29. one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

I mean, both of them died in canon. Sometimes, they both just lay awake all night long, holding each other and not speaking, because they both just… need something to anchor them to this world. And they’re it for each other.

30. one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

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Helios was exhausted.

His duties were straining in on themselves, but in the past years in particular. After all, his lover was very busy with Olympian duties - mainly so related to his prophetic gifts. So Helios, being the good, caring boyfriend he was, of course took over some of his lover’s duties. Mainly the sun-related ones.

Only that his duties had been very straining and distracting lately. Especially the closer the Giant War drew. Helios hated that. He wished to stand by his lover’s side, have Apollo’s back.

Apollo had smiled sweetly at him, those mismatched eyes sparkling brightly as he had leaned up on his tip-toes to kiss Helios’ cheek and then shove him hard.

His little sunshine was a fighter, not just a lover. Helios knew that. Of course did he know that. The only one matching him with a bow and arrow was his twin-sister Artemis. Apollo could hold himself in a fight if he had to.

That didn’t mean Helios wanted him in the middle of a fight though. A war no less.

Yet this one… was different.

Gods loved using demigods as pawns. But this war required the gods to also fight themselves. To slay the Giants at the demigods’ side.

Helios trusted his sunshine. He knew Apollo would be fine during the war. And now that the war was over, Helios was looking forward to embracing his lover again, just grab Apollo, take him home and live in peace for a century or two.

Maybe take some time off to spend in Alfheim? They did have this cozy little vacation home there… It would be nice. And Apollo surely would be happy to spend more time with his best friend Frey. That might sway Apollo.

And to be honest, that idea wasn’t so spontaneous. Helios had spent the past few weeks preparing said vacation home, making it as homey as possible for his love. Apollo deserved the rest.

“Helios, my dear, old friend.”

Helios paused. He didn’t turn around. That sweet voice, like poisoned honey. A scowl etched its way onto his face as he took a deep breath to turn around and give Loki Laufeyson a piece of his mind. Said piece of mind was stuck in his throat when he noticed that Loki wasn’t alone.

“Hel Lokisdatter. A rare pleasure, milady”, stated Helios, voice very soft as he bowed.

He knew to respect a king or queen when he met them, regardless what pantheon they were from. Hel offered him the smallest smile in return, a shy one. Her long hair fell into her face, covering the rotting half and only revealing the beautiful one. Her dress, long sleeves on one side, a glove that reached all the way up to her shoulder in addition to it. She half hid behind her father and Loki, as always, stood in a protective stance in front of his only daughter.

The trickster had a pleased half-smirk on his face as he regarded Helios curiously, fingers playing with his well-groomed goaty as he tilted his head. It were his eyes that had always unsettled Helios, if he was being honest. Green as poison, shimmering silver with lies and danger.

Helios stood straight, looking at the two Norse gods curiously. What were they doing in Alfheim? Loki preferred… Well, none really, he was always everywhere - wherever he could cause most mischief. But Hel? The queen of Helheim? Why would the Ice Queen seek the realm of the sun god? Helios could see how clearly uncomfortable the goddess was, looking a bit red-cheeked there.

“Listen, this isn’t a favor for you, Titan”, stated Loki, voice unusually serious.

“A favor?”, echoed Helios surprised. “What do you want, lie smith?”

Helios was startled as Loki threw a golden apple at him. Helios blinked slowly, eyes wide as he stared at the holy fruit. The immortality granting fruit, guarded by the Goddess Iduna for all the gods and pantheons (though she had gardeners assisting her from all the pantheons too. The Hesperides from the Graeco-Romans, for example). Not many knew that ambrosia, the food of the gods that granted them immortality, was actually made, among other ingredients, of the golden apples.

“Father speaks the truth”, pieped Hel up, looking displeased. “That’s why I’m here. I know how unreasonably unrealistic that statement is.”

“Hey. A bit more respect for your old man”, grunted Loki with a glare.

