounded timid, like he was scared Remus would stop listening if he dared to change the subject.

“Oh? What’d you have in mind?” The intrusive thot tilted his head at a sickening 180 degree angle, but that didn’t seem to bother Logan.

“You mentioned being fascinated by astrology as well. Would you like to talk about that?”

“Of course I would, my nerdy Astro-Boy Toy~” Remus laughed at his own nickname, to which Logan rolled his eyes again. “What about space, starlight?”

Logan’s smile grew ever so slightly, thankfully drawing Remus’s attention to that as opposed to his pink cheeks. “Well… let’s talk about constellations. You’re a storyteller of sorts, what’s your favorite constellation origin story?”

“Ooh, how fun!” Remus grinned. “Well, I personally love the story of Aquila, the king who got turned into a golden eagle messenger thing because Zeus got jealous of how much people liked him! You know, he’s the one who brought Zeus his cupbearer, Ganymede? That’s where the Aquarius constellation comes from! He was some Trojan prince, he ended up being the god of homosexual love! Historians think his name was a euphemism, since it’s a combination of the Greek words for ‘gladdening’ and ‘genitals’!”

Logan nodded and watched Remus explain the stories, smiling at how enthusiastically Remus shared the information. Remus noticed this and stopped. “Well, how ‘bout you, teach?”

“Huh?” Logan blinked, being pulled from his thoughts by the sound of Remus’s voice.

“You wanted to talk about constellations! What’s your favorite story?”

“Oh, um… I enjoy the story of Orion, the hunter who killed so many innocent creatures that Gaea sent a large scorpion to kill him and then put both of them in the stars for all eternity.”

“Huh! So that Scorpio constellation…?”

“Yes, that’s its origin story as well.” Logan smiled.

“Funny! I would never have guessed it!” That wasn’t true. Remus knew each and every constellation origin story like the back of his palm. He loved Greek mythology, but the only thing he loved more than that was seeing how Logan’s face lit up when he got to explain it. “Any other stories?”

The teacher blinked and adjusted his glasses. “Oh, um… I also enjoy the Cassiopeia story…”

The duke’s face brightened, eagerly awaiting Logan’s explanation. The spectacled astronomer’s face turned pink when he realized this, not sure what to do with this sort of attention.

“Well, Cassiopeia was a queen in Ancient Greece and she claimed to be the most beautiful thing in creation, which Posideon took personally since he had made what he considered to be the most beautiful creatures, and those were the sea nymphs. So Posideon sent Cetus, this giant sea monster, to torment the town, and he told the citizens that if they wanted him to get rid of the monster, Cassiopeia would have to apologize. She didn’t, so they asked if they could do anything else, and Posideon said if they sacrificed Cassiopeia’s daughter Andromeda to him that Cetus would go away, so the townspeople kidnapped her and brought her down to the pier. Poseidon didn’t like that, of course, since he was really just trying to get Cassiopeia to apologize and didn’t want some poor mortal’s blood on his hands so he let Perseus save her and kill Cetus.

“As punishment for almost letting her daughter die to save her own pride and for insulting the gods, they put her in the sky upside down on a chair to humiliate her for the rest of time.” Logan had gotten pretty excited while he explained the story, grinning widely as he finally finished it.

Remus was silent the entire time, watching how happily Logan told him a story he’d heard a million times before and thinking about how nice it was to be able to hear it from the nerd’s perspective.

Logan, finally remembering Remus was there, coughed softly and adjusted his tie, his smile fading. “Um, apologies, Remus. Thank you for letting me ramble.”

“Lo, you were telling a story! That’d be really dickish for someone to just cut you off during a story, you know?”

“I know, but I still appreciate it.” Logan yawned and Remus realized he looked tired, like the story had exhausted him.

“You wanna take a nap, teach?” The duke frowned and tilted his head.

“I… I have to finish up my work for the day…” The logical side moved his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

“...Lo?”

“Yes…?”

“You had a long day. Yes it was cuz I was being a bitch, but still, you need to get some sleep. Or, y’know, I’m gonna be even more of a bitch to deal with!” Threatening intrusive thoughts usually worked to get Janus to go to bed when he refused to sleep, so he figured he’d try the technique out on Logan.

The nerd however simply shook his head and laughed softly. “I don’t think so, Remus. I can… I can handle you…”

“You couldn’t today, could you?” Remus accidentally blurted out before immediately covering his mouth. “Oh my god I didn’t mean that-”

“It’s fine, Remus.” Logan stated, rubbing his eyes. “You’re right. I couldn’t handle you today. But I really do have to finish working on this-”

“I’ll stay with you if you go to bed!” The duke once again blurted out. “Cuz I don’t think you’d wanna stay alone with Orange so close by, y’know? I can stay and like, fend him off!”

Logic blinked at the proposition and squinted. “...you… want to stay with me? Why are you so adamant about me getting proper sleep?”

“Well one, cuz it’s already 10:30 at night, and two, cuz… you know, I don’t wanna end up actually hurting you!”

That further surprised Logan. “You don’t want to end up hurting me? I was under the impression that that’s something you enjoyed.”

“Well…” Remus was hesitant to explain - that tipped Logan into the fact that it was probably something more than that.

“What’s really going on Remus?” The stern side crossed his arms and stared at the Creativity.

“...okay, I don’t wanna be alone tonight!” The duke stomped his foot and crossed his arms, looking away. “My nightmares have been getting worse and Janus is hanging out with Roman and Patton today and Virgil hates my guts so I figured I’d at least try to hang out with the one side that for some reason still tolerates my dumb ass!” He sounded a little hurt, and added, “Or, one that wouldn’t immediately kick me out or hit me with a broom at the mere sight of me.”

Logan blinked. “Nightmares? You suffer from nightmares?”

Remus sighed and tugged on his sash. “Yeah, they suck ass - not in a fun way - but it’s part of the job description, y’know?”

“I don’t. But… does this mean you also suffer from intrusive thoughts?”

“...yeah… They’re kinda the reason I came in here in the first place...”

The logical side sighed. “Remus, you could have told me sooner you just needed company. I’m not the best at keeping up conversation but I could have at least put on a movie for you to refocus on something other than your intrusive thoughts.”

The duke blinked. “You… you’re not gonna just kick me out?”

“Why would I? You’re in need of assistance and I’m going to provide it for you.” Logan got up and rummaged through his DVD stack. “What would you like to watch?”

Remus stretched and looked over. “Whatever ya want, Sub-astute but Super Cute Teacher.”

Both sides flushed red when they realized what Remus had said.

“...interesting nickname, Remus.” Logan gulped, looking down.

“Yeah, uh…” The duke laughed weakly. “Well, I guess that cat’s out of the plastic bag it was choking in, huh?”

“What, that you think I’m cute?” The teacher looked over at the moustached Creativity. “You already called me sexy.”

“Well yeah, but that felt less… sappy, than calling you cute. And anyways, I meant that I was into you. Ooh, do you have Coraline?”

Logan stopped. “...repeat that, please?”

“The Coraline thing?-”

“The thing before the Coraline request.”

“Oh yeah, I like you.” Remus was right to the point, like always. “When I saw you take the shuriken to the face and just keep on moving right along… God, that was an image!” The duke gripped his thigh and shook his head, stopping himself from reaching down his pants.

“And you’re telling me this now… why?” The teacher was still reeling from the initial confession.

“We don’t get to talk one-on-one a lot! Plus, I don’t really like talking about cutesy emotions - that’s Roman’s department, y’know?”

Logan nodded slowly.

“Anyways, I changed my mind on the movie, can you put on Monster House?”

The spectacled side nodded and got the CD for Monster House, putting it in the DVD player and sitting next to the green-sashed side. He should have figured Remus wouldn’t be the type to linger on his feelings, and he was grateful for that at least. He couldn’t handle talking about feelings for long periods, especially not his own, but to have one of the most passionate sides just drop the fact that they liked him and immediately move on from that fact? It was odd. He almost couldn’t believe it.

Remus meanwhile was laying on the bed and watching the movie intently, smiling brightly at the screen before realizing that Logan had gotten into bed next to him. He turned over a little and growled “seductively” at the teacher, who laughed softly at the dark creativity. The sound caused butterflies to erupt in the duke’s stomach, flustering him a little. He smiled back at the logical side before returning his attention to the movie.

Logan meanwhile admired Remus, watching as he talked excitedly about the movie. He found it strangely endearing, how excitable Remus got when he was able to talk about things he found interesting. He didn’t have much time to think about it though, as he found himself falling asleep soon after the thought passed through his head. The astronerd yawned and passed out, sleeping peacefully next to the intrusive side.

The duke didn’t notice until he felt warm arms wrap around him. It startled the hell out of him, but he relaxed after he realized it was simply the sleeping teacher clinging to him. He carefully took Logan’s glasses off and turned off the TV before closing his eyes and falling asleep.

**The next morning**

Logan woke up first the following morning, still a little tired but feeling much better than he did the previous night. Vision blurry, the blind scholar felt around his nightstand for his glasses before realizing he was curled up into another person. He quickly got his specs on and saw the sleeping form of Remus below him, remembering that Remus had asked to stay with him the night before.

He looked at the sleeping creativity, who looked much more peaceful (and admittedly much cuter) asleep than he ever did awake. Still feeling somewhat tired, the Sherlock kinnie looked away and closed his eyes, feeling his face start to burn. When did he start thinking of Remus as “cute”?

Logan didn’t have too much time to dwell on it as he heard Remus start to stir. “Ugh… morning starshine…”

The teacher jumped and sighed. “Oh, good morning Remus. Did you sleep well?”

“Like an asphyxiated baby… you?” Remus groaned and stretched, waking up a bit more.

“I slept well too.” Logan fidgeted with his hands. The dark creativity, sensing the spectacled nerd’s unease, sat up and went to get off the bed. He was somewhat shocked to feel Logan tug on his sleeve. “Stay. I wanted to talk about what you said to me last night.”

“Oh… that.” Remus sighed and sat back on the bed. “What about it?”

“I… I’m not entirely sure what it feels like, but I think I reciprocate your feelings?”

Remus’s expression changed from slight concern to a poorly hidden malicious grin. “Oh? You’re into me?”

“I… think I am.” Logan nodded slightly.

The duke was silent for a moment before bursting into a grating cackle. “Oh- oh my god! Oh my god, you’re gonna kill me nerd!”

The scholarly side tensed up and blinked. “Excuse me?-”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! What kind of goddamn loser are you, to think I - or anyone really - would like you?! Especially after the bullshit you pulled yesterday, like Jesus Christ you’re pathetic!”

Logan’s heart sank as he heard Remus say this. “So you were, what, mocking me?!”

“No shit, Sherlock!” The intrusive side cackled once again before morphing into a huge octopus-human hybrid monster and grabbing the teacher. “You’re so fucking stupid! What on Earth made you think someone like me would like someone like you?! You’re lucky any of the others even talk to you anymore!”

Logan panicked as the tentacles pulled him up to Remus’s razor sharp teeth, about to chomp down on his head, when-

“Lo! Logan, wake up!” The logical side heard Remus’s voice coming from somewhere it should not have been, and Logan woke up with a start. Remus frowned as the teacher practically flung himself away from him.

“Get away from me!” Logan’s voice sounded frantic and panicked, like a cornered animal.

“Woah, woah!” The creativity held his hands up in surrender. “Teach, it’s me!”

The teacher took a few deep breaths and grounded himself, looking around. “...right, right… Apologies, Remus…”

“No problem, Nerdy Wolverine. Now, care to tell me what happened?”

Logan sighed and moved over to Remus, explaining to him his nightmare, tentatively telling the nightmare inducing side that he’d tried professing his mutual love to the other before getting horrendously mocked and belittled.

“Sounds a lot like my Nightmare Nico scenario. Has this happened before?” Remus had managed to ignore his thundering heartbeat and the cheering going on in his head - Logan likes me back!! He could focus on that later. Right now, Logan needed his help.

“No. I don’t normally dream, period, so to get a nightmare is extremely unprecedented.”

“Huh… so, I’m the reason you had the nightmare?”

“That would be the logical conclusion, though I had assumed that your effects would be… muffled, in my room?”

“Maybe it’s a mix of psychological and my effect on you guys? Like you were stressed or anxious about last night so my ability to give people nightmares got amplified?”

Logan nodded. “Interesting hypothesis, and it’s… definitely possible. I apologize for yelling at you earlier.”

Remus shrugged. “Eh, it’s okay, I’ve heard worse.”

The nerd nodded and the two were silent for a moment before Remus sighed and asked what they were both thinking. “So. I like you, and you… apparently like me back? What does that make us?”

Logan hesitated. “I… I’m not sure. What would you like us to be?”

The duke grinned. “How about boyfriends?”

The scholar smiled. “I think I’d like that.”

Remus beamed brighter and moved a bit before stopping. “Can I kiss you?”

Once again mildly surprised by the other’s bluntness, Logan nodded and scooted closer to the dark creativity. Remus quickly pulled the former into a kiss.

Logan was the first to pull away, flushed red and smiling to himself. “I think I could get used to this.”

Remus grinned and took the scholar’s hand. “Me too, Lo. Me too.”

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anyoneseenadam · 3 years

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Home: Chapter eight

azriel x reader (acotar)

summary: (y/n) is a daughter of Persephone, still recovering from the trauma of her fall into Tartarus and doesn’t have time for a stupid, handsome, annoying, stunning, injured man. But now they’re stuck together in the middle of nowhere and there only chance of getting home is if she can heal him, and fast.

warnings: big spoilers for mark of Athena and house of Hades, also for the acotar series, eventual smut, blood, PTSD, graphic descriptions of violence, injuries and torture, enemies to lovers so az is a bit of a dick to start, swearing

word count: 1.6k

a/n: ahhh this is the last part and I’m kinda sad but at the same time I don’t want to drag it out, I also have a new idea for a dorian x reader so it’s a good thing to finsih one but am still sad. I hope you enjoy I made it extra fluffy (also had a cheeky wee hint back to the first part)

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You were sat in front of a large mirror, taking in your appearance as you listened to the noise downstairs, the hustle and sounds of people speaking as they rushed about in preparation a sharp contrast to the silence of your and Azriel’s shared room. The girl looking back at you in the mirror was beautiful. Her hair was pinned up, revealing a long neck adorned with a simple necklace your lover had gifted you. Your skin was clear as well, any blemishes you had, any scarring from acne you had picked at, was gone, replaced by dewy, glowing skin. In fact everything about you seemed to glow, your hair was shinier, your skin had a new ethereal sense about it, and you looked more like your mother than you ever had before.

You heard a clatter of plates downstairs and bit your lip with a slight smile, running your hands over you dress. It was baby pink, as you had commented that white may be a little on the nose, with a deep V-neck and white and pink flowers trailing down the heavy skirt, you had picked it out with the help of Feyre and Mor who had dragged you out shopping, giggling when you had stared in shock at the sheer number of dresses you only believed existed on Pinterest. You reached over the vanity and picked up the delicate gold dangling earrings that you had ‘bought’ (Azriel had technically bought them but you certainly paid him back) and put them on, gazing wistfully at your now pointed ears.

So much had changed so quickly. Azriel’s family were extremely welcoming, instantly treating you like they had known you forever. You became incredibly close with Cassian and Nesta, much to Azriel’s amusement, as you bonded over books with Nesta and a general love of Azriel with Cassian. Nesta was officially sold on you when she finished ‘Call Me by Your Name’ the day you gave it to her, the two of you discussing it all night as you made promises to find a way to show her the movie. Rhysand and Mor treated you like a sister, the three of you soon teasing each other, Amren genuinely laughing when you let loose your more creative insults. The only one who seemed reserved at first was Elain, but soon the two of you were spending hours in the garden as you taught her about the different needs that different plants had and how to grow them most effectively.

Azriel had never been more in love. He already knew you were mates but now that it was official, and possible, he felt like he was on cloud nine. He was in love with how quickly you feel asleep in his arms. The way you lit up when talking about your passions, hands moving widely. He was in love with the way your eyes sparkled constantly now, only rarely being overcome with shadows, ones that he had learned to help dispel, you were laughing more and had even started showing your back again. When you went to the House of Wind to train with Cassian and Azriel one summer afternoon you had removed your top, leaving you in a simple sports bra, not missing the mix of pride and desire in Azriel’s eyes as you continued your exercises.

“Can I ask what happened?” Nesta had asked late that day, Feyre looking up from her book, Nyx cradled in one arm. You had explained, and after, when you expected to be pushed away, Feyre had simply passed Nyx to Nesta and wrapped her arms around you, holding you for a long while, even when the Illyrians entered the room. When she pulled away you noticed the tears in her eyes and offered her a small smile, as she whispered to you.

“You’re with your family now, nothing like that will ever happen again.” And then you were crying too.

Now you were sat in your low-back dress with your hair up, scars on display for anyone to see. You had been woken at nine am by an excited chorus of fae women and all but shoved into a bath, your hair washed, and skin scrubbed until you felt new-born. You had been brought a strong, dark coffee and some honeyed toast as you sat soaking in the bath, your friends moving about outside tidying your room and fishing out everything you needed, before you were pulled from the bath and forced to dry. When you had walked back into the room, you found Mor wiggling her eyebrows as she passed you a bag which, on further inspection, you found contained an intricate set of baby blue lingerie making you laugh loudly as you thumbed the material. They had then crowded you, Nesta drying and styling your hair as Feyre did your face, treating it alike one of her beautiful paintings, Elain painting and filing your nails as Amren and Mor sat sipping on champagne, both donned in beautiful, dark silk dresses, as they discussed the day ahead. You felt alike a princess when they were done and had commented as much, gaining you a glass of champagne and a comment on how you looked like one too. However they soon left, claiming there was much to sort out downstairs and that they had no faith in the boys to get it sorted.

Now you were sat alone, your gaze had moved to outside your window where light snow had started falling. You stood and moved the open window, perching on the ledge, smiling when a robin landed next to you, flying to rest in your palm, it’s ruby coloured breast not making you flinch. You still had nightmares as you were still part god and probably always would have the dreams you had grown used to; however you were making progress.

“If you’re planning on running away that ledge is too high,” You smiled as you heard his voice, turning to see your beautiful mate smiling at you.

“Maybe Cassian can come and fly me out,” you challenged,

“Ha, ha.” He deadpanned and you giggled, standing to wrap yourself in his arms,

“In my world it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the service,” you whispered into his chest,

“This technically isn’t a wedding,”

“That’s a fair point,” you muttered, and he smiled down at you,

“It would be a shame to deprive me of this sight, you look beautiful princess,” he spun you out of his arms and you giggled, making his heart swell with love.

“It would, wouldn’t it?”

“C’mon, we should go soon, Cassian’s already crying,” you laughed and grabbed his hand as he pulled you along and down the stairs. You gasped when you reached the bottom, there were flowers everywhere, the whole room transformed into a fairy wonderland that made you feel giddy. You smiled when you saw that Cassian was in fact, already tearing up as he stood to greet you, complementing you and thanking you for making his brother so happy, you had laughed and shoved him away in your emotional state, not wanting to cry so early, as you moved to the sink in the room that was spraying a fine mist of water, creating a rainbow.

