but that would mean piper right


The Christmas Invasion - Behind the Scenes [Part 14]

Excerpt from Benjamin Cook’s articles in Doctor Who Magazine #365

Sean [Sycorax leader] is now ready for his big confrontation with the Doctor. “Under all this latex,” he reminds David, “I’m an extremely sexy, gorgeous, attractive, blue-eyed blonde.”

Yeah, right, that’s what all the Sycorax say.

“It seems like ages since I’ve said any lines,” David laughs.  “It’s been like a week! And some people say actors have an easy life…”

And how does he like spending virtually the whole episode in pyjamas?

“It’s fantastic on a day like this,” he laughs. “The caves were quite cold, but I had my dressing gown, which is very warm.  I mean, if it had been bucketing with rain today, I would have been fantastically miserable, obviously, cos these are fairly sheer pyjamas, but it’s worked out all right. It’s boiling. Next to poor old Sean, who’s wrapped under a latex duvet from dawn till dusk, with horrible contact lenses irritating the heck out of him, I’ve got away quite lightly, I think.”

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daughterhades  asked:

I love your companion react posts, they are soooo good!! Could you maybe do one on how the companions would react to Sole confessing their feelings for them? (With Nick and X6 if that's cool > w >)

Thank you so much, bud. Also, sure thing! 

Cait: “Cut the crap, Sole. I ain’t up fer’ funny buisiness right now, and I sure as hell ain’t up to no lovey-dovey shite.” Cait rolled her eyes and grit her teeth, blushing. The Irishwoman groaned, attempting to hide her face. “Alright, maybe I am up fer’ all of it, but you better not pull anythin’ on me because I will make you regret it.” She couldn’t help but smile, even when she threatened Sole. “Better treat me to dinner first, though.”

Curie: “Oh madame/monsieur!” She exclaimed, her eyes widening. “I am so flattered to be hearing that you experience emotions in such a way for me. However, I must ask if you comfortable with, well…Me being a synthetic woman. You are okay with this, no?” Curie’s heart soared, already knowing what Sole’s answer would be. Curie idolized Sole for their caring and selfless nature, and to hear that they felt for Curie was news she was very happy to receive. 

Danse: “Soldier, you know the rules on fraternization between two Brotherhood members.” Danse spoke softly, hoping not to hurt Sole. “It’s strictly forbidden, and you know that just as well as I do.” His heart ached, he had grown quite fond of Sole and had even come to develop romantic feelings for them. In the end, Danse couldn’t help himself. He cleared his throat, a large hand coming to rest gently on the side of Sole’s face. “But…I suppose I can make an exception to this rule for you.”   

Deacon: Bushy, red eyebrows emerged from behind Deacon’s glasses, his cheeks reddening. He let out an awkward, girlish laugh forcing a smile. “C’mon Sole, quit kidding around.” He spat out, his voice cracking. He knew Sole wasn’t joking, and he was beyond happy that they were serious. He undoubtedly had feelings for Sole, but he felt that Sole deserved better. Deacon ignored all previous instincts and pulled Sole into a chaste kiss. “I know you’re not kidding, Sole. And quite honestly, I’m glad you aren’t.”

Hancock: A wolfish grin lazily found its way onto Hancock’s mangled lips, his ghoulish eyes narrowing. “Is that so, Sunshine?” He hummed, wrapping an arm around Sole’s waist. “Didn’t know you had a thing for ghouls, Sole. And I sure as hell didn’t take you as the type who’d go for a handsome devil like me.” He let out a low chuckle, winking at Sole. “Don’t misunderstand me, though. I’m surely not complaining.” 

MacCready: “Well gee Boss, I don’t know…” The mercenary was red faced and terribly nervous. He had developed some sort of feelings for his companion, but he wasn’t sure how to communicate it. “I mean, I do know. But the thing is, I’m just not sure how to say it, I suppose.” His gaze shifted to his feet, eyes darting quickly from one shoe to the other. He cleared his throat, one hand adjusting the brim of his hat. “I guess what I mean to say is, that I feel the same way.”

Nick: He is completely taken back by Sole’s words. “You’re not going soft on me, are you kid?” He’d ask in his usual snarky tone, staring Sole down with a quirked brow. Well, where a brow should be. “Not sure any sane person would want anything to do with an old bot like me.” He tried his hardest to play things off, but the truth was, he had felt something for Sole for quite some time now. “I mean, if that’s what you really want, I have no problem obliging.” 

Piper: “Blue, that is…Wow.” Piper cleared her throat, shifting uncomfortably in her place. “You’re kind of the last person I expected to feel this way about me if we’re putting everything out in the open here.” She wrung her hands together, feeling her chest tighten. “I mean, it’s not too soon for you…?” Piper asked sheepishly, only wanting to ensure that Sole was ready to pursue a relationship with someone else. “If you really feel that way, then I wouldn’t mind giving things a try.”

Preston: “Wow, General…” He’d pause, taking a sharp inhale. “I hadn’t realized that you felt like this, but if I’m honest myself, I suppose I felt a little bit of the same.” Preston would give a bright smile, blushing only slightly. “I suppose this is the highest honor you can bestow upon me as my general, right?” He laughed, suddenly feeling a quite awkward. He had felt a budding love for Sole, but he never expected them to reciprocate those feelings. 

X6-88: “Sir/Ma’am, I must say that this is the first time that anybody has confessed such things to me. I suppose I must say that this also the first time I have experienced what I believe they refer to as ‘flattery’.” The courser would break his normal deadpan expression display a rather forced, yet well meaning smile. He wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to this, in fact, he was absolutely clueless. This was one thing the Institute hadn’t educated him about.


Wow great title

Jason x Y/n

Rating: F and A for Fucking Angst Fluff and Angst

By: Admin Day


The wind was rough today, whipping through your hair and messing up your neat style, “Leo!” You shouted harshly, chasing after the snickering Latino who had made fun of your lack of ability just minutes ago at the amphitheater.

You were sitting on one of the benches around the unlit bonfire since it was mid-day, humming a tune to yourself as you doodled some random drawings on your notepad, artist or not, you drew to pass the time on free days. At one point your humming turned to whistling, which would be great if you knew how to.

You huffed and ceased your drawing to concentrate on making the high-pitched noise, you never understood why you couldn’t get the hang of it, most kids were able to do by the age of 7 or 8 but here you were in your teens, the most progress you’ve made towards whistling was simply blowing air through puckered lips.

A snicker coming from your left caught your attention immediately, a familiar mop of black, curly hair bobbing into view with a mischevious glint in his chocolate brown eyes and a smirk to match. Leo Valdez, son of Hephaestus, otherwise known as repair boy.

“Can’t whistle, huh? Aren’t you supposed to learn that when you’re young?” He teased with a cocky tone, puckering his lips and whistling just to spite you.

“Shut up, Valdez.” You growled as a warning, you’ve had enough of his constant and unnecessary teasing from this past week and were not about to endure it anymore.

He whistled loudly while staring you dead in the eyes, “Or what?”

And now here you were chasing after the boy with the intent to seriously mess up his face, or at least give him a fat lip so he could no longer whistle.

You were just in reach of Leo’s dangling suspenders that had slipped off when strong arms gripped you around the waist and prevented you from further chasing repair boy, “Woah, Woah, Woah, what in Zeus’ name are you doing right now?” Questioned a chuckling voice, a familiar one at that.

You blow a piece of hair out of your face and look over your shoulder at your captor, Jason Grace, aka your boyfriend of 4 months.

He looked down at you with smiling eyes and a warm grin, “Well? I’m waiting.” He joked while turning you loose from his hold but still keeping your arm on lock down.

You sigh and look after the son of Hephaestus who stood by his cabin with a smug expression resting on his elfish features, blowing a kiss towards you tauntingly.

You let out a low growl but turn your attention back to Jason who was still waiting for your reply. Sighing and dropping your gaze you mumble quietly, “I can’t whistle….”

Jason furrows his brow and leans closer to you, he hadn’t heard you clearly and questioned further, “What was that?”

“I SAID I CAN’T WHISTLE, JASON.” You shouted loudly, causing him to draw back in fear of your sudden loudness, “Leo’s making fun of me because I can’t whistle.”

