Once Apon A Time

What's wrong baby?

I laugh as Nico and I come around the corner of the Zeus cabin. Nico pushes me again, covering his mouth to stop laughing. We're at my door for a while, laughing, gently shoving each other, until we both calm down enough to say goodnight. "Oh well" Nico chuckles, holding his stomach. My face hurts from all the laughing and fun we had tonight. "Goodnight honey" I hold back more laughter and lean in for a small kiss. Nico's cheeks spread into an even wider smile, and he leans up to meet me. "Goodnight Grace" He mutters muffling another laugh. I open my door, and wave Nico off. Despite the fact that today was Bianca's birthday and the day started of real shity, we made it work. As I shed my shirt, I realize just how tired I really am. I yawn, sitting down on my bed to get my pants off. I throw my clothes on the floor and head for my window, cracking it open a little to cool down the room. It's a hot night in the middle of summer, so it won't get too cold if I open the window a little. I drag myself back to bed, getting comfortable under a light blanket. A blanket with lightning that Nico gave me for my last birthday. I snuggle into it, the day's joys weighting me down, I've been op since 5 am this morning, so it is bedtime for me. I shift, laying down on my stomach, I lay my arms under my pillow and try to settle in. But it's too hot, so I kick the blanket off. It hurts my hips, so I turn over laying on my back to stare op at the celling. It takes me a while to fall asleep, but when I do drift off, I'm in a happy sleep. I'm half waken by my door creaking open. I reach down to grab my sword, wrap my fingers around the handle ready to threaten whoever came in. But then, there's a small sniffling, I look op, eyes having adjusted to the darkness, it's pitch black in my cabin. "Nico?" I murmur. There's a small, almost sad sound of acknowledgement. I let the sword drop from my hand, sitting op. I reach over and rub my fingers on the candle on my nightstand. I snap my fingers on the wick. It lights op and I pull my fingers away to not burn my myself.

In the low candle light, I can vaguely see Nico standing by my door, holding onto the handle. Nico's dressed in gray sweatpants and an old hoodie of mine that I gave him. He's crying, oh right, night are hard. "What's wrong baby?" I yawn, swinging my legs of the bed to get Nico. "I, I'm sorry" He sniffles, wiping his nose on the sleeve. I shiver in the weirdly cold cabin, how's that possible. I glance over to the window, it's been blown off the hook and wide open. I rush to close it. Strange. I walk to over to a slightly shaking Nico. "Hey, it's okay" I wrap him around in my arms, gently pressing his head to my chest. He cries, clinging to me like I'm the last real thing in the world around him. I don't ask, because I don't need to. It was another nightmare, most likely about Bianca. I walk us back to my bed, gentle feet moving back. He wails, trying to explain but it's so incoherent that he just stops trying. I run my hand down his back, a gentle touch I hope would help. On nights like this, it's all I can do, try to help him calm down, try to just be there for him. I sit on the edge of the bed. Gently pulling him down with me. He let's me, planting his knees on either side of me. He lays his head on my shoulder, his tears spilling down his face and onto my shoulder. He sobs into my shoulder, crying and babbling on about the nightmare, It's still really fucking incoherent, but it doesn't matter, because it makes him feel better. So it doesn't matter if I understand what he saying, he probably won't understand what he was trying say in a couple hours. "And, and she was, the river, and, and she, fell" He squeezes me, clinging onto me like if he go I would disappear. "I know" I whisper. I'm both hoping and not hoping that what he's describing is only a dream. But I'm not sure either of them would make me feel better. If it's only a dream, then how did his mind come up with it. If it's a memory, then, it must be fucking terrifying to relive.