Hel gave him a deadpan look before returning her attention to Helios once more. “Your Olympians have decided to strip one of your own off his immortality. Your king couldn’t make that decision without Hades knowing. After all, a god now runs the danger of being killed and dying. And, well, when I was in the park with my puppy Garm last week, we walked with Hades and Zerberus for a while and he mentioned it. And when I heard who…”

Helios didn’t like where this was going. He gripped the apple tighter. Loki’s smirk grew more knowing and wicked. Helios had the urge to throw the apple into his pretty face.

“My dear daughter told me and I could not let it stand like that”, drawled Loki. “I mean, he is my best friend’s favorite brother. Hermes would be quite unbearable if something happened to precious Apollo.”

“Then why not go to Hermes?”, asked Helios, still suspicious.

“Ah”, grunted Loki with a careless shrug. “Daddy issues. You know the guy can’t go up agains Zeus. You? A Titan? This could be… entertaining.”

Helios gritted his teeth and averted his eyes to stare at the floor. Loki and Hel remained for a long stretch of silence. He really didn’t like Loki - mainly because Loki and Apollo had kind of a fling prior to Helios and Apollo getting together. Helios wasn’t a fan of how much Loki enjoyed reminding him of this.

“Thank you, Loki. You… have my grattitude”, grunted Helios out unwillingly. “You too, Queen Hel.”

The self-satisfied smile on Loki’s face made Helios really want to throw the apple. “My, it would be a shame if something so pretty would be wasted. Just… take care of this, Titan.”

“I will, Eldojotun”, replied Helios sharply, watching with satisfaction how Loki flinched.

The Aes did not like being reminded that his status as a god was an earned one and that, foremost, he was still a born Fire Giant. Loki sneered at him briefly before returning to his charming smile.

“Very well then. Come along, sweetie. Grandma invited us for tea and cake”, declared Loki, waving a dismissive hand in Helios’ general direction.

“Oh! Grandma Laufey makes the best cakes. Bye, Helios”, chimed Hel, seemingly far more motivated by that prospect.

With that, the two Norse gods disappeared. Leaving Helios with his apple.

“W–Who in the world…?”, grunted a startled teenager.

The boy, with messy black hair, stared up at Helios with surprised, sea-green eyes. Helios only spared the human one glance before turning to the one in the boy’s company. A scowl found its way onto Helios’ face as he threw the golden apple at his boyfriend. Apollo smiled brighter than the sun as he caught it.

“Oh! Wonderful. Early rescue. Just started wondering where our new little dynamic duo was going to head next to solve this little… problem of mine”, chimed Apollo happily, rubbing the apple against his robes. “Huh. Those things are not handed out easily. Iduna is possessive of them. How did you…?”

“A thief dropped it off”, growled Helios and grabbed Apollo by the arm. “Come.”

“…I don’t like it when you’re angry”, noted Apollo dubiously. “Are you… angry with me?”

“No”, replied Helios, the growl growing darker as the sky above them clouded over. “Someone else. I’m glad you’re fine, my love.” His voice grew gentler at that as he cupped Apollo’s cheek and checked him for injuries before turning toward the human. “Thank you, for protecting my sunshine. I am indebted to you. If any god gives you a hard time again, call for Helios and I will stand by your side.”

“A free favor from a god. That’s a new one. Cool.”

Apollo wrapped one arm aroung Helios’ neck, the other hand still holding the apple as he brought it up to his rosy lips and took a large bite from it. To grand immortality, one needed a whole apple. The tiny bit that was mushed into the ambrosia was enough to keep the immortality going for the gods, but it would never be enough to restore Apollo’s godhood. Apollo yelped as Helios teleported them away.

The sky around Olympus darkened as though night had come early. Zeus frowned confused. He knew Helios was taking care of the sun - it was the main reason why he had even gotten his punishment for Apollo through.

“How dare you”, roared an angry, dark voice.

Zeus sat up straighter on his throne as the Sun Titan materialized in front of him, looking like a vicious, avenging angel. There were still many Titans around and the general rule of thumb was to perhaps not anger them. They were ancient and also powerful in most cases. Zeus blinked as he spotted his son behind Helios. The son Zeus had only just banished from Olympus.

“Apollo”, growled Zeus in warning.