‘He’s going to make fun of me too.’ You thought bitterly, jerking your arm free and marching away from the still laughing Latino and a confused Jason. You were hurt that Jason and Leo could make fun of your inability, even if Jason hadn’t said a word yet, you were pretty sure he would.

“Y/n, wait!”

Jason entrapped your arm once more, tilting his head sideways, a small smile present on his face as he asked something that shocked you,

“Want me to teach you?”

Leo’s smile dropped once he saw Jason wrap an arm around your shoulder’s and bring you to his cabin. He was hoping that maybe you would chase after him out to the bunker where he’d let you catch him and then well…. he’d kiss you and confess his feelings.

But no. You didn’t get that far, all thanks to Jason Grace, who also has taken a liking to you without knowledge of the repair boy’s feelings.

He sighed and slumped down onto the steps of his cabin, his elbow coming up to his knee and his head resting in the palm of his hand.

“This always happens to me, everyone finds some hero and forgets about me.” He muttered distastefully as he glared at the laughing pair walk inside cabin one together, “Betcha they’re going in there to suck faces off or something.”

Leo stayed there for a good hour and a half just drawing in the dirt, tinkering with miscellaneous objects from his toolbelt, and watching. He keeps his chocolate brown eyes locked on that pearly white cabin, just waiting for that door to open up and for Y/n to come out.

If it wasn’t too late, Leo was determined to tell Y/n how he feels and hopefully, his feelings will be returned.

You walk out of Jason’s cabin with a huge grin, you felt the need to show off your new melodic ability to the world. Whistling the tune to one of your favorite songs caused a few odd looks to be cast your way along with some thumbs up from some Apollo kids.

You stumbled over a rock and tripped into a body, an 'oof’ emitting from the person, “I’m so sorry!” You said immediately apologizing and moving away with your head down, not bothering to even look up at who you fell into.

A hot hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you back to the strange person, “Can people stop grabbing my arm?” You groan while pulling your arm free, a small chuckle coming from the person, “Sorry about that, just needed to get your attention.”

You look up to see a mischievous grin and twinkling brown eyes locked on your own, “Leo? What do you mean?” You questioned confusedly.

Leo sighed and squeezed his eyes shut, “Please don’t hate me.”

Now you were seriously confused slash worried about this son of Hephaestus, just and hour or so ago he was teasing you about your inability and you haven’t spoken to him since so… that must be what he’s talking about. Right?

“Huh? Is this about earlier? I mean I was going to kick your ass but Jason stoppe-    ”

Soft lips pressed against your own shut you up instantly, your mind going blank with surprise and a muffled cry of shock emitting from your mouth.

After 15 short seconds of kissing, your realization of what was going on came back to you and you shoved him away, holding a hand over your lips in shock of what just happened,

“L-Leo!” You stuttered, “What did you just do?”

Leo looked down bashfully at his worn converse shoes and muttered his answer softly, “I kissed you, I like you a lot, Y/n.”

Your heart stopped, chills running down your spine as if you’d just been hit with freezing cold water. You feared the worst for yours and Leo’s friendship, for you didn’t see him in that light, you just couldn’t.


He sighed and smiled at you sadly, “It’s okay, I didn’t think you’d like me back anyways, I just…” He trailed off slowly, “Needed it to get it off my chest.”

You open your mouth to speak but could not find the words, and so, he walked off like a kicked puppy towards the woods, presumably to bunker 9.

You begin to walk after him, wanting to fix the breaking friendship, but yet again Jason had appeared and stopped you unknowingly.

“Hey babe,” the blue-eyed boy spoke, leaning down to plant a kiss on your cheek, bringing you back to earth, “You look like someone doused you in cold water.” He laughed.

You nod, still staring after your retreating friend, “That’s what I feel like right now.” You sigh and lean your head against Jason’s firm shoulder, “Jason… do you think we should have told Leo about us?”

Jason paused, wrapping an arm around your waist while staring off into space. He wasn’t sure why this was brought up but figured you were just worried about lying to a close friend, “I mean… if that’s what you want, I guess we can.”

You brought your hands up to your face and sighed deeply, “It’s about time for everyone to know Jase.”

Jason nodded in agreement and kissed the top of your head while reaching down with his free hand to move your hands away from your face, “Okay, let’s do it.”

Frank knocked on the door of the open bunker before waltzing in and looking around while calling out for Leo, “Hey, Leo, you in here? Jason said he needs to say something to all of us.”

Leo rolled out from underneath Festus’s body on a mechanic’s creeper, motor oil and grease streaked across his cheek and eyebrow, “Can’t you just tell me about it later? I’m kind of busy here.”

“No, now come one.” Frank scolded.

“I’m not going.”

“Yeah, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”



Frank huffed, shaking his head in annoyance, “Leo Valdez, you’re coming even if I have to drag you there by your pointy elf ears!”
He marched over and pulled Leo up by his suspenders, the boy yelping and whining as he was dragged out the door.

“For a baby Chinese Canadian man, you’re pretty strong…” Leo grumbles, pushing Frank off and trudging alongside him instead.

It was quiet for most of the way back to cabin 1 until Frank spoke up, breaking the awkward silence, “Are you okay? You don’t seem like yourself right now…”

Leo’s head turned instantly at the sound of his question, “Yeah I’m okay but,” He paused, pursing his lips in a nervous manner, “Will… Y/n be there?”

Frank nodded and smiled, “Yeah, I know you like her being around, I see the way you look at her. So when are you going to confess?”

Leo stayed quiet.

“I mean, I have a feeling she likes you too,” Frank reassured with a kind smile, nudging Leo with his elbow.


You paced back and forth, biting your nails nervously and thinking of how everyone could react to your relationship. How would Piper react to this? She was Jason’s ex after all, sure things ended on a good note but… there still had to be old feelings… right? You groan and sit on Jason’s sleeping bag with legs criss crossed, “Ugh I really wished we hadn’t kept this a secret…”

Jason looked across the room at you. He’d been watching you drive yourself crazy with worry for too long. He shuffled over to you and sat in front of you, his head resting on his hand as he stared at you with worried eyes… those big blue eyes…

“Y/n, it’ll be fine, I promise. Everyone is going to be happy for us.” He reassured, “We’re all friends first before anything, and friends are supposed to be happy for each other, right?”

You slowly nodded and leaned back onto the comfy sleeping bag just as the door creaked open to reveal all of your friends.

“Hey, Jase and Y/n,” Percy greeted with a wave and a small lopsided smile, “Nico said you wanted to talk about something…?”

Jason nodded with a grin, grabbing your hand with his own and pulling you off the floor, “Well,” He spoke, looking over at you with loving eyes,

“Y/n and I have been dating,” He confessed, eye darting over his friends, lingering on his ex-girlfriend longer than the others to gauge her reaction, “…For the past 4 months.”

Leo coughed suddenly which caused everyone to pause and glance over, including you.

“I’m so… happy for you guys. Just don’t do any of that gross coupley stuff around me like these two do.” He joked with sad eyes, jabbing his thumb in the direction of Nico and Will who were currently holding hands.

You hated seeing him so upset; you definitely should have told him sooner. You blamed yourself for his sadness, if you hadn’t kept your infatuation with Jason such a huge secret then maybe you could have stopped his feelings before they got too serious.

You return the same sad smile and opened your mouth to say something, anything, to at least show some kind of sympathy for his position at the moment. You’ve been in this position before with someone you loved, the person never noticing you and never acknowledging your feelings for them, but you got over it eventually and you hope Leo could do the same.

Leo laughed as the others started congratulating you, “Well I need to finish up some… repairs, so see you guys later!” He rushed out before backing out the door to go back to the bunker to be alone.

The only thing he needed to repair that day was his heart.






anonymous asked:

loosely related to the Discussion, I've noticed a lot of ppl headcanon Thalia and Reyna as lesbians and that doesn't ? sit right w me ? bc Reyna has had crushes on both Jason and Percy, and Thalia has commented that Apollo is hot, meaning she finds him sexually attractive? wouldn't they be bi, at least?

My thoughts exactly anon. 