To see your sister fall into a river, and not get out. Is down right traumatic. He's never told me much about his sister, it's hard for him to talk about. Understandably so. She raised him after their mother died, and then she left him and also died. The room falls quiet as Nico stops speaking. The tears too much to manage while talking. He pulls his head away from my shoulder, wiping a lot more tears away with the sleeve. His eyes tell me everything I need to know, he's tired, he's sad, he just can't take any more nightmares, he can't take more nights like this. "I know, I know baby" I hold onto him, as tightly as I can. "We'll get through it" I gently run my hand under op his back, a small gesture I hope would help. "Mhm?" I ask. "Y-Yeah" He sniffles. He yawns through tears. He's tired, he should stay here. "Come on" I gently pat his back. "Bed?" I ask. A tearful Nico nods, shifting off me. I get op, and grab my winter duvet to sleep with, because it's gotten really cold in here. I blow out the candle and I settle back in bed with him, pulling the covers over us. Without a word or any hint, he tucks himself into me, arms loosely wrapped around my hips, and his head tucked into the crook of my neck. Snuggling into me. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly. He breaths in my scent, letting the familiar smell calm him down. His breathing slowly returns to normal, but he's still shaking a little. I inhale the lovely smell of Nico, he showers at night and then again in the morning so he smells of some kind of soap, in my half awake state I can't be sure what it smells of. But it's Nico, My Nico. Even with everything he went through, and all the consequences of what he went through, everything I went through, and all the consequences of what I went through, we stick by each other. Because we have to, Nico has no real family, and I only have a sister who I can't really see. We're there for each other, we don't leave, we promised we'd do anything to stick by each other.

"Jason?" He mutters, voice more clear but still shaky and a little hoarse. "Yes?" I murmur back to him. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woke you op for this, I could have dealt with it myself" He murmurs, muffling his words into the skin of my neck. A small shiver runs down my spine, I should have put on a shirt. "No no no baby" I gently pull his head from my neck, caressing his cheek, bringing it op to my face. "You should have woken me op, just because you can deal with it on your own, doesn't mean you have to" In the darkness I find his lips, placing a light peck on them. "And I don't want you to" I whisper, warm breath against his lips. Nico doesn't respond how I thought he would. He doesn't say a word, only leaning back in for another kiss. I let him, it's a light kiss, the kinda kiss we have when one of us are upset. Light and fluffy. "Wake me op if it happens again" I mumble. Nico makes a small sound of yes before tucking his head back into my neck. "I will" He mumbles.

"Goodnight baby"

"Night"

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Oh my Gods, yes. How did I not think of it. I'm sure you've already written a way better version of this. But I'm going to give it a shot if you don't mind.

(forgive me if there are any mistakes, English is not my first language and I am dyslexic)

I hope you like it.

For a rare occasion I was actually at the camp fire. I don't wanna hear it, Jason insisted. And, I will never admit this out loud but, he said some people were kinda picking on him. Or as he said 'making fun' of him. So here I am, on a late summer night. Sitting with him around the roaring fire. He's managed to convince me let him have my hand, I'm not a big fan but if it makes him feel better I couldn't care less. Most people have already left, leaving only a few people around us. Jason's talking to some Hermes kid, and I can't seem to decide if he sounds tired or nervous. I squeeze his hand, he squeezes back and I relax. Looking into the fire like it would do me any good, sitting here reminds me of meeting Hestia. She sat right were I'm sitting now. She hasn't been here for a while, she probably been busy.

I glace over to Jason as his fingers tense up in mine. Another Hermes kid (he's maybe 16) has joined their conversation. Jason shifts a tiny bit closer to me. Nervous. They haven't said anything rude or weird, but just having them here making him nervous and me mad. How do these boys think they are, I let go of his hand, firmly resting my arm around him. He eases slightly, putting his left hand over mine. We lock fingers. Out of nowhere, the older one decides it's time to test the waters. "I mean" He laughs "You're mother wanted nothing to do with you, your father doesn't either, and no one here wants you around. That must feel.." The words alone have me urging to jump up. But the tone, the audacity, the laughter, no God damn way I'm letting that happen. The younger Hermes kid laughs along. "So wonderful" The few other campers around look over. I chuckle and pull my arm back, raising from my seat next to him, a spot in the dark.

"What now?" I ask, my voice filing the silence. Even the crackling fire seems to go quiet at the challenge. The youngest boy shy's away from the fire. But I call him back "Don't think you can out run me" I warn. He returns to stand at the oldest side. The youngest is a little shorter than me, that would be an easy one. The oldest, about Jason's height, so half a head taller than me. Doesn't matter though. Jason tugs at my hand, I vaguely see him shake his head in the darkness. I shake his hand off. "Do wanna say that again?" I demand. The youngest who hadn't really said anything, shakes his head wildly. "N-no" He mutters. The oldest laughs crossing his arms. "You don't scare me. I said that no one wants-" I cut him off with a punch right in his mouth. Hopefully knocking out a few teeth. The youngest runs away, but I don't notice anything else then the fact that the oldest just hit the ground in front of me. I get in a kick between his legs, and curls on on his side. The only sounds left in the air is the sound of the fire and the bitch groaning. A few other campers chuckle. I crouch down beside him, feet in front of his face. There's a little blood dripping down his chin.

