Jasico Bingo Challenge #6!

Jasico Bingo Challenge #6!

Prompt: Fake Dating

Jason wished he never agreed to this quest. Nico was starting to too.

When Chiron told them they would need to infiltrate a party to track down a monster, what they didn't have in mind was driving up to some hole in the wall in suits and ties.

Jason looked over at Nico, sitting in the passenger seat and watching as they pulled into the parking lot. He wore a black suit with intricate red embroidery. He didn't put as much effort into his hair as his suit, and it hung down in front of his eyes lazily.

Jason wore his own simple black suit with a light blue button-up beneath. He felt slightly underdressed next to Nico, but what else would you expect from the ghost king?

They approached the dingy club a bit late into the party but decided it was fashionably late and it didn't matter.

What they didn't know when they walked up to the door was this was a couples party only. You had to enter with a romantic partner, or you wouldn't be allowed in.

At the door, the large bouncer looked between the two. He was a little taller than Jason and ridiculously bigger than Nico. Jason wondered how Nico didn't look scared at all of this giant.

"Are you two involved?" the bouncer asked, pulling his stereotypical sunglasses down. Jason tilted his head. "What?" "This is couples night. Are you two together?"

Jason hesitated. 'I wish' he thought to himself. In truth, he'd caught feelings for Nico ever since their Cupid incident.

"Yes," Nico responded confidently, smiling and taking Jason's hand. Jason felt his face flush, but he tried his best to hide it so they could keep the act up.

The bouncer moved aside, letting them pass. As soon as they were out of his sight, Nico released his hand. Jason missed the sensation too much to say.

He looked down at Nico, realizing his face was just as red. It occurred to him that he had never seen Nico flustered like that. It was kind of cute.

They entered the party, bright lights, and a million too-fancy people shoved into a room. They almost split up before remembering that this was for couples, and it would likely break the act if they separated. 

Jason leaned down to Nico to whisper to him. "What should we do?" "We should talk to random couples. See if we can find this monster before this goes on any longer." "How much effort are you going to put into selling this?" "Don't get your hopes up, sparky," Nico laughed.

They walked off towards a small group of mismatched couples talking and laughing. Nico analyzed all of them sharply, trying to locate whichever seemed the most suspicious.

His eyes landed on one woman, locking his interest on her. She had animalistic eyes, and the man she was with didn't really seem all there. Almost like he was under a spell.

"How did you two meet?" a kind-looking woman asked the two, snapping Nico out of his thoughts.

Nico smiled and rested his hand on Jason's arm. "Go ahead, tell them, babe." He prodded a shit-eating grin on his face at the annoyance in Jason's eyes. He was hoping Nico would make something up, and not call him babe ever again. It made his heart tighten to hear the sweet nickname leave his mouth without there being any meaning behind it.

"Well," Jason started, deciding making something up would be too difficult and to just tell the truth. The truth Nico didn't know.  "We met in a large group of mutual friends.  I thought he was really brave and kind and I wanted to get closer to him. Of course, he had his walls up, but I cared about him enough to break them down. After that we just...clicked." Jason muttered the last part, as it was the only part untrue. He wished this was real. He wanted it to be real so badly.

Jason looked down to see Nico's face was flushed red, again. He wondered if maybe Nico never knew all that, but needed to. 

Jason pushed the thought away, deciding it was all in his head. 

While everyone was distracted, talking about how cute the two of them were together and feeding Jason's delusions, their suspect slipped away. Nico quickly asked someone else something that would get a long, wispy answer, and grabbed Jason before slipping away.

Jason watched as Nico weaved the two between crowds, eyes locked on who he was pursuing. Jason also watched as Nico's hand slipped down to his, his wrist not being enough hold to get them through the crowds.

Finally, they cornered the monster in a dead-end hallway.

She turned, letting her true monster form out. An empousa stood in front of them, her dress torn and wings somehow even more battered.

She jumped to fly away, but at the same time, Jason did.

Nico pulled his spare knife to finish her off, but she wriggled out of Jason's grip enough to start to get away, effectively tearing his rental suit.

Nico shadow traveled to cut her off, letting Jason grab her again so her could stab her with his stygian iron knife, deciding the sword would be dangerous with Jason right behind her.

She clawed at him, scratching his neck, but Nico managed to get his knife through her flailing arms, letting her disintegrate into Jason's arms.