To be honest, the whole culture in this fandom of “Piper McLean is a Lesbian no take backs” and “Will Solace is trans and that’s a Fact” really really bugs me. Like, if people were to write headcanons, bullet point fics, drabbles, make art, etc, I would be reblogging the heck out of them. But as soon as someone tells me this characters gender/sexuality, without any hint of discussion or differences of opinion, I’m scrolling right past. Never mind the fact that most of the time, posts like that, stating “facts”, go against canon. 

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The day after the shooting, everyone was tense and quiet. The sky was clouded, it was cold, and it was windy. Nico hadn’t let him go since they left his room. The rumors of who had been the fatality circulated online. A few people had gone unheard from. Then one was confirmed.

Charles Beckendorf, a junior, someone Will had met during his orientation session. Will and Nico walked toward the café where someone was setting up a memorial shrine for Beckendorf next to an entrance with a roof over it to protect it from rain. They saw as a girl walked toward it, her pretty blue eyes wide and filled with tears, slowly as though she were in a trance.

As she neared the shrine, Nico’s hand gripped Will’s. A shriek pierced the air and Nico immediately hid himself in Will’s jacket, holding onto him tightly. Will held him protectively as he shivered. “Did you know him?” he asked.

“He was my RA,” Nico answered. “He was my orientation leader.” He looked up at him with his wide eyes, so dark brown and intense, filled with fear and uncertainty. Eyes that made Will forget where he was.

“Come on,” he said, starting for the café.

They heard someone call Nico’s name, and stopped. Annabeth went up to them, her eyes red and puffy. “Hey. You guys okay?” They nodded. She sniffed and hesitated. “Um… Percy was there. It was in the gymnasium.” She pushed her hair out of her face, wiping at her eyes as she did. “He’s… really distraught right now. Could you try to talk to him, Nico?”

“I don’t know how much help I can be,” he answered. He glanced over her shoulder and Will followed his gaze. Percy was sitting on a step, his head bent down, his hands in his hair. He was trembling, shaking his head. The girl’s sobs were the only thing heard aside from the wind. “I’ll see… what I can do,” he said, frowning. He glanced at Will and Will nodded, letting him go.

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aucepian-queen  asked:

I love your blog!! Codsworth and Dogmeat are so pure <3 I love all the companions reactions/responses (especially Danse and Maxson's) Anyway, the companions asked to reveal what turns them on? For a truth? If not, that's okay!

Thank you so much!! :D <3 I hope you enjoy! Peace!

Companions answer what turns them on (for a truth)

Cait: “Someone who is good with their hands…If ya know what I’m talking about!”

Codsworth: “Why, that would be my on/off switch!”

Curie: “Turn on? I don’t understand this expression; but many people tell me that I ‘turn them on’… really, what does it mean?”

Danse: “………I like…S-soldiers……H-hey don’t laugh, SHUT UP!!”

Deacon: “I’m a synth! Of course I don’t get turned on” (lie)

Dogmeat: “Bork Bark Bark” (Smelling other dogs…privates)

Hancock: “Sole’s entire existence…hehe ain’t that right love?”

Macready: “Hot body I guess…I don’t much care, to be honest”

Nick: “I’ll say it once more… I’m gen 2, I don’t have anything down there!”

Piper: “Ah, I-I-I don’t know!… Knock it off with these asks! DON’T TELL THEM BLUE!”

Preston: “Helping those in need… its pretty hot if you ask me!”


X6-88: “Skills… Badass skills…”

Maxson: “…Well uhm *clears throat* Power is pretty…attractive.”

Gage: “Ass…or tits…or both…,why the question though?”

Ada: “That would be Sole. They can turn me on and off as they please.”

Dream-like Christmas time

Merry Christmas @percy-the-sorcerer ! It’s me! Your secret santa from the @pjosecretsanta2016 I hope you like your present Alex! My best wishes for you this beautiful day! I also totally recomend you to listen to TTS- Dear Santa korean version, the title of the fic is inspired by the song!

Inspired but the prompt: Character A’s little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for Christmas. Character B is said “Christmas present”. Huge shout out to @quietlykeen @lesbabeths @bananannabeth for helping me with my horrible grammar! They are the real heroes here.

Piper was still reading the letter, which made sense considering the fact that a six year old wrote it and it was hard to understand what it said. But she had been reading it for what it felt like forever to Percy, and he really needed her to talk to him.

“On the bright side, you do know her.” Piper finally said. “Or well, used to.”

Mia, Percy’s little sister, had asked Santa for Annabeth Chase, from the group Stardust, to have tea time with her on Christmas Eve. And it nearly gave Percy a heart attack. Stardust was the most popular girl group in the world, and Annabeth Chase wasn’t only the main vocalist of the group, but she was also his ex-best friend. The same ex-friend he hadn’t seen in almost 6 years, not since she stole his first kiss.

“She probably doesn’t care about me anymore.” Percy said. “And it’s not like I can call her and be like ‘Hey Annabeth! It’s me, Percy! I know we haven’t talked in years but I have a baby sister now and her dream is to met you! I know it’s Christmas Eve but I hope you can swing by. My mom lives in the same apartment, okay bye!’”

Piper shrugged. “You kind of can do that.”

He threw his pillow at her. “I don’t have her number anymore.”

“No, but your mom might have her old address saved in her address book.” Piper patted his shoulder. “You said she used to live in California, right? It would make sense for your mom to have her address, or well I guess by now it’s her dad’s address only, if you guys used to exchange letter.”

“It doesn’t matter, he probably moved out.”

“Or maybe he hasn’t. Perce you have the opportunity to make your sister’s dream come true. And not only that, you have the opportunity to reconnect with someone who means the world to you.”

Percy sighed and sat indian style on his bed.

Piper didn’t know much about his relationship with Annabeth— Percy didn’t want people knowing he used to be best friends with a celebrity —but during college Piper had become his best friend. She had found his pictures with Annabeth, the ones he used to have at his mom’s place, so he told her the basics: they met at a summer camp when they were seven years old, and were best friends by the end of the summer. They only saw each other during the summer but during the rest of the year they wrote letters to each other all the time. When they were ten years old,  her family moved to Boston and sometimes they got to visit each other for the weekend, but the letters didn’t stop until they were fifteen when her family moved to California. At that point, cellphones and emails started to become a thing, they didn’t feel they needed to exchange letters anymore. Annabeth went to camp for one more year before winning the most famous singing competition America had, and then he never saw her again.

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Continuation of this fluffy fic for Annabeth’s 23rd birthday; Just demigods being dorks. I laughed a lot while writing this, I hope you enjoy reading it!

“I always knew you were his favourite,” Clarisse growled. “It’s so obvious.”

Annabeth laughed. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on!” Clarisse waved a hand at the dining pavilion, which was decorated with a huge Happy Birthday banner and far too many blue and silver balloons. “Who else would Chiron extend the curfew for?”

It was the early hours of the morning, and while Chiron had sent all the younger campers to their cabins he’d given his blessing for the party to continue on with just Annabeth’s special guests - which was really more than enough. With ex campers from both Camp Half Blood and Camp Jupiter in attendance, Percy had done a great job of completely blowing Annabeth’s no fuss birthday request.

She blew a stream of air out from between her pursed lips. “Well, technically, none of us are really campers anymore -”

“You Athena kids and your technicalities,” Clarisse snarled, but there was no menace in it.  “Just admit you’re the golden child and get it over with.”

Thankfully, Chris asked Clarisse to dance before she could get properly annoyed with Annabeth, who was too busy laughing to respond to the accusation.

Just as the Ares camper left, Frank stepped in to take her place. “Golden child, huh?”

Annabeth smiled at him, softer than the smile she’d given Clarisse. “Apparently.”

Grover snuck in between them, chewing on his plastic cup. He bleated a laugh. “I can believe it.”

She narrowed her eyes at him over the rim of her cup. “You can?”

“Yeah.” He smiled at her. “You’ve been practically running this place since you were seven. And look at all these people who travelled to celebrate with you…”

Annabeth swept her gaze out over the pavilion, which was packed with all of her demigod friends - people she’d grown up with at the camp, people who had quested with her and fought by her side, people whom she loved. And at the centre of it all, Percy, blue icing smeared across his chin from where Piper had just mushed her piece of cake into his face.