“Oh Iris, Goddess of the Rainbow, show me Nico Di Angelo, Camp half blood.” You threw in a golden drachma, the image wavered before revealing your friends and family on the other side, waving, and sending greetings. The inner circle came over and you all conversed for a while before Azriel was rather impatiently tugging on your hand and you moved onto the ceremony, with just your found families present. Having been raised mortal you insisted on exchanging rings, and Azriel was completely happy to oblige, obsessed with the feeling of pushing the ring onto your finger and kissing you, having someone that was wholly his, and who he was completely devoted to.

The rest of the day was spent curled under Azriel’s arm, sipping cocktails, and laughing as you were told all the most embarrassing things the inner circle could dig up. You ate delicious food and laughed with your friends, you heart aching at how naturally this happiness came to you now as you gazed at the man you loved.

You stood outside, breathing in the fresh air, and enjoying the slight chill that came through the thin shawl you had wrapped around you shoulders. Soon you felt a familiar hand press into your hip, pulling you into his side tightly. You looked up at him, still in wonder of how you landed such a beautiful man.

He caught your gaze, brushing a snowflake of your cheek and grabbing your hand, pressing a light kiss into the palm. “Penny for your thoughts?” He asked, gaze so full of love that tears welled up in your eyes.

“I’m just so glad you got stabbed,” you muttered, and he laughed before you continued, “I’m serious, I don’t know where I’d be if we hadn’t met, but you are everything to me and I’m so glad we pushed through, I’m so glad we fought to be together.”

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair as he pulled you in tightly, his scarred hands moving over your scarred back as you sighed, content.

“I love you.” You replied, pulling away and watching as a red admiral butterfly landed on a nearby poppy.

#acofas #acomaf #acotar #azriel #azriel x reader #acowar #heroes of olympus #acosf #acofs #rhysand

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depressedacadamia · 3 years

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Fight me?

Word count: 2.3K

Summary: Nico is in the infirmary and doesn’t want to listen to his cute healer.

Warnings?: none really, a bit of swearing and Leo being a little shit.

A/N: there’s not as much solangelo as I thought there would be so if yall want a part two, just ask. Make sure to comment, like, reblog- all that jazz. <3 from Persephone!

“Nico! If you don’t move right now, I am going to to jab you so hard with this thermometer-”

“- If you dare touch me, I will shadow travel my ass out of here so fast, your head will spin!” Nico threatened, his eyes going dark and hand gripping the duvet cover of the infirmary bed. He was surrounded by pillows to the point where it looked like he was drowning in them.

“Fine then! I’m just going to call Will!” The insulted child of Apollo stormed off to find the counselor of Cabin 7 and the only one who could get Nico to listen. A few minutes later, a blond headed boy in denim shorts, a bright orange t-shirt and socks underneath his sandals waltzed in with a very angry person beside them.

“He won’t let me treat him!”

“Calm down,” Will told the other healer before turning to Nico. “ What did you do this time?”

Nico shrugged, playing innocent by widening his eyes and battering his lashes. This would be the 13th time Nico had been in the infirmary and he had promised Will after the first million times that he would not have to ever return. Every time Nico entered that infirmary, he’d tell Will it would be the last and every time, Will would say he severely doubted it.

“It’s fine, I’ll take it from here,” Will told the person behind him, who stuck their tongue out at Nico before walking off. Will took the thermometer from the table and asked Nico to stick his tongue out.

“No way, what do I look like to you, an ill 12 year old?” Nico retorted, gripping the mountains of pillows once again. Will sighed and prodded Nico’s lips once again with the thermometer, urging him to open up.

“Nico, for once please listen to me. I need to check your vitals,” Will begged. Nico refused to listen and then proceeded to build a pillow fort all around himself. He was literally drowning underneath the pillows- where he had gotten them all, Will had no idea. The infirmary didn’t even have this many pillows.

“Nico, if you don’t get out of those pillows, I will have to simply move them myself,” Will said, his tone not bothered at all. Nico, coughed. Once, twice and then tried to repress the third. Will could see a slither of his black hair through the small crack in between the pillows; however, something that concerned Will were the beads of perspiration that were forming on Nico’s forehead despite the weather being fairly cold.

“I will fight you if you touch my pillows. I dare you! If you touch these pillows, I will fight you!”

“Uhu.” Will picked up the pillow that rested right on top of Nico’s face to reveal him snarling. His hair seemed ragged and wild, his face more pale than normal and you could see the trail of his veins in his neck. The sweat around his temples could only result from two things, Will concluded. The fountains of pillows surrounding him or an infection and Will had suspected that it would be the latter.

Nico hissed. “Fight me then! Fight m-”

Will had shoved the thermometer into Nico’s mouth. “ Maybe later.”

Nico tried to resist but failed horribly. The only thing he did succeed in was drooling a bit and generally acting like a child. He attempted to talk but only made sounds such as ‘ah’ and ‘stwop it’. In his horror, Will had actually laughed at his attempts to speak. It wasn’t even a regular laugh or Will jeering at him. It was a giggle and that may have horrified Nico the most.

“101.3 degrees,” Will tutted. “You have a fever. You’re also coughing, sweating and your breathing is shallow. Does it hurt when you cough?”

Nico tried to hide it but when he coughed again, in an attempt to lie and say no, he winced and clutched at his ribs. Will looked at the thermometer before looking back at the pale, sweating and coughing Nico. Coughing, sweats, fevers, pain in the thoracic section- all very vague symptoms which could attribute to a number of different conditions. However, something was tugging at Will’s gut to what exactly was wrong with Nico.

“You have an infection, Viral pneumonia. Shouldn’t be too hard to recover from. You will stay here until further notice,” Will smiled as he tucked the duvet of the bed Nico was in and sandwiched him in like a sardine in a can.

Still attempting to resist, Nico shouted hoarsely, “Fight me! I dare you, Fight me-”

“-Like I said.” Will waved his hand as he walked towards the door. “Maybe later.”

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Nico was furious. He wanted to shove Will’s head down the toilet and hold it there until the bubbles of air stopped appearing. His face felt sticky, his chest and throat were killing him and no matter how many litres of water he glugged down, he still somehow managed to feel like shit.

Just the kind of luck that a child of Hades would get.

It was early in the morning, the wee hours of sunrise in fact. Nico hadn’t managed to notice it when he was first dragged here but he was in perfect view of the sunrise. The colours were magnificent as they painted themselves across the sky, blending in slowly against each other. If he strained his ears hard enough, he could hear the soft and sweet melodies of the birds chirping away outside his window. Their voices were so melodic and the way they sang made him close his, smiling slowly and gently rocking his head back and forth, enjoying the peaceful moment. The sky was still dark with only the corner of the sky illuminated by the sun’s presence.

“Glad to see you’re enjoying yourself somehow,” A warm sugar like voice treacled through Nico’s thoughts. Immediately, Nico growled, his teeth baring like a wild animal. Will defensively held his hands up.

“I just need to take your vitals again.”

“No! Fight m-” Nico was cut off by a series of coughs that literally racked his body. He felt his ribs squeeze and his throat closing up as he wheezed for air. His arms were flailing about as each agonizing cough tore through his body. Will took the chance to slip the thermometer into Nico’s mouth and watched as he resisted, coughing even more to the point where his eyes were watering and he almost spat out the thermometer. When Will finally took the thermometer out of Nico’s mouth, Nico began trying to speak through his coughs.

“Day two is always the worst. The symptoms just rack up to like 100 without any warning but you’ll get used to it. You’ll be out of here within a week.”

“I told you that you should fight me. Fight m-”

Once again, Nico was cut off by his own horrid coughs and slowly, he felt himself being pushed back onto his bed. He displayed no resistance to Will slowly pushing him back on the bed and changing the flow of the drip above him. Will smiled softly, his skin glowy like the sun. His eyes crinkled, the individual lines screeching up on his face and Nico could just make out the small dimple by the left side of his face.

He looks quite cute

No, don’t think about his cute smile- he touched your pillows!

Nico’s thoughts were consuming all his body’s power along with the coughs that shook his body. His throat felt like it was slowly closing up and the itch that came with every cough made him want to throw up. He felt like someone had wrapped their hand around his throat and was slowly choking him as he gasped for air in between the coughs.

Will gave a warm smile that bore pain and radiance behind it- which one he was trying to portray Nico could not tell in his state. “I won’t fight you because I know you will win.”

Nico sulked as Will left his bedside, humming and singing. It wasn’t that he missed the curly blond headed healer because that of all things would be absolutely ridiculous. Nico? Missing Will? Ha! The idea was so ridiculous that it was even laughable- until Nico remembered that he had a terrible cough and that laughing felt like someone was pulling out his ribs.

“I want coffee,” Nico whined as he threw his head back, annoyed on his 6th day of staying in the infirmary. The bleak white colours were now engraved into his mind and he had gone on several rants taking about how leaving him here classfied as ‘white torture’ and that if Will truly cared about his health then he ‘shouldn’t leave him here in the care of a bunch of baffling, bumbling baboons’.

Will simply grinned and asked Nico if he had just quoted Professor Mcgonagall.

At this, Nico threatened to fight Will and tried to find anything to argue about. Blankets, food, the windows, the temperature- he even managed to argue about the colour of Will’s t-shirt being ‘distracting’ which resulted in Will finally agreeing to go out and get him some coffee. Nico was worried that he had taken the teasing a tad too far. Sure, insulting someone's choice of shirt wasn’t that big a deal but Nico was aware that he had been being somewhat of a little shit this past week and Will’s amazing ability to resist getting agitated at Nico’s remarks seemed too good to be true- so yes, Nico was stressing if Will was offended.

That was until he woke up later with a coffee sitting on the table beside him. The coffee wasn’t cold, so it had clearly only been brought in recently. Nico eyed it with suspicion and desire. Sure, he really, really wanted a coffee right now but something about the aura of the infirmary struck him as odd. He saw Kayla and Austin linger at the doors and he could have sworn he heard Leo laughing about something being a ‘great idea’. But most of all, he felt like everybody in the infirmary- healers and patients included were just staring at him and the coffee that he had in his hand.

He took a small sip, tasting for anything out of the ordinary. It was perfect- the cream to sugar ratio was perfect, his coffee was so perfect he was suspicious that Jason or Reyna hadn’t dropped by. Afterall, who could have known his order so magnificently well as to execute it in such a manner that Nico craved more coffee for every sip he took. It didn’t burn his tongue, like his coffee normally did, but instead felt like he was at home.

How can coffee make you feel at home, you ask?

Nico had no idea.

“So Nico… How was your coffee?” Leo asked, his shit eating grin taking over his face. Nico raised an eyebrow. Had Nico still been as ill as he was 4 days ago, he would have flipped off Leo by now. However, Nico was curious now and his mood had yet to be… ruined.

Oh how a few people can make you want to commit murder within a matter of seconds.

“Adequate.”

“Just adequate? Di Angelo, I could have sworn you were falling in love with that coffee,” Austin snorted as he joined Leo, with Kayla smirking mischievously by his side.

“You looked like you wanted to snort it,” Leo added, throwing his arm over Nico’s shoulders before pulling it back to himself when he saw the cold look that Nico had given him. Nico ignored their questions and returned to his coffee, his fingers holding it in an oddly endearing manner.

“Nico’s in looove!”

“This is it, the beginning of a new rom com!”

“We can call it-”

“- We can call it how long does it take to reach the Underworld if you guys keep your act up,” Nico snarled.

“That’s a bit chunky,” Leo whispered before getting a true death stare from Nico- had Nico stared any longer, Leo would have been beyond 6 feet under.

Leo, Austin and Kayle all made eye contact, communicating with each other. They nodded heads back and forth as if urging each other and saying’ no, you do it!’. Nico watched the entire interaction with no context whatsoever and could only compare them to a trio of seals playing with a beach ball- like in those cartoons, such as Tom and Jerry.

“Okay, someone tell me what’s going on,” Nico demanded, his good mood disappearing immediately.

“You err.. You haven’t seen the note, have you?” Leo pointed out, slightly hesitant.

Nico scrunched up his face. “Note? What note?”

Kayla quickly pointed to the small slip of paper that had been on the bedside next to him and quickly grabbed the two boys and pulled them away. They were of course still snooping but they weren’t going to let Nico know that.

Nico, in all his fury, picked up the note and was expecting something that would make him want to set it on fire. His mood had declined rapidly from when he had received the coffee from when he had spoken to those three. However when he opened the note, he was nothing short of shocked. He knew who had written it immediately- not from their messy scrawl or the way they dotted their i’s but from what the words had said.

Fight me?

By the lake, behind your cabin at 7?

(I’ll bring snacks if you bring your ass. Or maybe those mythomagic cards you’re so obsessed with?)

Nico would be lying if his mood had not lightened up immediately upon reading the note.

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i-am-a-reader-fear-me · 3 years

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A Percabeth AU where they keep their relationship secret in fear of what their parents might think. (Warning: this goes over both PJO and HoO so it's very long):

The beginning of TLT goes as it should but after Percy is claimed, Annabeth is suddenly meaner and colder.

He remembers the Poseidon/Athena rivalry but doesn't see why they have to hate each other bcuz of their parents.

But Annabeth doesnt relent.

They still go on the quest together bcuz "you are so going to fail without a daughter of Athena."

But they still argue a lot and give poor Grover a satyr migraine.

When they have that bonding moment on the truck, Percy thinks maybe they're sorta friends, but Annabeth proves that wrong later by calling him a "Seaweed Brain" bcuz he's so stupid.

Percy fires back with "Wise Girl" but Annabeth seems to take that as more of a compliment than an insult.

(He doesn't stop calling her that tho)

After Luke betrays Percy, Annabeth's the one that found him after the dryads and she drags him to the infirmary but completely denies caring about him afterwards.

By SoM, Percy is so done with this and goes over to her asking if they could be friends.

Annabeth, who actually would like to be his friend, agrees with reluctancy, saying, "We have to keep it a secret though, or who knows what our parents might do."

Percy agrees.

Grover knows they're friends now cuz of the empathy link, but doesn't say anything.

In TTC, when Annabeth falls off the cliff, he blames himself more than ever, bcuz if they hadn't been fake arguing she might not have been distracted and fallen.

Thalia blames him even more too, and he has to keep his cover and can't tell her he knows it's all his fault.

Nico asks if Annabeth is Percy's girlfriend.

He says no, but he has a funny feeling in his heart.

He goes to the attic to ask the Oracle about Annabeth.

It doesn't answer.

When he thinks Artemis is about to ask Annabeth to join the Hunters, he knows he has to tell her something, even if it meant blowing their cover.

He breathes a sigh of relief when Artemis asks Thalia, and Annabeth is waiting for him to talk with narrowed eyes as if trying to figure out what he wants to say.

He chokes. (~Like doesn't say his feelings, not actually choke lol~)

In BotL, they are totally going out on a secret unofficial movie date but ofc the fiasco with Kelli at Goode happens.

Annabeth gets really jealous when Rachel appears. (Especially since Rachel has more opportunity to go out with Percy bcuz Annabeth and Percy have to pretend to hate each other.)

Percy, ofc, does not realize why in Hades she's acting like she really hates him even though they're in private.

At camp, they're playing Capture the Flag when they stumble on an entrance to the Labyrinth.

They go down to hide from monsters and end up stuck.

It's so dark Annabeth grabs his hand to keep from being separating. (~this is canon, they were holding hands I checked~)

When they find their way back out, it appears almost an hour had gone by when they were sure they were down for a couple minutes.

The campers were searching for the two of them and are immediately suspicious when they find the two alone. Together.

But they forget about that when Clarisse comes and asks about the "hole" they fell into and Annabeth suggests they continue talking in private.

It is then that Annabeth, Percy, Grover, and Tyson go on their quest.

When Annabeth and Percy reach Mount St. Helens they are quickly found out.

Percy tells Annabeth to escape saying he has a plan. (He really doesn't)

She kisses him. (~whaaaaaaaat~)

When she leaves, Percy apparently decides to cause a volcano to erupt. (~ya he doez~)

He lands on Ogygia, while Annabeth, thinking he is dead, goes back to camp, alone.

When she returns, they ask where Percy, Grover, and Tyson are but she refuses to say anything.

They realize what happened.

They have a burning of the shroud ceremony where she doesn't say anything, sitting, her face emotionless, but her heart in turmoil as she listens to Chiron.

That's when Percy crashes the funeral.

Annabeth is outraged.

She pretends it's because "THE WHOLE QUEST IS BEING HELD UP BECAUSE OF YOU! AND WHAT WERE YOU DOING, ENJOYING A VACATION AT PARADISE ISLAND?!?!"

It's really because she was head over heels with worry and grief (while he's off with sOmE imMorTal gOdDeSs) but she can't let anyone know that.

She is certainly not happy when Rachel joins their quest.

(Percy still doesn't get it.)

Before TLO, they are playing Capture the Flag, and the two are on opposite sides. (~in The Demigod Files, the story they find Festus for the first time in~)

Annabeth and Silena capture Percy and Beckendorf and the boys suffer an utter loss. (Were the myrmekes part of the plan? They'll never know.)

Beckendorf and Silena totally know they like each other no matter how much Percy and Annabeth fake it and try to get one of them to ask each other to the Independence Day firework show.

Annabeth does end up asking Percy and they watch the fireworks secretly next to the woods so no one sees them.

They hold hands or something else just as cute idk.

In TLO, when the Battle of Manhattan starts, everyone is surprised when Annabeth let's Percy take the lead.

When she takes the blade for Percy she says it was bcuz "I didn't know it was him!"

"So you would take a blade for anyone if it wasn't Percy?"

"...yes."

But by this time everyone secretly ships Percabeth so no one questions it.

After the war, Percy gives up immortality mostly for her but only those two know it. (And maybe Grover).

Annabeth asks him to meet her in the woods and when he does, she brings him a lumpy blue-colored cake which Tyson helped make. (Bcuz of course Tyson knows that they're secretly friends but Grover told him not to tell anyone).

They kiss, duh.

But then a monster comes out from the woods and they don't want to fight it after they just had a war so they run.

They end up by the lake and Percy pulls Annabeth in to get away from the monster.

Cue best underwater kiss ever.

They date in secret for two months but Percy's mom knows.

When Percy goes missing, Annabeth freaks.

She searches for him everywhere and if anyone asks why she's searching so hard for someone she doesn't even like, she just replies, "He probably just disappeared bcuz it's his turn to do the camp chores and I will not let him slack off," or "Who else am I supposed to use for target practice???"

(None of the campers who'd been in the Titan war buy it.)

In SoN, the only thing Percy remembers is Annabeth, but for some reason, he has this instinct to not tell anyone about her so he doesn't.

In MoA she still judo flips him and acts all mad (which she is) but he still laughs it off and says all sarcastic, "Oh, did the smartass daughter of Athena miss me?"

But he missed her too.

When they go to eat lunch Annabeth and Percy excuse themselves to "go to the bathroom" but they really snuck off to have their own private reunion.

"I missed you so much, Seaweed Brain. Don't ever disappear like that again."

"I'm sorry, Wise Girl. I missed you too."

*kissing*

Later, when Annabeth and Percy sneak off to the Pegasi stables on the Argo II and sleep next to each other.

Frank finds them.

