Oh How The Curtains Have Tabled

and the award for most beautiful character arc in all of cinema goes to:

It’s the casual way Mobius sets his chaotic boyfriend The God of Mischief loose on everyone. Mobius is so attuned to Loki, he immediately knows how he’s going to react, offering him a gentle warning or permission to proceed. And Loki carefully waits for that permission before he acts, implying this is a familiar dynamic that’s been established beforehand.

Oh my God??????????????????? Lord I’m bout to bust.

(Creds to @/onikeru426 on Twitter !!)

#NETEYAM & #KIRI #TYKTIREY🫶

Destined

1. Distress

****3rd Person P.O.V****

Nico felt somewhat empty as he walked towards Will Solace after clearing things up with Percy. He felt empty yet full, if that makes any sense. Both because of what he had just done. Empty because it was finally out and filled with fear of...........he couldn't pinpoint what, but it was still there.

Nico still loved him, that's for sure, even if he had just said otherwise. He didn't want things to be cleared up between them. He wanted to latch himself to even the slightest bit of hope left. But he was also scared; scared that he would be left with nothing if he put even a little bit more into the hope. And now he had already said that he didn't like him anymore.

His head was clouded with these thoughts, all the emotions overwhelming him as he moved with his head lowered, mind in a deep in conflict. This almost caused him to crash into Will who caught him by his shoulders, calling his name; snapping him out of the trance.

"Huh? What did you say?" the smaller of the two asked as a slight blush of embarrassment dusted his cheeks.

"I asked: what did you say, Nico? Percy seems to be frozen in shock, Annabeth is grinning wider than the cat from Alice In The Wonderland and you seem......exhausted." Will asked with a hint of worry in his voice.

"Nothing too important." Nico replied. 'Well, he is right. I am pretty exhausted'. He thought. "Okay, lets head to the infirmary to fulfill the 'doctor's order'." He said as he walked ahead, a tinge of sarcasm in his tone. He saw Will blush ever so slightly, making Nico smirk as he once again fixed his gaze at the ground.

A few minutes of walking got them to their destination, the infirmary. Nico stepped in as Will stood by the doorframe indicating the son of Hades to do so.

The infirmary was filled with people injured from the war. The young doctor pointed at a bed that had a glass of Nectar at the bedside table it with a straw sticking out, at least that's what Nico presumed the apple juice look-alike liquid to be; beckoning the skinny boy to go over and get some rest with a slight nod of his head.

The blonde then clutched a clipboard that lay on an unoccupied bed and made his way towards one of his siblings nodding as they discussed the condition of the patient lying unconscious in front of them in soft whispers. The guy talking to Will, Jerry, looked over at Nico and an impish grin spread across his face. He then whispered something to Will, making him turn a bright shade of red.

Nico wondered what could make the son of Apollo so flustered and not to mention just how adorable the golden haired boy looked. He shook his head to stop his thoughts right there, it was none of his business. Will glanced towards him and did a 'shoo' kind of motion with his free hand, a small smile gracing his slightly chapped lips with his tan cheeks still tinged with that reddish color; the action clearly telling him to go ahead and get some rest.

Nico obliged. He sat with his legs crossed on the bed, the glass now in his hands and the straw in his mouth. He wasn't exactly told to drink it, yeah, but he was dead tired. He never really liked Nectar or Ambrosia; he couldn't figure out what they tasted like, maybe that's why it isn't as effective on him as it is on others. He was told it was supposed taste like a comfort food that held great sentimental value to the consumer and with his memories not exactly there, he couldn't recall what it was. 'Just my luck' a sigh left his lips as he set the glass back on the table.

He plopped on the bed, his head burring in the linen pillow and inhaled a deep breath, the smell of disinfectant filling his nostrils. As soon as he closed his eyes all the anxiety came crashing down on him, causing him to inhale a sobbing breath through his quivering lips. The sound produced was minimal but still managed to catch a certain blue-eyed healer's attention.

Will looked over to Nico and tilted his head as if making sure he heard what he heard. When he saw the position the black-haired was at, he figured he might as well go and check in on him.

He softly patted Nico's shoulder to get his attention. He then tenderly grabbed the wrist of the boy who was now sitting, to check his pulse. He then peered into his dark eyes for any signs of sickness, drowning in them, eyes that reminded him of chocolate, soft and sweet.

'Just a little longer' Will stared. Nico blinked, making the taller of the two realize that he had been staring. Will turned away as he felt his face heating up while Nico didn't seem to comprehend what the matter was.

"Feel free to look for me if needed." He said in that gentle doctor tone of his and started to leave, just to stop after taking a few steps and looking back at the demigod who was at awe of how different he was with his patients, Nico remembered him yelling at Octavian not long ago. "Three days' rest, Nico, physical and mental, you need it."