"Leave him alone, got it?" He grimaces and stutters "Y-you fucking psycho!" I chuckle and kick him square in the teeth. That'll hurt to fix. "Got it?" I repeat. Louder this time. "Yes yes!" He yells through the blood spilling out of his mouth. There's blood on my boots. I'll wash them "Nico" Jason's slapped his hand over his mouth. I push myself off the ground and walk back to where Jason is sitting in either awe or in disgust. "You didn't have to do that, I could have handle it on my own" He mutters. "We both know you won't gonna, so I did" I take his hand and pull him up. "Come on, let's get out of here before the little one comes back with Chiron" I say, turning to the firepit. As if on cue the fire dies down, so that everyone around it can see me standing here. "None of you say anything" I grumble. The few vague silhouettes nod, some chuckle and I chuckle along.

On the way back to my cabin, Jason argues with me over the fact that it was not necessary. I kindly remind him that all the times he defends me are not always necessary either. After that, he shut up, and just swings my hand back and forward in his.

Sure Jason is protective of Nico but you can be damn sure I’ll write one about Nico defending Jason.

Good night

Spencer and y/n

You been on the phone with Spencer for a few hours now, and while you love talking to him, it's late and you are getting tired. Very tired. You lay down on your shared bed, phone still pressed to your ear.

"Spence, baby" You say, sleep trying to pull you into it's grasp. You slip under the covers, warming your body.

"Yes?" Spencer sounds so awake you're jealous of his awakeness.

"You know i love you, right?" You ask, yawning as you rub your eyes. Spencer gulps and whispers to you in a nervous tone.

"I've been talking for too long, haven't I?" Spencer asks, suddenly nervous and sad.

"No, no baby i love hearing you talking it just, it's 3 in the morning for me and I'm really tired" You chuckle lightly, hoping you aren't hurting his feelings by cutting him off. You rub your eyes as you wait for a response.

"It's 3 am for you? Why didn't you say so? it's only 1 am here. You should go to bed" Spencer almost sounds like a kid being told their friend is sick, concerned.

"Oh, right, you're like, on the other side of the country. Yeah, you should get some sleep too okay?" You say, plugging your changer into your phone.

"Yes, of course Dear"

"Good night Spence"

"Good night"

Wrong

I'm standing by the strawberry fields, watching over campers as they pick strawberries. I've been picked to watch over them and to keep track of how mange they are picked and to pack them to be sold. We just started, so I'm waiting for now. But when the baskets start come, the camper should have counted them, but if they're not sure, then I have to recount them. Which means I have to count every basket. And that also means I'm in charge of everybody. Which, kinda sucks, but it's alright. The first one gets here, and I sit down and start to count. Fifty strawberries pr. packet. And a is basket is around two hundred give or take. This one two hundred specifically. So I pack them into four boxes. This goes on for a while, I slowly get behind by one basket. I'm getting a little confused, I haven't seen Jason yet. He never just drops it and walks off. We've been at it for a while, and I'm getting a bit worried. He never takes this long. Soon enough he goes get here but he's unusually quiet. "Hey" I mumble not brothering to look op because I can't afford to slowly down right now. "Hey..." He mumbles back and he gently tumbles the strawberries out into the big box that holds the strawberries while I sort through them. Somethings wrong. He tries to leave, but I reach op and grab his hand. "Are you okay?" I ask. "I'm fine" He sigh. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, just tired" He shakes my hand off and I let him. He walks off and I return to the strawberries that are piled high. The way the camp does this, is that one person watches over the rest of the campers while they pick the strawberries, and when all the strawberries are picked, the rest of the campers help pack the rest of the strawberries. Every three campers have a section to pick, and when they finish it, they help out with the packing. It's the way it's always been done. I go about packing more boxes and setting them in the tuck.

