You can go ahead and let me drown now.

This is the blog! It's supposed to be a place for me to share the things I write: fan fiction of the mainly PJO/percico variety, with occasional appearances from BBC Merlin or anything else that compels me. However, it gets regularly waylaid by bad WWE memes and reblogs I feel represent the inside of my head. So, in the name of convenience and shameless* self promotion, here's a link to my ao3 works. Below the cut, find some links and summaries for some (not all!) of the past and present fic lore.

Otherwise, idk thanks for coming? Stop in, say hi, will write for literally the smallest amount of positive feedback, it's sad.

byebye.

-Kay

*it's fully ashamed

The third time Lancelot comes back from the dead, he comes with life in his eyes. A life that spreads to the eyes of those around him, those that carried his first and second death in theirs. Arthur sees it, faint but real in Gwen's body, slumped in Lancelot's arms as he comes screaming up to the castle steps on his horse, beseeching Arthur to condemn him to the deepest dungeon, so long as Gwen is saved, that her exile is ended. Arthur senses it in the stares of his knights, anxiously awaiting their king's verdict, hope creeping in under fear. Arthur hears it in Merlin's words, his whispered certainty that it's different this time, Lancelot is here, it's him, his soul is restored.

Arthur recognizes it in his own eyes, reflected back at him in the shine of Merlin's with a peace Arthur had forgotten was ever there, it's been so long since he's seen it.

[rules: in a new post, show the last thing you wrote or drew then tag as many people as you like]

better late than never?! thanks to @owlintheskies for the tag, link to their post

Have a snippet of CH5 of vapes!nico percico infidelity fic (can read the rest on ao3: known to cause cancer in the state of california), bc i PROMISE i am working on it, i just got busy w summer event fic :)

When Nico is ten, a strange boat made of skins and bones crashes on the rocks off Ardnamurchan and sinks, all hands lost. His mother waits outside their cottage, feet at the water's edge, for a month. The village gives them an even wider berth as she prepares final rites for the corpses to free their souls to the next life, but none ever wash up on the beach.

When Nico is twelve, their village has no priestess, and he finds a strange pelt in the sand. He only takes it because Will said it was from some gross dead thing and Nico shouldn't touch it, so obviously he was going to touch it. It turns out not to be gross at all, but clean and dry, thick with dense black fur, but Nico forgets to wonder about that when later on that same day he finds a boy on the beach, pale and naked as anything, passed out in the surf.

Nico is thirteen when he has his first kiss. He finds Percy - a strange name for a strange boy - where he often is, standing just past the upper reach of the tide at dawn, wrapped only in the old quilt Nico's mother made for Bianca that someone might as well use. Percy's always staring out to sea, but he turns when Nico comes to him, a gentle touch at his elbow pushing the sadness back to the depths of his eyes. This morning, Percy touches back, pulling Nico in by the wrist, and the thick morning fog hides them from land and sea alike.

Nico is fourteen when he falls to his knees in the bitter waves, drenched with salt water from his feet to his eyes. He cries out to diminishing ripples in indifferent water, because he didn't know, he swears he didn't know it was Percy's. Nico would've given it back if he'd known. He wasn't trying to keep Percy prisoner, he thought he was keeping Percy safe.

But no one hears him, or if they do, they don't believe him. Nico isn't sure he believes himself.

When Nico is seventeen, and the beach is as shrouded and empty as it's been every day for years, he walks on bare feet in frigid sand and ignores the feeling of being watched by the sea. Except, today the feeling will not be ignored, and Nico can only watch back, frozen in place, as something - someone breaks through the surface of the water.