They swear they didn't do anything and threaten Frank into silence.

He can never look at them the same way again though.

When Annabeth has to get the Athena Parthenos, Percy paces the deck of the Argo but says he's not worried about a daughter of Athena.

When she finally gets the statue, he goes down to meet her but she trips and falls into the Pit.

He catches her, but now he's hanging on a ledge.

"Percy, let me go. You can't pull us both up." She whispers, knowing they're too low for the others to hear.

"We're staying together. You're not getting away from me. Never again." He whispers back.

"As long as we're together."

At least in Tartarus, they don't have to pretend they don't absolutely, utterly love each other.

In Blood of Olympus, Percy, Annabeth, and Piper are walking underground to the monster's base in the Parthenon when they see a trident mark in the ground.

Annabeth says it's the place where Poseidon struck the ground.

At this point, Percy turns to Piper and asks, "Can you keep a secret?"

Piper nods.

That's when Percy kisses Annabeth.

When he pulls away, he says, "This is where the rivalry ends….for us, at least."

Piper acts surprised but on the inside she is rAGING bcuz now Leo owes her ten bucks but she can't tell him.

After the Giant war they consider telling their friends, but they're not sure…

Idk how to end this just keep going

Sort of a bonus:

The Hephaestus and Athena cabins worked together to make everyone monster-proof phones (which also correct their dyslexia) and Annabeth and Percy use them all the time to text each other and no one knows.

Jason asks Percy to come to a cafe with some of the others, and Annabeth and Percy are texting the whole time.

Their convo goes something like this:

'hey Annabeth, me, Jason, Frank and some of the others r going to that cafe on 31st street'

'*Jason, Frank, some of the others and I' 'Really? Piper, Hazel, and I are going there too. They mentioned Jason, Frank, and Leo might be there, but not you.'

'weird, they didn't say anything about u either' 'hey wait a sec, Jason's texting on some gc called Operation Get Them Together' 'the other guys' phones r ringing everytime he sends something…'

'What? Operation Get Them Together???'

'yeah'

'....'

'what'

'Oh no.'

'what??? Annabeth????'

'They're trying to set us up.'

'wdym set us up'

'I MEAN, they're TRYING to get us TO GET TOGETHER'

'huh?'

'THEY WANT US TO GO OUT PERCY! YOU KNOW, TO BE A COUPLE???'

'ok okkk u don't have to yell'

'🤦‍♀️'

'so what do we do'

'I think we should go along with it.'

'wait hold on, Jason's asking me who im texting'

'Wait, tell him it's your girlfriend. Just to screw with them.'

'haha yes ur a genius'

'I know.'

Percy tells Jason that he is texting his girlfriend, to which Jason replies by "What?!" and frantically starts typing on the group chat to tell everyone that 'YOU GUYS PERCY SAYS HE HAS A GF ABORT MISSION ABORT MISSION!!!'

To which Piper is the first to reply, saying, 'Nah, trust me, keep going with it'

At this point, they reach the cafe, and the boys and girls meet up at a table.

Annabeth, immediately going into acting mode, says, "What is he doing here?"

Percy fires back with a scowl and says, "You didn't tell me she was going to be here. I'm leaving."

Jason stops him tho

Percy and Annabeth sit down at the table, but everyone is still standing.

Piper and Hazel say they have to go to the bathroom and leave.

Jason and Leo say they're going to go order (even tho it's a sit down with a menu and order type of cafe???)

Everyone seems to have some kind of excuse to leave until Percy and Annabeth are left alone.

The two pull out their phones again.

'Seriously? This is their plan? Say we're all going out to eat and then leave the two of us alone?'

'ig' 'what do we do now'

'I don't know.' They're probably spying on us…'

'um is that Reyna, Hazel, and Calypso in the bushes with mud and green war paint on their faces?'

Reyna, Hazel, and Calypso were indeed hiding in the bushes (with binoculars) with mud and green war paint on their faces.

'Wtf?? How'd they do that so fast???' 'And is that Leo and Piper holding newspapers with eyeholes cut through???'

'lol yea...then that eagle flying above us is prolly Frank'

'Jason is hiding in the clouds to your six.'

'where r Nico and Will?'

'I think that's them making out in the bushes.'

'lmaoo im so gonna tease them for that' 'so what do we do now Wise Girl'

'...' 'Follow my lead.'

'k'

Annabeth puts away her phone and stands up.

Percy follows her lead.

She says, "We know you guys are there, just come out. It's not going to work. And we see you too, Nico and Will."

The other demigods come out of their hiding spots (the two who had been called out looking especially sheepish).

"Why not?" Piper says, knowing perfectly well why not.

Percy looks between Annabeth and Piper, and seems to come to a decision.

"Because," he says and goes over to Annabeth and kisses her, "we're already together."

The responses were very diverse.

"What?!"

"I knew it!"

"Leo! My ten bucks. Now."

"Yeah, I walked in on them sleeping together…"

"So we did all this for nothing???"

"Wait, did you say sleeping together?"

They arguing stops as two flashes of light almost blind everyone and two gods appear.

Poseidon and Athena.

For several seconds, the two gods just stare at Percy and Annabeth (who are now holding hands just bcuz)

Then, finally, after what seemed and EXCRUCIATINGLY long time, Poseidon turns to Athena and says:

"I was right, you were wrong, I was RIGHT, you were WRONG, I WAS RIGHT, YOU WERE WRONG, YOU OWE ME FIFTY DRACHMAS BIRD BRAIN"

This was not the reaction the demigods was expecting if you couldn't tell

Athena just scowls and makes a pouch filled with drachmas appear, and throws it at Poseidon.

Poseidon catches it, bringing out what appears to be a phone and starts calling someone.

Athena goes over to Percy and Annabeth.

She looks mad, and Annabeth tries to let go of Percy's hand, panicking, trying to think of a lie, but Percy doesn't let go.

"My daughter is the smartest and best of my children, and as much as I don't approve of this, if she chose you, sea-spawn, she must have a good reason. But if you step one foot out of line, I will have you punished, understood?"

Athena addresses this to Percy, who nods fearfully.

"Good."

Suddenly there are a bunch more flashes of light as more gods appear bcuz apparently, Poseidon wanted everyone to see that he was right and Athena was wrong.

Ofc chaos ensues.

But Percy and Annabeth are still holding hands and look at each other and feel overwhelmingly happy for the first time in a long time because now they don't have to keep their relationship a secret anymore.

THE END~

WTF HAVE I WRITTEN.

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visceraah · 3 years

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The sound of music

(aka i’m so sorry for naming it after a musical it has nothing to do with dkjsdjksdjk names are hard)

My gift for @anianthe for @sanderssidesgiftxchange

Rating- Teen cause i’m incapable of not writing wayyy more swears then are necessary-

WC- 2947

Ship- Just Virgil interacting w the other sides,, feel free to interpret romantically if you want!

Warnings- not really any! Remus shows up briefly so.. beware of that. and ig Virgil is also kinda mean bUT he does it affectionately.

AO3

“We’re having a movie night!”

Virgil blinked. Took off his his headphones which, unfortunately, hadn’t been playing anything- he wore them out of habit, sometimes- meaning he heard everything his stupid best friend just said.

“No, we aren’t.”

Roman flopped down on his bed without waiting for any indication it was okay, something Virgil was all too used to. “We are now.”

Virgil sighed heavily and pushed Roman with his foot, trying to roll him off the bed. He didn’t budge. “And if I don’t want to?”

“Pleaseeee?” Roman employed the puppy dog eyes and Virgil knew already this was a losing battle. Ugh.

“I get to pick the movie.”

Roman perked up immediately, coming to sit next to him. “Yes! Okay! Just- Disney?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, wondering if Roman was capable of consuming content made by anyone else. He was beginning to doubt it. “Nightmare Before Christmas, then.”

“Predictable.” Roman murmured smugly, and he elbowed him.

“You want this movie night or not?”

“Okay, okay! I yield!” Roman cried, clutching his ribs. Virgil was pretty sure he was more upset at the prospect of a cancelled movie night then the ‘pain’ he was overplaying right now.

“Okay.” Virgil agreed, smugly, and set the movie on.

He’d seen it a million times already, which for most people would only make it boring by now- but Virgil found comfort in familiar things. Plus, that animation! He could happily watch it a million more times- and, honestly, probably would.

That meant he had it memorised, though, and soon enough he was singing along to the introduction under his breath. He listened along contently, until an unfamiliar third voice joined the chorus, and he startled, looking to the side. “Roman?”

Roman stared back, raising an eyebrow at him. “... Hi.”

“Were you singing along?”

Romans eyes flicked between Virgil and the screen, where the movie was still playing, in confusion. “Yes, Dr Gloom? Look, I know what a downer you love to be, but these pipes can’t stay closed all the time! They need exercise- and, the world deserves- neigh, needs to hear them!”

Virgil huffed at the dramatics, although it was fond. “I never said it was a problem, Sir Sing-a-lot, I’m just surprised.”

“One, that’s not an insult and I’m absolutely using that,” Roman retorted, “And two… It’s Disney! One of their best! Do you really expect me to not know the words?”

Virgil snorted, but he had to admit, he couldn’t disagree with that. “Whatever, nerd.”

Roman gasped, somehow seeming more upset than when Virgil had elbowed him. Of course that’d be what got to him. “I am not! I’m a prince- a very princely prince! Not-”

“Whatever you say, prince of the nerds.” Virgil hummed out, smirking to himself. Maybe Roman bursting in out of nowhere wasn’t so bad… This time. He still hated surprises and would not be convinced to do this again. He said that every time

Being Romans best friend, unfortunately, had its side effects. One was unplanned, unannounced Disney marathons he had no choice but to roll with. Another was actually listening to his musicals so often he learned to like them, too.

For all he said about Hamilton being overrated (and Romans reaction was priceless every time), he had to admit it was good. A little fast for him to keep with, but he rarely sang along to his songs anyway, preferring to hum quietly unless he was really in the mood.

He liked keeping his music to himself, too- he didn’t want to annoy anyone, so he always wore headphones- but sometimes he just wanted to drown the world out, and they went to full volume. Worked a treat to drown everyone out, but plenty audible to everyone else in the room. Sometimes, though, they’d just have to live with it.

Today was one of those days, where Virgil didn’t want to speak to anybody and had the volume to show it. He was playing one of Princeys musicals, too, humming along to ‘my shot’ no matter how different it was to his normal taste. He nodded in acknowledgement as he passed Logan on his beeline for the fridge, planning on grabbing the easiest and least healthy snack possible.

Retreating with his bag of marshmallows in hand- he was pretty sure they weren’t meant to be in the fridge, but they were imaginary, so maybe nothing needed to go in the fridge. Holy shit.

He pulled the headphones back, opening his mouth to ask Logan's opinion, when he heard a sound that made him freeze in his tracks.

Logan was rapping along to himself. And well. Jesus, how had he forgotten about that? He stared, still in disbelief, and Logan awkwardly trailed off when he noticed his gaze. “Ah, you could hear me.”

“Yeah, I just wanted to ask… Doesn’t matter. Holy shit, Lo, you’re amazing.”

Logan flushed slightly, looking down at the table. “I simply have an appreciation of the genre, and Hamilton has some particular, uhm- how would you say? ‘Bangers’.”

Virgil laughed, slipping into the seat opposite him and taking the headphones off completely. “Dude, I’ve spent enough time with Roman to know having an ‘appreciation’ doesn’t mean you can pull something off.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly fighting back a smile. “I am not sure he’d appreciate you saying that.”

“Eh, I’ve said it to his face before- and will again.” Virgil dismissed, feeling his lips turn up as well. “Why don’t you do it more?”

Logan shrugged, adjusting his glasses awkwardly. “It is hardly a logical skill for me to have, so it simply… Hasn’t come up.”

“Ro doesn’t need an excuse for songs to ‘come up’ before he starts singing them.” Virgil pointed out, and Logan chuffed.

“No, he certainly doesn’t. But we are different people.”

Virgil laughed, nodding. “You could say that again.”

“Oh. Alright, we are differen-”

“It’s an expression, dude. Come on.” Virgil interrupted, sounding nothing but fond as Logan widened his eyes in realisation.

“A highly illogical one, but alright. I can add it to my flashcards to avoid further confusion.” He decided, pulling out his deck there and then to add to. He paused when he heard the crackling of a plastic bag pulled open, looking up as Virgil helped himself to a marshmallow. “Please do not tell me you intend on consuming that entire bag.”

“Maybe.” Virgil held it out, grinning now. “Want one?”

“A key ingredient is gelatin, created by boiling down a pig or cows bones, skin, ligaments or tendons.” Logan deadpanned, and Virgil almost threw the whole bag away in disgust before he remembered,

“But they’re imaginary!”

Logan titled his head. “I suppose so.”

“Actually, I was thinking…” Virgil began, curious about how the fridge actually worked. Soon enough Logan was in a full-fledged rant about mindscape food, and half of it went over his head, but he didn’t mind listening. It was interesting, after all.

Whatever concerns Virgil had about not bothering anyone with his music, the other sides didn’t share them. Roman didn’t hesitate to sing whatever came to mind as it came to mind, offering full renditions of his favourite musical tracks daily, Logan could be heard humming to himself as he worked, Remus had no restraint about… Anything, really, and this was no different, Janus wasn’t exactly considerate, and Patton- Patton was the worst at all.

He wandered the mindscape belting out whatever was in his head at the moment which, as a father figure, was always old, tacky, and bad. They’d learned to ignore it for the most part, but some of the songs he played… Some of them were just unforgivable. And, sitting on the couch as Patton tidied up a little, Virgil had left himself completely at their mercy.

“JOLENE-”

Virgil pulled his hoodie over his ears, wishing he’d brought his headphones. Or just not left his room. “Please, no.”

“Jolene, Jolene, Joleeeeeeeene, I’m begging of you please don’t take my man-”

“Pain, Padre. This is causing me physical pain.” Virgil groaned, slamming his head back in an attempt to make it all stop. Unfortunately, the sofa was soft, and he just bounced back. Eurgh.

“Awh, cmon kiddo! I’m just singing. You could always join me.” Patton chirped, rearranging the same jar for the fourth time in three minutes.

“I might die.” Virgil deadpanned, staring Patton dead in the eyes, and he giggled.

“Don’t be silly… Come on, my music isn’t that bad!”

Virgil couldn’t quite believe his ears. Maybe they were still bleeding from being subjected to Dolly Parton. “You listen to dad music.”

“Well, yeah, but what else did you expect from your pops-”

Virgil groaned louder, shaking his head. “I- whatever. When’d you even start listening to country music?”

“Nico likes it!” Patton replied, brightly, and Virgil bristled.

“That’s it, Thomas has to break it off.”

It took Patton a second to recognize Virgil was joking, and he started laughing. “Don’t be so judgy! I listen to your music- in fact, I quite like being cautious in the disco.”

“Oh my god.” Virgil pulled his hood down further over his eyes, the secondhand embarrassment hitting him full force. “You’re so old.”

“Now, I know I’m no spring chicken, but that’s hardly a nice thing to say-”

“We are all the same age.” Logan interjected as he walked through the room, gone before Virgil could try and drag the only other sane one around him to his aid.

“Look, Patt- I love you, but Dolly is too far.” Jesus, Virgil was spending too much time with Roman. Dramatic ultimatums weren’t his style at all.

“... How about Country Roads?”

“Jesus Christ.” Virgil sunk further back into the sofa, hoping it’d just swallow him and his smile.

“I wanna play a song.”

“Get your own headphones.”

“But yours are so loud, they’re basically speakers! You ever turn them up to full volume while they’re on? How loud are they? Oooh, reckon they could rupture your eardrums so blood would bubble out your ears and trail down your face-”

“Stop.” Virgil interrupted with a grimace, before Remus’ imagination could go anywhere gorier. They’d been at this for ten minutes and his answer hadn’t wavered once. “It’s a no, alright? Just… Go away.”

Remus huffed loudly and dropped onto the sofa next to Virgil. Great. “What do you want?”

“Hmmm… Oh, I can do a list!” Remus declared, and before Virgil could tell him please, god, don’t, he was off. “A pony- to disembowel so I can use its guts for ritual purposes, that one dick in a Russian erotica museum they claim is Rasputins and has magical fertility powers, for Barry Bee Benson to be real so I can fu-”

“Alright!” Virgil shuddered and disconnected his headphones. He didn’t know what Remus wanted to do with a literal bee, and he liked it that way. “There.”

Remus grinned a grin with far too many teeth, just a little too sharp, and Virgil rolled his eyes, waiting for whatever monstrosity he was about to hear.

There’s some whores in this house, there’s some-

“You did not just play WAP!” Virgil punched Remus in the arm, pulling his headphones off “You- I swear to God, don’t do the dance.”

Remus was already halfway stood up and Virgil quickly pulled him back down. He’d never wanted Remus to stay sat next to him more in his life. (To be fair, it wasn’t something he felt often.)

“But I already know it!”

“Of course you do.” Virgil grumbled, glancing over at Remus. “Why do you have to play… This, up here?”

“Jannie’s kicked me out, you know how he is.”

Virgil blinked at him, regretting what he was about to say before the words even left his mouth. “If I get him to back off, will you keep your music to the dark side?”

“That’s not fun, though! Ooh, wait, Logan likes rap, doesn’t he? Reckon he’d like to see the dance?”

Virgil stared at Remus blankly. “Please, say that was a joke.”

“It wasn’t! If you wanna hear one, though… Ooh, ok. Two kids walk into a hospice- ”

“No.” Virgil interrupted again, although even he had to snort a little at how ridiculous it was. Even if it was also deeply, deeply twisted. “I- look, I’m gonna do it.”

Remus tilted his head further then looked natural. Virgil was pretty sure he heard a crack. “Thought you hated me and Double Dee.”

“I- I’m just doing this for my sanity, alright? And Logans.” Virgil snapped back, avoiding meeting his eyes.

Avoiding things didn’t work with Remus, though, and soon enough he was uncomfortably close, peering right at Virgil with that unsettling grin. “Awww, Purps is being nice to us.”

“Shut up.” Virgil hissed, sinking out before Remus could pry any further. Creativity was so pushy, Jesus.

Virgil shuddered. He hadn’t been in the dark side of the mindscape in years and, after so long of the bright upstairs, the dark walls felt a little claustrophobic. He just needed to make this quick.

He strode down the hallway, trying to squash the growing nervousness in his stomach. What was the worst that could happen?

… Literally the worst thing he could’ve asked himself, he realised, speeding up subconsciously. So much could go wrong, while he was down here, and he didn’t even know where Deceit was, what if he tripped and fell and broke something and nobody would-

Piano, faint, made him stop in his tracks.

He wasn’t really an expert in classical music, but this had to be one of the more famous pieces, because he’d definitely heard it before. It was good, though, Mozart or something. Pretty difficult, too.

Exactly the kind of pretentious shit Deceit would play, and kick Remus out to enjoy. (Although Virgil couldn’t really blame him for that second part). Emboldened now he knew he wasn’t alone, and could make some jokes about what a snob he was, Virgil entered the room the sound was coming from.

He paled, because in front of him sat Deceit. At a piano. Playing the song.

“Since when do you play.”