“I don’t think any of these people consider me to be the golden child of camp, though. That honour probably goes to Percy.”

“Eh.” Frank shrugged. “Everyone knows that you two are a package deal, anyway.”

She watched her boyfriend chase after Piper with a cup of blue soda as she shrieked, “No powers, no powers!”

“I don’t need powers to pour this over your head, McLean!” Percy shouted, scaling a table and spilling soda on Calypso’s shoulder as he went. “Sorry!”

Annabeth laughed. “Lucky me.”

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Check Yes, Juliet

So I finally finished the skater AU. It didn’t really turn out the way I wanted it to, but let me know what you think about it! I hope you guys enjoy it, and make sure to stop by my ask sometime and talk to me! Love you, sweethearts!


“Nice,” Piper commented as he slid down the ramp and took a seat beside her.

“Thanks,” Percy said, grabbing his skateboard and scooting off of the ramp so he didn’t trip anybody that came down.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching a few other people skate up and down the half-pipe. There were a few good people here, but it was mostly just kids that had dragged their parents to the park. Most of the other teens had already left, and they would probably come back later tonight to skate when there weren’t a bunch of little kids running around.

Percy and Piper had been friends since grade school. They had met each other in the fifth grade when they had been paired together to do a project about something informative, and after a few minutes of arguing, they had both realized that they liked to skate. So, they had made a kickass video and poster explaining the basics. Percy and Piper had even both worn their skating gear and brought their skateboards along. They had gotten an ‘A’ on the project, and they had been best friends ever since.

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the pontifex and the pea(s).

The Bro Squad™ (or three of them at least) pull a prank on the Pontifex and his girlfriend. It goes about as well as you think it will. Because @cindersart​ wanted some bros and shenanigans <3

‘What do you mean, Frank chickened out? Like—literally or?’

'No, I mean, he didn’t want to do this with us. Which makes him a chicken in the grand metaphorical sense.’

Nico, bored already, makes an impatient noise. He was enjoying a perfectly peaceful walk with a friend before Percy and Leo had so unceremoniously hauled him away. Whether or not Solace had been worried for the duo or Nico, it was unclear. It may have just been alarm at being suddenly left behind in the garden of Bacchus on his first trip to New Rome. With a little twinge of regret at how he’d been grabbed and yanked off in the middle of a very engaging conversation, Nico begins to question why they’re here at all. Percy and Leo resume their gabbling in hushed tones, both with glaring slap marks on their shoulders and arms from where Nico had shaken off their grip.

Point one for the boy with the bony hands and an ever increasing dislike of being manhandled.

'Why would he just back out?’

'He has common sense,’ Nico offers. He doesn’t blame Frank in the slightest. They get a few days in New Rome every month or so, and this is their plan for the trip? 'Or maybe he has important Praetor business. I have a meeting with the senate later, too. He might be preparing for it.’

Leo shakes his head, pouting, and hands Nico a grease stained note. He recognizes the writing. It reads:
“Please excuse Frank from your usual fuckery today, he has a strong case of the Moral Objections that can’t be cured. Or as Hazel diagnosed it: an allergy to Leo’s ideas. Signed, Praetor Ramírez-Arellano.”

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But has anyone discussed the Camps’ treatment of Nico after the war? I mean…

  • Everyone’s on the fence about Nico
  • Camp Jupiter’s still wary because he lied to them about being the Ambassador of Pluto and being Roman as opposed to Greek, but at the same time he helped heal the rift and Reyna approves of him, but nonetheless they still can’t forget the lie
  • And Camp Half-Blood knows he knew about the Romans but told no one, and that he lied to Percy about not knowing him, but at the same time he got their statue back, and was great
  • On top of all that, he’s the son of Hades and whilst Hazel’s the daughter of Pluto he’s so much more creepier because who actually has the power to control the dead
  • (And someone probably accidentally spread the fact that Nico had literally turned Bryce Lawrence into a ghost, like who in the name of Hades can do that??)
  • (It’s almost scarier than Percy when he gets fighting.)
  • So for the next few days, people are wary around him, particularly when Hazel leaves.
  • (Though no one misses the second hug that Reyna and Frank give him)
  • (Everyone in Camp Jupiter’s buzzing about the fact that Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano is hugging people, I mean, what’s the world coming to?)
  • Now, it’s just the whole of Camp Half-Blood scrutinising Nico, and aren’t they surprised?
  • Whilst they’re all cautious of him, they see the affection that the Seven and a few others shower him with (relatively) (it’s obvious he’s not a huge fan of public affection)
  • Jason’s hug makes them consider things, maybe a bit. I mean, he was one of the ones who killed Gaia, right? He can’t have that bad judgement.
  • And then Piper keeps bugging him about eating more (Hazel asked her to, but she probably would have done it anyway), and he does, and everyone’s wondering where the hell he keeps that food?
  • By this point everyone’s a bit more sure that he won’t get annoyed and turn the whole camp into a bunch of ghosts, but still, the guy’s creepy
  • The real change is mostly when people realise that Will ordered him to the infirmary instead of him just hanging out there for three days
  • And everyone wonders how someone who’s so scary can be ordered around by someone as mellow and normal as Will.
  • When everyone sees him teaching Cecil how to play Mythomagic and just being a giant dorky five year old about it (“That’s not how you do it”, “You’re such a moron, why the hell would you do that,” “Loser, I’m kicking your ass,” then they kind of question why they were ever terrified of him
  • (And then a monster finds its way too the borders of Camp Half-Blood and he pretty much melts it into the shadows and they’re just wonder if they should be scared of him or if they should cuddle him.)
  • (Honestly, this kid’s just switches between the terrifying son of Hades who can turn people to ghosts to that little dog that everyone can’t help but love.)

I thought of this scenario. Like after the quest with mayor McDonough what if people finally realize “Hey, Piper was actually right?”

People start acting more nice towards her, and what if she’s able to grow her newspaper? Like say other people want to help her out, get stories, and pass out the newspaper.

Idk that would be pretty cool. Her newspaper becomes sort of huge in the commonwealth and now is more like a big business. And it even gets sent to the settlements and other communities!

anonymous asked:

Hey I wanted to say I love your blog. And ask if you've got amy more of this awesome 20-ish SoSu x Deacon? Maybe Deacon loving sole but still thinking it's a bit wrong because of the age gap? Or Some random settlers/people from Diamond city being mean to them for the same reason? i'' appreciate whatever you'll write *.*

Alright, so, I wanted to post another reaction before I did anymore Deacon stuff but… Oh well. I promise to have a reaction up tomorrow though! I’m almost done with it. Sorry I’ve been MIA. I would like to say I have an excuse for you, but I don’t :(

On a side note though, I restarted Fallout 4 on survival mode and just… :’)

Also, Codsworth is savage, like wow.

Also also, thanks anon for sending this in! 20-ish SoSu x Deacon is my OTP :’)

Dammit, I should’ve said no.

No, fucking, no.

Way to go Deacon, agreeing to date someone half your age. What did you think was going to happen? That her friends would sit idly by while she wasted her life on some old-as-dirt, fucking piece of shit like you? That they would spout at her that time-honored line of bullshit of “whatever makes you happy?”

I’d already received a less than pleasant visit from Piper. Big sibling syndrome: she stormed in, all clenched fists and bared teeth, and slammed her hands down on my desk, getting right up in my face.

“Are you kidding me?!”

“Well, I’m kidding about ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent of the time that my mouth’s open, so as a general rule it’s probably always safer to say, yes, I am kidding you.”

“You’d better be! I mean, what did you think you were doing saying yes to Sole? Did you think it was a good idea? To string along someone as young and open and fragile as she is?! What are you getting at here Deacon? Is this another one of your damn lessons? Because I swear if it is-“

My chair screamed across the floorboards as I stood up. Piper flinched and backed off of the table, but managed to keep a scowl on her face. I stared her down from behind my sunglasses, however her body language suggested that none of the effect was diluted.

