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Find You (Part 1)

Summary: Bucky has moved into a new apartment, not knowing that its previous tenant thinks they still live there. And he’s the only one that can see them. 

Word Count: 1,673

Warnings: Talk of a car accident. Coma.

A/N: This fic has been in my documents, outlined, for the past year and a half. I hope you all enjoy it. It’s one of my favorite plot-lines EVER.

Originally posted by rohgers


The white-washed walls are the only barriers to muffle the woman’s sobs. She folds herself over the body of a young woman, barely in her early twenties and already battling to keep herself alive. The only sign of life in her is the ventilator, pumping artificial breath into her lungs, and the stable beeping of the heart monitor. The doctors hold hope in that she’ll wake up, there seems to be no brain damage, nothing seems to be halting her from waking up. Yet she does not. And the wails continue day in and day out.

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A BIG (early) CONGRATULATIONS TO A LILSIMSIE! ♥

Congratulations Kayla, no one works harder than you, as part of the original simsie squad I’m so proud that you’ve been able to achieve this, you truly deserve it. well done, watching you grow not just as a channel but as a person has been lovely. ♥

I got excited and couldn’t wait to post this, so here’s me, Kayla and Zoë. (included myself because #thedream). @lilsimsie, @alwaysimming 

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PJO Ship Aesthetics: Kayla Knowles/Reyna Avila Ramirez Arellano 

Slow and steady stroke
Stubborn, beautiful
Careful as I go
In this wild and wicked world
I go

somebody that i used to know (Pt IV) || old man logan

Originally posted by margerys

You all got me close enough to fifty notes on Part 3, so let me reiterate this: THIS IS THE FINAL PART of this fic and 2/4 one-shots for the day! 

Tag List: @itsbrittbrattt  @house-of-penguin @drewkelliii @agirlinherhead @tigershaveteeth @avengers-bucky-fanfic  @weasleytheking @liveourlifelikenobodyelse @BuckyBabble  @xavier-chxrles

Warnings: ANGST and spoilers for the last scene in Logan!

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Warm Me Up 35

I wrote all of this today guys. All of this came to me TODAY. I HAVE BEEN SUFFERING WRITER’S BLOCK SO HORRIBLY THAT I COULDN’T WRITE UNTIL TO-FUCKING-DAY. 

So…. you know, feedback, fanart, moodboards, and reblogs are very very appreciated. 

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The best way to start off a birthday was definitely with a midnight breakfast. Dr. Solace and Miss Naomi were both too tired, and suggested they go alone. They would celebrate with Will throughout the day after a good rest. Kayla, of course, begged to tag along, and although her parents tried to pry her away, Nico and Will both said it was fine if she went.

There was a Denny’s nearby, and it was late enough on a weekday that it wasn’t very full. Nico wondered how Kayla was awake this late, and how she still managed to wake up at ungodly hours. She jumped excitedly at the sight of a crane machine offering stuffed animals, but Will prodded her along, promising he’d get some change later to let her play.

It felt nice to be out with just Will and Kayla. It felt like he could finally breathe and relax. The Solaces weren’t rude to him. Miss Naomi was so kind, it made Nico feel strange and wistful. Dr. Solace was pleasant, but obviously still felt guilty over the argument he had caused and the things he’d said. Still, it felt like they constantly observed him. They were careful and analytical, watching him and his interactions, like they were trying to figure him out. It made Nico nervous and tense, but he didn’t say anything.

Now, with just Kayla and Will with him, he felt more relaxed than he’d felt all week. Part of him was anxious to go home that weekend, but he also knew Will would be leaving for a final group of orientation.

Kayla sat beside him and began pointing out all the things she liked to eat, which was most of the adult menu. While he helped her color in her child’s menu, he glanced up and saw Will looking at him with a strange, misty-eyed expression. “What?” he asked.

Will shrugged and smiled. “Nothing.” Nico frowned and raised an eyebrow, but Will just kept smiling fondly.

After a while, once they’d ordered and had their drinks, Will’s hands encased Nico’s. Kayla was distracted by the whipped cream on her hot chocolate. “I remember,” he began softly, “we went to a park once, and you said you didn’t think you could be good with kids.”

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Little White Lies - Part Four

Ughhh I reread/redid this sooo many times and I still don’t really like it. But, eh. Let’s just do it.

Chapter One 

Chapter Three

Chapter Four 

5,650 words - yikes!

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Nico muttered as he inched his way down the dimly-lit hallway. Slipping around the corner, he continued down another corridor - almost tripping over a coffee table against the wall and streaming a slur of hushed curses - then resumed forward again and counted the doors he passed. One… two… Nico came to a halt at the third and slid down the wall next to the door frame. He put his hand over his mouth to silence his heavy breathing and brushed his dark and still-tangled hair away from his forehead.

After managing to calm down he began to wonder what he was even doing there. Sure, he couldn’t sleep, but how does that explain why he had ended up outside the Prince’s bedroom? What was he even there for?

Biting his lip, Nico shifted onto his knees and pressed his ear to the door. He was met with silence on the other side. Was Will asleep? Wait, Nico thought to himself, of course he was. It was past three in the morning, why wouldn’t he be asleep?

Finally thinking clearly again, Nico decided he didn’t want to wake him up and began to get to his feet, using the door handle to push himself up. With a click, the handle dipped and the door swung open. He bit his lip so hard he could have sworn he tasted blood. He slowly leaned into the room and strained to see through the dark. “H-Hello?” he whispered. Feeling his hands shake slightly and his stomach lurch and twist into knots, Nico stepped forward, crossing the room quietly to stand at the edge of the bed - empty and neatly made.

Nico let out a breath, then turned and left the room, closing the door as silently as he could. Muttering to himself about how stupid that had been, he headed back to his own room. Why had he even left it in the first place?