Deceit only glanced up at Virgil, the melody smooth even with the interruption. He hated to admit it, but it was impressive. “Things have been quiet. I had time.”

“Quiet? With Remus?”

“I made things quiet.” Deceit amended, shrugging nonchalantly. Knowing him, it had probably been meant to sound as murder-y as it did. Didn’t stop Virgil from shuddering, anyway, serving as the perfect reminder of just how desperately he wanted to leave.

“Alright, look- whatever plan or plot this is, or is covering up, I don’t care.”

Deceit sighed, looking up at Virgil without faltering the music once. Jesus, he actually was good. “You’re right, I’m incapable of having any interests whatsoever without there being some deep, sinister plot behind it. You’ve spotted my evil plan.”

“I- alright, sarcasm’s meant to be for something obviously not true! That could be true!” Virgil protested, already feeling like he was losing this.

Deceit just raised an eyebrow at him in response, and Virgil instinctively hissed back, feeling more and more like he was backed into a corner.

Deceit had the nerve to laugh at him. “It’s been a while since you’ve done that.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve had to talk to anyone so- so-” Virgil groaned, glaring at Deceit. “Stop playing that stupid thing, would you?”

“Alright.” Deceit agreed, and Virgil waited. He kept waiting. The piano continued and after an excruciating minute of listening for an end, he cursed. Why had Virgil assumed he’d be honest?

“Dick.”

“That is my legal name.” Deceit agreed dryly, and Virgil rolled his eyes. He was impossible to talk to.

“Look, just let Remus back down. He’s probably scarring Logan as we speak.”

Deceit smiled at the thought, looking back down at the keys as he played them. “I never said he couldn’t be down here. Oh, and I’m sure there’s /nothing/ about ‘scarring’ Logan that could’ve appealed to him.”

“What, so Remus lied?” Virgil crossed his arms. Remus was plenty of things, but one of them was painfully, brutally, upfront and honest. “That’s your thing.”

“Not lied.” Deceit tutted, like scolding a child for not knowing something they should have. Virgil clenched his fists. “Just… Was dramatic.”

Virgil tried to figure out what he meant before realising it meant literally nothing, and he glared at Deceit. “Stop being so cryptic for five seconds and tell me, Jesus.”

“I wasn’t aware you cared about him so much.” Deceit smirked, and Virgil threw his arms up in exasperation.

“I’m trying to get rid of him!”

Deceit snickered but finally, mercifully, seemed to have already had his fun. “I didn’t tell him to get out if he couldn’t just be quiet and not…” His smile faltered… “Dance on the piano.”

Yeah, that expression was priceless. Virgil laughed as Janus furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“Just… Nevermind.” Virgil was pretty sure imagining that scene playing out was enough entertainment to last him weeks. And a reminder that honestly… Remus didn’t cause as much chaos as he gave him credit for. He was all bark… And plenty of bite, too, but nothing too permanent. “Keep playing, or whatever.”

“You aren’t going to demand I fetch the Duke?”

“He’s not a dog.” Virgil dismissed, resisting a smile at Deceit’s murmured ‘ehhhhh’. “He’ll come back when he wants to. And Logan can look after himself.”

“Amazing.” Deceit sighed heavily. “You wasted my time for nothing, then.”

Virgil could be proud of that, at the very least. He grinned in way of response, sending Deceit a nod before he sunk out.

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solangelover · 5 years

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Leave Me or Hold Me Close

Solangelo Week 2k19: Day 7 – “Enemies / Lovers” @solangeloweek

A/N: AU where Will has been a year-rounder since age 8 and Nico since age 11, they’re both now 15 and have an intense rivalry-type thing.

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“Ugh, just leave me alone! Why do you feel the need to rant at me, Solace?”

Nico stormed out of the infirmary, leaving a steaming Will Solace standing in the doorway.

“Well, maybe if you stopped being an idiot and getting sent to the infirmary, I wouldn’t have to see you so often!” He nearly stomped his feet in frustration as he glared at the retreating back of Nico di Angelo. But Will wasn’t a child, so he threw his hands up and made incoherent noises of rage.

“That stupid, idiot son of Hades! I just—gah!!” Will shadow-boxed the air as he whipped around and stalked back to his desk. His sister, Kayla, simply watched this all go down with a raised eyebrow. Their three-going-on-four-year long hatred of each other was nothing new, but she felt like it was reaching its peak. Something was going to break soon, but with all the fights, she couldn’t tell exactly what.

As soon as Will sat in his chair, Kayla jumped up on his desk and looked over her shoulder at him. “So, how’s life, big guy?”

Will gave her a withering glare, to which she immediately jumped off the desk and put her hands up in surrender. Still, she stood there, arms crossed and waiting for a reply. Will took a deep breath and let out an even deeper sigh. “di Angelo. I just can’t with him! I don’t know what he wants! I try to help him since, hello, I’m head medic and he can’t seem to go one week without ending up here. He’s so dumb I swear. I can’t really avoid him if he keeps needing medical help, so if he doesn’t want to see me then that’s his problem!” He groaned and ran his hands through his hair, effectively disheveling it so he looked a little crazy. Nico was slowly but surely driving him insane.

“Soooo…” Kayla drew out. “What I’m hearing is, you want Nico to be safer because you care about his well-being?”

Will closed his eyes and held his head in his hands. “It’s not like I want him dead, Kayla. Of course I want him to be safer.”

“But you don’t want to see him? Like, at all?”

Will thought about that. He pictured Nico’s annoying face, his harsh glare that was constantly thrown Will’s way, his scowl that always twisted his features. Sometimes, when Nico wasn’t paying attention to Will, he would see Nico look excited, hear him laugh at some dumb joke Percy made, and just be a totally different person than who Will knew. They’d been at camp together for the past few years, and Will couldn’t even remember exactly how their “rivalry” started, but he knew that he was tired of it. It was probably fun in the beginning, but at some point, their insults became real and their fights venomous. Will never knew how strongly he could dislike a person without knowing why.

“Will?” Kayla’s voice brought Will out of his thoughts and back to reality.

He sighed once more and picked his head up to look at his sister. “I’m just tired, sis. I only want some peace in this crazy camp.”

“AGHHHH!” Nico threw another pillow against the wall of his cabin. Annabeth suggested it after she walked in one time to the shattering of a lamp, the ceramic pieces joining various other broken things on the ground.

Nico’s latest trip to the infirmary ended in a yelling match between him and the one and only Doctor Solace. Nico knew he was being stubborn, but the guy was insisting that Nico either come in for check-ups more or just not get injured so often. Honestly, did he think Nico liked getting attacked by monsters? Or losing in a sparring match?

Did Will really hate his face that much?

But then Will also asked for him to come in more often, which he wouldn’t do if he didn’t want to see Nico, right?

No, idiota, Nico chided himself. He’s just doing his job. He doesn’t want to see you.

A knock sounded at Nico’s door, jolting him out of his thoughts.

Percy stood in the open doorway (that Nico forgot to close in his rage) with a concerned yet amused look on his face. “Rough day?”

Nico glared as Percy invited himself in, plopping down on the bed across from Nico’s. Meanwhile, Nico took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, opting to sit right there on the floor in the middle of the cabin. He clutched the pillow he was about to throw to his chest, his fists threatening to rip the material.

Percy popped his head over the foot of the bed to better see Nico. He cocked his head expectantly.

Nico sighed. “It’s just Solace, nothing new.”

“Are you… angry at him?”

“No duh, Jackson.” Nico rolled his eyes at the son of Poseidon. What did he think was going on?

“Just checking,” Percy chuckled. “So, what did you do this time?”

“Nothing!” Nico flew the pillow up in the air and it landed a few feet away from him. He glared at it as if he could scare it into coming back to him. “I did nothing at all, just got hurt in training and went to the infirmary. Then he lectured me on safety and limits like I’m a child. So I got mad and we fought and I left.” He was scowling so hard, Percy was sure his face would get stuck like that.

Percy hummed. “Sounds like he just wants you to be safe?”

“No schist, that’s his job,” Nico deadpanned.

“True,” Percy agreed. “But I don’t see him lecturing many other campers.”

“That’s what I’m saying. Why does he hate me so much that he won’t leave me alone?”

“Well, is that what you want? For him to leave you alone?”

“Would be nice,” Nico grumbled.

“I’m serious, Nico.” Percy waited until Nico met his eyes. “Do you want to never see or speak to Will Solace?”

Nico frowned at that and looked down. Did he? He couldn’t really imagine his life without Will in it. Not that he was the center of his life or anything, but Will had been there since he first got to camp. Will had been one of the first kids to talk to him and try to be his friend. But Nico had been having a tough time and it didn’t manifest well with his temper. He didn’t remember exactly what happened, Nico just knew that one day, they were fighting, and simply never stopped.

What would it be like if he just let that all go?

Percy didn’t interrupt Nico’s thinking, knowing that his friend was a big time internal processor, and this was kind of an important question.

Finally, Nico sighed and looked back at Percy. “I don’t know.”

That night saw them at the campfire. It was going on as usual, with the loud singing of the Apollo kids and non-stop chattering from the Hermes kids. Everyone sat with their friends, laughing up a storm or making crazy gestures as they told stories.

Will sat with his cabin, as well as Lou Ellen and Cecil. Nico was surrounded by Percy, Annabeth, and Grover, along with other random friends. Both boys kept casting glances at the other, new thoughts running through their minds concerning their relationship.

“Geez, what’s up, Will? Feeling thirstier for some di Angelo than usual?”

“What?” Will squeaked as he whipped around to see Lou Ellen with a smirk on her lips.

“Dude, you keep looking over at him. Just talk to him already.” Cecil dropped down in front of Lou Ellen with a freshly toasted marshmallow.

“Yeah seriously, there’s so much sexual tension between you two, you could cut it with a knife.” To prove her point, Lou Ellen held up a shiny dagger in her hand.

“Lou! Put that away, that’s dangerous!” Will scolded. She grinned widely, and a second later her dagger disappeared in a puff of smoke and mist. Annoying Hecate kids.

“But seriously,” she leaned in. “What’s going on?”

Will sighed, turning fully to his friend so his back was to Nico. “I’m just… thinking. I don’t know what, but I want to talk to Nico. Civilly. I want to be, I don’t know, his actual friend, not his enemy or rival.”

Lou Ellen and Cecil shared a look, then met Will’s eyes with a smile. “That’s a great idea, Will. The gods know your guys’ game of hard-to-get has been going on long enough,” Cecil stated.

Will sputtered, “Will you two stop?? I said I want to be his friend, stop implying!” Will was blushing at this point, and he hoped he could blame it on the firelight. By the looks on his best friends’ faces, it was probably obvious.

“Whatever,” Will shook his hair out as he turned back toward the fire. Maybe he could talk to Nico after the campfire.

“Nico, if you keep glancing over there, I will literally lose it.”

Nico turned to see Annabeth mid-eye roll. “What are you talking about?”

��Bro, she’s talking about you constantly looking over at Solace, like this whole night.” Percy slung a comforting arm around his girlfriend, as if Nico was actually causing her stress. “If you wanna talk to him, just get up and go.”

Nico scowled at the couple. “I don’t want to talk to him. I think he’s seen me enough for one day.”

“Oh my gods, Nico. Will doesn’t actually hate you,” Annabeth stated.

“Really? So we just fight constantly for fun?” Nico said sarcastically.

“Ugh! Just shut up already!” Drew called down from a couple rows up the bleachers. The daughter of Aphrodite was always listening in for gossip. “I swear, di Angelo, stop throwing yourself a pity party and go. It’s about time you and Mr. Sunshine end your flirtationship and make some progress. We’ve been sitting on this for years!” She immediately went back to filing her nails.

Nico gaped at her. “What the Hades??” He turned to look at his friends, who all avoided eye contact. “What is she talking about?” When they still didn’t look at him, Nico narrowed his eyes, turning to the one he thought might crack. “Grover, tell me you don’t all think that.”

“Uhhhhhh,” Grover nervously chewed on some soda can, glancing to the side before answering with a high-pitched, “yes?”

“What the…” Nico stood up and fully faced his friends. “I don’t—it’s not—that’s not what’s happening here!” He could feel his cheeks heating up, but he chalked that up to anger.

Unsure of where to go from there, Nico just walked off, glancing back over his shoulder towards Will, who happened to look up at the same time. Their eyes met, noticing something different in Will’s eyes. Before the moment stretched on for too long, Nico turned away and left the campfire.

“Nico, wait!”

Nico turned to see Will jogging up to meet him. He stopped before climbing the steps to his cabin as Will reached him, taking a moment to catch his breath.

“Why’d you leave early?”

“I was being tortured by my friends. What do you want?” He winced when it came out a lot harsher than Nico intended. Way to start a friendship, di Angelo. “Sorry, I just…”

“No worries, I get it.” Will didn’t think he’d ever heard Nico apologize to him before. Maybe this just might work out. “Um…” He didn’t know exactly how to articulate everything he’d been thinking over. Luckily for him, Nico was impulsive and nervous.

“Did you know everyone thinks we like each other?” Will didn’t miss Nico cringing at his own outburst. It made him smile a little. “I mean, like, like like each other,” he said quietly as he nervously twisted his skull ring.

Will couldn’t really say he knew, but he wasn’t exactly surprised after Lou Ellen’s comments. “I—it’s—nevermind that. We’ll deal with that later.” Will shook his head and took a deep breath. “Can we just, start over? Be friends? I don’t mind us fighting still, but I’d like to, I don’t know, not be so… mean? Gods, I don’t know what I’m trying to say.” Will covered his eyes with his hand, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment. What exactly was he trying to accomplish here?

Nico’s lips parted in a small ‘o’ of understanding. Seemed like he and Will were on the same page for once. “Yes,” he blurted. “I mean, yeah, I agree. I still strongly dislike you right now,” Will rolled his eyes and Nico chuckled, which was pretty friendly for them. “But less hatred would be nice.”

Will brightened, and it definitely did not make Nico’s night, that’s ridiculous. “Truce?” He held out a hand.

“Truce.” Nico gripped Will’s hand firmly, giving it a small shake.

As they looked into each other’s eyes, they both had the same thought.

Let’s see where this takes us.

A/N: I was gonna try go all the way to lovers but my slow-build brain wouldn’t let me, sorry.

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cemeterygrotesque · 4 years

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Didn’t I tell you so? [Drabble]

Trigger warnings; torture, gore, abuse, kidnapping, brainwashing. Nero’s scene with Ruby @sapphireblackfox

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It’s not particularly difficult to be prepared when you could arrange for something to be done to such precise instructions. And so Nero waits patiently outside of the house with four men to assist him with tonight’s plans. A smile cracks his otherwise bored expression when Ruby finds herself dropped from a lesser height just in front of him. Only briefly does Nero notice the flash of hold and black that accompanied the sudden appearance.

The drop is unexpected, and the fall leaves Ruby somewhat stunned, especially as she lands poorly on her one leg. And Nero is quick to instruct his men to tie her up. Of course it proves a bit more challenging than expected, as everything with Ruby does. But the people he picked out for this job weren’t fresh off the streets, and in the end her struggles, even if bothersome, prove fruitless. As she is dragged, tied up, in to the house.

Into the hallway.. then the living room, through a door.. down the stairs, through a hallway.. through a heavily secured door, and finally into a small room and pushed and tied into a chair with experienced movements. The room is mostly empty. With a smooth concrete floor, tiled walls and a light in the ceiling. There is drainage in the middle of the room, along with a hose by the side of the wall. The room was clearly designed for easy maintenance.

Of course Ruby kicks, screaming profanities all the while. "Nero fucking fuck you! What the hell is this? Where is Nico??" She demands, arguing as she struggles against her bonds. Nero replies very simply, snorting in grim amusement at her insults. "Interesting choice of words." However he ignores her other question, he wasn't here to accommodate her.

"I have a wide variety if you want fucking interesting!"

This time he turns around. Looking at her. "Will see if you learn quickly. Judging from my experience with you I doubt that." He moves slowly to the wall, where he placed the crowbar. Eyeing it as he waits for her reply. "Let me go and try me one on one you fucking coward"

"You remember what you said..? That you wanted to see if I could find you?" He asks, looking almost bored. "On your own you fucking cheating ass bitch." Ruby spits the words out at him, as if it was venom.

Nero snorts again. Did he expect her to act civil? No. Did he expect her to be scared? Nero hoped she would have some common sense, but clearly that wasn't the case here. "It's not cheating to have an army, it's power." He replies, finally picking up the crowbar and weighing it in his hands.

"If it's between the two of us then fucking yeah it is cheating!" She squirmed, not liking the potential of the crowbar. "One on one if you actually want a fair fight."

"Life isn't fair." The vampire shrugs, staring towards her. His expression took on a more cold appearance, the overhead light not doing much to change his apparent demeanour.

"Not for lack of trying..."

"Hm?" Nero walks over, gently tapping her knee with the crowbar to encourage that reflex induced jerk of the leg. Smiling when her body responds as it's naturally made to do. Ruby squirms, trying to curl her leg out of the way. It's difficult, with her legs tied to the chair. "Where is Nico?" She asks instead, ignoring him.

"Dead." Nero says, about as interested as if she asked him about the weather. "Do you remember what else you taunted me to do? What was so uncreative?" He asks instead.

He's ignored again. "The fuck do you mean, he's dead?" Her voice cracked. He presses her again, giving her another chance to answer. To at least hint at some form of respect towards his person. "You don't want to answer?"

"Where is Nico?" She asked instead, trying to sound more demanding.

This time Nero sneers, baring his teeth in anger. "And you still don't have an ounce of respect for me." And with the fresh reminder of her actions he doesn't hesitate, lifting the crowbar over his shoulder and striking down against her knee. Beating down on the fragile joint there. Ruby cries out, straining as much as she could against the pain.

"I told you I would shatter you kneecaps. Since you seem to have forgotten." He says, now smiling at her. Taunting her in sadistic glee. He felt empowered. Ruby gasps out a swearword, shaking with pain and adrenaline, "Fuck.."

Nero however continues his monologue. "Though you have pissed me off, so I might just fucking pry them off you instead. With all your fucking sassing. 'Whiny Bitch' was it?" He lifts the crowbar to strike at the same knee when he reminds himself of her insults. "You still think it's fucking uncreative?" He leans in after the next hit and grabs her hair, yanking her head back. "I have never had anyone I have done so much for insult me like you have."

"Yeah..." She choked out. "Uncreative..."

Nero sneers at her reply again, baring his teeth. "Oh I will try to spice it up then, just for you." He yanks her head to the side and away before letting go, moving back to lift the crowbar and hit her knee again. Choking a pained sob from Ruby. However he seems more than enraged now, not giving her any pause. Lifting the crowbar he takes the pointy side and stabs it into the side of her knee. Not particularly precisely as he tries to quite frankly pry up her kneecap from the tendons attaching it to her leg. Ruby screams and swears, wanting to get away from the agony.

It wouldn't take much time for him to rip the kneecap and the tendons off and away from her body. The vampiric strength made it easy enough, even for him. But he takes his time. Working on the gruesome task without much care for her gasping. She hasn't even starting begging yet.