Jason sneezed. "Ew, empousa flakes." "Gross, dude," Nico laughed, covered in monster blood. 

Jason looked around before spotting an exit door to the balcony blocked off by some boxes and leading Nico over. They couldn't just walk through the front door how they were. 

They decided to take a breather to let Chiron know their mission was successful and calm down after the fight.

They sat in silence for a second, before Nico cleared his throat. "What you said in there, was that...fake? I mean, did you mean it?" He asked anxiously. he looked over at Jason's blank face and shook his head before starting to backtrack. "No, no!" Jason interjected, watching surprise light up Nico's face. "I really did mean all that. That's just how I see you, Nico. You are brave...and I care about you."

Nico's face flushed again, but his mouth turned up into a warm smile. He looked away, and briefly afterward, Jason felt Nico's cold hand lay over his own.

"Nico, there's no one else out here. There's no need to-" "I know."

Jason smiled at him, feeling Nico lean his head against his shoulder. 

Maybe it was a good thing Jason went on this quest.

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Jasico Bingo Challenge: Cuddles

“I wouldn’t call that cuddling,” Nico says, arms crossed defensively over his chest. “I would call it sitting near one another.” 

Across the infirmary, awaiting medical attention from the busy Apollo kids, Annabeth rolls her eyes. “He had his arm around you.” 

“You put your arm around me all the time,” Nico rebuts. 

“You were leaning on him!” 

“I was tired!” 

Annabeth slumps sideways in her cot and stares at him, unimpressed. 

Nico refuses to budge. Cuddling is not resting your head on someone when they offer to let you nap on them! Cuddling is, like, prolonged, sideways hugging, or something. He and Jason do not cuddle, and even if they did (which they do not!) they wouldn’t do it at the campfire, for Hera’s sake. 

“Fine,” Annabeth concedes without averting her intimidating gaze. “What about when you two took a nap under Thalia’s Pine? That was definitely cuddling.” 

Heat rises up to Nico’s ears. He turns around to face the countertop, littered with empty bandaid packaging and unportioned nectar. “It was not, and you’re weird for remembering that.” 

“You’re weird for refusing to admit you like cuddling with Jason,” Annabeth says. She’s long since perfected that I’m right, you’re wrong, shut up tone, the one that makes Nico bristle. 

“How does that make me weird?” he grumbles, slicing even squares into the pan of nectar. “I spent the last, like, four years of my life doing everything I could to avoid human contact. How is it weird that I wouldn’t want to admit to something like that.” 

For a few moments, Nico almost mistakes Annabeth’s silence for a victory. He finishes with the nectar and turns back around, ready to gloat and everything, and is instead met with the worst possible thing: Annabeth Chase wearing her planning face. 

“No,” he says immediately, putting a hand out, as if he can physically ward off whatever bullshit he’s about to get dragged into. “No.” 

“I think we need an outside opinion.” 

“I think you’re concussed, do not go spreading my personal business to camp!” 

“Not camp,” Annabeth flaps her hand at him, and does not refute the concussed accusation. “But definitely some trusted individuals, who have insight into your cuddling habits.” 

“I’m not above getting on my knees and begging you to drop this,” Nico says. He’s fully serious. He will do it. Anything to stop this from going any further, anything. 

Annabeth glances him up and down, like she’s sizing up how serious he might be. 

He clasps his hands together. 

She flops back in the cot. “Nope. I’m too invested now. I think I’ll ask Hazel, first-” 

“Dude-” 

“-and then Connor, he knew you when you were a baby, he’ll have some good insight.” 

Nico buries his face in his hands and groans. 

Annabeth Chase gets her concussion treated, then turns around and runs back to her cabin to draft an honest to the gods survey to hand out to what she deems as a trusted, reputable group. 

Any group with Connor Stoll and Percy Jackson in it is anything but reputable, in Nico’s mind. As soon as he hears that Annabeth’s really gone off the freaking deep end about this, he finds the darkest corner of camp and hunkers down to hide. 

The best thing to do when Annabeth’s got an idea? Weather it. She’ll either find her own solution, or she’ll lose interest. Nico hopes, for his reputation's sake, she doesn’t get any further than the distribution. 

Upside to this shitshow: Nico has time to clean his cabin, finally. A valid reason to tell Will that he genuinely cannot come do archery practice today, a valid reason to kick any and everyone off his porch, lock his doors, and play CDs on his radio as loud as he can tolerate. 