When he gave up trying to figure that out, his mind flicked to the reason the Prince wasn’t in his room. Where would he be? Was he alright? - Not that Nico cared, of course. But if Will was taken by a cereal killer before the coronation, things would get complicated with the alleged ‘client’ Jason was talking about.

Huffing, Nico decided to just push it from his mind and flopped back onto his bed when he got to his room. For the second time that night, he found himself staring at the ceiling and tracing the pattern on the wallpaper with his eyes, sighing. “What am I doing here?” Feeling miserable, he flung his arm over his eyes and let out a trembling breath.

It was hard to tell how long it was before he fell asleep. In his dream, he saw the Prince wearing a navy blue tailored suit, walking confidently onto a platform at the front of a massive room full of people. The King and Queen stood to the right of the stage. Nico watched the scene from behind the three of them.

There was deafening applause from the crowd as Will took his place and waved at them. Nico felt himself smile a little. But the rare smile quickly faded as the applause came to a sudden halt and a hush settled over the entire room. Gasps traveled through the crowd, eyes widened, jaws dropped. Small children started wailing, their parents scooping them up and holding them tightly. Will and his parents spun around and their eyes locked on the strange boy standing behind them.

Nico could hear their hearts beat faster, as well as his own - a percussion orchestra banging against the inside of his head. Fear overcame their features as they stumbled back from him. Nico looked down to find his dagger gripped in his hand so tightly his knuckles turned milky. Before he even knew what was happening, he was striding toward the Prince, who fell backward and tried to scramble away.

Kneeling over him, he put a hand on Will’s throat to still his movements, though Nico wasn’t in control of his actions. His hands clasped at Nico’s forearm and he could see the terror in the Prince’s eyes. It was only until he followed Will’s horrified gaze that he realized his other hand was slowly raising the blade.

“No,” Nico wanted to yell. He wanted to scream, he wanted to stop. He couldn’t. The knife came down, Will cried out in pain, and Nico woke with a start. He pushed himself up on wobbling arms, gasping and struggling to breathe.

With a sigh, he pulled off his shirt, which was soaked through with sweat. Nico rubbed at his eyes and tried to get the look on dream-Will’s face out of his mind, but it was a futile attempt. He shook his head. Whatever, he thought. It wasn’t like he was going to be the one to actually kill the Prince, anyway. He was just a spy. Nothing anything like that dream was ever going to happen.

Nico laid back again and reached blindly for his phone on the bedside table. He checked the time. “Ten o’clock?!” he yelped as he jumped up, got tangled in the sheets, and toppled head over heels off his bed. “I’m three hours late! Shit shit shit!” For the next fifteen minutes, Nico scrambled around his room as he got ready. Hopping on one leg, he yanked on his pants, then swept his hair into place without bothering to comb out the knots while simultaneously brushing his teeth.

After going through a mental checklist of everything he needed, and then once again to make sure he didn’t forget anything, he bolted out the door and tried not to sprint to the kitchen. Thank god he didn’t have to punch in with one of those timeclock things.

Still struggling with the last button on his shirt, Nico walked toward Leo and Piper as they talked with one of the younger chefs about who-knew-what if Leo was involved. But they seemed to be pretty excited. Piper was the first to spot him approaching and waved. Leo looked over next and raised an eyebrow.

“You look like literal death,” he informed Nico once he was close enough.

“Thanks, I try,” Nico replied.

Raising a brow, Piper asked, “Do you know how late you are?”

“I overslept.”

“For three hours?”

Nico muttered something under his breath, then straightened and squared his shoulders. “Look, it was a long night, okay? Can we just drop it and talk about something else?” Of course, he didn’t mean to sound so harsh - it must have been the lack of sleep. The others seemed to catch on and reluctantly restarted the conversation they were having, sending him weary glances every once in awhile.

While they continued talking, Nico promptly zoned out, probably appearing as if he was staring at one of the chefs and effectively freaking them out, but Nico’s mind was nine miles away.

“-nk, Nico?”

His head snapped back to Leo, Piper, and the other dude - who still hadn’t walked away, oddly enough - all of whom were now looking at him expectantly. “Uh, what? Wasn’t listening.”

“I asked you what you think about coming to a party tonight,” Piper explained patiently, though Nico picked up on the slightest hint of playful annoyance. “We’re all getting off early, and there’s a really cool bar a few blocks into town. You in?”  

Nico paused and made a face. “Nah, wouldn’t be a good idea. Parties aren’t my thing. Plus… uh, I should probably call home. My family wants me to stay in touch.”

“Oh, come on!” Leo whined. “It’ll be fun! You’ll get the chance to get some more friends around the town.” Leo still thought Nico had come from Venice - though why he hadn’t questioned the lack of an accent and that he was ‘already’ fluent English Nico didn’t know. “Also,” Leo continued. “I am extremely curious to see what kind of drunk you are.”

“Ten bucks says he’s the reckless type that tries to jump off buildings and see if he can fly,” Piper added.

“I’m going with bipolar emotional sap.” Leo and Piper shook on it and Nico rolled his eyes.

For the next two hours and for the first half of Nico’s shift he went around the kitchen and took care of chores. He was already used to having to take care of the bakery basically by himself (because Hazel was no help at all, saying she had to study - even though it’s still freaking summer).

As Nico was stepping through the back door after taking out two bags of trash, the same sharply-dressed man that had approached him on his first day at the palace sauntered up once more. He stood straight and tall and adjusted his bowtie before speaking. “It has been requested you complete a task for His Royal Highness,” he stated, voice nasally.

The boy quirked a brow and turned impulsively, grabbing a broom leaning on a counter and sweeping the floor a few times before he paused and faced the man again, leaning on the handle. “Alright, and why is that?”

“I have told you before, please do-”

“-as you are told,” Nico finished. “Yeah yeah. Am I entitled to know what this ‘task’ entails?”

“This information was not disclosed to me. In any case, please report to-”

“Sorry, bud. I wish I could, really.” Nico feigned a distressed sigh and inspected his nails. “But, I’m a bit swamped with work here in the kitchen and if I don’t know what I’m passing my initial responsibilities up for, then I’m afraid I can’t help ya.”