Eventually though the tendons do rip and the bone is free. Sadly there is plenty of skin left in place to keep it there. So Nero starts roughly chopping into her flesh with the crowbar. It was nowhere near the surgical precision that would be preferred, but Nero didn't want it to be clean and precise. He keeps going until a chunk of her skin, bone and tissue actually separates from her body, Nero hooking onto it with the crowbar to dangle it in the air in front of her. "Am I still being uncreative Ruby..?" He asks, spitting out her name between clenched teeth.

Ruby doesn't answer, gasping from pain as her body reacted in gruesome ways. The contents of her stomach spilling across her torso as the pain overtakes her body. Nero grimaces and steps back, intending for her to rest before he continued on the other leg. Even if he intended to burn the wound, she couldn't be allowed to bleed out. While he puts away the crowbar she gasps out a word against the pain "Nico..."

Nero turns around just briefly, looking at her with a glare. "And you still refuse to answer me. Not even the basic respect." He says, ignoring her nagging demands before leaving. He needed to come get a blowtorch. Ruby doesn't say anything, trying too wiggle out her wrists, to try and get away while he isn't there. But it doesn't take him long, holding a semi large butane torch that he holds on a far distance from himself as he lights it up. Flinching at the bright blue flame before he walks over to her and almost nonchalantly sears the bleeding, gaping flesh wound that was her knee. Quickly lifting the torch back up again as walks over to the wall to lean back against it, putting the torch on the ground. Now he was simply staring at her.

"I'm never eating BBQ again..." She mumbled, barely hanging on for the moment, tugging at a wrist. Nero answers somewhat amused. "Oh yeah, great reason to turn vegetarian." He says, taking out wet wipes to clean up his hands. Picking up his phone to stare at the screen.

"Rumor has it you're a leech.." Ruby mumbles.

Nero looks up from his screen. "Not as much as you."

"pfft... I know you are, but what am I?" She says. Nero answering with a harsh tone. "A parasite on everything and everyone around you." He would wait an hour, he didn't want her to enjoy that adrenaline rush too much. "Says the leech." She scoffed, looking somewhat disoriented "Fuck..."

"That's the funny part. I drink blood and yet it doesn't compare with how much life you suck out of everyone." He pouts, mocking her.

"Mmm... That's the assassin part probably."

"No respect what so fucking ever." Nero mumbles to himself. Staring at his phone when she gives yet another snarky remark. "Kind of hard to bend the knee when you haven't got one." She shrugs against the pain.

"Soon you won't have the other." He mumbles again, trough clenched teeth. Shaking his head in disbelief at her next remark. "Damn. That sucks." Nero doesn't say anything else, occupied with his phone.

"Damn..." She scoffed. "Shock is one bitch if a drug."

"Yeah, wouldn't want you to miss out on the whole experience. I wouldn't want to be uncreative and let you think I was boring... so we are waiting." He remarks, dryly. "How considerate..." She grumbles, taking a breath. "Let me thank you for thinking of me..."

Nero scoffs. "What is it you're wanting out of this, Nero...?" She asks him, her voice strained with pain. "I want you and everyone to see that I can't be fucking stepped over and insulted." He answers.

"Mm... Is that why Franz isn't here?" She asks quietly. "Shocked I decide I have had enough myself?" He asks back. Raising his brows in mockery. "No. Not surprised you're showing everyone but him your point though."

"He isn't the one that needs it." Nero snarls, barking out the words. "Everyone has this idea that I can't possibly stand up for my words."

"Well, making others unable to certainly gives you an advantage." She says. Another snarky remark.

This time Nero just stares at her, with a blank expression."Do you want me to kill you?" He finally asks her rather bluntly.

"Not particularly but I feel I don't have a say right now so it doesn't matter." She answers, tired. "You have a strange look on life. You don't think you have a say in it, yet you make fun of me and insult me.. uh huh." He licks the inside of his cheek. Glaring at her. "Yeah. Basically. What happens happens. Me being nice right now won't make you just change your mind and let me go." She answers.

"It sure as fuck is making it worse." He says with a heavy sigh. "But I feel like you have snapped out of your adrenaline.. so let's finish this up." Moving to lift up his crowbar. He wasn't sure if she was mad or arrogant. Mocking him where he would be begging for mercy in his situation, screaming apologies. Ruby flinches when he gets closer, closing her eyes as she awaited the pain.

"Nothing?" He asks, waiting in front of her with the crowbar hanging low in his grip. "Good. Shame I can't reward it." He stares down at her.

"Just do it." She says with teeth clenched.

"So much spirit.." He shakes his head, smiling sadistically as he taps the crowbar against her knee, causing the same reflexive reaction of her leg jerking up gently a few times. Ruby flinches and whimpers, closing her eyes tightly. "I wonder if they will cut your legs off." He mumbles to himself, curious. He lifts the crowbar up and slams it into her undamaged knee, before stopping and looking at her again. "So. Still uncreative?" Ruby doesn't reply, screaming from pain. This time Nero waits, taking his time to have her stop screaming so he could at least give her a chance to answer. See how long she would try and deny him. "Fuck.." She gasps, tears rolling down her cheeks with pain. "You better answer me." Nero insists, threatens even. A dark tone to his voice.

"Yea." It's short, and she is pain. But to Nero it reads clear as day just how insulting she was being.

So the vampire scoffs, and this time he doesn't smash her knee with the crowbar, instead he goes straight to the stabbing motion. Trying to pry the crowbar roughly down into her knee to try and start prying the knee cap up. He would again drag this out, yanking roughly back and forth and scraping against the bones of her knee joint as he tore the tendons apart with the blunt metal tool. It doesn't take long for Ruby to wait, roughly snapping back to reality as the pain doesn't stop with a choked scream, her voice cracking. Nero doesn't pay much attention to her well being, but he stops when she doesn't move. Waiting to see her come back to it. So he takes a moment, simply standing there with the bloody crowbar. But as soon as she seem to gather her senses he continues, this time prying the long curved part of the crowbar into the gash and under the skin, feeling into the cracks between her bones and roughly shoving it under her knee cap before tugging up and away. Slowly tearing the bone away from the tendons holding it down..

"Stop!" She finally begs, and Nero stops the tearing, looking at her as he lets the crowbar stay in the wedged position in her joint. "Fuck, stop. Please.." She continues.

"A bit late don't you think? You just complained that I was uncreative. I have to prove you wrong." He taunts, leaning over to be a bit closer to her face. Finally answering her. "You are. I.. fuck... I'm gonna pass out..." She was shaking from the pain now.

"What do you say?" He says, leaning close to her face.

"About what?" Her head rolls back, her body trying to cope between the agony she has just experienced. It wasn't strange she couldn't think. It was a miracle she hasn't passed out. Or died. Partially thanks to her experience as an assassin, no doubt. "Well that's up to you." Nero answers. He wanted her to come up with something. He didn't want to have to spell it out for her.

"Fuck..." She took a deep breath. "Where's Nico?"

Nero leans back again, shaking his head with an angry sneer. He doesn't know what he expected. Without another word, and without an answer he yanks on the crowbar, ripping trough her flesh in a rough motion until the bone and whatever tissue came off with it comes loose. Falling to the floor as he taps the crowbar against the concrete. Ruby screaming again at the pain. Nero clearly wasn't interested in playing games. She didn't answer his questions and yet she demanded answers. It was clear as day to the vampire that there was no respect in her. But he was starting to doubt if he would ever see it. Instead he tosses the crowbar to the side nonchalantly and without any care, and picks up the torch. He lights it again, just as carefully as last time, before he walks over to her, intending to burn the wound. The bound woman wiggling to get away from him without much luck, though she manages to trip the chair over, falling onto the floor and sending shock waves trough her cracked legs. Nero however doesn't show much mercy, he grabs hold of the damaged leg and roughly and painfully yanks it forward to get access to it, before putting the hot flame against the bleeding wound. It results in more screams.

He quickly turns off the torch, happy to not have to use it again. And puts it aside, even if a tad more gently. He walks over to her again and crouches so that he was close to where she was laying. "You know what the best part will be? How much you are going to suffer when not a single person gives a fuck that I did this to you. You are going to see everyone smiling, and joking and wanting to spend time with me and god will it hurt you." He taunts her, speaking with a sweet, sadistic tone. Full of spite.

"You act as if that's something new..." She says between gasps, swallowing away the soreness of her throat.

"No. But it's going to hurt so much more." He whispers, as if telling a secret only he knew. "And this time you will be alone at the hospital. And perhaps you will look back and actually appreciate all the fucking things I did for you." He snarls before standing up. "Or you won't. God knows you don't learn." He cleans off his hands again. Trying to consider his steps before he was going to prepare the mental torture, all the memories he would implant into her head.

"You didn't have to..." She sniffles, the slightest movement of her toes shooting fire through her body. "No. I know. That's why it hurts so much to listen to you repeating how none of it was good enough, or how you don't think I did it for you." He answers. Grimacing to himself.

"Like you cared enough to do anything just for me..." She mutters. "Why would you?"

This shit again. How Nero hated it, this repeating nonsense. Did it even matter what he said? Or would she just later forget it as always. It fills him with rage. "Because I wanted to. Because I didn't want you to be alone. Or go trough things alone. Or to be alone. Because I fucking felt like it you dumb, fucking, bitch." He spits out the last few words, walking over to the chair again.

"why the fuck would you even care though? If I'm always such a pain? If I tried to kill you? If I'm such a dumb, fucking bitch? Why the fuck would you care?"

"Because I wanted to. You fucking moron!" He shrieks suddenly, his voice booming in the small room. His emotions spilling over.

"For what possible purpose?!" She cried back, shaking.

Nero lifts his arms, hands pulling back on his hair and squeeze his head with stress and frustration as he groaned. He wanted to kick something, but decides against it. Shaking his head he ignores her, giving up on this conversation.

Instead he moves to grab her by the hair and roughly pull her, her body and the chair back up on it's legs. Very obviously showing that he was capable of more than an average human would be. Ruby crying and whimpering as she strained against the painful hold. "There was no purpose. That's the sad fucking part. I did it for no fucking reason what so ever. And god do I regret it." He exaggerates the word. Leaning in close as he hisses the words into her face before roughly yanking her head away again.

"And why are you doing this then?" She choked out. "Why do you seem so he'll bent on caring what I think or do when... Why...?"

"I told you why." He says. "Because you told me you wanted me to. You didn't think I could be serious. And I need people to learn that I can. You included. Some respect would do you well." He sneers at her.

"You'd be better off just forgetting about me, Nero. Save us both the effort. Because nothing either of us do will make the other happy!" She says, her voice choking with pain and exhaustion.

"No, you have proved as much." He snorts. "And I will try my best."

Nero was clearly done talking. At least in that sense of the word. He grabs hold of her hair and yanks her head back to stare into her eyes. He wanted to implement the memories and get it over it. Knowing full well that it would take him. He speaks to her, reshaping her mind he begins to form the new memories in her head.

Embedding a memory at a point of distress in her recent past, adding in a story of her torturing and hurting Nico. The child pleading, crying and screaming her name as she snapped bones, kicked and stomped on his little body. He ends the memory with her choking her child dead, until the throat gave in under her grip and his body went limp.

He didn't need it to be realistic. He just wanted her to remember it.

Somewhere under this process Franz would peek in. And in a morbidly humorous moment Nero would simply say 'busy' as if it was a bathroom he was occupying and not sitting and torturing someone.

Once he finished he would remove the memories of Nico prior to that event, even if it was just a day or so. And removed her now fresh memory of his tampering with her mind. And when that was done Nero stepped away from her and went out of the room to get his goons. Telling his men to drag Ruby up and to dump her at the side of the road somewhere.

He was done.

#torture tw #abuse tw #drabble #[DeadHauntingInHisBlood.Nero.]

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blueroseblaze · 5 years

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Wreck: Chapter 3

Nero stepped through the door of the apartment, studying the almost untouched state of the place.

Nothing had been moved or changed since they left for their mission. The pillows from the sofa were still strewn about with little regard. The same pairs of shoes and boots littered the entry way with none being added or removed. None of the dinning chairs had been moved to what he could see. Even the rhythmic drip of the leaky kitchen faucet, which could be stopped with just a tug of the cold water handle, still continued on with no interference.

Nero cautiously tread through the apartment, looking for any sign of life. Only to come up empty handed.

No one answered the phone when he had called from the hospital earlier that morning. When he called Lady and Trish they answered within moments. When he called Patty and Morrison, they both answered within 5 rings. Dante was a dick and let his phone ring until the last second, and Kyrie missed it but immediately called him back.

It didn’t worry him too much, none of them were good at answering the apartment phone anyway. It was when he received no answer from the van’s phone that made him worry. Nico was always one to give him shit for breaking the third ring rule, to the point where they dropped it and just had Nero call her. Nico never didn’t answer the phone in the van, she would always drop whatever she was doing to answer it if no one else did. Communication was key in their line of work, and Nero’s had been one sided for days.

He walked over to the land line that sat on an end table in the living room, he cleared all the missed calls and voicemails that he left and listened to the ones not from him. Some were scams, some were from Patty wanting to leave an excited welcome home message for (Y/N). He smiled at her cheerfulness, wishing he had such a positive outlook on life.

His attention was pulled away by a loud clang coming from the garage door. His brow knit together curiously as he followed the noises. As he approached the door, he could hear more clangs and crashes, like tools being discarded haphazardly. He could also pick up a few swears spoken in a familiar southern drawl.

He carefully opened the door, like he was almost afraid of what was on the other side. The door slowly fell open, creaking on it’s aged hinges. Almost immediately his senses were bombarded with a smog of cigarette smoke and rust. His eyes started watering as he stepped deeper into the garage, waving his hand in front of his face to waft the stench away, to no avail. He took note of the numerous empty and crushed energy drink cans littering the floor. He carelessly discarded them with his boot as he shuffled through the mess.

His view of the garage was mostly obscured by the massive van sitting in the center, the neon Devil May Cry sign was shut off the dull lettering reflecting the mood of the space. The body of the van was covered in scratched and gashes through the metal frame, some panels of metal just barely hanging on. The hood was propped up, and the drivers side door was open, allowing him to see through the front row to the other side, where he heard the continued cursing coming from.

“Damnit!” a quiet voice hissed from the other side of the van.

Nero stalked around the front of the van, cautiously peeking around the vehicle to the crouched form on the ground. The mess leading to the garage door was nothing compared to the trash pile Nico had nested herself in.

With a lit cigarette in her mouth, Nico stared annoyed at the decimated passenger side door, or what was left of it. Around her were several open cans of liquid sugar and alcohol. Many tools were also strewn about the concrete floor, with no order or system to speak of. Nico -despite being the crazy grease monkey she was- always kept her work space and instruments organized, only really getting messy when she was using a select set of tools for a project. But this? Nero has never seen so many wrenches, pliers, cables and ratchets scattered across the ground.

That wasn’t even to describe the state Nico herself was in. Her hair was greasy and unkempt, messily tied back rather than pushed back and fluffed up like it normally was. Her clothes, which were never really clean in the first place, were covered in grease and what Nero worriedly suspected was some blood too. Her face was haggard, devoid of any positive emotion, the skin around her eyes was sagging and dark and her eyes were blood shot and hazed over.

She lazily took a drag of her cigarette, tapping the loose ashes away to the floor with little thought, which was probably insanely dangerous to do next to an almost armored vehicle. She didn’t even turn to regard the white haired devil hunter, probably not knowing he was even there.

“Nico?” Nero prodded carefully.

“Hey, Nero,” she replied still not turning her head. Her voice was low, slurring with clear exhaustion.

Nero leaned his body against the open hood of the van looking down at Nico as she kept staring at the damaged door frame.

“What have you been doing?” he asked not wanting to bring up the missed calls just yet.

Nico puffed on her cigarette, exhaling another cloud of tobacco into the confined space, just adding to the awful smell permeating through the air.

“Working,” Nico replied simply.

Nero sighed before kicking a discarded can across the room, the sound of the aluminum bouncing around concrete ringing out throughout the garage. He looked back to Nico, who hadn’t even flinched at the sharp loud noise. The silence that followed grew more and more in awkwardness as the seconds ticked by. Nero pursed his lips, looking for the right thing to say. It was obvious Nico was in no mood to be snarky or partake in small talk. Her face and general demeanor was a clear, “don’t fucking talk to me,” sign. It sent a sense of unease through Nero’s system, seeing what was basically the opposite of the Nico he knew.

“(Y/N) is doing fine. She woke up last night and she’s okay,” Nero explained.

“And you just left her there? Alone?” Nico snapped, suddenly becoming more visceral.

“I waited until she woke up and then told her I was coming back here,” Nero said growing slightly annoyed at her accusatory tone, “I tried calling you, several times, but you wouldn’t pick up.”

“Well I’m sorry! But I’ve been a little busy here!” she snapped at him, her voice growing louder, more laced with venom as she spit her excuse towards him. She removed the cigarette from her lips, extinguishing it on an ashtray placed on the floor near her. She stood from her spot on the ground wobbling a little as she turned her back and walked away, running her hand through her messy hair.

Nero felt a little anger growing in his chest as he raised himself from the hood of the van to stand up straight. He crossed his arms over his chest, his broad shoulder tensing.

“You constantly got on my ass for not picking up the phone fast enough. even when I’m out hunting demons, but when I’m calling from the fucking hospital to tell you how our friend is doing you just give me silence!” Nero yelled.

Nico spun around, almost fast enough for her red glasses to slide down her nose. She had rage in her tired eyes as her chest moved with her angry huffs. Her boots slammed against the floor as she cleared the space between them in only a few strides. Their chests were mere inches apart when Nico poked her finger into Nero’s sternum.

“That’s because you’re a dumbass who can’t keep track of time! Meanwhile, I’m back here working on something really fucking important, but I guess not to you!” Nico yelled in his face, her breath reeked of tobacco and a cocktail of disgusting smelling things with an absence of toothpaste or mints.

Now it was Nero’s turn to huff and puff in anger.

“Do you have any idea how disappointed she was when I told her you hadn’t even picked up the phone or bothered to come and see her in the hospital?” he asked his voice slowly raising, “She was out of it for three days and not once to you even bother to call and ask if she was okay!”

He jerked away from Nico’s accusatory poking before continuing his rant.

“Patty was able to stop by, Lady called the hospital asking if (Y/N) was okay, but I called the van directly and you didn’t even pick up. You answered me once and the hung up after I said she was alive. Do you know how much that hurt her? Do you even care?”

“OF COURSE, I CARE!” Nico screamed, “You think I don’t care about her? Or what happened? You think that I’ve had even a wink of sleep these past few days? You think I’ve done anything but worry and work on this god forsaken van!?”

As she screams, she started lashing out flailing her arms in rage and kicking the side of the van several times, like it would help anything at all. Nero saw how she squeezed her eyes shut, barring and grinding her teeth as her breathing became more ragged with each violent action. Her knuckles turned white as she clenched her fists tight, trying to hold back an even greater rage she was feeling. Nero worried for a moment that she would hurt herself as she continued to beat on the van, hurling expletives and ravings at it like it had slighted her grandmother.

Nero let her flush all the anger out of her system, watching as her attacks on the vehicle slowly decreased in power and volume. Her breathing was all over the place, gasps and uneven pants replacing her curses and insults. She leaned her forearms against the side of the van, her back hunched and the top of her head pressed against the cold and abused metal. Her back shook with her uneven breaths, and Nero saw the little droplets that fell to the garage floor at her feet.

