#selfcest au

I see it as kinda reality TV Käärijä X social media Käärijä or whatever. In this setting giant K has mostly the Jere personality while human K is permanently in Käärijä persona

meet cute and then it only gets weirder

The guy's nice. He helps them. He's powerful. He's soft for his younger self and he adores Hazel all the same.

But then they see his sword brimming with godly essences; his aura sometimes turns slightly red at the edges. He has a vial of fire - from Hephaestus' forge, Leo said - that he doused Clytius with. A pair of winged shoes enabled him to cut off Cupid's wings after Young Nico's forced to come out. When he brakes off Jason and Percy's fight, he can redirect Jason's bolts and Percy thinks the pearls that the older man uses to defend against his water are familiar. Maybe he saw it in Poseidon's palace.

They're just gifts, he said. But they don't look like it, especially when Annabeth finds a shatter of her mother's shield amongst the future Nico's possession.

Apollo didn't see Older!Nico before, so when a terrifying man open the door and look right into his eyes, saying "Apollo" with a disgusted voice, he obviously freeze and think they knock on the wrong door.

What happened with demigods and they bad habits when opening doors?

They are on the right apartment, obviously. So they enter and Nico wants to go but Older!Nico just let if they go together.

@controlit

the past few weeks had been rough. beyond rough, really. the memories of the destruction, the death, the painful and lengthy process of just healing were blurred and foggy, only truly coming to him through nightmares and flashbacks, or moments where a sight, a touch, a smell would suddenly jar his memory.

he was tired. so tired, and weak from living off of stolen food and hours of sleep in the safest places he could find. alcoves in alleys, abandoned parts of the subway system. he had to go home. he had to see what he had done to the little church, wanted to know. wanted his meager possessions. new underwear, socks.

the church was dead quiet from the outside, bent sidings and roofing. splintered wood. but credence could feel the presence of someone. the same way that he felt moments before the snap of mr. graves arrival. the way he felt when mr. graves was close, the heavy pressure of something suffocating - but it was different. it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. it was familiar, yet something he was sure he hadnt ever felt before.

in a shaking grasp, credence held a broken beam of some sort in one hand, and pushed his way into the broken building with the other. he couldnt be afraid anymore. not when he was alone. not even his modesty was around to protect him any longer. he was a man. he could do this. regardless of the possibility that they were a witch, just like mr. graves.

the running gag is that they will refer to each other in the first person

you = me

Today it's sappy and existential and cw for self-harm intentions. and mood whiplash because I still ended it with a joke