The man’s eyebrows bristled and his face turned slightly red. He looked like a beet with bushy eyebrows and a mini mustache. “I assure you, any work His Royal Highness has made the decision to trust in you is far more salient than an obligation to complete such lowly kitchen chores.” He spat out the last part like Nico was some sort of cockroach for doing his job.  

Feeling himself becoming agitated, Nico replied in a steady voice from between gritted teeth, “Well, then I’m sure such prestigious work should be taken care of someone a little more important than a kitchen maid, huh?” He smirked as the man searched for an argument. Evidently not finding one, he tugged on the hem of his vest and walked off the way he had come, trying to keep his posture straight. Nico chuckled in victory - before realizing he now had to get back to cleaning. He groaned and continued sweeping the floor.

For the rest of his shift, Nico tried to listen for any gossip being spread around the staff as he finished up his chores. But no such luck. Either there were too much clattering and clanging and oven-beeping for the boy to hear, or these people didn’t talk as much as he assumed they would.

Before noon, three more people had come up to Nico, asking him to tend to something for the Prince. Nico found a way out each time, telling them he had prior obligations and that there must be someone else who could take care of it. It was getting annoying.

Finally, just as Nico finished cleaning the counters, his hair tied back and plastic gloves covering his hands, the clock struck half-past noon and various people took their lunch break. Nico quickly put away his cleaning supplies and yanked off the hair tie before heading for the main entrance to the kitchen. Leo and Piper tried to get his attention before he left, but he waved them off, spouting out a quick lie about how he forgot something in his room that morning.

He grabbed a bagel from a woven basket on the counter on his way out the double doors, crossed through the dining room outside the kitchen, then into the corridor. Taking big bites from his small lunch, he roamed around the castle, trying yet again to memorize the layout. He had pretty much gotten the first and third floor down, but there were still three others.

After exploring the second floor, Nico advanced to the fourth and roamed wherever the hallways took him. He had long since finished his bagel and was wishing he had a drink for the third time when he approached a door, slightly ajar, further down the hallway. As he neared, he heard familiar voices softly floating out into the hallway, keeping their tones hushed.

Nico slowly crouched down and inched his way toward the door, trying not to think about how similar this situation was to the one he was in that morning. Once he reached the edge of the door frame, he gradually leaned forward so that he could just see around the door.

It was a wide room, the walls lined with dozens of overstocked bookshelves and lamps hanging on the walls here and there. In the far corner from where Nico sat was a large maroon desk, scattered with papers, books, letters, and pens that had run out of ink and had been haphazardly tossed aside. There were two people, a man sitting at the desk with his head in his hands, and a woman with a straight and slightly stiff posture in a chair in front of him.

“He will do absolutely fine, Lester,” the woman assured him, “I believe he is ready.”

“Yes well, shall we agree to disagree?” the man replied bitterly, glancing up from where he had been staring at the wood desk. “He is just not ready to rule a kingdom! The mere thought is - just astonishing. He’s practically still a child.”

Nico had to bite his tongue to keep quiet. There was a reason he had recognized these voices. The King and Queen. And they had to be talking about Will.

“You’re being rash,” Queen Naomi informed him. “Still a child? You said the same thing when I suggested the coronation take place three years ago. Then, I could understand your concern for his maturity, but he’s almost twenty! I believe he is more than ready.”

The King shook his head. “I’ll believe it when I see it. He’ll have to really step up if he wants my blessing.”

Nico bit his lip. For about 0.2 seconds, he felt a pang of pity for the Prince, that his own father didn’t believe he could run the kingdom well - but it quickly dissipated when Nico remembered that he and the King shared the opinion. Stay focused, he told himself.

The King and Queen continued to argue, but Nico didn’t get to hear the rest of the conversation after something wrapped around his bicep like a vise and yanked him backward, dragging him all the way down the hall while he tried to regain his balance. It didn’t work and he stumbled over his feet until he was jerked to a halt.

“Just what,” A voice hissed in his ear, “do you think you’re doing?” Nico swallowed and chanced a glance at his captor’s face. Recognition flicked through his face as he remembered the girl in the white dress with the black eyes and glossy hair pulled into a braid that rested on her right shoulder.

Nico struggled to find a way out of this one. “I-I was just,” he paused, clearing his throat as he tried to come up with an excuse, keeping his voice low. “I was passing by and stopped to tie my shoelaces.” He pointed to his foot for good measure.

“So you mean to tell me,” she started slowly, her voice low and perilous, “that you just happened to be passing by the King’s study while they happened to be discussing a topic of confidentiality and just happened to have to tie your shoe at that exact moment?” She raised a brow.

“Uh, yes. That is exactly what I mean to tell you.” Nico nodded firmly. She hummed skeptically and pushed him to his feet, allowing him to gain his balance before yanking him down the hallway again.

Once they were far from the King’s study where he and his wife continued on with their argument, the girl pulled Nico to a stop again and grabbed a fist full of his shirt. “Look, I don’t know what your problem is-”

“No problem,” Nico interrupted. “I tied my shoe, so I’m all good now.” She glared at him and he glared right back.

“I better not catch you trying anything funny with the Royal Family. Got it?” There was something weird in her eyes, the expression on her face. Her tone of voice and words tumbling from her lips gave the feeling that she was willing to protect the Royals at whatever cost. But Nico could see the flicker of doubt behind her eyes. It was almost as if she was forcing herself to come off as she was; forcing herself to seem loyal to them.

Nico wanted to ask but knew it was pointless. So instead he used her technique and put it in his eyes, hoping she noticed. “Got it,” he answered. She paused before letting him go.

“What are you even doing in this hallway? The kitchen is on ground level.” She crossed her arms.

Nico shrugged. “I was just walking around. I’m on lunch break.”