It is, unfortunately, one of his most productive days as of late, and as Nico lays on his newly-swept floor, sweaty but satisfied, he almost forgets the whole situation occurring at the hands of one stubborn daughter of Athena. 

Almost. 

“Nico?” 

Three knocks on the cabin door. 

“I can hear your music, I know you’re in there. If you want me to go away, that’s totally fine, I just- y’know, want to make sure you’re okay. I’ll leave you alone in a minute.” 

Nico rolls over, squishing his face into the hardwood for one deeply satisfying moment. Then, with all the reluctance of a man who is going to face embarrassment head on, he pulls himself up and trudges to the door. 

Jason, at the very least, has the decency to look worried rather than amused. He’s got his hands in the pockets of his shorts, his head tilted off to the side, his glasses off-center like they always are. He’s frowning, kind of. He looks like Mrs. O’Leary when Nico tricks her into thinking he’s got a treat for her. 

“I’m alive,” he says, as dry as he can manage. The CD skips. 

“That’s good,” Jason says. “I, uh, hear Annabeth’s keeping herself occupied.” 

Nico’s temple pulses with something not-quite-achey, but nearly there. 

“Just- come in,” he huffs, stepping aside. Dammit. “If anyone’s going to explain it, I would really rather rip the stupid bandaid off.” 

“Laughing at me feels kind of insulting, going to be honest,” Nico mutters while Jason hunches over himself, cradling his stomach, downright howling. 

“She’s- She’s up in arms- about cuddling!?” 

“I don’t know! I don’t know, Percy’s stupid bullshit is rubbing off on her and she’s losing braincells, Jason, she’s losing her mind. We need to find something new for her to build so she stops trying to instigate shit in my private life!” 

Jason slumps sideways onto the floor, half-laughing, half-panting. His leg presses solidly to Nico’s like this, sitting side by side against his bed. 

Nico turns his head up and away and forces himself not to notice. 

“She just cares about you,” Jason says. He stays down. Nico can practically feel how hard Jason’s heart is pumping from all that laughter. 

Jerk. 

“She cares about drama,” Nico says, though he knows it’s not totally true. Piper has gotten her more involved in the social life of camp, which is a good thing, really. Nico thinks it’s really cool that Annabeth has been able to come out of her own shell, after spending her whole life trying to prove herself, trying to be above everything, better than, the best. 

But does she have to do it at his expense? 

He rubs his hands over his face and sighs. 

Jason sits back up. 

“Are you really that upset about this?” he asks, his voice softened into a tone Nico got used to hearing in the days post-Cupid, the tone of a hero. “I know it’s still hard for you, to be comfortable and everything-” 

“I’m not upset about it,” Nico says. Admitting it makes his cheeks flush, but it’s the truth, and Jason has more than earned that with him. “I’m just…embarrassed.” 

“Awe, why’s it embarrassing? I mean, I get from your perspective, y’know, why you might find that embarrassing, but even if taking naps and stuff is cuddling, it’s not like it’s hurting anything,” Jason says. Then, softer, maybe hesitant, he adds, “right?” 

Nico’s heart tugs annoyingly into his ribs. “It’s not hurting anything, Jason, I’m not…I don’t know. I just feel a lot of things, I guess? And it’s a lot of, like, I-I don’t know how to react, when people poke fun at something I’m still- still getting comfortable with. I like being comfortable with you.” He pokes at the rips in his jeans and continues to ignore how much of Jason is pressed up against his side, how natural it feels to just sit with him like this. 

“I like that you like being comfortable with me,” Jason says, his own version of teasing, though one that Nico knows and understands and likes. He knows that Jason’s reassuring him by prodding at him like that. 

The next track on his CD starts to play—Jason turned the volume down, but didn’t shut it all the way off. They’re both too awkward in pure silence, but sitting together when there’s other background noise that means they don’t necessarily have to talk has become a staple of their hang-outs. There’ve been many an afternoon where Nico sets up on the floor of the Zeus cabin with his new, growing Mythomagic collection, while Jason sketches out temples at his desk. 

They’re so comfortable around one another, nowadays. 

Nico brings his knees up and nestles his chin on them, frowning at the opposite wall. 

Are they maybe too comfortable? If other people are starting to look at them interacting and put weird labels like cuddling on it? Isn’t cuddling something people who like each other do, anyway? Friends don’t cuddle. 