“No”, hollered Helios.

“You broke an Oath of Styx twice, siring two demigods.

You interfered and turned one of them into a tree to cheat Death himself.

You are the king and were responsible to keep things such as Tartarus secure yet you allowed for your Father to reform and nearly overthrow you.

You let a teenage boy steal your symbol of power.

You let your son Ares allign himself with Kronos during the Titan War without repercussions.

You let your wife make a fool out of you by playing with the memories of the heroes and having Romans and Greeks mingle, single-handedly throwing all of Olympus into an identity crisis that very well nearly cost you all your lives and this war.

And yet here you are, acting like you are the one, true king who does no wrong. Punishing Apollo for… What exactly did he do wrong? He has helped your little pawns during both wars. He has done his best to restore the Oracle after it had been lost because you had to anger Lord Hades.”

Helios had stalked up to Zeus and by now was lifting the young god up by his throat, a nasty expression on Helios’ face as he squeezed. No amount of thundering and sparks was going to get Zeus out of the supernova-hot burning fury of a Sun Titan.

“You will never lay a hand on Apollo again or you will find yourself right down there alongside your father”, growled Helios in warning. “Believe me, no one is pleased with you and Hera anymore. The past handful of years alone have proven what incapable rulers you have become. You allowed not one, not two, but four major wars to happen right under your nose within the last century alone. And so far, the only thing keeping from a revolution is that everyone is still licking their wounds. But so help me Chaos herself, if you ever lay hand on Apollo again, I will personally throw the first speer.”

Zeus looked positively mortified as Helios just dropped him. Still glowering, Helios went to his lover and picked Apollo up bridal-style before teleporting them to Alfheim. Apollo blinked dazed up at him as he slowly oriented himself.

“That was… really fucking hot”, grunted Apollo stunned. “My knight in golden-shining armor.”

Grinning and batting his eyelashes playfully, Apollo pulled Helios down into a kiss. “We’re taking a vacation. Right now.”

“No arguments from me, babe”, hummed Apollo pleased.

THE END

17. Who says I love you first? 

*sobs dramatically* Sure. I just get numbers thrown at my head. @kimmyhunter​ gets a “lovely author”. I brought you into this author-marriage and now you love your stepmother more than me... ;___;

Dear gods, I think I need to get off the internet and get some sleep... I get overly dramatic when I lack sleep.

*clears throat awkwardly*

3. Least favorite part of writing. 

The part where... uhm. The part where I get interrupted and can’t write 24/7? There is literally no part of writing that I don’t love. I literally live to write. Designing characters, plotting their relationships and backgrounds, building a world, putting the characters into that world, connecting everything, putting together the outlines for a story within that world, coming up with a coherent plot, writing it down, reading over it afterward, posting it and seeing that I could make someone happy with it. I love it all. Every aspect of it.

9. Least favorite trope to write. 

Huh. I don’t even know. Like, there are tropes that I hated prior to writing them. High school AUs. Crossovers. ABO-verse. Chaos fic. Parent switch. OC-centered next gen fics. But I think that... whatever it is, if you take it and give it your spin and fix whatever it is you disliked about it, then you can love it.

I have yet to find a trope that I really truly dislike to write. Kinks? Fuck yeah. Tropes...? Mh, not so much.

12. How do you deal with self-doubts?

Quite frankly, me posting my stories is kind of my way of dealing with my self-doubts. I’ve never believed in anything I did. Or that others might be interested in it. Or that it might be good.

And then a friend of mine who saw me write during class asked me what I was doing and I explained what fanfiction is to him and he got excited and asked me if I post it and I told him a very quick no because oh good lord why would I do that, why would anyone ever want to read this weird stuff I come up with? Nonononono.

He kept prodding and one day, in a fit of sheer insanity, I posted the story I had been working on in private there - Percy in Paradise. And... people liked it? And said nice things about it? There was just so much positivity and over the years, that only grew. You guys are amazing and every sweet review makes me smile.

You can... generally tell if I’m having shitty real life situations by an increase of fanfiction updates from me, because when I start doubting or hating myself, I post things to see the positive reactions, to feel validated and like not everything I do sucks and is bad and shitty and that there are people out there who disagree.