The girl rolled her eyes and scoffed. “That doesn’t justify you walking around in restricted areas of the castle. You shouldn’t be up here.”

“And you should?”

“Yes. I’m the Princess’s lady-in-waiting.” She looked him over once again. “You’re the same kid who needed directions to the Prince’s room about a week ago, correct?” Nico nodded. “I assume he wanted to get to know you like he does with all the other staff?” Another nod. “Did you let him?”

“No…” Nico knitted his eyebrows. Why was she asking?

“Good. But, he can be obstinate at times. He won’t give up, you know that right?” The boy grumbled and ducked his head angrily, dark hair falling in his eyes, as he explained about all the people telling him to go find the Prince and take care of something for him. He assumed that if bringing him his dinner a week before had been an excuse, it was justifiable that the reasons he was presented with earlier that day were excuses as well. He knew the Prince just wanted to dig up his past - for whatever odd reason - and The boy couldn’t let that happen, for more reasons than just the fact that he was a spy.

“It’s going to be hard to avoid the people he sends for the rest of today.” Nico sighed and rubbed his neck, trying to work out the knot that had been there for the past few weeks.

“Well,” the girl hesitated. “I guess I could help you out with that.”

Nico straightened and met her gaze. “You could? How?”

“I’m going to be busy for the rest of today and I need someone to watch the Princess while I’m gone. I was just on my way to meet up with someone and ask for their help when I ran into you. Now, I don’t trust you as far as I can throw you, but I don’t think you’re stupid enough to mess this up.”

“Uh, thanks?”

She simply nodded. “Kayla’s room is on the third floor, east wing. It’s two corridors over from the Prince’s. You can’t miss it, trust me.” Nico nodded. “You’ll just have to watch her for a few hours while I take care of a meeting. Think you can handle it?” Nico gave her a two-fingered salute and she turned and walked the way they had come - back toward the King’s study.

“Alright, then,” Nico breathed. “Guess I’m a babysitter now.”

Feeling much more confident about his navigation skills, Nico headed off toward the stairs and climbed down to the third floor, then set out to find Kayla’s room. As he walked down the hallway against the east wall of the castle, he got distracted by the view from the windows - which took up the entire wall. Below was an extravagant garden, full to bursting with white roses accompanied by eccentric tulips and violets and other flowers and plants.

Nico forgot to watch where he was walking as he stared out the window, and bumped into someone heading the opposite direction. Books went clattering to the floor as the other person grunted in surprise and papers flew all over the hall.

“Ack, sorry,” Nico muttered, bending down and reaching for a book.

“No problem…” Nico’s hands froze at the voice. You have got to be kidding me, he thought bitterly. “Hey, are you who I think you are?” Nico looked up and met the Prince’s gaze, a scowl on his face. “Ah, you are.” Will bent down as well, but not to pick up his things; solely to just be eye-level with Nico. “I’ve been sending for you all day. I don’t believe we’ve finished our conversation from last night…”

Nose twitching slightly, Nico shoved the books back into Will’s hands and stood. “Odd. I seem to remember it ending fairly quickly.”

“That’s the problem.” Will stood up as well. “I didn’t even get your name.”

Nico shrugged. “Call me whatever you like, your Highness.”

Will sighed. “I told you I didn’t like that.”

“Too bad.” Nico’s eyes widened and he clenched his fists as he realized the mistake. “I mean… I’ll… take that into consideration… Sir.” Nico ground the sentence out, each word practically causing him physical pain to let past his lips.

Will groaned as Nico pushed past him. “‘Sir’ is even worse! Is it so hard to just call me by my first name?” he yelled after Nico, but he never got a response. “Fine then.” Will sighed again and continued down the hallway after collecting a few more papers.

Nico eventually found Kayla’s door, plastered all over with posters and signs saying Please knock, and I may think about granting entrance - maybe, and Off with their head ye who barges in. There was one nailed to the center of her door, hanging on a string so that it could be flipped over, currently displaying the words HER ROYAL HIGHNESS IS AVAILABLE, in green glitter. Nico peeked at the other side, which read HER ROYAL HIGHNESS DOES NOT WISH TO BE DISTURBED. COME BACK NEXT MILLENNIA, in blue glitter.

Not wanting to have his head chopped off - according to the sign - he knocked and the door immediately opened. A girl of around ten years of age stood in front of him, ginger hair pulled into a high ponytail, a green headband to keep wisps from falling out.

“Who’re you?” She asked.

“I’m Nico,” he told her, offering his hand. When all she did was stare at it, he put it back down. “Your lady-in-waiting sent me to watch you for the rest of the day,” He explained, wearing a small smile.

“Oh.” Kayla opened the door wider to let him in. “I guess that’s fine then. But if you try to kidnap me, you’re in a heap of trouble, got it, Mister?”

“Nico.”

“Right. And anyway, I don’t get why I have to have a babysitter for just a few hours. I mean, I’m almost eleven!” She brushed a few dolls to the foot of her bed and jumped on, pouting. Nico stood there awkwardly, not having the slightest clue what to say to the kid.

Her room wasn’t much smaller than Will’s, Nico noted. But it was drastically different. Her bed was smaller, a twin, and sat in the far right corner of the room. The walls were a light green with gold and white patterns. She had a pink beanbag chair, two chests full of toys, and Christmas lights looped the entire room where the walls met the ceiling.

“Are you bored?” she asked suddenly. “I’m bored. Let’s go exploring!” She hopped off her bed and grabbed Nico’s hand, pulling him out the door and turning down the hallway. “You’re new here, right? I’ll show you my favorite places in the castle.”

Before Nico could respond, he was being yanked down the hallway, vaguely thinking that maybe the small Princess had learned it from her lady-in-waiting. Kayla dragged Nico all throughout the castle, giving him her own personal version of the tour he received a week prior. After a few stops, she tugged him into the ballroom.