“I’m a liar Piper, not heartless. It might be hard for you to imagine, but I care about Sole, and I wouldn’t dare hurt her, not after what happened last time.”

Piper’s lips quirked to one side. She wasn’t convinced, nor did she have any reason to. I am a liar, after all. At a loss for gesticulation, the reporter simply crossed her arms.

“One wrong move Deacon, and I will have your name and face plastered on every last inch of the Commonwealth.”

I chuckled.

“Charming thought, Pipes, but the Gunners already beat you to it. Feel free plaster away though; I’ll have already changed my name and face by the time you print the first issue.”

Piper smirked.

“I thought you promised Sole you wouldn’t change your face again.”

“I did.”

“Whatever. Just watch yourself, old man.”

“Always do.”

Preston and Danse have been giving me the stink eye too. The minuteman, thankfully, has been a smidgen more tactful about his displeasure with Sole’s and my relationship. Knowing the lion-hearted man, he probably kept quiet for Sole’s sake. He always did have a soft spot for her. A little late on the draw, I’m afraid. Early bird gets the worm, Preston.

Eugh. Actually, let’s never say that again.  Sole isn’t bird-breakfast, or some kind of prize. Shit. Maybe I should that doe-eyed do-gooder have a chance with her. He’d be a hell of a lot better for Sole than me.

Shit, even Danse would’ve been a better choice. Unlike the minuteman, Danse was a bit more brusque in his disapproval. If he hadn’t been actively attacking my character, his little speech might’ve actually been funny.

“Deacon, I am astounded by the profound lack of dignity you’ve revealed by being with Sole. Not only is this completely irresponsible of you, but the relationship itself is utterly disgusting. Disgraceful, even. You’re old enough to be her father; aren’t you the least bit ashamed of yourself?”


“Not as ashamed as you should be of that haircut. Maybe it’s time to go fully shaved Danse. I’ve got a few tips and tricks I can spare, but be warned, a good barber never reveals all of his secrets. Or is that magicians?”

Danse let a sneer smear across his smug-ass face.

“Hmph. I would expect as much coming from someone who dabbles in manipulation and subterfuge. I’m watching you Deacon. One wrong move, and I’ll be the first to introduce you to the barrel of my gun.”

“Sir yes sir.”

I gave him a lazy salute, and then headed on my way. I can only take so much of him at one time.

Shockingly enough, even our resident stone-cold killer came to pay me a visit. Terse as always, he didn’t mince his words.

“When you inevitably end up hurting Sole, don’t be surprised when I break your skull. Understand?”

“Loud and clear killer. But hey, you mind watching the face? It’s expensive. The spine however: open season! Feel free to break each and every little vertebrae yourself!”

X6’s nostrils flared with a slightly irritated sigh before he stalked off, making a show of his curt turn.

Thank God for Curie. She seemed to be the only one around Sanctuary with any sense, or rather, lack thereof.

“I do not understand! If you both love each other, then what is so wrong with you two being together? If Mademoiselle Edna and Monsieur Zwicky have taught us anything, then it is that love has few boundaries!”

“While I appreciate the sentiment Miss Curie, the relationship between my mistress and Deacon is of quite a different vein.” Codsworth butted in. Damn, I had really been hoping to avoid her robo-butler. “This lout is about twice as old as Mistress Sole, and has somehow manipulated the poor young thing into a horrible, dead-end relationship. She’s not equipped to deal with all of his undoubtedly heavy baggage, and she deserves someone who can take care of her instead of the other way around! I am loath with you Deacon, especially after I entrusted you with her safety. Then again, maybe it was poor foresight on my part for trusting a liar.”

I saw no need to argue.

And too bad for me if I wanted to slosh my way into oblivion because now even my favorite, red-headed drinking buddy sees fit shun me. I have a hunch that if Sole didn’t make her infatuation with me so glaringly obvious to everyone, Cait would’ve already put me in the ground. Instead, she settles for the occasional dirty look or just flat out ignoring me. To be honest, it stings a little that she hasn’t even bothered to give me a good verbal thrashing. I needed something to suck me back to reality.

Speaking of reality, here’s the real zinger: Nick.

Good ol’ Nicky, one of the few people too good for this fucked up world, didn’t bother to talk to me. Which was good; talking to me is a complete waste of time, and he knows it. Rather, he took Sole, sweet little Sole, into his cozy Sanctuary house to speak with her, and like a fool I skulked outside the window, listening to the two people I admire most in the Commonwealth discuss my least favorite topic: me.

Nick offered Sole a seat on his couch; I could hear the squeak of centuries old springs as they both sat down. Nick starts, but only after letting a few beats of silence settle them in.

“So Deacon, huh? That’s an… interesting choice.”

She huffed out a halfway amused laugh.

“That’s what everyone tells me, more or less.”

They go quiet again. She was never much of a talker. Nick sighed; it’s a conscious response for him, seeing as breathing for a synth is quite redundant.

“Sole, I’ve known Deacon for a long time. He’s a good man, but I believe both of you going about this irrationally. Now I don’t say this to scare you, but I want you to think about your relationship with him for a second. Deacon is old enough to be your father. Albeit a young father, but a father none the less. You’ll grow old together, sure, but he’ll pass on long before you do, probably by a good fifteen years or more. That’s a long time to miss a spouse. And what about kids? If you have them, they’re going to lose their father at an early age. And before you start off on me about early deaths in the Commonwealth, that’s different. Death by raiders, illness, wildlife: those are unforeseeable tragedies. This on the other hand, is avoidable… Just something for you to think about before cementing anything.”

More silence. I was tempted to peek, to see what was happening.

“Hey now, don’t cry sweetheart. I’m just trying to look out for you. You may be the savior of the Commonwealth, but that doesn’t mean you’re accustomed to it. Hell, you probably weren’t even accustomed to your world before thawing out here. You’re young Sole, and whether or not you want to admit it, you need someone looking after you. Everyone does, to some extent. But what’s more is that this is still your decision. If even after thinking it through you decide to stay with Deacon, I’ll support you both.”

There’s more creaking of the springs and some rustling of clothes. I chanced a look past the windowsill to see Nick hugging Sole with her face buried in the crook of his neck. The old synth spotted me right away, lifting a questioning brow, but said nothing. I gave him a grateful nod of my head and fled the scene just before he finished the hug.

“Alright, time for you to run along home before it gets dark. After these last few days, you need some rest.”

Turning away, I hiked up the hill behind Sanctuary to my humble abode: a nondescript little makeshift cabin. It looked as worn down as I felt, but even after Sole offered me a house in Sanctuary proper, I declined and insisted she have Sturges build me something small and out of the way. Pushing past the rusted red door, I collapsed into my tattered armchair and pulled out a cigarette because damn did I need one.

Barely two minutes into my smoke break, just when the nicotine started taking the edge off, my door gently creaked open. Sole tip-toed in, searching for me with big, watery eyes. I sat up, both hands pressed against the arms of the chair, poised to launch me to her side, but then I froze, smoking cigarette still caught between my lips.

This is it, I thought, Nick got to her. He always gets to her. Good for him. Good for her. Devastating for me. But this is how it should be, damn it. Don’t screw this up Deacon, just let her go. Let. Her. Go. She doesn’t need any more fuck ups in her life. Go ahead and end it, and maybe it won’t hurt too badly. Shit. Stop shaking. Shit, stop shaking.

Her hand on my shoulder makes me jump. I’m still frozen, but my eyes never leave hers. And her eyes, they’re red-rimmed and brimming, so she won’t be saying much. Talking unravels her.

She gestured her head down and then back up. I nodded reassuringly at her. A shaky sigh left through her nose, and then Sole carefully curled up in my lap, forcing me to recline from my coiled position. Her forehead warmed my neck, but the familiar feeling couldn’t help me relax. Plucking the cig from my mouth, I tried releasing some tension in one long, trembling breath.

“You were supposed to go home.” I said.

I felt her shrug.

“Didn’t want to.”

She wasn’t surprised that I eavesdropped. She was never surprised by my deceits, even the ones she fell for and then later discovered… or didn’t discover, ever since that damned recall code gag. She fell for it, hook, line, and sinker. But the price we paid for it in the end, were her lowered expectations. That’s the only lie in my whole career that I ever considered a failure.