My friend back then pushed me over the edge and over the years, I came to learn that regardless of my own opinion of some of the things I wrote, there will always be someone out there who will be grateful to read it and who will love it.

You could say that I deal with my self-doubt by blindly trusting the internet to catch me, I guess. When I doubt myself, I close my eyes and just fall back into the internet by posting something, trusting my amazing, sweet, kind, encouraging and adorable readers to catch me.

  jacehairondale: Jace Appreciation Weeks [Week 2]...

My favorite thing is that it says favorite outfit and he’s half naked. XD

Well. I mean. It is an outfit choice too. To forego shirts. And it does suit him so well *snickers*

Personally, I find that a highly appropriate choice of interpretation for that theme. *nods wildly*

Already did the threesome one. ;3

1. Who’s the best gift giver? Do they go in on gifts or do itseparately?

Octavian, because he loves to spoil his boys rotten without making a big deal out of it. His boys know that he’s a big softy on the inside, hidden under thick layers of British sarcasm.

2. Sleeping arrangements: Do they push the beds together? Whotakes all of the blankets in bed? Who’s practically draped over theothers?

Pushed together beds. Because it does get a bit tight with four. Jason is a bit of a blanket hog, Percy occasionally falls asleep square over his lovers, Luke likes spooning.

3. Who is always in the middle in triad cases?

Sometimes, Octavian, with Luke and Jason on his sides and Percy sprawled out on top of them. Other times, Percy and Jason in a tangle of limbs, with Octavian and Luke on either side.

4. How do date nights look like?

Octavian trying to cultivate his lovers. Mostly failing. Percy and Jason get distracted or rope each other into something of a competitive nature - some kind of game, or wrestling - while Luke plans a heist. It’s frustrating, really.

5. Do any members get jealous? How do they act when they do?

Octavian is super jealous. He doesn’t like Nico anywhere near Percy and Jason, which really only makes Percy and Jason want to spend more time with Nico because Tavy needs to cool down some, the idiot.

6. Who asked who out? How was the first date(s)?

Luke did the asking out of Octavian, together the two of them invited Jason into their relationship and then the three decided to add Percy. First date was a bit of a mess because everyone tried to interact with everyone and at that point, they of course didn’t have a foursome-rhythm in it. They needed to find that first.

7. Who brings home stray pets and convinces the others to keepthem?

Percy does, all the time. Octavian acts annoyed until Luke shoves him, Jason finds it endearing.

8. Who are the reckless ones that make Bad Decisions? Who arethe sensible ones who follow after them to make sure they don’tdie?

Percy and Jason are good at reckless, while Luke and Octavian literally tried world domination so they do the Bad Decisions. Mainly, it’s the united force of Thalia, Annabeth, Reyna and Rachel bailing them out.

9. Who’s the one who remembers everyone’s favoriteorders at cafes/restaurants?

Octavian does, because he thinks that is just something that ought to be remembered. His boys find it adorable.

10. Would/do they have kids? Who are the Responsible Parents,who are the Cool Parents™ to the polywogs?

*distressed whale-noises*

Why do you haaate me? ;____; What have I done to you?

But. I… I have to say Nicercy.

I just, I love Malace, but it’s the new, shiny thing that hit me like a train. And I’ve reached the point where I got the innitial awe out of my system. Not meaning that I’ve stopped shipping it, far from it, but I’ve currently moved on to exploring more pairings for the fandom, focusing mainly on Jalec and Jagnus, with some Velondale planned and Heronlightstar and there’s just… Right now, if you made me chose to only write one pairing for this fandom, I couldn’t even, because I’m still in the middle of exploring it and there are so many ships I want to write and explore and I’m not really done settling down in it yet, you know? If any of this makes sense?

Nicercy is the thing I always come back to. I’m super positively surprised that I sitll come up with such a shit-ton of ideas for them and that, despite the fact that I haven’t had any source-material to inspire me and haven’t been insterested in reading for the fandom in _a while_, I still love writing it so much.