“So that this never happens again,” she said, her voice hoarse, shaky, unsure yet determined.

“What?” Nero asked softly, not picking upon the context during her tirade.

“I’ve been working…” she started, trailing off as her voice shook, “So that this never… happens… again.”

Nico raised her head to look at Nero. Her whole face was red and splotchy, her cheeks were stained with tear tracks, and the lenses of her glasses had fogged up. Her face contorted with sadness, anger, and what looked like guilt. She pulled herself away from the van turning her head as to not look at Nero. Her arms crossed around her body, hugged herself tightly. Nero had never seen Nico so vulnerable and insecure before.

Nero’s whole posture had relaxed as he stepped towards her. As carefully as he could muster, he encircled his arms around her, holding her close to him. He felt her burry her face into his chest as her sobs continued. She didn’t unwind her own arms to return the gesture, just letting Nero hold her as she cried. One of Nero’s hand rested flat against her back, while the other cradled her head closer to him. He hushed her as she cried trying in vain to calm her down.

“It’s my fault,” she hiccupped, “It’s all my fault.”

“That’s not true,” Nero replied sharply.

“I wasn’t paying attention, I should have seen the damage. I shouldn’t have gone for that jump.”

She continued sobbing into Nero’s wine red sweater.

“I should have stopped or slowed down. If… if I didn’t go for it, she wouldn’t have fallen out… It’s my fault she got hurt. A-and I saw her… I saw her fall and I didn’t do anything. Even after I stopped I-I just stared...”

“There was nothing you could do,” Nero explained, his voice soft ginger as he stroking the mechanic’s back calmingly, “There was nothing anyone could do. It was already too late. I should have seen the demon on the side, but I didn’t. I should have seen her fall, but I didn’t. No one knew that she wasn’t safe anymore. But it’s okay now, she’s alive, she’s healing. All we can do now is be there for her, right?”

He felt her nod against his chest, letting out a few more hiccups as she reached up to wipe the stray tears from her eyes. Her breathing began to even out, slow and deep and her shaking subsided.

“She’s not mad at you,” Nero said, “She doesn’t blame you. She was just upset that you didn’t come to see her. She was worried about you.”

“Was she upset when she woke up because of how bad you smell?” Nico teased, laughing through the last of her hiccups, “You smell like you crawled out a demons ass.”

“Oh, and you smell like a field of roses,” Nero smugly replied.

“Gross, you flirting with me?” Nico asked.

“Just for that…” Nero said, as he began to smother Nico into his sweater as she fought against him cackling.

They both fought against each other laughing as Nero refused to let Nico go to breath. It was rare they both had something to mutually laugh at together. They both just liked taking to piss with each other and really only laughed together when (Y/N) told a good joke on the way to or from a mission.

Eventually Nero relented, releasing Nico who returned the sentiment by calling him an asshole and punching him in the chest, which did little to hurt him. He laughed and humored her by raising his hand to where her fist connected. They giggled like kids together, their laughs slowly dissipating, and an uncomfortable silence fell over them.

“We should both clean up and get some rest, it doesn’t look like you’ve slept, and I’ve been crashing on a hospital couch for three days. We can go see (Y/N) later, she’ll be thrilled to see you,” Nero said, laying a hand on Nico’s shoulder.

She nodded and understanding smile graced her freckled cheeks before fading just as fast as it appeared.

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thedyingmoon · 5 years

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe wherein fancy Nero gets schooled by V. 🖤

~ That's my Bloody Palace screenshot ( What level am I now? Nah, I'm not telling ). 🖤

~ I hope you enjoy this part, @heaven-on-a-landslide and @acieoj ! 🖤

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"She's just tired as hell. You'll see her in the morning."

At least, that's what Nico said.

But then, V should've known better.

The next morning, the girl left a note on the glass top table, saying something about going to a friend's and staying there until Saturday. Somehow, the chit got past him without making any noise to wake any of them ( that's him, Nero, Griffon, and Shadow ) up, who all snoozed on the living room in sleeping cots provided by Nico, who spent the rest of the night on the guest room. V, being the most alert among all of them inside the unit, didn't hear her footsteps, even the creak of the door. What's more, Nico found out that the formal wear she provided for her was also gone.

Which meant that, to V's frustration, they will not be able to see her until the event, itself, which would take place the next day.

And so, the day finally arrived.

Nero was struggling with the lacy jabot on his neck, grimacing at it, and how he looked as a whole, in the mirror every once in a while.

And to add further insult to the injury, Griffon, who was flapping his wings non stop above his head, was laughing at him really hard.

The young and dashing Devil Hunter, who recently became famous for defeating the infamous Demon King Urizen, who almost plunged Red Grave with Qliphoth roots, let out a loud curse and threw the jabot on the floor.

Nico, who just finished putting on her dress and makeup on the guest room, heard this and came out, curious as to the source of that very colorful language.

And when she finally saw what Nero looked like, she could not help but double over in stomach pain as she failed to suppress her laughter.

"FUCK!" Nero cursed, angry at the tattooed woman who was still laughing her ass off at his appearance. "You think this is funny?!"

"What the hell are you wearin'?!" Nico bursted out through her uncontrolled fits of laughter.

"I bet it's her grandma's dress!" Insulted Griffon, which only made Nico laugh even more, and Nero angrier.

"SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU FUCKING BIRD!"

"W-w-wait, don't tell me your granny wore that to snag herself a boyfriend in the eighteenth century?!" Nico added.

"I swear if you don't stop - " Nero warned, then clicked his tongue, unable to stop the woman and the bird from laughing. It's true. With the heavy, lace coat of powder blue and purple ensemble, the equally lacy white undershirt, the pair of black breeches, the white knee - high socks, and the high - heeled pair of dancing shoes, Nero absolutely looked like a bratty, noble kid who came directly from the French Revolution era, or earlier.

"What? You'll hit me?" Nico taunted, pointing at Nero with a finger, flaunting her carefully manicured nail.

Griffon picked the jabot from the floor, graciously, if not mockingly, giving it back to Nero. "Here, you forgot this, Your High Nobleness."

Nero snatched the jabot from Griffon's talon, almost damaging it, and said, "Just to inform you, Credo owned this, not me!"

"Kyrie's older brother, huh?" Nico asked.

"Yes, him!" Nero answered, almost wrongfully getting mad at someone who was innocently and peacefully resting six feet under the grounds of Fortuna. "And, I'm not wearing this FUCKING thing!" he announced through gritted teeth, starting to remove the offensive - smelling coat. Apparently, Kyrie found it proper to drench the thing with an awful amount of floral fabric conditioner, making Nero reek of fresh flowers.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!" Nico held her hands up, stopping Nero's movements. "I'm telling Kyrie if you do that! You'll make her cry, man!"

"No! Don't you dare tell her."

"Stop being a bitch! It isn't that,..." Nico said, failing in her attempt to lie at him with her mirthful eyes. "... bad."

"Ha! You think I look bad? Just wait for V!" Nero mocked, hands on his hips like the "nobleman" that he was. "He crammed yesterday looking for one, since he didn't find any last Thursday."

"Ya think?" Griffon maliciously asked, his eyes devilishly looking down at Nero's pitiful and funny form. He flew towards the bathroom and shouted, "Hey, Shakespeare, you done now, or what? The pimple kid is mocking you! Come out already!"

"You'll see." Nero mouthed at Nico with a sinister smile, so sure that V would look even worse than him.

Oh, how very wrong he was.

When V finally came out, Nico's mouth dropped open in shameless admiration, and Griffon beamed with pride for his boy. Shadow, who was patiently waiting for V to come out, stretched her forelegs, yawned, baring her fangs at Nero, and went to her master with a proud swish of her tail. She was getting tired looking at the boy for an hour, and the sight of V changed into his formal wear was a real fresh change.

Nero, in an infernal kind of frustration, took off his coat and flung it to the other end of the room, knocking off one of the painted vases, making it plummet to the ground and break into tiny little pieces.

"Hey, psycho!" Nico shrieked at him. "Watch the furniture!"

"FUCK!"

***

The massive ballroom that held about a hundred people was, indeed, the topic of every male and female guests. The three crystal chandeliers that shone illuminated the pleasant below. The black - clad musicians mainly played jazz, and would sometimes add in classical numbers for the dances like the foxtrot and the waltz. The food was great, courtesy of the best chefs in the city, and the rich vintage, matched by the sparkling ones for the ladies, that was being offered by the maroon - liveried servants, never warmed, always cool and ready for some hot - headed guests.

The head of the house, who sat at the tallest box with some servants at his tow, watched in admiration for his feat of bringing together the country's most powerful Demon Hunters. He chuckled at the sight of the two most powerful ladies in the room, lively chatting with some noobs. He grunted at the sight of that lone man who was pestering the servants with more wine. But, most of all, he was getting anxious, for his most awaited guest have yet to arrive -

"Sire," a servant whispered to his ear. "Nero of the Devil May Cry Agency has finally arrived with his, ah, entourage."

The lord of the house rubbed his hands. "Perfect. Kindly inform the musicians to sound in their classics. I want to make this dramatic."

"Naturally." the servant nodded and left at once.

But, Nero and company was not aware of this, and the importance the lord actually held for him. So, when he descended the stairs, fancy coat, lacy jabot, sleek hair, and all, he could not help but miss a few steps at the sudden change of music, almost stumbling down if it weren't for Nico who helped him by holding unto his arm as tight as she could to prevent him from falling to the carpeted ground.

"Get a grip, man!" Nico, who began sweating, whispered savagely at him. "Hold it together."

"How coud I - !" Nero whispered back. "They didn't have to change the goddamn music!"

Nero was right. Now that the rest of the Demon Hunters in the room noticed his fanciness, and the matching harpsichordy - classical music, they couldn't help but giggle at his grand entrance.

"Stomach in, chest out." V, who was descending beside him, whispered to him in that velvety - low voice of his, subtly slamming the tip of his cane on Nero's back. "Chin,... up and proud."

Nero, who was honestly mad at V for wearing a less fancy formal attire and seriously thinking that he was just being mocked by the man, retorted angrily. "Stop embarrassing the hell outta me!" he gritted.

V gave him a sideways glance, jade eyes dangerously narrow and wicked grin deathly threatening. "I'm teaching you how not to embarrass yourself even further with that,... attitude of yours." he warned. "Now, if you do not want to stumble all the way down and sully the name of your great father, and his even greater father before him, I suggest you follow,..." then, as if by one last ounce of threat, V pushed the tip of his cane harder unto Nero's back, hurting him and making him stand up straight in the process as a gentleman should. "... my unsolicited and valuable pieces of instruction."

"Damn you, V - " angrily whispered Nero, gaining him a painful pinch from Nico, who was still holding unto his right arm. "Ouch!"

"Do as the man says or I'll hurt you!"

And so, with so much struggle, Nero finally made it down the stairs, surviving Nico's vicegrip and V's cold stare. And once he was down, the younger, less experienced Demon Hunters, who came there before them, started bugging him with questions regarding the Demon King he recently defeated.

V, having isolated himself from the crowd that started to form near Nero and Nico, breathed a sigh of relief. He leaned on the wall, watching them from a safe distance, when the classical music came to a halt.

If it weren't for the boy's lovely attitude, V would've enjoyed the evening. It was a fine event, after all, not considering the danger they would possibly get into later.

Some refined Demon Hunters, who actually bothered to listen to the otherwise boring music, clapped their hands, giving the artists enough motivation to start a new one. The leader signalled for a change of genre and a turn of a page, and when the musicians started playing once more, the room was filled with the most beautiful bossa nova that V has ever heard. These men really do have talent, he admitted.

And as if by some magical and wild form of chance, a very familiar scent made its way towards his nostrils.

Flowers. Freshly blooming in the morning.

He looked up at the staircase,...

... and became wide - eyed at the spectacle that was unfolding right before him.

For there, clad in something that only rivalled the stars above, was the most beautiful female he has ever seen in his entire, miserable, demonic and non - demonic existence.

***

🖤🖤🖤

#devil may cry 5 #v #amwriting #work in progress #v x reader #v x you #i see my future before me #chapter 6 #nero #nico #griffon #shadow #fanfiction

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

***

“She’s just tired as hell. You’ll see her in the morning.”

At least, that’s what Nico said.

But then, V should’ve known better.

The next morning, the girl left a note on the glass top table, saying something about going to a friend’s and staying there until Saturday. Somehow, the chit got past him without making any noise to wake any of them ( that’s him, Nero, Griffon, and Shadow ) up, who all snoozed on the living room in sleeping cots provided by Nico, who spent the rest of the night on the guest room. V, being the most alert among all of them inside the unit, didn’t hear her footsteps, even the creak of the door. What’s more, Nico found out that the formal wear she provided for her was also gone.

Which meant that, to V’s frustration, they will not be able to see her until the event, itself, which would take place the next day.

And so, the day finally arrived.

Nero was struggling with the lacy jabot on his neck, grimacing at it, and how he looked as a whole, in the mirror every once in a while.

And to add further insult to the injury, Griffon, who was flapping his wings non stop above his head, was laughing at him really hard.

Nico, who just finished putting on her dress and makeup on the guest room, heard this and came out, curious as to the source of that very colorful language.

And when she finally saw what Nero looked like, she could not help but double over in stomach pain as she failed to suppress her laughter.

“FUCK!” Nero cursed, angry at the tattooed woman who was still laughing her ass off at his appearance. “You think this is funny?!”

“What the hell are you wearin’?!” Nico burst out through her uncontrolled fits of laughter.

“I bet it’s his grandma’s dress!” Insulted Griffon, which only made Nico laugh even more, and Nero angrier.

“SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU FUCKING BIRD!”

“W-w-wait, don’t tell me your granny wore that to snag herself a boyfriend in the eighteenth century?!” Nico added.

“I swear if you don’t stop - ” Nero warned, then clicked his tongue, unable to stop the woman and the bird from laughing. It’s true. With the heavy, lace coat of powder blue and purple ensemble, the equally lacy white undershirt, the pair of black breeches, the white knee - high socks, and the high - heeled pair of dancing shoes, Nero absolutely looked like a bratty, noble kid who came directly from the French Revolution era, or earlier.

“What? You’ll hit me?” Nico taunted, pointing at Nero with a finger, flaunting her carefully manicured nail.

Griffon picked the jabot from the floor, graciously, if not mockingly, giving it back to Nero. “Here, you forgot this, Your High Nobleness.”

Nero snatched the jabot from Griffon’s talon, almost damaging it, and said, “Just to inform you, Credo owned this, not me!”

“Kyrie’s older brother, huh?” Nico asked.

“Yes, him!” Nero answered, almost wrongfully getting mad at someone who was innocently and peacefully resting six feet under the grounds of Fortuna. “And, I’m not wearing this FUCKING thing!” he announced through gritted teeth, starting to remove the offensive - smelling coat. Apparently, Kyrie found it proper to drench the thing with an awful amount of floral fabric conditioner, making Nero reek of fresh flowers.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!” Nico held her hands up, stopping Nero’s movements. “I’m telling Kyrie if you do that! You’ll make her cry, man!”

“No! Don’t you dare tell her.”

“Stop being a bitch! It isn’t that,…” Nico said, failing in her attempt to lie at him with her mirthful eyes. “… bad.”

“Ha! You think I look bad? Just wait for V!” Nero mocked, hands on his hips like the “nobleman” that he was. “He crammed yesterday looking for one, since he didn’t find any last Thursday.”

“Ya think?” Griffon maliciously asked, his eyes devilishly looking down at Nero’s pitiful and funny form. He flew towards the bathroom and shouted, “Hey, Shakespeare, you done now, or what? The pimple kid is mocking you! Come out already!”

“You’ll see.” Nero mouthed at Nico with a sinister smile, so sure that V would look even worse than him.

Oh, how very wrong he was.

When V finally came out, Nico’s mouth dropped open in shameless admiration, and Griffon beamed with pride for his boy. Shadow, who was patiently waiting for V to come out, stretched her forelegs, yawned, baring her fangs at Nero, and went to her master with a proud swish of her tail. She was getting tired looking at the boy for an hour, and the sight of V changed into his formal wear was a real fresh change.

“Hey, psycho!” Nico shrieked at him. “Watch the furniture!”

“FUCK!”

***

The head of the house, who sat at the tallest box with some servants at his tow, watched in admiration for his feat of bringing together the country’s most powerful Demon Hunters. He chuckled at the sight of the two most powerful ladies in the room, lively chatting with some noobs. He grunted at the sight of that lone man who was pestering the servants with more wine. But, most of all, he was getting anxious, for his most awaited guest have yet to arrive -

“Sire,” a servant whispered to his ear. “Nero of the Devil May Cry Agency has finally arrived with his, ah, entourage.”

The lord of the house rubbed his hands. “Perfect. Kindly inform the musicians to sound in their classics. I want to make this dramatic.”

“Naturally.” the servant nodded and left at once.

But, Nero and company was not aware of this, and the importance the lord actually held for him. So, when he descended the stairs, fancy coat, lacy jabot, sleek hair, and all, he could not help but miss a few steps at the sudden change of music, almost stumbling down if it weren’t for Nico who helped him by holding unto his arm as tight as she could to prevent him from falling to the carpeted ground.

“Get a grip, man!” Nico, who began sweating, whispered savagely at him. “Hold it together.”

“How could I - ?!” Nero whispered back. “They didn’t have to change the goddamn music!”

Nero was right. Now that the rest of the Demon Hunters in the room noticed his fanciness, and the matching harpsichordy - classical music, they couldn’t help but giggle at his grand entrance.

“Stomach in, chest out.” V, who was descending beside him, whispered to him in that velvety - low voice of his, subtly slamming the tip of his cane on Nero’s back. “Chin,… up and proud.”

Nero, who was honestly mad at V for wearing a less fancy formal attire and seriously thinking that he was just being mocked by the man, retorted angrily. “Stop embarrassing the hell outta me!” he gritted.

V gave him a sideways glance, jade eyes dangerously narrow and wicked grin deathly threatening. “I’m teaching you how not to embarrass yourself even further with that,… attitude of yours.” he warned. “Now, if you do not want to stumble all the way down and sully the name of your great father, and his even greater father before him, I suggest you follow,…” then, as if by one last ounce of threat, V pushed the tip of his cane harder unto Nero’s back, hurting him and making him stand up straight in the process as a gentleman should. “… my unsolicited and valuable pieces of instruction.”

“Damn you, V - ” angrily whispered Nero, gaining him a painful pinch from Nico, who was still holding unto his right arm. “Ouch!”

“Do as the man says or I’ll hurt you!”

And so, with so much struggle, Nero finally made it down the stairs, surviving Nico’s vice grip and V’s cold stare. And once he was down, the younger, less experienced Demon Hunters, who came there before them, started bugging him with questions regarding the Demon King he recently defeated.

If it weren’t for the boy’s lovely attitude, V would’ve enjoyed the evening. It was a fine event, after all, not considering the danger they would possibly get into later.