Hell, how can she stand to live in the same community as me, much less come to me for comfort?

I take a long drag, willing some pesky tear back inside their ducts. Come on now Deacon, get it out before you lose your cool.

“Sole, I think… it’s been long enough. What we’ve shared has been nice and all, but for both our sake, it’s time to break it off.”

She jerked back like I’d hit her, her elbows digging uncomfortably into my chest. I could see her angrily trying to blink back the already falling tears.

“Wh-what?” Her hands fisted up in my shirt, clenching and un-clenching. “But… why?”

“Sole, please, this is already hard enough. I’m not good for you; never will be. Believe me, you don’t want to be hitched to this fuck up for the rest of your life.” I swallowed hard, and damn it, now I’m crying too. I saw realization spark across her face as the first tear breached the rim of my glasses. Compassionately, like everything she did, she took them off and set the pair on the side table.

We watched each other quietly crying. Shit, we must’ve been the most pitiful sight on the face of the earth at that moment.

Suddenly her hands were on my face, and she leaned in. The warmth of her breath caused a buzzing sensation starting through my lips.

“Don’t.” I whispered.

Sole didn’t answer. Her lips pressed against mine.

It was our first.

And it changed my mind.

“I love you.” I blurted, my lips awkwardly moving against hers as I said it.

“I love you too. I love you too.” She whimpered against me. “I don’t want to leave you Dee. Please. I don’t care what anyone else says, even if they end up being right. Even if you’re twice my age, and even if this means sacrificing my golden years. Maybe I am young and stupid, but I’m young and stupidly in love, and that’s all I know.”

She kissed me harder the next time. I was sure that her mouth was heaven on earth. Soft, prying and yielding at the same time, coaxing. And her tongue, God her tongue, slipping out and running across my chapped bottom lip. When she pulled away, it was too soon.

“And you’re not a fuck up Deacon.” Her thumbs rubbed rapidly at my tears, feeling soft against my cheekbones. “You’re not. You’re so not.”

I squeezed her hips, probably too hard; It had been so long, too long, since I felt this overcome. Shit, I was in deep.

“Ca- mm- C-Can’t argue with a pretty lady.” I cheesed, and there was that smile. I lived for that smile.  “Now, where were we?”

“I think I remember where we left off.” She said, and if there’s one thing I can count on it’s this,

Sole definitely isn’t a liar.

anonymous asked:

So here's what I'm thinking. EoWells knew Ronnie the original 1/2 of Firestorm would die. He didn't know about Caitlin being a meta because that only happened because of Flashpoint. He must not have known about Cisco becoming Vibe or he wouldn't have tried to kill him because he would know that Cisco lived in the future. He wasn't trying to change their timeline, I think? He was trying to either get back to his time or kill Nora right? My thing is did he know Hartley would become Pied Piper?

I think he knew Cisco would become Vibe because of his “a great and honorable destiny awaits you” speech he gave to him, I mean idk if he knew for sure but I think he guessed, and Cisco got in the way of his plans so he had to kill him
Personally I think he did know hartley was going to be pied piper and that’s a reason why he hired him and because he’s a sadistic fuck he really messed with him, acting like a father figure to him then shutting him out like he did


Solangelo one-shot, 2,778 words, general audiences. It goes through three casual moments in Will and Nico’s relationship. Set in canon!verse, not-spoilerish. Low-key inspired by a conversation I had with the lovely @ynysafallon, in which we shared some Solangelo headcanons. Hope you enjoy!


The day was exceptionally hot. Perfect for staying inside the Arts & Crafts building or having a picnic under the shadow of some tree. Maybe taking a nap in a hammock. Nico wouldn’t have minded any of those options.

Instead, Chiron thought it was a great idea if they all “enjoyed the beautiful day outside”.

(And of course Will agreed with him.)

“C’mon, it can’t be that bad, Death Boy.” Will said, distracted, while dragging Nico towards the volleyball court. By now, Nico was used to touch, and even welcomed it. It didn’t mean it had stopped feeling electric when Will was the one to do so. Nico was equal parts glad and annoyed by it. “It’s better than wrestling with the Ares cabin.” He motioned to his right with his head, where Clarisse was shoving someone’s head into the dirt.

“I could kick her ass.” Nico informed him.

“Volleyball is better. Besides, Jason is the one who invited us to play. And Piper.” He said as they entered the court. That caught Nico’s attention. His friends were visiting for the weekend. Nico had no particular interest for sports, but it was only fair that he spent more time with them, even if this was what they wanted to do.

He sighed. “Fine. But don’t we need more people? Say, six on each team?” He reminded Will, who shrugged.

“Not beach volleyball, no.”

“Nico! You actually came!” Jason yelled from the other side of the court, delighted. He started to run to the newcomers while Piper stayed behind, observing them as if confident they would go down.


“Listen, I already talked to Piper and everything, and you can totally be on my team.” Jason offered, his hands in fists. He looked as if he’d start bouncing with excitement at any moment.

“Oh, um… Nice, but listen…” Nico started, then paused, thinking about how best to reject the offer. “Um, do you mind if I stay with Will, this once? I mean, you have Piper, right?” It sounded ruder than in his head, but now it was late to take it back. Jason didn’t seem offended, though. Only surprised, his eyes wide and taken aback posture. He glanced between Will — who was absentmindedly stretching beside the son of Hades — and Nico as if just realizing something.

Nico scrunched his eyebrows, thinking back to what he said and not finding anything shocking at all. What could he—


Oh, wait.

You have Piper…

As I have Will.

Not like that, Jason.” He hissed, clenching his hands in tight fists.


“I mean it.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You thought, and… you’re wrong. We’re just friends.” He muttered the last part.

“Okay. Okay, right.” Jason said, lifting his open palms in a defensive posture while walking backwards. However, his expression was amused. His eyes gleamed in a way that said he was probably thinking about his best man speech for Nico and Will’s wedding. He winked and gave Nico thumbs-up.

The son of Hades considered himself to be relatively polite, but right then he felt tempted to flip him off.

For his contentment, Jason tripped on his own feet and fell on his butt on the sand. Will breathed out a laughter beside him.

“Serves him right.” Nico mumbled, still too annoyed to even smirk. It wasn’t like that.

(Which didn’t mean Nico didn’t daydreamed about how it would be.)

(But that was completely normal.)

(…Gods, he needed a break.)

“Okay. What was that about?” Will asked after a moment of silence between them. Nico gathered up courage and looked up at the other boy, but he didn’t need to worry; Will wasn’t looking at him. He was instead glancing at Piper and Jason, who was saying something to his girlfriend. He was frowning, confused, and there was something unreadable in his eyes that Nico wasn’t sure he wanted to decipher. It seemed… sad. It looked wrong in the healer’s face.

“Nothing.” He said too quickly, which brought Will’s attention back to him. Will’s look was searching, and Nico instinctively tried to make his expression neutral. It was a stupid tactic, of course. His face looked annoyed per usual, and trying to make it blank tended to make Will see right through him.

It wasn’t different this time, although Nico wasn’t sure what the healer had found in his face to make him smile that brightly. Gone was the undecipherable look in his eyes, and Nico couldn’t help but feel quite relieved. He felt his heart clench in his chest at the sight of that grin; he should be over it by now, but now and then Will managed to take his breath away again.

“You like me, don’t you?” Will said slowly, testing the words, unsure about them. His smile didn’t falter, though. Instead, his gaze became even more curious as he looked into Nico’s eyes. The son of Hades couldn’t think very straight.

“If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t be here, you idiot.” He added for good measure, but his voice sounded shaky and nervous nonetheless, and Will threw his head back and laughed, delighted.

“You do.” He sounded almost awed now, and Nico opened his mouth to deny it, but the words never left. He knew the precise moment when he lost control of his expression and let the panic show, because Will’s happiness faltered and his eyes grew serious. “It’s a good thing you like me, because I do like you. A lot. Like, like like you.”

“Are you ten?”


Will waited, observing as Nico looked away from his gaze and focused on taking deep breaths, as Will had taught him, so as to avoid hyperventilating.

Finally, Nico looked up, his eyes still showing some fear.