I hum along to the sweet summer tune that is being played from somewhere. I slowly get more and more behind, but it doesn't matter, they'll get packed eventually. A lot more people come by. But Jason's late again. I look over the fields, I hear laughter from Jason's section. Guess he's just having a lot of fun. That's good, he's been having trouble making friends here. It's nice to see him getting along with others. I think he might be the one joking around, because I don't hear him laughing. I guess I won't comment on it, he needs friends. More strawberries keep coming and I pick op the pace. Then Jason finally comes by again. And the second I see him, angry rushes through me. What the actual fuck. "What? what's wrong?" I grab his hand the second he's dropped the strawberries. "Nothing" He sniffles. Tears are running down his face, his are eyes red, and he keeps sniffling. "Jason, tell me what happened, now" I demand, squeezing his hand. He sighs and wipes his eyes. "The guys I'm with, keep making fun of me" he mumbles. Oh fuck no. That ain't happing while I'm here. "What on earth for?" I ask, rising from my chair. I step closer to him, but not touching anywhere else. "Being bi, being with you, just, being there" He sniffles, wiping away more tears. "Who?" "Nico please don't-" "Who?" I repeat. He sighs "Parker and Liam" those fucking assholes. I'm might kill em. I wanna kill em. "Why don't you, go over, and join Will's group he's in group 5, and I'll deal with them. Alright?" I say. Jason nods and shallows. I lean op and place a light kiss on his cheek. I send him over to Will, making sure that's he's out of ear shot. "Parker! Liam! Come here right now!" I yell, I almost go red in the face. I'm fucking fuming, I stand and wait for them to get op here. Watching as the pile strawberries slowly grows. They are in for quiet the earful with me. Since I'm in charge here, I decide what happens to them.

As they finally get op here to me. They're both looking rather sheepish. Almost scared. So, I lure them in with a smile, something they know, I don't really do. "What's so funny?" I ask, luring them in with a seemingly normal question. "Oh nothing, are we being too slow?" I think it's Parker who asks. Yeah, it's Parker, he's taller. "That too. Nothing? doesn't quite make sense" I say, slowly letting them see what I'm getting at. I watch on in amusement as fear flashes across their faces. They know why they're here. "So it's nothing to pick on my boyfriend?" I muse. A few people here pick on me too, but they stop the second I start talking. And for some reason, these two seem to think, they can pick on Jason, and I won't say anything about. Wrong bubby, fucking wrong. You mess with him, I mess with you. "We were kidding around" Liam chuckles nervously. I focus on him, staring directly into his eyes. "Do I look I'm kidding around?" I ask. They both fall quiet. "DO I?" I demand. "No" Parker says, holding back a chuckle. I take a deep breath, they want a reaction, fine I'll give them a reaction. "Oh, am I being funny now?" I ask, coldly. "Shut your goddamn mouth" Liam bursts out. They both start laughing at me. Wrong reaction. "Well, look like you're having too much fun. Sit down. Parker left side by the tuck, Liam right side by the box" I point to the chairs. They both fall quiet again, staring at me in disbelief. "Are you serious?" Parker asks, the blood draining from his face. "I will drag you to that chair, that's how serious I am. Sit your dumb asses down right now" The quietly take their respective seats. I set a pile of boxes by each of them. "Since you can't be nice, you'll sit here, in silence, and pack the strawberries" I say, picking op the crat and setting in the middle of the table. "I won't be helping, so get to work" They sit and stare at me for a second. "Now!" I snout, crossing my arms.

They rush to it. I stand there, watching. As they pack, I count them, I'm not going easy. Parker's about to wrap it op a packet when I reach over and stop him. "You got it wrong, recount them" I say, and smack the packet on the side and the strawberries roll across the table. Parker stares op at me again, anger and fear both clear in his eyes. "I said, recount them. Now" I scowl. Liam got the first one right. At least that one can count. As Liam goes to the second one, He screws op. I pull it away and dump them out. "You're off by more than 10, can you not count?" "I c-can" He mumbles. "Then get it right" I grunt. I don't think it's that hard, but a lot of people mess op under pressure. These two especial. More people come by, Will, Grover, Meg and of course the Stoll brothers. I don't see Jason, but Will's there more often now. Probably coming with Jason's. Understandable so, he doesn't like when I make a scene on his behalf. (Even though he does it all the time) I stand there, watching. Soon enough a group is finished, Grover's group. "Would you mind finishing theirs? they can't seem to play nice" It's not really a question, they have to go where I need them. So, they agree and head off to their part of the field. I' not sure if I should make them do it all alone, or let the others help. I knock over the packet Parker's sitting with. "Wrong, recount" I say. Parker's gone red in the face, realizing that I'm not kidding around. I'll happily have them here all evening. Liam's going more slowly and getting the right amount. The next group to finish, is Will's. Jason is standing at the back of group, not wanting to look at them, or maybe he doesn't wanna look at me. I think for a second. "You're free to either help the other or leave" I say. "Don't you want help with packing them?" Will asks. "No, No I don't. They'll be fine" I grunt. The rest of group go to leave, but I stop Jason. They owe him an apology.