“Look, my big brother showed me how to dance that really fancy one that they always do at the big parties.” She positioned her feet and straightened, raising her arms around an invisible suitor and spun around the room, humming a waltz. Nico chuckled. Kayla glanced at him over her shoulder as she continued. “Do you know how?”

Nico shook his head. “Oh, no. Definitely not. Besides, I don’t think that I’ll ever need to use it.”

Kayla frowned and stopped dancing. “Of course you will. How else will you meet your Prince Charming?”

Nico smiled and shook his head, before fully registering what the little girl had just said. “P-Prince Charming?!”

She nodded, humming. “It’s in all the fairy tales. Will talks about it all the time. Seeing your Prince Charming from across the ballroom and feeling drawn to them like a magnet,” she explained, a wistful expression on her face, “and then you meet and take each other’s hands and dance together and fall in love and kiss at midnight!” She giggled.

Nico’s eyebrows furrowed. He highly doubted she knew what she just implied. And as for Will talking about it all the time, that was probably just because he read her the stories so often. “Yes, right… uh, how about we move on now?” Kayla nodded eagerly and continued on her favorite place tour.

Next stop was the garden that Nico had seen from the windows. Kayla navigated through the maze-like rows of plants and flowers taller than Nico, while he did his best to keep up. He was less afraid of losing her than he was of getting lost himself. The garden was at least three times the size of the massive ballroom, taking up an enormous space of land behind the castle. As he had seen from inside the palace walls, the majority of the garden consisted of white roses, but there were eccentrically-colored tulips and hydrangeas and countless others.

Suddenly, Kayla looked up from admiring a ladybug marching across a leaf, squealed, and ran off down the row. Nico’s voice rang through the garden when called out for her to wait, then hastily followed. As he rounded a plant he couldn’t name to save his life, Nico saw Kayla being swung in a circle by a girl in a single-strap white dress, caramel hair braided over one shoulder.

Nico wondered briefly if a white dress and braided hair was the dress code for women of the palace or something.

The girl - maybe around Nico’s age - set Kayla down gently and adjusted the young girl’s headband for her. Then she straightened and sent a glowing smile Nico’s way. “Hello!”

“Uh, hi?”

She smiled brighter and closed the distance between them, offering her hand. “I assume you’re the new guy I’ve been hearing so much about? Nico, was it? I’m Calypso. You can call me Caly.”

“Uh, nice to - wait, how do you know my-”

She chuckled. “Sorry, I’m sworn to secrecy.” She winked.

What the heck?

“I’m the palace gardener,” Caly explained. She gestured to the foliage surrounding them. “To me, this place is my palace.” Smiling fondly all around her, Nico couldn’t help but admire how happy she seemed to be. He also couldn’t help but wonder if that smile would last longer than a month. He doubted it; the coronation was in four weeks.

Not wanting to be rude, Nico let Calypso show him around the garden, telling him the names of the various plants and flowers, although he didn’t even remember one. However, he didn’t say anything and simply let Cally prattle on about them. There was something soothing in her voice that made you want to do nothing but listen - no matter what she was saying.

After Nico didn’t know how long and him trying to politely refuse a flower crown but Cally insisting and giving him one anyway, Calypso let them go and Nico followed Kayla back inside, where she turned off down a hall and continued onto their next destination. They walked for about ten minutes before she stopped in a random hallway, the walls covered with portraits of the Royal Family. Nico quirked a brow.

“This is one of your favorite places in the castle?” Kayla nodded. “Why?” A sly smile spread across her face and she raised an eyebrow.

“What, you didn’t notice?”

“Notice what?” Nico watched as Kayla stepped toward a painting sitting low on the floor, just barely bigger than she was, and pulled it aside. It slid to the left along a hidden track and revealed a small door that opened into the wall. Nico stared, dumbfounded. Giggling, Kayla pushed the door open and gestured to the hidden corridor it leads through.

“This goes all throughout the castle walls. I always win hide-and-seek.” She grinned. Meanwhile, Nico was trying not to make his own too obvious. He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek, shifting his weight onto one foot.

“Huh.”

“You want me to show you? I’ve never told anyone, so you should feel special.” With that, Kayla grabbed his hand and pulled him into the secret hallway. He had to duck to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling, and his shoulders were constantly pressed against the walls, but he didn’t have a single complaint. After a week, his luck was finally turning. Nico had noticed that the people who worked at the palace didn’t gossip much - which wasn’t any help to him. But who knew what they talked about behind closed doors?

The Princess guided Nico all over the third floor, passing a surprising amount of empty rooms - including Will’s. While Nico was wondering (against his better judgment) where the Prince was, the door opened and a boy with dark skin and curly black hair crept in. Leo, Nico thought without hesitation. Assuming Leo was going to pull some prank on him, Nico opted to move on.

Nico let the Princess gain a lead a few times to pause and listen in on conversations between maids and other castle workers. Unfortunately, the topics never sparked Nico’s interest.

That is until he found Kayla’s lady-in-waiting.

They had climbed up a ladder to the fourth floor and continued through the tunnels when they came across a room with only a few cabinets and a small window, the girl standing stiffly in the center, talking quietly into a phone. Kayla got bored after a few minutes and continued ahead, but Nico hung back.

“Yes, I know,” she said. There was a pause. “I promise, things are moving forward. It’s just taking longer than I thought.” Another pause. “Because… let’s say…” she glanced around the room, not noticing Nico peeking in from behind a fake air conditioner. “There’s a… rat in the kitchen.” Nico’s hand flew to his mouth to keep from gasping. She couldn’t be…?

“No one else else knows; I’m keeping it under wraps to prevent a panic.” She nodded as someone spoke on the other end. “Yes… yes, I’ll take care of it.”

Nico slowly backed away from the vent and took off as quickly down the tunnel as he could, whispering Kayla’s name. “Kayla! Come on, where are you?”

Kayla’s head popped up from another ladder. “You rang?” She smiled. “I was waiting for you here.”