Those words caught Nico by surprise and a small smile tugged at his lips. "Sure" was all he said before laying back down on the bed. He once again closed his eyes, this time inhaling a deep breath to get ready for drifting off into the realm of Morpheus.

Nico was free-falling; falling into what seemed an abyss of eternal darkness that sucked all the light. 'Ughh.... Not this again!' He thought, clutching his sides and shutting his eyes tight. The air rushed past him as he fell with impossible speed, making it hard for him to breathe. The never ending cycle had begun yet again; he had been having the same nightmares ever since he fell there; he had different dreams too. Well, not exactly dreams, but yeah.

Nico curled up in a ball as he continued to fall down, entirely helpless. But this time something changed. Just as his curled up body was about to hit the red surface of Tartarus he slowed, the air rushing calmer than before. He opened his eyes and peeked from between his knees to see the ground shuffle and churn until it was no longer red but yellow. 'Okay, that's new.' This change confused him, causing him to let go of his knees that he had hugged oh-so-tightly and straighten his body so that his feet gently touched the soft ground.

'Sand, land covered by sand.' Cold sensations ran from his pale cheeks and all over his exposed skin as he felt tiny droplets of water hit him. Nico, surprised by the sudden feeling jolted his head up to take in his surroundings. He was not wrong; the ground indeed was cored with sand as waves crashed on the shore not too far from him. 'A beach?'

The blue sky was turning more and more orange with each passing minute as the sun set over the horizon. The beach seemed decorated for some sort of occasion; seats lined up, occupied by his "friends", fairy lights intertwined on poles and an aisle decorated with baby blue and grey theme; it was all breathtaking.

'A wedding! A wedding........?'. Nico froze as his gaze wandered over to the groom. Inhaling a sharp breath he locked eyes with the groom, with his perfect windblown ebony hair and slightly teary sea green eyes. He wore a white three-piece suit accompanied with a sky blue bow tie, smiling and holding out his hand. Nico's heart sped up to a million miles per second as his own eyes started to well up.

Nico stood in a frozen daze for a few seconds; recovering only when a single tear slipped out of Percy's eyes and rolled down his tan cheek only to be wiped by the son of Poseidon. Nico took a step forward, the groom still looking his direction expectantly. That's when it hit him: Percy was looking his direction, yes, but not at him.

The raven haired boy turned around just to find Annabeth adorned in a white fishtail wedding gown that flowed behind her and on the carpet that was laid. The gown had boat neckline with sleeves that ran all the way to her palms where she held a rather full bouquet that consisted only of blue flowers. Hydrangea, Forget me or not's and Blue carnations just to name a few.

The girl's golden locks were done in a neat crown braid with a few strands out to perfectly frame her face. A beautiful silver locket rested on the middle her chest, just above where the gown started. The pendant was a cute-little owl, its eyes embedded with two bright sapphires and matching earrings to top it off. She looked gorgeous.

Nico's heart painfully contracted.' Obviously,' he chided himself as he scrambled out of the way with clumsy steps. 'What was I expecting, Percy to marry me? Who was I kidding?' He watched as Annabeth walked past him, towards the son of Poseidon who took her hand in his with a face dripping of love as she climbed up the steps. Nico daren't move a muscle as he watched as the 'couple of the day' smiling at each other with the purest expressions of utter adoration.

His eyes stung as his small frame began to shake. The vows were now being said. His knees were giving out and he stumbled; tears made their way down his cheeks as he heard the boy who he loved vow himself to someone else for the rest of their lives.

Nico crashed onto the ground, head held in hands, uncontrollable sobs racking his hunched body. Between his sobs he heard the priest say "Now the groom may kiss the bride." His head shot up involuntarily. His vision was blurred but he could still make out their silhouettes leaning in to kiss as the crowd cheered them on with claps.

He felt immense pain spread through his chest and all over his body as he tried to breath. His head feltlike exploding as he yelled in pain and blacked out.

His eyes shot open as he himself shot up and in a sitting position. He was sitting on one of the infirmary beds, his cheeks tear-stained and hair sticking out from different places. Someone rushed to Nico's side and sat beside him. They put their hands around his shoulders; making him flinch hard.

The person withdrew nervously. Nico looked at their direction; the silhouette looked like a male's. He couldn't tell who it was though, it was too dark and the tears that blurred his sight didn't help either. The only thing he could take in were the blonde hair that shone golden with the little moonlight that filtered through the windows hitting them. "It's just a nightmare, it's not real." Will said in a soothing voice.

"It's okay." He reassured Nico, putting his arms on his shoulders once again; this time much more cautious and slower, giving the boy time to protest if his touch was unwelcome. But this time around, Nico welcomed the comfort that the warm hand radiated.

"Let it all out. It's good to cry it out when you are in pain." Nico couldn't see him but he heard a weird emotion in his voice. 'Worry?', he thought as realization struck him. "You wanna talk about it?"