“It doesn’t freak you out? Not a tiny bit? I mean… I’m a guy.” His voice was low in the last part.

Will pondered, serious, before answering.

“Hi, A Guy. I’m bisexual.”


“Yeah. It doesn’t freak me out.” He suddenly grinned. “Wait, does that mean you really like me, then?”

Nico rolled his eyes and looked away.

“I did, but now I’m reconsidering it.” He mumbled, which made Will laugh.



Were 3-weeks anniversaries supposed to be special? Nico didn’t have a clue, and he didn’t really care. All he knew was that Will let him sleep until 10:30AM (Nico fell in love with him all over again), woke him up with kisses, then dragged him to their making-out spot in the woods, carrying a basket with him. He then proceed to lay out a picnic blanket on the grass and serve the food — sandwiches, strawberry scones, grapes, cocoa balls, and juice. Nico didn’t know where Will had gotten all of that, but he felt so relaxed, so content as Will beamed and rambled on the important of 3-weeks anniversaries, that he didn’t even ask.

After eating, they made out — of course.

It was very good. Nico was very happy. But there was a thought bugging — that stupid voice that dragged him down after the war with Gaia, and still did sometimes. What if Will didn’t think Nico was as invested in this relationship as him? What if he wanted Nico to change, to show more affection in public and call him those annoying couple names? It wasn’t something Nico was comfortable with, and they hadn’t talked about it yet, but Will seemed to know his limits, until now… But still, for how long would he accept them?

“Will,” He broke the kiss, reluctant and breathless, but the voice was irritating him too much. Will glanced down at him with confusion, still a little dazed. “You know I like you, right?”

He hadn’t meant to say that, but Will narrowed his eyes, as if processing those words was a complex task.

“Well, I have to say… I’m glad you’re making out with someone you like instead of, I don’t know, a mortal enemy or some—” He laughed when Nico slapped his arm.

“Stop being an idiot.” He said before he could think about the words, then his smile — he didn’t know he had been smiling; it was amazing that it didn’t hurt anymore — faltered. This was the exact type of behavior that he should avoid. “I mean, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay? About the insults and my lack of enthusiasm for… life, in general?” He breathed out, arms still embracing Will’s neck while his boyfriend straddled him on the ground. “I don’t think you’re an idiot. I just… I like our relationship the way it is, all of it, but I’ll understand if, if you don’t—”

“Honey, are you trying to make me leave on our anniversary? Seriously? You have the worst timing ever.”

Nico gave him a look. Will sighed.

“Nico, I know you don’t think I’m an idiot. I know this is your way of being, and guess what? That’s the Nico I fell in love with. My annoying brat friend who can’t pretend to be nice to save his life.”

“Hey! I’ll get you for that.” Nico said, his voice more affectionate than he’d planned. Will ignored that remark, choosing to lean in closer, until he was an inch away from Nico’s earlobe.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, darling.” His voice was low, and it sent a shiver down Nico’s spine.



Nico didn’t think there was any ideal condition to meet Hades in a pleasant way. This, though, didn’t even reach his low expectations.

They’d needed an army from the Underworld to defeat the giants. And the aid of the five children of the Big Three, along with the other four Heroes of Olympus. And the Greek and Roman armies.

Nico was tired. He was filthy, and thirsty, and felt like lying down and not moving for about three days straight. The children of Apollo were already fussing over those whose had been injured. Will, on the other hand, was using his healing powers on Percy’s poisonous lacerations.

Seeing Will using his powers was both fascinating and horrifying. Fascinating because beautiful golden light was expelled from his fingers in threads, reaching the wound and curing it; and horrifying because Will got visibly weaker after using it — paler, out of breath, trembling. He was much better at it than years ago, in the Battle of Manhattan, but he could still cure about seven people this way without exhausting himself, and Percy was the ninth.

“Stop it, you idiot.” Nico muttered, stepping closer to him. Even in his tired state, his mind computed that Will hadn’t been wounded, and he was relieved.

“This is the last one. Kayla can take care of the rest. I just—” He narrowed his eyes, and the brightness from the healing light vanished as Will stopped making it. He fell on his knees on the floor, panting. Nico knelt beside him in an instant, dropping his sword and embracing his boyfriend instead. He saw Percy give him a thumbs-up, indicating he was already fine, thank you very much.

“It’s okay. You healed them. No one’s dead.” Saying those words felt like a miracle, like a blessing. He would make sure to comfort Will and then help the other healers. He’d like everyone to return to camp safe and sound, for once. He kissed Will’s cheek, murmuring comforting things as his boyfriend hugged him back.

And that’s how Hades found them.

Will was the one who saw him first, and he froze. Nico looked behind his back, and said “oh”. It was a way of describing the situation.

None of them said anything for a while.

Then Nico stood up, helping Will up as well. He gave one look to his boyfriend, who nodded and managed to lift up one side of his lips for a fraction of second, silently giving him permission.

“Thanks for the army, dad.” Nico started.

“No problem. These are just some skeletons I had lying around the place, so.” He shrugged, shifting his glance between Nico, Will, and the ground.

“So… this is my boyfriend, Will. Solace. He is great, really.” He paused, then added, “He’s my best friend.”

The last part sounded somewhat more honest than the rest, even though it was all true. He hoped his attempt of securing a spot in Elysium for Will wasn’t too obvious.

Hades considered this information with a thoughtful expression. He frowned his lips, but seemed only pensive instead of angry or distressed; he scratched his chin.

“Child of Apollo, huh?” He nodded once. “I guess I understand the appeal quite well.” He murmured, glancing to his right. Nico followed his gaze and saw Persephone kneeling down, examining a warrior’s sprained ankle. “The summer… The warmth, can be very welcome to us.” He looked back at them while Nico scrunched his eyebrows.

“Dad, it’s not like that at all.” I mean, sure he liked to cuddle with the ball of warmth he called boyfriend, but that wasn’t relevant. He didn’t date people based on their body temperature. What the actual Zeus?

Hades gave him an amused look, one corner of his lips lifting up, and Nico had the funny impression he’d misunderstood his father’s words.

“I know.” He said, then all the amusement vanished from his face and became a glare the second he turned to his son’s boyfriend. “William Solace.”

Nico felt his boyfriend tense up beside him, but still Will stepped forward — slowly, still not recovered from all that healing —, and knelt down, bowing.

“It’s an honor and a pleasure to finally meet you, sir.” He said. It was clear to anyone hearing him how nervous he was, but he didn’t flinch or backed off. Nico felt a surge of pride and affection in his chest, and he felt like smiling a little.

Hades’ expression changed for a second, bewildered and unsure, and he considered Will with new eyes.

“Well. I hadn’t heard anything like that for a while.” He sounded satisfied, and motioned for Will to stand up, which he did, slowly. Nico walked forward and grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers, silently supporting him. Will squeezed it once in acknowledgment.

Hades sighed quietly, nodding once again.

“Okay. I won’t interfere. I want to talk to you in private, though.” He pointed at Will.

“Sure.” Will’s voice was tremulous. He was undoubtedly visualizing his fate as an eternity in the Fields of Punishment.

“It doesn’t have to be now. I see you are all suffering the consequences of battle.” He motioned to the drained warriors and healers running with supplies and stretchers. Nico couldn’t feel anyone in immediate danger, though. “I would invite you to dinner,” His voice was uncertain, just like it got when he talked about mortals’ habits. “But then you’d have to stay in the Underworld forever, and I believe you’d like to live a few more years?”

“That would be great.” Will said, his voice low and in a higher pitch than normal. Hades nodded again.

“Meanwhile, keep doing whatever it is that you’re doing to make him happy.” He motioned his head to Nico’s direction. “I see his health is improved.” He commented, and Nico could sense the shift in Will’s posture; how he stood a bit taller, and his voice was no longer tremulous, now that the conversation topic was something health-related.

“He is much better, in all aspects. He’s still stubborn with some things,” Glare at Nico. “But he is headed in the right direction, sir. I assure you that.”

Hades raised his eyebrows, probably taken aback by Will’s sudden boost of confidence, then sent Nico a pointed look.