Nico let out a breath. “How do you even know that reference?”

She quirked an eyebrow. “What reference? It’s just something Reyna says all the time. Though, she always sounds kinda mad.” She shrugged and ducked down the ladder, Nico climbing on after her.

Nico and Kayla made it back to her room just before Reyna (Nico assumed her name was). After asking how things went and questioning Nico thoroughly, she allowed him to go back to his own business. By now, it was early afternoon. He still had a few more hours left to work in the kitchen. Nico’s mind was still reeling about Reyna’s conversation, and he didn’t even complain about having to go back to work; the distraction was welcome for the time being.

Hours later, Nico was cleaning up the dining room outside the kitchen when Leo and Piper, along with three other kitchen workers, burst through the doors, smiles on their faces. Nico paused from setting a table. “What’s up?” He asked.

Piper looked at him, exasperated. “You forgot?” Nico shrugged.

“We’re going to par-tay! Whoo!” Leo punched the air.

“I thought I told you guys I wasn’t going.” Nico shook his head and returned to struggling to remember which side of the plate a fork went on - whenever he tried to set tables at the bakery, Hazel would switch up the utensils and managed to thoroughly confuse him.

“Too bad.” Piper crossed her arms and nodded to one of the bigger kitchen workers accompanying them. He then stepped forward and grabbed Nico, then proceeded to drag him along behind the group like a ragdoll, him trying to get away all the while.

“Seriously, I’m not going! I’m underage anyway!” He yelled, clawing at the hand gripping his forearm. “Let me go!”

Leo turned his head to look at Nico over his shoulder. “Can’t do that, bud. See, Piper and I raised the bet on what kind of drunk you are, and I’m getting that fifty bucks if it’s the last thing I do.” Nico sighed.

It was going to be a long night.

wednesdaysandwhich  asked:

Nico and will getting to know each other through regular camp activities(They've both been through so much, I just need them whole and healing)

Here you go! But seriously, how do you end things?


How hate turned to love

Nico wasn’t lying when he said that he had hated the three-day stay in the infirmary. Sure, he had been allowed to go outside on the third day of his stay to ‘get some sun so that he could get his Italian tan back’ or something along those lines, but he still didn’t like being holed up in a room with white and yellow walls along with a bed with white bedsheets and a cupboard full of medical equipment. It made him unhappy to be in the light. He had complained about it to Will the morning of the second day, and when he thought back on it, he didn’t really know what to make of the conversation.

“I really hate being in this room. It’s too bright,” Nico grumbled as Will took his blood pressure. “And it’s even worse that you forced me to sleep with the lights on. That’s just straight-out embarrassing. The Son of Hades sleeping with the lights on?”

“It’s for your own good,” Will said, whistling as he stitched up Nico’s arm – the werewolf poison had dissolved the first set of mortal stitches, so now they were trying again, this time with enchanted thread. “I don’t want you to fade, so I don’t want you to be exposed to more darkness than there is in your body. It’s a lethal amount, you know. It’s eating you up from the inside.”

“I don’t care. How would feel if you were trapped in darkness the whole time? It’s the same thing with me and the light.”

Will stopped halfway in doing a stitch, the needle still deep in Nico’s arm. “Well, I guess you make a point, but I still have to keep you in the light. Just until the three days are up. After that, you can sleep without a light on again. Will that make you happy?”

It had made Nico happy to be able to be able to move back to his cabin and sleep in the darkness, but of course he hadn’t told Will that. In fact, he hadn’t talked to Will the last two weeks, apart from answering a couple questions about his health during the check-up one week ago.

He had done pretty well with avoiding Will outside of the check-ups, but a Thursday a month after his stay in the infirmary, he came to the sword-fighting class he taught with Percy to find the last person he expected to see there. Will Solace. Being taught by Percy how to disarm someone.

The tip of Nico’s sword hit the ground and the two demigods looked up, Will wiping the sweat away from his forehead with the back of his free hand.

“What the Hades are you doing here, Solace?” Nico asked. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the infirmary or with the rest of your cabin in archery?”

“Will here wanted to be able to handle a sword better,” Percy explained, taking a sip of his water bottle. “He’s not too bad. His moves are pretty rusty, but he has good reflexes and is a fast learner. Can you go through the basics with him while I teach the rest of the kids?”

Nico was about to say that he didn’t want anything to do with Will when he heard himself say, “Sure, why not?”

“Great!” Percy said before walking over to the rest of the group, which consisted of about a dozen demigods from different cabins.

Will smiled at Nico, his sky-blue eyes twinkling in the sunshine. Nico silently groaned, but picked up his sword and walked towards Will, wanting nothing more than to dive into the nearest shadow. How had he gotten himself into this mess?

A month later, it was Will’s time to be confused when Nico appeared in the archery class taught by his sister Kayla.

“I’m not here because I want to,” Nico muttered when Will asked him about it. “I lost a bet, okay? I have to take archery for a month.”

Over the next few archery classes, Will got to learn more about Nico, for example that his favourite colour was blue (not black like Will had originally thought), his birthday was the 28th of January and that he could speak Ancient Greek, Latin and Italian fluently.

“Really? Your favourite colour is purple?” Nico asked incredulously. “I would have thought it would have been like, green or red.

“Nope, it’s purple,” Will said, pointing to a part of the bandage. “If you cut it there, it should be long enough to wrap a small wound.”

Nico didn’t even say anything as he cut the bandage. So what if he was learning how to wrap wounds and stuff in the infirmary by Will? They were just friends. Whoa, that felt weird. Had he just called Will his friend? He had, and it had felt natural too, not wrong or forced at all.

“Nico? Are you okay? You totally zoned out for a minute there,” Will’s worried voice broke through his thoughts and he looked up at Will’s concerned face.

“I got lost in some thoughts.” Nico was silent for a bit. “We’re friends, right?”

“Of course we are.” Will pointed to a patient. “She just came in with a twisted ankle. Think you can fix it?”