That question made him wince and shake his head in denial, still trying to calm his breathing down. "Hey....It's okay. You don't have to if you don't want to." He said, patting his back. Nico buried his face in his slightly calloused hands as the son of Apollo sat there, comforting him with gentle pats on his back and soothing words.

After about half an hour of sobbing and sniffling, Nico finally calmed down. He decided to rest his eyes as they stung. Too tired to open them again, he kept them closed. Will peered over at the boy's face to find his beautiful chocolate eyes hidden behind pale eyelids. He let out a sigh as laid him down.

Will Solace sat there, staring at the now-peaceful face of Nico Di Angelo. "How am I gonna hold back if you lay so unguarded and vulnerable in front of me?" He whispered as he brushed a stray tear off of one pale cheek and brushing the hair that had now fallen to cover the small boy's eyes to leave lingering kiss on his forehead.

With another sigh leaving his lips, he stood up and walked away. Little did he know that Nico was awake and had heard and felt everything Will had said and done. The son of Hades lay there; his eyes wide open, the exhaustion no longer a bother; face a deep crimson.

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Hope you like it!!

Where do I sign?

petition for them to release like a deleted scene or something that shows the Gods on Olympus reacting to Hermes delivering Medusa's head at the end of 1.03 so we can see specifically how Athena and Poseidon's faces were pls and thank!

annabeth pickpocketing the god of thieves and percy defeating the god of war in battle… no one does it like them

red string of fate au where james is sick and tired™ of having to wait for destiny to bring his soulmate to him.

especially because in this universe the intensity of the red in your string shows if you are close to your other half (bright red when you are really close, but a maroon-ish color when far)

also, only you can see your own string, and the only part that's truly visible is what's tied on your pinky finger and a bit of the loose part, but it's just a couple inches of it that then turns invisible so it's not a bother.

so! james' string is bright bright red, like BRIGHT red. his soulmate is close but he has no way to find out who it is until "the right moment" which is when he and his soulmate get to hold hands for the first time.

james tried to hold hands with EVERYONE (who was willing and with a bright string as well, he's not daft) on the gryffindor tower, his quidditch team, and even some students from other houses who he has classes with.

results: nothing.

he gets so riled up and impatient, that one day he just snaps.

which means: he goes to the great hall for breakfast (because everyone is there), sits at the very beginning of the gryffindor table (to have everyone in his field of vision), grabs as much of his red string as he can (so, right before it becomes invisible) and. pulls. like. a. motherfucker.

two things happen in like two seconds.

one. regulus black, who was just about to leave the great hall, is yanked backwards and barely caught by barty before he hits the ground. his arm painfully stretched to james' direction.

two. before james can finish processing that what the fuck, regulus black is his soulmate and sirius is going to murder him. regulus manages to stand back up properly, stares at his pinky like it has personally offended him, and. also. pulls. like. a. motherfucker.

so james also gets yanked, only that, as he was still stunned from what just happened, he gets pulled out of his seat and dragged for maybe five steps towards regulus. arm painfully stretched towards him.

sirius, who has been watching everything, loses his shit.

Friendly Reminder

"And the next thing we know the High King is on our doorstep looking ready to tear down the whole apartment complex to find you!!"

(Pardon me for inaccuracies)

So like, what. I wanna know exactly what happened. Honestly when I read I squealed and then the first coherent thought was "Wait. What did he wear?" And then "What did he do? Did he go alone? Did anyone from the Court of Shadows go along? What EXACTLY did Cardan say?"

Like, imagine Vivi just sipping coffee and Oak out playing with the kids while Taryn just does whatever idec, and the suddenly they hear a knock (idt Cardan knows the doorbells that well) and then Vivi opens the door and BOOM. Cardan. In his full glory. Like, did he try to look the best he could to go down to his wife's family home and win her back? Imagine his finest and most ridiculous clothing, lined with gold embroidery and what not, with his makeup impeccable. Or was he in too much of a hurry? To just, get her back. Because where fuck is she? And why did MADOC, of all people, come to get her? Was she so mad that she switched sides? Or did he realize the truth that Madoc didn't know it was Jude? Or did Cardan not dare to believe that to be true because it'd break his heart if it wasn't?

At this point I'm just rambling. I'm sorry.

But then, like, also imagine Taryn comes up behind Vivi asking who it is and just for a slight second Cardan gets super hopeful thinking it's Jude but then there he sees Taryn and he's just like, bitch, this is enough. And THAT MOMENT, my friends, was in which he lost it and then proceeded to give Vivi the impression that he was gonna tear down the apparent complex looking for his High Queen.

I'm sorry. I really will stop.

What if he wore some sort of mortal clothes. Like, imagine Cardan in sweats and a hoodie. Or, like, a 3 piece suit. But for some reason I just can't accept that he'd ever wear a Tshirt with Jeans. Idk why.

Ok bye-