“Stubborn, huh? We’ll talk about that.”

“Look what you’ve done.” Nico hissed so that only Will heard.

“I have to go now.” Hades said as Persephone appeared beside him, looking tired.

“Ready to go?” She asked, offering her hand. He took it and squeezed it once.

“Sure.” He said gently. He glanced at the boys one last time. “I’ll see you soon. Nico. Will.”

And then he, Persephone, and the hundreds of skeletons in the field disappeared.

Will almost fell on his knees again, relieved.

“I’m alive.” He said as if it was the most unbelievable statement of history. Nico laughed quietly, hugging his boyfriend.

“Of course you’re alive, dummy. I like you, he wouldn’t kill anyone I like.” Then he thought better and frowned. “Probably. Maybe. Okay, you know what? Let’s celebrate your survival.”

Will laughed and hugged Nico back.

“I love you.”

Nico held on tighter.

“I love you too.”

Will smiled a little, still looking exhausted, but happy.

“Good.” He said, and kissed his boyfriend.

Just to make it clear… What Hades meant was people with sunny, warm personalities and auras. Not elevated body temperatures. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!


I’ve seen a lot of posts about how Percy and the rest of the Seven would suffer from PTSD after everything they’ve been through. Fighting monsters and Titans. Giants and even Gaia herself. 

That the battles and the wars for the fate of humanity would have put such stress on them that they would react violently to sudden noises and go days without sleep. And that makes sense. Except for one thing.

They are heroes.

I don’t mean a technical classification based on parentage; synonymous with demigod. I mean they are true heroes.

•As a baby, Percy choked a snake that had snuck into his crib.

•At two years old, Jason was trained and tested by Lupa, and found worthy.

•At the age of seven, Annabeth walked alone into a cyclops den to save her friends.

•Leo fought Gaia alone to save his mother when he was eight.

•Hazel was thirteen when she pulled the cavern down on her and her mother, all to stop Gaia and Alcyoneus.

Piper and Frank had relatively normal childhoods but that doesn’t mean they didn’t give everything they had and more to defeat the Giants.

They all had courage and honour beyond limitation. They were self-sacrificing, brave, and always did the right thing. Of course they would’ve preferred a nice, quiet, monster free life.

But if they were given a choice, between doing nothing and having someone else fight, or risking their own lives on the front line…all seven would have volunteered without a moments hesitation.

They were born for this. They live for this. Of course they would have nightmares. And it would take time for them all to move on from the war. But they would heal. They would become stronger.

And if, whilst in the College of New Rome, the alarm went up and there was a squadron of monsters attacking the border. Percy would smirk and pull out his pen. Annabeth would shake her head and reach for her sword. They’d position themselves next to Frank and Hazel. Because that’s where they belong. Standing side by side, between evil and the rest of the world.

anonymous asked:

I love your writing! If you have the time, could you write a continuation of the percabeth royal Au? Thank you!

(a continuation of the percabeth royal au!)

It’s a rare occasion that Annabeth leads her troops directly.

Not because she doesn’t want to, but because it’s usually a smarter idea for the key strategist to remain in a position where she can see the whole of the field, react to events as they happen. She’s won more battles hovering over a map than from the back of a horse.

But battles are won off the back of soldiers the same as they are from good strategy, and sometimes her people need a morale boost. A reminder that their Queen respects and honours them. That she isn’t afraid to put herself in the same danger they have to face.

So when Tartarian forces finally overrun Olympus and start to threaten her borders, she saddles up and leads the skirmishes into the beleaguered kingdom. Committing the entire army would be a fool’s errand at this point - the enemy forces are too strong and too numerous - but guerilla warfare is a speciality of Annabeth’s.

All warfare is a speciality of Annabeth’s. She pulls her tricks out of the bag when required. Which is why it’s especially annoying when a freaking water dragon drops out of the sky as she’s leading a squad of ten to take out a Tartarian company before they hit up a border village.

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anonymous asked:

how companions act when they're pining after sole?? please include x6 if it's not too much trouble :D

Hi anon, thanks for the request :). I generally include X6 in my reactions/other ramblings, and I will also make him romanced if requested! 

Cait wouldn’t try to hide the fact that she had feelings for Sole. She’d make suggestive remarks all the time, and flat out tell Sole that she wanted to get with them. If Sole would reject her, she’d laugh it off and pretend that it was a joke.

Curie would try to be subtle about her feelings, but would fail miserably. She’d compliment Sole in every way possible; from physical appearance to combat skills. Curie would also laugh at anything she thought was supposed to be an attempt at humor.

If Danse had feelings for Sole, he’d be a lot less harsh on them with orders and things relating to the Brotherhood. On a more personal level, he’d try to get to know them better. He’d constantly ask them about life before the war, and how the military was for them/their spouse. He’d also tell Sole a lot more about himself. Particularly Cutler, even though he was painful to talk about.

Deacon would feel that he’d have to lie to Sole even more for them to have feelings for him. This’d lead to him telling borderline absurd stories about missions he’d been on. Sole would smile and act as though they thought the stories were real.

Hancock would try to mask his feelings for Sole as best as he could. But, nobody would be able to deny the smile on his face whenever he was around them. 

MacCready would be absolutely terrible at flirting; meaning a lot of awkward conversations between the two. Inevitably, Mac would have to sit down and just have a heart to heart conversation with Sole about the way he was feeling. 

Piper would flirt with Sole using cheesy pickup lines, and if Sole would call her out on it, she’d deny that she was flirting at all. She’d act super tough around Sole too. Like, she’d switch from her pistol to a baseball bat to ‘prove’ her strength.

Preston would be super smooth if he had feelings for Sole. He’d do all the right things at all the right times. He’d totally do the yawn-stretch-arm around shoulder move if they were sitting on a couch together. 

Nick would suppress his feelings for Sole for a long time. But he’d finally have enough of it and ask them to come over to the agency. When Sole would arrive, Nick would have the whole place decked out for a romantic dinner. That’s when he’d suck it up and tell Sole how he really felt. 

X6 wouldn’t know how to handle the situation. He’d never felt so strongly for someone… He didn’t think it was possible. So, the first thing he would do was tell Sole how he felt. He’d stumble on his words as spoke, and Sole would crack a smile. 

anonymous asked:

Read your post that said: "...Piper is going to get out and promise to wait for Alex. We wont see Piper again until the end of season 7 when Alex gets out and there will be a car waiting for her with Piper standing right in front of it." <-- Why would you want this??? I mean it's really sweet but I don't wanna go a whole season without Piper, a whole season without Vauseman! We've already been through that in season 2 and I don't want their last season to be like that!

It’s not that I want this. Believe me I love it when Alex and Piper are together. I can just see this being a possibility especially with Piper not having that much time left and especially because this show likes to torture my children and keep them apart some how. Then again Piper may get added time because of the riot. If they do get separated like this I can see it being sort of a test of trust for Alex. Will Piper go back to her original WASPY lifestyle and go on without Alex or would she really wait for her.

because cindersart drew the thing and because I might be obsessed with her jasper hp au

The quaffle slips from Jason’s hands before he realizes what he’s doing. There are others that are a bit closer, members of her own team and people in the stands, but he dives for her anyways. Later he’ll rationalize it by saying he’s the fastest, both skill and broom wise, but right now all he can see are her robes flapping wildly as she falls.

He’s not sure what exactly happened, he’d been looking the other way, but he’d heard the collected gasp of the crowd and noticed a few outstretched arms. Instantly his heart had plummeted, a feeling of complete terror washing over him. Jason had twisted on his broom to find her, to assure himself she was fine, that it was someone else that had been hurt. As soon as he’d seen her lean forward, slumped over the handle of her broomstick that fear had become very real. He didn’t bother to think about the game or scoring more points, he’d focused in on her and launched himself forward.

Now’s he’s rushing towards her as the ground hurls upwards to meet them, it’s a desperate race to get to her first. He won’t let himself think about what will happen if he loses, narrowing his mind on willing his broom to give him a little more speed. The wind rips at his hair, slicing into his skin and stinging his eyes but he only increases his descent. He aims for the ground she’ll hit if he doesn’t make it to her in time and his stomach churns.

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