Nico nodded with a determined expression. He could do this. He had learned and practised this for weeks now.

“Will? Why is Nico sitting with us?” Ella, Will’s seven-year-old sister asked one day at dinner. It was quite a cold day, and Nico was sitting closer to Will than usual in an attempt to steal the Son of Apollo’s body heat.

“Because he’s lonely at his own table. Therefore he’s sitting with me because we’re friends. That’s what friends do. We make sure that the other friend is not lonely. Right?”

Ella nodded. “Yeah! You’re my friend too, Nico. Because I don’t want you to be alone. That’s okay, right?”

Nico let a small smile tug at his lips. “Yes. That’s okay.”

“Five minutes, everybody!” Leo called out. All the campers were on the beach, counting down the minutes until New Years. Will was standing with Nico, the rest of the Seven as well as Rachel, Reyna and Calypso.

Everyone was holding their hands with their respective other – Percy with Annabeth, Piper with Jason, Hazel with Frank, Leo with Calypso and Reyna with Rachel. The only two not holding hands were Nico and Will, who were both sneaking glances at each other when they thought the other one didn’t see. The rest of their small crowd smirked at each other, knowing that both boys had massive crushes on the other.

Will swallowed. “Hey, Nico? Can I talk to you for a moment?”

Nico nodded as Leo called out, “Three minutes!”

They walked a bit away from the rest of the campers and Will took a deep breath. “There’s something I gotta tell you.”

Nico looked up at Will’s face illuminated by the lights hanging from the trees surrounding the beach. “Go ahead.”

Two minutes.

“You see Nico, I, um.” Will  silently cursed himself. He had never been good with words, but now was really not the time for his tongue to completely tie itself into knots.”

90 seconds.

“You what?” Nico asked confused. He had no idea what Will’s was going to say. Of course, he had his hopes, but they were firmly sealed away in his brain.

“I, um, I…”

One minute.

“Will? Are you okay? You look really nervous.” Nico had no idea why Will as acting like this, but he was assuming that something was wrong.

“I…” Will took a deep breath.

30 seconds.

“Damn it,” Will swore, running a hand through his hair. “I really like you, okay? Like, like you.”

Silence.

Nico’s mind was going 90 miles an hour. Will… Will liked him?

10 seconds.

Nico could feel his eyes fill with tears of happiness and relief. “Really?”

5 seconds.

“I understand if you don’t like me back,” Will continued. “But I just wanted to tell you.”

“No! I really like you too!” Nico said quickly.

3 seconds.

Several emotions flashed across Will’s face before he stepped closer to Nico.

2 seconds.

“Can I kiss you?” Will breathed, wanting to kiss Nico before the New Year officially started.

1 second.

“Please do,” Nico whispered before pressing his lips against Will’s. It was his first kiss and he knew that it was Will’s first kiss too. He had learned that a month ago when it randomly came up in a conversation. But that didn’t matter now. Kiss Will now, think later, his brain reminded him and he closed his eyes, happily listening to his brain for once.

0 seconds.

it’s legitimately kinda scary how fast I can go into “mom friend” mode when my friends do something potentially dangerous

the fuckin,, autistic jack spicer headcanon is my J A M dude

  • Autistic Jack using the goggles as a pressure stim (source: I Used To Do This), and also wearing them so that ppl can’t tell if he’s making eye contact or not.
  • Autistic Jack having robotics & engineering as special interests do i really have to elaborate on this
  • Autistic Jack picking at the Helibot straps/clasp as a fidget.
  • Autistic Jack fidgeting/stimming constantly and it drives Wuya nuts
    • Y’know how she was complaining about the music in “Chameleon”?? he was probably listening to it on repeat for the past hour or so
  • Jack: *clicks pen repeatedly & in quick succession*
    • Wuya: “JACK, quit that INFERNAL clicking already!!”
      • s1 Jack: *clicks pen slower so as to produce less noise*
      • s3 Jack: *clicks pen MORE*
  • Autistic Jack practicing maintaining eye-contact by talking to the Jackbots. It sorta helps? But also sorta doesn’t b/c they don’t actually emote on the same level humans do.
  • Autistic Jack being Dramatic™ b/c he doesn’t know what else to BE around other people. This is how allistics communicate, right??
  • Autistic Jack designing his outfit mainly around the shoes and coat, which are weight stims.
    • It doesn’t occur to him how bad of an idea it is to carry around unnecessary weight while wu hunting until the middle of the 2nd season or so, but by then it’s Too Late. This is his #aesthetic, there’s no going back
    • One of the monks (Kimi or Rai?) eventually tries on the jacket as a joke and is just all?? dude?? do you carry rocks around in your pockets or something what the hECK,,
  • Autistic Jack probably definitely using some variation of the line “you’re my special interest” when talking to Chase at some point.
    • Dragon man doesn’t understand what this means at first. He finds out months/years later and STILL doesn’t know whether to be creeped out or vaguely flattered.
  • Autistic Jack & autistic Kimiko both infodumping about video games and complaining about Bad Allistic People they’ve had to deal with.
    • Omi wants to understand what they’re talking about and thus does Studious Research on this ‘autism’!! But probably ends up listening to Autism Speaks’ bullshit and has to be set straight on the subject
  • Autistic Jack doing a lot of his socializing & networking on social media/similar b/c it’s easier to manage social interaction when you’re looking at a screen instead of a face.
  • Autistic Jack constantly havin those Shifty Eyes™, gets falsely accused of lying a few times before the others figure out that the dude just Does Not Do extended eye contact.
  • Autistic Jack having to wear clothes that are Not Comfortable, Bad Textures for some fancy party-event-thing that his parents are dragging him to.
  • AUTISTIC JACK RUNNING INTO ONE OF THE MONKS/ETC OUTSIDE OF THE CONFLICT AND JUST…NOT RECOGNIZING THEM AT FIRST. (Omi and Chase are the least susceptible to this, while Rai and Kimiko are the most susceptible.)
  • Autistic Jack verbal stimming with evil monologues. Wuya has heard them So Many Times. She can probably recite a few of them verbatim.
  • Autistic Jack
Chicken Soup

‘what happened after the three days in the infirmary’ shit I suddenly want to write.

also, ignore the title.