Nico feels his ears burn hot at the implication. Is that what Annabeth was trying to say? Does she think Nico likes Jason? 

He brings his arms up to cover his mouth. He chews on his lip. 

…does, Nico like Jason? 

 (to be continued) 

bad taste (but hes booksmart)

6.1k words, 1/1, klance

based off the prompt from @nostalgicish who ALSO beta read this fic!!!!!

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53418406

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The tennis ball misses Hunk’s outstretched fingers and rolls underneath the counter, out of their reach. Hunk sits up to go get it, “You couldn’t, there’s no way, someone would call you on your shit if you said that Frodo was a hard crack addict—woah, look at that guy.”

“No, they would not–who?” Lance looks over to the doors, where there is now a short, pale man in a cropped leather jacket. He’s got night-black hair pinned up in a claw clip; gold hearts with little pearls dangling off of one side. Small bangs hang into his eyes.

A faint scar climbs from his jawbone to the right side of his mouth, curved into a frown, and his purplish eyes are hard around the edges.

“He looks like he just got out of rehab,” Hunk comments and Lance bobs his head enthusiastically in agreement.

“Psych thriller or Tender is the Flesh.” Lance assigns him a genre and a book without a second thought, watching him as he tucks his hands into his pockets and starts to make his way…not toward the psychological thrillers.

“Oh, oh! He’s, um, fantasy? Like, I’m thinking YA?”

Lance shakes his head as the unidentified man skips past that section, too. “Goddamn it, is he going towards the fucking biographies?”

Both of them watch in interest and abject horror as their mystery man hangs a left and ends up in the classical romance section. Lance’s jaw hangs open as he watches him disappear into the shelves and shelves of books, whipping around to look at Hunk, who’s in a similar state.

“Classical romance?” Hunk hisses out in exasperation, dropping his face into his hands. “Why does a guy that looks like him read classical romance?”

I remade Keith's weird desert shack from the first episode of Voltron in the Sims 4 but I yassified it (click for better quality)

I didn't plan on posting this, but I thought it was silly so here you go

So basically I made the outside as similar to his cannon house as possible, but I went buck wild on the inside because they only showed it for like 5 mins

Jasico Bingo Challenge #4!!

Prompt: Myth Retelling

Many years ago, during the creation of mankind, humans were two beings connected. With four arms, four legs, and two heads, lovers roamed the earth eternally intertwined.

From up in Mount Olympus, Zeus feared the creatures would become too strong, and with the crack of lightning, he split them in two. Devastation reigned over those connected by their love, separated and searching for each other amid the crowds that had never felt quite so lonely.

There was one particular creature like this that Zeus feared. It was stronger than most, because its love was stronger than most. It crawled and climbed to its other half century after century, but Zeus always intervened.

These twin flames lived a million lives. They chose rebirth each time Zeus collected his thunder and zapped them into despair. Within each life they were reborn into, they tracked each other down.

Somehow, the lovers could never remember each other's faces. However, the feeling of their skin was akin to a dream. The mere sensation of the other was enough for them to recognize, sending sparks of memories up their souls and to their minds.

Nico swore up and down that since he was young, living in Italy, he remembered a boy he almost couldn't live without.

The night his mother told him they were leaving for America, they shared a rushed hug of desperation, trying to memorize each other.

Of course, the river Lethe made quick work of helping Nico forget everything possible about this boy.

Everything but what was ingrained in his heart and soul since the dawn of its very existence.

When he met Jason, something about him felt familiar. Nico had long abandoned the search for his long-lost lover, but it pounded on within his destiny to find him. He thought nothing of the familiarity, moving on with life like the feeling never happened.

One night, in the big house of Camp Halfblood, Nico and Jason both reached for a pencil at the same time during a meeting. Their fingers brushed, but no one noticed.

The familiar spark of separation zapped them, making them retract their hands. They both stared at each other for a moment before sitting back in their chairs and holding their tongues for the rest of their meeting.

Nico tried to keep the feeling out of his chest, but he felt like a magnet compelled to Jason.

The memories came flooding back. Sentiments from centuries long passed overflowed their senses. Neither paid any attention for the rest of the meeting.

After it ended, Nico rushed back to his cabin. The feeling felt so familiar. He sat down, but only for a second.

He could've sworn he could still feel Jason's arms wrapped around him.