Some refined Demon Hunters, who actually bothered to listen to the otherwise boring music, clapped their hands, giving the artists enough motivation to start a new one. The leader signaled for a change of genre and a turn of a page, and when the musicians started playing once more, the room was filled with the most beautiful bossa nova that V has ever heard. These men really do have talent, he admitted.

And as if by some magical and wild form of chance, a very familiar scent made its way towards his nostrils.

Flowers. Freshly blooming in the morning.

He looked up at the staircase,…

… and became wide - eyed at the spectacle that was unfolding right before him.

For there, clad in something that only rivalled the stars above, was the most beautiful female he has ever seen in his entire, miserable, demonic and non - demonic existence.

***

🖤🖤🖤

***

#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #i see my future before me #v x reader #v x you #chapter 6 #a memorable evening #revised

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Treble Damages

fandom: Midnight Cinderella character: Byron Wagner

originally posted on main original timestap: 02 November 2015

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Chapter Two: the Schreien

At the foot of the mountains near Stein Palace was small cave. It would have been easily overlooked had it not been for the fact that four Stein knights were always stationed at the entrance, doing shifts every four and eight hours, routinely, without fail. Years ago, the four knights would have been triple in number, with prisoners in metal cages being dragged into the cave. But that was then and this is now, and the Schreien was silent.

Nico Meier had been to the Schreien once. Once. And he had never wanted to return to it ever. It wasn’t just a bad place. It was the stuff of nightmares. And not just for the people of Stein. The Schreien was known even as far off as Protea, where hushed whispers about the palace of screams were used to discipline stubborn children. As a young boy, Nico had heard of these stories in Wysteria too, and he remembered the look of fear in a playmate’s eyes when he was scolded for having taken apples without permission. Now that he was back in the full service to King Byron, he didn’t like it that he was here. Again. And that it was under His Majesty’s orders. It didn’t sit right with him.

But then again, these men had hurt Princess Tori.

He couldn’t deny to himself the sense of anticipation he felt when Albert told him they were going to go out hunting, or the disappointment that quickly followed when they were able to catch the culprits off guard at a tavern close to the borders to Wysteria. He had been trying to control his rage ever since that night and he wanted, craved, an outlet. He wanted those goddamn traitors to put up a fight, almost hungered for them to draw their swords and fight him so he could hurt them back and pay for what they did to the princess and Sir Alyn. But they didn’t, the fucking cowards. They couldn’t fight a band of fully armored knights but had the gall to hurt a princess escorted only by a handful of guards.

The sound of footsteps echoed from the stairs and King Byron appeared, flanked by four knights. Upon his approach, Nico immediately stepped out of the shadows.

“Your Majesty.” He bowed low.

“Alive?” King Byron asked.

“Bound and gagged.” Nico replied, straightening. “But they’re not cooperating. They say -”

“They will talk.” King Byron’s voice was flat, low and dangeroulsy confident. He wasn’t looking at Nico but instead was staring at the door with an intensity that the knight had never seen before.

Nico swallowed. There was something different about King Byron. Even the other knights were particularly quiet, not a creak in their armor as they stood attendant, almost as if they were afraid to be the object of a Wagner’s fury.

“The others?” “In separate cells, as you ordered.”

“Make sure they’re awake to hear this.” King Byron didn’t wait for him to reply instead, he nodded to the guard who opened the cell without question. The stench of blood and piss immediately met them and while Nico scrunched his nose in distaste, King Byron did nothing of the sort. He entered the cell and Nico could almost swear that a switch had been flicked somewhere in his Majesty’s mind; King Byron’s aura went from dangerous to downright lethal.

The prisoner sensed it too, his head snapping immediately towards King Byron’s direction, fear and surprise in his eyes. King Byron walked slowly towards the prisoner, who was pinned to the wall by metal shackles. “I will not talk!” The man growled like a cornered animal.

King Byron made no comment. He merely stared at the prisoner as if checking a painting on the wall. But Nico felt that it wasn’t an accurate description, no. Even with the King’s back to him, there was no mistaking the anger that reverberated from King Byron. And when he turned his head to look at him, Nico felt the color drain from his face, fear gripping his heart like a vice and squeazing, almost making him step back.

“The other prisoners are now awake?” The King asked. But it was as if it wasn’t King Byron, as if the face and the voice weren’t his.

For a moment, Nico dared not look away, his heart hammering against his chest, his feet almost reflexively trying to get away. He mentally slapped himself. Focus. He’s not the Tyrant. Nico looked to his side and saw the other knight nod.

“Yes, your Majesty.”

“Good.” He turned to look back at the prisoner and Nico found realized he had been holding his breath.

“I won’t talk even if you kill me!” The prisoner spat. “Same with the others! We swore -”

“Rest assured, I will not kill you.” King Byron’s voice was laced with poison, cutting of the prisoner’s sentence short as he extracted a dagger from somewhere in his person. Without so much as a warning, King Byron stabbed the prisoner’s hand. The prisoner shouted in agony, a slew of obscenities following every gasp of breath. “No.” King Byron repeated, this time he unsheathed his sword, unperturbed by the insults slung at him. “I will simply make you regret having crossed my path this way.”

*****

King Byron was silent as he rode back to the palace and even as he made his way back to his study. He could still hear the screams in his head, could still feel the way his sword pierced through flesh. He didn’t enjoy it, that much he was certain of, but it did not bother him as much as he thought it would. He could still remember the look Nico had on his face before he left: surprise, disbelief, followed by a small glint in the eyes that told Byron Nico understood the entire thing as being justified. Nico had been following his orders without quedstion. But Bryon wondered what had been going through Nico’s head the entire time they had been at the Schreien.

He had seen fear in Nico’s eyes. There was no mistaking it. It had just been though brief glances but it had been most apparent when Byron has been about to leave and ordered him to verify the information from the other prisoners. The fear was quickly replaced by the steely resolve he often saw in the knight’s eyes. But Byron saw it, and he knew what he saw.

Still, he did not regret a single thing he had done tonight. Tori had been hurt. Tori could have died. He needed to make sure he was decreasing the chances of it happening again.

He was willing to do even more. Just to ensure her safety.

When Bryon reached his study, he saw Albert waiting for him outside. As he approached, the knight bowed then straightened as he stopped in front of him.

“Your Majesty."

"Is Sid still here?”

The Captain nodded. “Waiting for you inside.”

“Very well.” Byron approached the door but stopped as Albert moved to join him. “I will speak to Sid alone, Albert.”

“With all due respect, I will advise against it. I do not trust that man one bit."

At this Byron smiled. "Your concern is noted but I will not repeat myself.”

Albert opened his mouth to say something but decided against it.

“See to the Princess.” Byron continued. “And inform me immediately if she wakes. It’s almost time for breakfast.”

“As you wish.” Albert bowed deeply again, mouth still set in a concerned frown. He then walked away adjusting his glasses as he did.

Sid was sitting on the sofa at the far end of the room, a glass of scotch on the table beside him. He looked up as Byron entered and neither of them spoke as Byron walked towards his desk. It was only when he settled himself on the chair did Sid speak. “You did something, didn’t you?"

Byron let out a deep sigh. He didn’t respond immediately but instead looked at Sid, noticing that the scotch was untouched. He let his gaze linger for a moment before resting his chin on his hand. "I was able to extract information. Nico is verifying it as we speak.”

“So the info I brought you was correct after all?"

"Regrettably.”

“Tch.” Sid grabbed his glass and downed his drink in one gulp. “Fucking traitors."

"They’re being dealt with.” Byron replied, remembering for a brief moment how the prisoner had begged before it had all been over.

“Good. To be honest, I had wished it was all a fluke. For once I wanted to be wrong, or someone didn’t do good on his end of the deal.”

“You are man who isn’t to be slighted. And they know this.”

Sid shook his head, pouring himself another drink. He was silent for a moment, and then turned to look outside. The sun was starting to rise above the eastern mountains. He downed his drink with one gulp again and sighed.

“The information I asked for?” Byron prompted, leaning back against his chair.

“Right.” Sid put down his glass. He leaned forward, elbows on his thighs. “I had some of my people ask around. Your hunch was correct; horses from Wysteria, supplies from Laurelia, and some weapons from Stein and Protea have been procured weeks prior. They made small pruchases, so as not to make it seem like they’re preparing for something big.

"The detractors - you already know this - are a combined forces of both loyalists to your father and those who oppose the princess system. Rumor has been going around that they instantly clicked. Enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? And I’ve been able to gather some hush-hush stuff, that certain nobilties are afraid of Stein and Wysteria joining forces. So they’re backing up the detractors with money and supplies. You know how some young ones of the old families can be.

"But I’m still working on finding out who their main man is in Wysteria. Whoever he is, he’s pretty good in hiding his tracks.” He stood up and handed Byron a piece of paper, “Some of the names are there but it’s still lacking.”

Byron nodded, taking the parchment and looking over the surnames, committing them to memory. “This fills in the holes to what I know."

"And?”

“And the picture I have in my head is not ideal."

Silence.

"Someone is really after Tori, then?”

Byron frowned. He wanted to convince himself that Sid had only casually uttered Tori’s name, and had not been so gentle in saying it. He wanted to believe that he was only tired and he was hearing things, seeing too much and forcing unrelated things to connect. But Byron couldn’t deny the fact that he didn’t like the way Sid said her name, or that there was a gnawing thing inside his chest that was forcing him to feel things he never knew he could feel.

Sid raised his brows. “What? That much you can tell me, right?”

Byron steered his thoughts away from his emotions and hoped that Sid did not notice the change in his mood. It had been a long night and Byron had not been able to sleep properly since the entire fiasco had began. He was, most likely, simply too tired.

“The information so far points to that conclusion.” Byron replied, watching Sid’s face carefully. “But it wouldn’t be surprising that the conclusion they really want is to weaken Stein. Relations with Wysteria have been growing steadily ever since the formal announcememt of marriage. Wysteria has good diplomatic relations all over the world. Anyone who wants to weaken either country has found the perfect opportunity. But let’s be realistic, ” Byron’s frown deepened. “Stein has more enemies than Wysteria."

The Tyrant made sure of that.

"Look,” Sid said, mildly irritated, “I don’t give two shits about what one country thinks of the other. I’m more concerned about -”

But before Sid could finish his sentence, there was a knock on the door and Albert entered.

“Excuse my interruption but the princess is awake now, your majesty. And requests your presence.”

“Nice timing.” Sid said scowled, turning around.

Albert acted as if Sid had said nothing. “Sir Robert, Sir Giles, and Sir Leo are here as well.”

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ask-percy-jason-nico-will · 6 years

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Can you do a scene where all four of them get in a really big argument with a fluffy ending? Plz?

When Percy woke up that morning, he knew it was going to be a bad day.

They had all gone out shopping the other night, no specific reason in particular but everyone had been working especially hard lately, they all agreed they needed some relaxation time. Only they didn’t get it. No, the universe instead gifted them with a group of particularly nasty empousai. Thankfully, no one was seriously injured but they all ended up coming back home tired, bruised and irritated to no end.

Clearly, the lack of sleep last night did not help that irritation dissipate.

When Percy walked into the kitchen, all three of his boyfriends were already awake and milling around the kitchen, looking more grumpy than the Grumpy Cat meme himself. Even Jason, who usually tried his best to hide any negative emotions due to his upbringing, was sitting at the table with his nose buried in the newspaper, bags under his eyes and his jaw clenched so tight that it almost looked painful. Percy grimaced and turned to look at Nico and Will, trying to have a silent conversation to see if they should do anything to help Jason, but neither was paying attention to him.

Will’s curls looked like a bird’s nest that had gone through a tropical storm and he was scowling down at some paperwork from…the infirmary? Was he going back to work already? Oh come on, they all agreed on no work until they got some proper relaxation time, Will seriously couldn’t think that their miserable shopping trip counted! They didn’t even get that cool shark onesie that Percy had been begging for! Percy looked over to Nico, hoping for at least some positive energy to help him make the others feel better but no such luck. Nico seemed to be the most upset out of them all, having retreated into one of his ‘I am the Mighty Ghost king!!! Touch me and you die!!!!!!’ moods. He stood by the coffee machine, practically glaring at it as if that would make it work faster. When he saw Nico finally take his cup of coffee and drink it pure black, without adding at least twenty sugar cubes like he usually did, Percy knew this day wouldn’t be easy for any of them.

Then Nico tried to retreat back to the bedroom with his cup, making Will look up and direct his scowl at him, and it all went downhill from there.

“Where are you going?”

“Bedroom.”

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

“No.“

"You need to eat, Nico! How do you expect to be healthy when you don’t even take basic care of your body?!”

“You need to stop being so fucking condescending, Will! I’m not a child anymore, don’t treat me like one!”

“If you want me to treat you like an adult then maybe you should act like one! I can’t help being condescending when you keep-”

“What the hell are you trying to say?!”

“The gods damn truth-"

"Oh, you pezzo di merda- ”

“Can you two please shut up?! I have a headache so for the love of Jupiter, don’t yell over stupid things. I swear you guys are more immature than the kids in my elementary class.” Jason growled out, putting his newspaper down with more force than Percy considered necessary and rubbed at his temples. Unfortunately, Nico’s defence mechanisms had already been triggered and Percy knew how he tended to lash out when they were. He moved forward to try and do damage control before anything else happened but Nico was already speaking, giving Jason a mocking bow.

“Oh forgive me, most noble Praetor, I didn’t realize that you were so above us, that we’re nothing more than annoying children to you."

"That’s not what I said-”

“Gods, can you not be fucking rude? He just said he has a headache-”

“Oh, so you’re on his side, huh? What is this, pick on Nico day?!"

Percy watched helplessly as his boyfriends dissolved into a pointless argument, hurling jabs and insults at each other without thinking twice. And everyone said he was the impulsive one. He knew he had to do something before anyone said anything that would actually be hurtful, so he stepped forward and slammed his palms down on the table, loud enough to grab their attention. He had to take a moment to strengthen his resolve when three pairs of angry eyes bored into him but he managed to stand his ground, trying his best to give them an easygoing smile.

"Guys, calm down for a moment and stop fighting. You’re all being idiots right now. Come on, let’s take a few deep breaths, make some blue pancakes-” He started, only to be cut off harshly by Jason.

“Blue- Percy can you stop thinking about your food for one minute?! You’re not helping if you don’t have any useful to say then just be quiet.” He hissed out and oh. That hurt. Percy knew he was oblivious, knew he could be too much of a goofball at times but he hated when people thought that meant he was stupid. That he couldn’t possibly have any smart or important ideas. He hated it. Jason knew that. They all knew that. He looked to Will and Nico for support but they were too busy brooding or glaring at the ground. He clenched his hands into fists and took a step back. He saw something flicker in Jason’s eyes as if he’d snapped out of whatever pissy trance he’d been in and was about to apologize but Percy was done.

“Fuck you guys. I’m leaving.” He spat out, before grabbing his coat and putting on his shoes, slamming the door behind him as he left.

When Percy left the house, he was fuming. He couldn’t believe how much his boyfriends were acting like utter jerks. So he decided to hell with them! If they thought he was so bad then so be it! He didn’t need them! He was even going to buy that shark onesie just to spite them! Ha! Take that Jason!

Then about an hour later, after mindlessly roaming the mall, Percy started to feel lonely. He was still upset about what happened, don’t get him wrong, but he also still loved his boyfriends. The entire fight had just been a bunch of misdirected stress, none of them had meant anything they said. At this point, it would be silly to hold a grudge against what happened. Plus Percy wanted cuddles. So he went home.

The sight that greeted him at home was one that he was expecting. His boyfriends all curled up on opposite sides of the living room; Jason sitting on the armchair with his head in his hands, Will curled up with his knees to his chest on the loveseat while Nico was on the couch, wrapped in a burrito of blankets. He couldn’t see Jason’s face but Will and Nico’s eyes were red and puffy. Percy’s heart hurt seeing them like that, knowing they had been crying so he took it upon himself to lighten the mood, stepping forward and clearing his throat.

Three pairs of sad eyes looked at him in surprise. Jason’s were red-rimmed as well and Percy’s urge to comfort swelled up even more so he spoke.

“Alright well…I was doing a lot of thinking while I was out and I realized I didn’t need to listen to you guys so I’ve decided to screw this-” He started, only to be cut off by a loud wail, Nico practically shooting out of his blanket burrito and latching himself around Percy’s waist as he burst into tears.

“No! No no, Percy, please! I’m sorry, please don’t leave us, Percy, I love you, you can’t-” Nico practically begged, starting to shake with how hard he was crying. Percy stared at him in shock, looking over at Jason and Will to see if they knew what was going on. Only to see Will look like he had been struck speechless, his eyes quickly filling with tears while Jason was standing now, his expression horrified before it turned desperately pleading, reaching out a trembling hand towards Percy who was now glancing around at all three of them with growing alarm. He thought back over his words to try and figure out what he had said, before realizing he had made it sound like he was breaking up with them. Oops.

“No! No, no no no, I’m not breaking up with you guys! Don’t worry! I meant I didn’t have to listen to you guys yesterday! When we were shopping!” He gently pushed Nico away a bit so he could show them the shopping bag he’d hidden behind his back. Then he fumbled a bit with the plastic before revealing the shark onesie in all its glory. “See?! Shark onesie!” He explained hurriedly.

The three of them stared at the onesie in disbelief. Then Will slumped into the cushions in relief, Jason managing a fond, albeit shaky smile while Nico burst into some sort of sobbing laughter, very insistently tugging Percy down onto the couch and snuggling close to him. Jason and Will joined them as well, the four of them smushing together into one big cuddle pile.

There was a lot of touching, they all had the overwhelming need to make sure that everyone was there. Apologies were whispered, nobody wanting the others to take their past words to heart. When Nico nestled his face into the crook of his neck, Percy held him tightly. When Will moved to lay across all three of their laps, Percy ran his fingers through his hair. When Jason pressed a kiss to the top of his head, Percy leaned into him and kissed his cheek.

He knew they would have to have a proper talk about this later. They always agreed to talk about what went wrong during their fights since it never helped them to sweep everything under the rug. It allowed too many doubts and insecurities to fester that way.

But right now, Percy was more than content to just be there with his shark onesie, his cuddles and his three beautiful boyfriends. They were going to be okay.

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After fight cuddles

When Percy woke up that morning, he knew it was going to be a bad day.

Clearly, the lack of sleep last night did not help that irritation dissipate.

Then Nico tried to retreat back to the bedroom with his cup, making Will look up and direct his scowl at him, and it all went downhill from there.

“Where are you going?”

“Bedroom.”

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?”

“No.“

“You need to eat, Nico! How do you expect to be healthy when you don’t even take basic care of your body?!”

“You need to stop being so fucking condescending, Will! I’m not a child anymore, don’t treat me like one!”

“If you want me to treat you like an adult then maybe you should act like one! I can’t help being condescending when you keep-”

“What the hell are you trying to say?!”

“The gods damn truth-"

"Oh, you pezzo di merda- ”

“Oh forgive me, most noble Praetor, I didn’t realize that you were so above us, that we’re nothing more than annoying children to you."

"That’s not what I said-”

“Gods, can you not be fucking rude? He just said he has a headache-”

“Oh, so you’re on his side, huh? What is this, pick on Nico day?!"