“Well, this is a surprise. Who would have thought that of all people to catch the flu, it’s you”

Will Solace sneezed and blew his nose before dropping the tissue on the trash can near his bed. Because of course, being sick doesn’t excuse him being unsanitary and messy with his surroundings. 

Another sneeze.

A sly smile curved up at the edge of Nico’s lips. “What a sight”

“Shut up, di Angelo. Go ahead, laugh at me why don’t you” The son of Apollo’s voice sounded groggy and tired.

“What do you really want me to do? Shut up or laugh?” The son of Hades spoke with sarcasm and stepped closer earning him a glare from the son of Apollo.

“Stay right there, di Angelo! Don’t you dare get any closer” Okay, that sounded a bit louder considering the fact that he was sick.

“Okay wow, never would have thought that you mind personal space that much” Nico stopped and lowered his face down a little, staring at the infirmary’s floor. Will looked at the demigod and maybe, it was the effect of him being sick and on medication that had him feeling the sadness and rejection from Nico more than he might have on a normal basis but nevertheless, it made him feel rather guilty. 

“Sorry, that sounded a bit harsh” Will spoke, his voice considerably lower “I just don’t want you to get sick, Nico”

“A little flu won’t hurt me, Solace”

“It would. I’m your doctor, di Angelo. Listen to me, I would know what’s best or you” Nico rolled his eyes at those words but didn’t say anything  to contradict “You’re whole body, including your immune system is still at risk. Just because you’re out of the infirmary, doesn’t mean you’re fully recovered. Please don’t act all stupid and irrational” 

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hotarurea  asked:

Look, it was wrong and abusive and horrible. I don't go in tags so I don't know where you are seeing this "It's so romantic! It's different than CL!" rhetoric but I don't see it at all on my dash. I see people still shipping Bellarke. The difference in the show is that the tiny bit we've seen so far doesn't frame it in romantic/positive context unlike L's actions. That's why I can say Clarke fucked up but not irreparably. It actually gave me faith that writers might even acknowledge L's wrong...

I literally see this every other post on my dash so happy you follow the right people but yeah people are saying this. Also, if my memory serves me correctly B and L have never pointed a weapon at Clarke…. ever…. so BC and Clarke are cancelled until they fix this. Because as it is, if B makes her realize she’s wrong (ew the MOC has to teach her a lesson on not hurting him?) and if they completely swipe this under the rug and do make them get together…. just ew.

anonymous asked:

What did you think of Rhea, Caleo 's return and the new campers (and development of the old ones)?

Dude, nice question! 

Rhea I thought, was nicely done. Usually Rick portrays the big primordial beings (like Gaea and Tartarus) as completely overpowered and terrifyingly scary, but like it said in the book, Rhea reminded me a lot of Isis. I think she could become a bigger character throughout the series, and I would be nice to see an Immortal actively helping the heroes.

If I’m honest with you, I was dreading Caleo’s return, only because I thought Rick would hype it up, and make it overly dramatic. Again though, he has defied my expectations, instead providing the perfect amount of sass, sarcasm, and self-mockery to pull it off. I love the fact that most people in the fandom wanted Piper to punch Leo, but instead he was punch by the entire camp. I love the fact that Leo pointed out it took them all of 40 seconds to defeat Gaea. I love how awkward things were between Percy and Calypso. I LOVE that Harley was the one that brought Leo home (with Apollo’s help of course).

Oh, I could talk about the side characters in this book for hours. Rick has an unparalleled and unfailing way to make me completely fall in love with his characters. 

Harley, I think, is definitely my favorite side-character in the book. He was so adorable, and excitable, and just so gosh darn cute. He reminded me of a lil’ puppy and I’m really glad we got to see more of him in this book.

The other side characters like Chiara, Damien, Paolo I thought were great as well, and I love love LOVE the fact that Rick is starting to include demigods of other nationalities. I’d love to see a Brit at CHB one day!

Though we don’t see that much of them, I thought Kayla and Austin’s relationship with Apollo really developed in this story. I think I’d like to get to know their characters more.

Nico was really great as well. He was happy, but he was still the grumpy and dorky son of Hades we all know and love. I laughed out loud at the bit where he organised the whole Camp to punch Leo (or as I like to call it, ‘the punch-line’) and ‘I have a doctor’s note’ is now my new favorite thing.

I think what most excited me about the development of the old characters was how much more we learned about one William Solace. Southern!Will was one of my favorite headcanons, and now it’s been #confirmed, which made me so unbelievably happy. I love how we know about his mother’s name and profession. I love how Rick characterized him exactly like I do in my fics, I actually got him right, I was so happy. 

Meg. Meg Meg Meg. She was gooooood. She was done so well. I love that she’s a badass daughter of Demeter. I love that she’s only twelve. It reminds me of the fact that Percy was only twelve when he first started his quests. I love that she played such an important role in this book, and I have no doubt she’ll be pivotal in the whole series. 

And finally Apollo. The development we see Apollo go through throughout the book is really quite great. At first, he’s a whiny teenager that’s been cut off by his Dad, but then we see him grow and change. He makes mistakes, and learns from them. He starts to care about the lowly mortals he use to all but ignore. He starts to understand just how much these heroes really do for the Gods, and just how much they have to sacrifice. He starts to doubt himself, and then comes back fighting when it matters most. He starts taking responsibility for things, instead of having it thrust upon him. But I also think he’s got a long way to go yet. There will be more lessons for him to learn, and when (if) he becomes a God again, I think he’ll be all the more stronger for it, and may even change the other Olympians way of thinking as well.