He stood again and reached for the doorknob. Sneaking out of the Hades cabin was always easy, and there was a small path behind all the other cabins that could lead to the Zeus cabin.

Nico almost didn't have a mind of his own  anymore. The urge to seek Jason out and hold him close overtook any doubt or worry he could possibly have.

While walking, head to the ground as he was boggled by his mind, Nico crashed into something.

He looked up to see Jason, looking just as surprised as he felt.

"I was just looking for you," Jason said quietly, trying not to alert any lurking harpies.

"Me too-" Nico started, before being cut off.

Jason wrapped his arms around him tightly.

"It's good to have you back."

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Jasico Bingo challenge!!

Prompt: Mythomagic

Nico's silvery laughter filled the vacant Zeus cabin as he put down another card, effectively winning the game with room to spare.

Jason groaned for the hundredth time, only making Nico's laughter swell.

Usually, Jason would complain about Nico's competitiveness, but he hadn't heard him laugh like that in months, so he let it slide.

Winters were hard for Nico. Not only was the world riddled with death and incredibly overstimulating for someone alerted of every death in his vicinity, but it was also close to the death of his sister.

Jason decided to smile and let his bragging go on. "I don't get it," Jason said, adjusting his glasses, "how do you keep winning?"

Nico shrugged. "I guess you just suck."

"Am I better than Frank?"

Nico laughed, not answering. He chewed his lip before examining his winning cards and the ones Jason lost with.

Nico scooted next to him, allowing Jason to snake an arm around him. Touching Nico was like petting a cat, it would either bite, run, or let you be. Jason was happy to confirm it was the last option this time around.

"You're too focused on offense. You don't have any defensive cards in play. Show me your hand," Nico said fast, the Italian in him making no room for a break between sentences.

Jason held out his palm. Nico laughed, earning a confused look. "No, I meant the cards in your hand. Not your actual hand," he chuckled, letting his hand fall over Jason's. He didn't intertwine their fingers but instead played absently with Jason's hand.

Jason provided Nico with a clear sight of the cards he had in his left hand. His deck wasn't as elaborate as Nico's, as it was comprised mostly of borrowed and new cards, but it was enough to at least compete with him a little.

"You should've played your siren when you played the Poseidon. They can offer you defense for three turns and you could've played your hydra afterward," he said, examining the cards.

Jason didn't understand half of what he said, but he nodded anyway. He liked it when Nico talked. You could practically see the years of trauma and turmoil melt off him as he babbled about his favorite game. He looked like a normal teenager, aside from his collection of scars and bruises that constantly littered his pale skin.

After a few more rounds and slightly less harrowing losses on Jason's part—which he was undoubtedly proud of—the sun began to set.

Jason could tell he was actually improving at the game. He got close to beating Nico several times before Nico checked his phone and sighed.

"Alright, one more round, then I'm going back to my cabin. Make it a good one," Nico laughed hollowly. It was the kind of laugh he did to fill gaps between words and make himself less threatening. Jason wished he knew he didn't have to do that around him.

They each threw down their first god cards, Jason with Boreas and Nico with Demeter.

Pretty soon, the game looked like it was about to be a tie. Jason, desperate to win at least once, devised his plan.

Nico had made a rule early on that if you fully remove a card from your hand, even if you choose not to play it or even set it down, you had to play it. The only expectation was if the text was small and you were moving it closer to read it.

So, as Jason watched Nico smile, putting his hand on a card that might make or break his final move, he came up with his plan.

Right as Nico was swapping his hand between two cards, Jason leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

Nico jumped, pulling his hand away from his deck, the card still between his fingers.

His face turned red quickly, contrasting his dark hair violently. He stared at Jason, mouth open in a mixture of surprise and amusement.

"You unbelievable jerk," Nico laughed, staring at the card as if it had personally slaughtered his whole family.

Jason practically cackled as Nico slammed down Bounties Harvest, possibly the worst card in the game.

"You're such a cheater!" Nico laughed. He sounded much younger than than usual. His typical aloof and unbothered nature got lost as he pointed his finger at the perpetrator.

Jason moved his army forward, finally winning the game. He moved Nico's HP tracker to zero for him, practically having to wipe tears out of his eyes from the laughter.

"I'm never playing mythomagic with you again," Nico said through laughs.

"We both know that isn't true."

"Don't test it blondie."

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