"I think you two owe him quite an apology" I say, gasping Jason's hand tightly. I can hear him breathing, I normally can't. I know he only wants to run off and let these two mind themselves. But that's not how I work with people with this. They glance op, both mumbling a quick sorry. Jason nods and goes to leave but I hold him fast. "That is not an apology, speak op and look at him" I demand. Liam looks op. "I'm sorry Jason, it wasn't okay, I wasn't thinking about it" Liam mutters. "Thanks" Jason murmurs, shifting until he's standing flush against my side. "You weren't thinking" "I wasn't thinking" Liam repeats. "Parker?" I ask. "You got something to say?" I press. Parker looks op at me. Focusing on me instead of him. "Sorry, I was wrong" He says. "Don't talk to him, talk to me" Jason grumbles. I hold back a smile. There's he is, good. Parker focuses on Jason "I'm sorry, I was wrong" Parker repeats. "Thanks" Jason answers. I let go of his hand, signaling that he can go. Before he does, he grabs my jaw. Plating a kiss on my cheek. A small, I might look cross with you, but I'm not. He walks off, leaving me with them. I'll see him later. I smile, I guess it's rather curl of me, to be enjoying this. But I grew op with a lot of people like them, and now I have to do something about. So I have to, for the other people who grew op with people like this and couldn't go anything about it. I'm ready to stir op some trouble. They go about packing more packets. I slap a wrongly counted box out of Parker's hand. "Come on now! Get it right" I grunt. "It's 50, not 45 or 54. 50" I say. Parker sighs and starts counting again. The Stoll brothers come by with their groups last basket. "Alright" I wave them. "We don't have to help?" "No, we're good, go ahead and leave" I mutter, keeping my eyes on boys packing the strawberries. The run off with wide smiles on their faces. It's not often he get out of packing the strawberries.

The longer we go on. I start banging on table to let them know they strewed op. If they're one off, I bang my fit on the able on their side. More people drop off their last strawberries, and I get them to leave, which all of them are overjoyed to hear. We stand there for hours. They complain and ask how I can do this. But I stand firm. They're doing this, and I wil not weaver. Chiron stops by, waiting to see what's going on. I explain and he leaves them to me. Only telling me to get them back before curfew. Two hours before curfew, they finish. They're moaning and groaning as the I send the tuck off. I get a late dinner, normally you don't get dinner if you don't make it. But if it's because you're in charge of something for them, you get late dinner. I eat then head back to my cabin. I wanted to see Jason, to hold him, but it's too late. So I just decide to head to bed. I yawn, opening the door. I close it without looking, then blink my eyes open. I jump back, throwing the door back open behind me. My heart races, I can't see properly. I slap my hand over the light switch, the light flicking to life. "Easy, it's just me" It's Jason. He's sitting on my bed, waiting for me. I shiver and close the door. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I heave and close the door behind me again. "I wanted to give you a little thank you for sticking op for me" Jason makes his way to me very quickly, slinging his arms around my middle. "It's alright, you don't-" Jason cuts me off with the press of his lips on mine. I muffle a surprised noise into his lips. I freeze op my arms out like I was going to grab something. My mouth falls open slackly, more surprise then invitation. I slowly place my hands on his hip, relaxing into the familiar feeling. He pulls back, smiling. "Have to do anything..." I finish. I smile. We tumble into bed, we get undressed and cuddle op in bed. As Jason snuggles into my hair, he whispers. "You didn't have to do that" I wrap my arms around his hips. "Yes I did" I whisper back in the darkness. I pull him closer, resting my head against his chest. "You didn't" he kisses the top of my head. I shuffle until I can see his face. "Yes, I did. I love" I murmur, leaning in and closer a light kiss on his lips. "I love you two"

"But you didn't have to"

"Shut op I'm too tired to argue"

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