“Fuck you guys. I’m leaving.” He spat out, before grabbing his coat and putting on his shoes, slamming the door behind him as he left.

Three pairs of sad eyes looked at him in surprise. Jason’s were red-rimmed as well and Percy’s urge to comfort swelled up even more so he spoke.

But right now, Percy was more than content to just be there with his shark onesie, his cuddles and his three beautiful boyfriends. They were going to be okay.

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Sweet Pea (7/?)

Summary: A nickname that goes bitter in your mouth. Cries for help that no one listens to. Gentle hands that make you quake on the ground you’re standing on. When Phil first met Nico, he thought he was a gift from the heavens. But behind the mask lies something daunting, something unnerving, that Phil never foresaw. Through his journey, he finds solace in Dan, the regular at his workplace, who seems to be the only one who sees through Nico’s mask to the darkness underneath. Warnings: Abusive relationship, violence A/N: Amidst the horror of this story, here's something cute and sweet! The lyrics at the beginning are from a song called All Our Bruised Bodies And The Whole Heart Shrinks by La Dispute! Thank you (as always) to @littlelionsloves and @snowbunnylester for being my lovely betas! I couldn't do this without you two! I’ve also started making audiofics, where you can find on my youtube, skeletonflowers! Previous | Masterlist

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Chapter Seven

Tell me what your worst fears are. I bet they look a lot like mine. Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night.

It had been a few weeks since Phil had started talking to Dan, and today was the day where he was going over to Dan’s place. He was practically vibrating with both nerves and excitement. While he could hardly wait to finally get to know Dan in person just as well as he knew him through text, he was also anxious about how it was going to go in the first place.

Dan was everything Phil had ever wanted in a friend. He was witty, funny, and sarcastic at all the right times, but he also knew how to console Phil whenever he needed it. It was just strange for Phil to think that he had befriended his most valued customer, someone who he’d known for a year, but who he’d never really, well, known.

So now that Phil was finally going to his apartment? He didn’t know what to expect. He was walking into a mystery head first. What kind of flat would someone who wore grandma sweaters and who liked memes more than themselves have? Would he have framed photos of Doge hanging up on the wall? Would he have a list of his favourite memes on the fridge?

As Phil soon found out, only the latter was true.

Dan had just greeted him at the door with an overly excited hug and an exclamation of, “Phil!” that sounded just a bit more like ‘Phiw’ than anything else. He had then blabbered on for two minutes about how he was nervous to finally be showing Phil around, and Phil had only been able to quiet him with a large smile and an agreement that he was also very nervous. That seemed to be enough to compel Dan to give him a flat tour, waving his hands excitedly as he gestured to his favourite belongings.

It wasn’t what Phil had expected, really. Dan was such a colourful person, in both language and wear, that it took him completely off guard when he came to the realisation that Dan’s flat was decorated with monochrome colours, whites and blacks and grays. Phil pointed this out to Dan, who shook his head.

“Now that’s not true!” he exclaimed, grabbing Phil by the elbow and dragging him towards the kitchen. Phil didn’t know what he was supposed to be looking at until Dan pointed at the refrigerator, which was decorated with a million post-it notes and a few pokemon magnets. He had trouble keeping his snort in. “A source of colour amidst the dreary scenery, your majesty. You’re welcome.”

This time, Phil did snort, shaking his head and smiling widely at Dan. “You’re such a nerd,” he told him, and Dan just shrugged as if he’d already known that. Phil turned back to the fridge, looking over all of the notes, wondering what Dan could possibly need that many reminders for. And right there, smack dab in the middle of the fridge on an orange note, read ‘FAVOURITE MEMES’ in large block letters. Phil groaned. “Of course you’d have a list of memes on your fridge. You’re my least favourite person.”

Dan made a face and grabbed a pen and a stack of bright pink sticky notes from the counter. “If I’m your least favourite because I’m fun then I’d hate to see the dull fuck who has garnered all of your attention.” Phil watched with mild curiosity as he scribbled something unknown on the note before tearing it off and sticking it right to Phil’s forehead. “There. I think that accurately portrays you as a person.”

Unable to stop himself, Phil reached up and took it off, reading over the note. He almost couldn’t read it honestly, because Dan’s scrawl was like hieroglyphics, but after probably a hundred years had passed, he finally figured out what it said.

“Boring old man?” Phil read in a flat tone. He glanced up and met Dan’s gaze with his own unimpressed expression. “And here I thought it was you who was the old person. Considering you have your very own grandma sweatshirt.”

“Hey, I wore that to be ironic!”

“Right. Which is why you’re wearing a shirt right now that says World’s Best Daddy.”

Dan gasped, covering the words on his shirt like he was trying to shield himself. “I am a man who appreciates good humour, thank you very much.” He put his nose in the air, looking down at Phil in an attempt to make it seem like he had a mightier-than-thou attitude. “Not like someone such as yourself would understand something as complex and three-dimensional as humour. You disgust me.”

With a mock-offended scoff, Phil snatched the stack of post-its and the pen from Dan’s hands. In his haste, he almost dropped them, but luckily his butterfingers didn’t betray him for once. He hid the note from Dan as he wrote his payback on it before tearing it off and sticking it to Dan’s arm.

“There,” he said simply. “Now we’re even.”

Phil could tell that Dan tried to hide his smile, but it failed miserably when he read the note. The corners of his lips turned up and his eyes considerably brightened. “Meme-loving fuck,” he read, shaking his head and meeting Phil’s eyes. His face turned serious. “Is this supposed to be an insult? Feels a bit more like a medal of honour.”

With a snort, Phil shook his head and took the note away from Dan. He stuck both his and Dan’s on the fridge, near the center because they were obviously more important than anything else. “There. Now you’ll never forget about the boring old man who called you a meme-loving fuck.”

“You say that as if I could forget about you,” Dan murmured softly, and he shot Phil a smile that was somewhat sheepish. In all honesty, Phil found it endearing. He couldn’t believe how lucky he had been to call Dan his friend. All of his earlier worries seemed to have just flown out of the window as soon as he walked through the threshold. “Now enough of this sappy shit. I’m going to beat your ass at Mario Kart.”

“You’re on.”

Playing games with Dan was fun, but that wasn’t at all surprising to Phil. He’d long since realised that he enjoyed Dan’s company, so teasing and yelling at each other as they tried to destroy each other in Mario Kart was easy. Through this, he ended up getting to know more about Dan as well.

He found out that Dan liked to yell. A lot. If there was any chance that his victory would be jeopardised, then his voice would get so high pitched that it nearly shattered Phil’s eardrums. He cussed more than usual, the F-bomb dropping every two seconds as he slammed his shoulder into Phil’s. He was competitive, which could turn anybody away from wanting to play with him, but Phil couldn’t help but laugh at how upset he got every time it didn’t go his way. It was just endearing, and Phil found himself having the time of his life.

After they got bored of Mario Kart, Dan switched to Crash Bandicoot. Even though it was only a one person game, they made it into something they could both have fun with by passing the controller to the other person whenever they died.

Dan was the one playing when Phil got a text message, and he looked down at his phone to see that Nico had texted him. A grimace played on his lips, not because he wasn’t happy to hear from him, but because he hadn’t exactly told him that he was going over to Dan’s today.

Nico x - 8:46pm

Hey sweet pea xx

Nico x - 8:47pm

What r u up to?

Phil Lester - 8:50pm

not much. Chilling at home.

The lie came out before Phil could even think about what he was typing. He bit his lip so harshly that his lip tore slightly, blood pooling onto his tongue. He glanced over at Dan, who was sitting beside him playing Crash Bandicoot and swearing loudly at the television.

Why had he lied? There was literally no reason to. It’s not like there was anything going between Phil and Dan in the slightest. They were just hanging out. Phil had no reason to lie.

Except he couldn't stop thinking about how Nico would probably be mad if he was hanging out with Dan. It’s not like Dan and Nico had gotten along very well at the party, even though Nico had been drunk. Phil feared that Nico wouldn’t approve of his sudden friendship with the guy who pretty much told Nico he was a bad boyfriend.

His phone chimed again, breaking his fretful thoughts.

Nico x - 8:56pm

Can i come keep you company?

Panic filled Phil for a split second before he took a few deep breaths. That’s fine. He could just… lie again. No biggie.

Phil Lester - 8:57pm

Im actually trying to get some hw done tonight. Hang tomorrow? xx

Nico x - 8:57pm

Cant i just come hang out while youre working on it? I miss you :-(

Phil cursed under his breath, causing Dan to pause the game and look over at him with a concerned expression.

“You okay?” Dan asked carefully, seeming slightly uncertain like he didn’t want to overstep his boundaries. It was nice of him, in Phil’s opinion, because they didn’t really know each other well quite yet and yet he still cared enough to notice that something was wrong.

“I’m fine,” he promised, and gave Dan a tight-lipped smile. He met his eyes for good measure, holding his gaze for a few seconds until Dan sighed and accepted his reassurance.

“Alright,” Dan said, smiling back at him, his eyes crinkling. He turned back to his game, picking up the controller. “But let me know if I can do anything for you.”

Phil didn’t nod, just picked up his phone and sent a text to Nico, spewing yet another lie. He didn’t know what was wrong with him or how he could possibly treat his own boyfriend like this. In all of his relationships, he was always really cautious to be honest with them no matter what. But suddenly, all of his values were crashing down around him.

He didn’t deserve Nico.

Phil Lester - 9:01pm

I miss you too :( but I really need to get this paper finished. Ive been procrastinating. See you tomorrow?

It was disgusting. He was disgusting. Phil would make this up to Nico, even though he didn’t know anything about what was going on at the moment.

Nico x - 9:01pm

Alright sweet pea. See you tomorrow, I love you.

Phil texted him that he loved him too before Dan was shoving the controller in his face.

“I died already. I call hacks,” Dan muttered, but he was smiling despite his frustration, his face so warm that Phil couldn’t help but relax slightly, the tension in his shoulder dispelling into the couch.

“Get ready, ‘cause you’re about to see the wrath of the Philinator,” Phil proclaimed loudly, taking the remote. At least he could try to hide his guilt by beating Dan at everything he did.

“The Philinator? Really?”

Needless to say, Phil didn’t end up beating Dan. But that didn’t matter because his cheeks hurt from laughing so hard and his chest felt so light it was as if he was flying. It was strange, how being with Dan could make him feel as if he had known the guy for ten years, almost like they were platonic soulmates. Even Chandler, who Phil proudly claimed as his best friend for years, didn’t have the same chemistry with him as he had with Dan.

It was nice and Phil didn’t even think about checking his phone until he left a few hours later. But even then, the fifteen concerned text messages didn’t dare destroy his high.

Phil Lester - 3:38pm

Saw an old lady get bitten on her butt by a corgi just now. Made me think of you

Dan Howell - 3:45pm

Was it her thicc ass that made you think of me? ;)

Phil Lester - 3:47pm

You wish. It was actually her impressive amount of wrinkles that made me text you.

Dan Howell 3:48pm

Ha. ur soooo funny. U should be a comedian

Phil Lester - 3:48pm

That’s the plan!

Dan Howell - 3:51pm

I’ll be the first to throw the tomatoes

Phil Lester - 3:52pm

That’s fine, I’ll just catch them in my mouth! See you at the show :*

Since they had hung out together, Dan and Phil continued to become closer with each passing day. The only person Phil used to really text was Nico, but now he found his eyes glued to the phone every minute of the day, awaiting the next text message from both of his favourite people. Now what he really wanted was for Nico, Dan, and Phil all to hang out together, and then his life would be complete.

That wouldn’t be so difficult if, one, Nico didn’t hate Dan, two, Dan didn’t hate Nico, and three, Phil had told Nico that he was friends with Dan.

Yep. He was in deep shit, that was for sure.

And Phil… Phil was the worst boyfriend in the history of boyfriends. On top of keeping the information of his newfound friendship with Dan to himself, he also found himself lying all the time when it came to he and Dan hanging out. He came up with all sorts of excuses when he planned a day with Dan.

Sorry, I have to work on homework.

I can’t hang out today, I told Chandler I’d study with her.

I have work.

So when Dan had asked Phil if he wanted to spend the weekend at his house just for the heck of it because ‘they are actually teenage girls who need to have a sleepover ASAP’, Phil had a moment of panic. How was he going to explain to Nico that he was going to be away for the whole weekend because he wanted to spend his weekend with another guy? Especially a guy that Nico didn’t like?

His perfect excuse came in the form of a well thought-out lie.

“I’m going to my parents’ house,” he said before he could blurt out anything stupid and give Nico any wrong ideas. He wasn’t spending the night with Dan because he liked him romantically. He was doing it because he wanted to, because Dan was a close friend now, because the only person Phil had bothered to hang out with lately was Nico himself.

He needed other friends, damn it.

Nico didn’t even bat an eyelash and just shrugged, giving Phil a sweet kiss on the forehead. “I’ll be here awaiting your return,” he promised, making guilt flood through Phil’s body, the knowledge that he was horrible stabbing through his brain.

He was off the hook for now, able to spend the weekend with Dan, playing dumb video games and finally being able to learn more about each other. Phil was excited, ecstatic even. Finally, finally he had a friend who he could play dumb games with and joke around with like there wasn’t a care in the world. It was refreshing, to say the least.

Most of the times they hung out, it was just that - playing video games and watching movies. Phil found out quickly what types of movies Dan liked, ranging from Baby Driver to Deathgasm. He was one of the most complicated people Phil had ever met, his personality and hobbies all over the place with no set pattern. One day, he’d show up to class in stupid ironic daddy shirts and the next, he’d be wearing the most fashionable sense of style Phil had ever laid his eyes on. He had designer clothing, which Dan blamed on his Theatre classmates.

“I’ve never bought a single piece of designer clothing in my life,” Dan told him after Phil teased him about the godawful potato sack jumper which had apparently been made by Kanye himself.

Phil didn’t really believe him, but he let the matter go. Who was he to tell Dan not to be himself? Besides, Dan rocked his style and he knew it.

Now, they were laying in Dan’s room in the dark. They were both on the floor because Phil felt weird about sleeping in Dan’s bed. and Dan felt weird about letting Phil sleep on the floor. So they compromised and were both sleeping on the floor. There was a bowl of half-eaten popcorn between them and Phil’s face was lit up by his phone screen because Nico was texting him and asking how his mum was doing. Phil told him she was doing okay and it wasn’t exactly a lie because Dan was wearing a shirt that said ‘Sewing Mum’ which made him just as good as Phil’s mother.

“This is the part of the sleepover where we talk about our deepest darkest secrets with each other,” Dan whispered after about twenty minutes of silence. He set his phone down, locking the screen, and turned over so he was facing Phil. The room was dark so Phil couldn’t see his face, but he was sure Dan was looking straight at him. “Tell me your secrets, Phil.”

Phil snorted and sent his good night message to Nico, putting his phone on do not disturb. “What exactly am I supposed to tell you? Who my first kiss was? If I’ve ever gone past third base?”

“I mean, those are great places to start. I’d like to hear about little awkward Philly fumbling through his first times. Sounds mortifying.”

Phil hummed and turned on his back, settling his hands on his belly. He closed his eyes, finding it much easier to remember when he didn’t have to worry about looking at another person. “My first kiss was Miranda Carsen. I was fourteen and we were at a birthday party. We played spin the bottle and she pretty much shoved her tongue down my throat.” Phil chuckled at the memory, smiling. “For a while, I thought I didn’t like kissing before I realised she was just a bad kisser.”

“Just as horrifying as I imagined,” Dan sighed dreamily. “I dig it.”

“Well what about you then? When was your first kiss?”

Dan grew quiet for a second, and then he let out the loudest groan he could muster. Phil raised his eyebrows but stayed quiet so he could explain. “Bryce Harper when I was sixteen.” Phil’s mouth immediately dropped open and he emitted a noise of surprise. Dan was gay? Or bi? Since when? And why the Hell had Phil never known this? “Bryce was my bully for a few years and would always tease me for being a faggot, even though I was positive I wasn’t gay back then. Once, he said some really hurtful things and I got really upset and started crying and ran away. He chased me down and, long story short, he ended up kissing me. I kind of liked it, which is how I found out I liked boys much more than I liked girls. But I was freaked out because my bully was kissing me, and I pushed him away. He never bothered me again after that, and that was that.”

Phil couldn’t speak for a moment. There was a lot of information that Dan had entrusted in Phil in only a short monologue. First of all, the knowledge that Dan was LGBT+ was making his head spin. Suddenly, he remembered all of those moments where Phil hadn’t been quite sure if he was flirting or not. Now, it made him wonder if Dan had been flirting. But knowing his personality, that could also be the way Dan just was. Secondly, Dan was bullied. Bullying was something Phil had sadly dealt with all throughout high school as well, so this was something that made them alike as well. And lastly, Dan’s bully had actually kissed him. And Dan had liked it.

That knowledge was almost too much for Phil to handle, so he ended up letting out a breathy laugh instead.

“That must have been so confusing for you,” Phil told him, turning on his side to face Dan. He tried to squint his eyes to see what Dan’s expression was, but he couldn’t make it out. “One moment, this guy is chronically bullying you and calling you names, and the next he’s trying to kiss you and be nice to you. I can’t imagine how confusing that’d be.”

Dan hummed. “Pretty confusing,” he said softly, in a voice that made Phil want to reach out and grab his hand. Not because he wanted to do anything weird, but because he wanted to offer his support. He didn’t though, because he had a boyfriend and holding other men’s hands was disrespectful. “That was a pretty rough time in my life,” Dan admitted after a moment of thought. “I had been in denial over my sexuality because I was being bullied about it, only to have everything come crashing down over me when I realised I liked it when my own bully kissed me. I thought I was sick, a masochist. Who the fuck likes it when the person who’s been torturing them for years suddenly shows some affection?”

Phil stayed silent during Dan’s rant, but he spoke up when Dan’s breathing turned heavy and he stopped talking. “You’re not sick, Dan,” he promised him. “You were just confused. That had to have been a hard thing to go through, and it’s not your fault.”

“I know that now,” Dan replied, and then there was a hand on Phil’s, one that was so gentle that Phil barely felt it at first. He was sure he should pull away, but Dan didn’t entwine their fingers, didn’t show that he was trying to come onto Phil in the slightest. He was just holding onto his hand as if he were seeking comfort, and Phil decided he could make an exception just this once. “I had some friends to help me through it and my mum was wonderful. I think the experience helped me be the person that I am today, so I don’t regret it anymore.”

The admittance made Phil’s heart constrict. He couldn’t imagine how strong Dan must have to be to get through something like that, to be able to look at himself in the past and be proud of what he’d accomplished instead of wallowing in shame. Phil squeezed his hand lightly. “I like who you are today,” Phil told him earnestly.

Even though it was dark, Phil could tell Dan was grinning when he said, “I do too.” And then a smaller, more quiet, “I like you too.”

They fell asleep a few hours later, after Phil’s throat had gone sore from laughing so hard. He hadn’t had a friend like this in a very long time, where they complimented each other so well to the point where they were giggling about absolutely nothing for thirty minutes straight. They could go from serious discussion one moment, to completely joking the next, and yet it flowed together easily.

Phil knew that he was the luckiest person in the world to have Dan as a friend.

Chapter Eight

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