Solangelo Royalty AU DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS UNLESS SAID OTHERWISE. ALL BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN. Prince Nico di Angelo is betrothed. He didn't know about it until his sixteenth birthday and they immediately want him to become acquainted with this so called king. Obviously this isn't something he wants to do, much less marry him. But as we should all know, things don't always go as planned.

(Will have, angst, fluff, and smut. I take all requests) This is a Solangelo One-Shot book! I'll be doing headcanons I see online, but if you have your own head canon idea you want to see come to life, please tell me! I most definitely take requests!

A series of imagines with your favorite PJO/HOO characters. Requests are closed.

Beware, my demigod! Prepare yourself to grin from ear to ear, but also shed tears out of grief. Keep a box of tissues near you before you begin your adventure, reading this feels-inducing book! Go on to continue your journey into the world of Percy Jackson, demigod. Camp Half-Blood awaits your arrival. Note: these one-shots are not spoiler-free. Read at your own risk. CopyRight 2015 © All rights reserved to @ohmyolympus These one shots in my book are mine that I created. Cover art by minuiko! achievements: - ranked #625 in fanfiction - ranked #1 in drabbles - ranked #1 in LeoValdez

"𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬?" "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰." "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠." Telemachus is lonely. His mother is always in her room hiding from the suitors, his father has been off at sea since he was born, and the suitors try to kill him any chance they're given. It's rough. But then he meets a girl who understands him, who listens. And in spite of himself, he falls in love with her. ...does she feel the same? my friend said theres not enough telemachus x reader so i took it upon myself to write her some teehee

"But now-now Telemachus is here. His hand doesn't grip, doesn't force. It hovers by your cheek, his touch so light it barely brushes your skin, as though even that might be too much. He waits, his breath shallow and steady, as though the world might come crashing down if he moves too soon. There's no pressure, no force, only the quiet assurance that this moment belongs to you and no one else. The contrast is stark, a chasm between what was and what is, and it makes your chest ache with a strange, bittersweet relief. You look at him, truly look at him, and all you see is patience and care. His expression is open, unguarded, as though he's laid himself bare before you." --- Or, where you share your wedding night with Telemachus. (This oneshot is part of the 'Amaranthine' universe, but it is not required to read it - it just adds context.)

╰┈➤𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓━━ ❝I gave my first kiss to a coin.❞ 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: virgin!telemachus x fem!virgin!brothel worker!reader 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit ( oral f. receiving only / mutual virginity / heavy fanservice / soft dominance ) 𝐚/𝐧: y'all i don't know why but i've been SO embarrassed about this lil fic just sitting in my docs 😭😭 like i fully forgot i'm grown (20) and can post what i want??? even then i guess it's just the lil-nerd in me who just giggles/squirms when faced with my own smut 💀💀 but yeah this is a oneshot that started as a silly thought (aka virgin!telemachus with virgin!reader and then turned into a whole thing and now i'm in love with telemachus and maybe crying a little?? anyway. pls enjoy this soft, heated, reverent mess of a fic. (also someone come get Peisistratus for being a menace) 💀🩷✨✨ idk might do part 2 if i can get over this block 😭😭 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: [6.2k] | © 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒙𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚_𝒊𝒊 |

Peace has finally returned to Ithaca, and with it, a new beginning. Y/N, once a girl living in silence and fear, now stands loved, protected, and cherished by the island's prince-Telemachus. When he asks her to be his wife, she believes her past can no longer reach her. But shadows have long memories. As wedding plans unfold under Penelope's gentle care and Odysseus's teasing watch, a surprise visit from Y/N's parents awakens old wounds-wounds she hoped were gone forever. Terrified of ruining the happiness she's found, she hides the truth from the family that has become her home. Yet Ithaca protects its own. With Athena's quiet guidance, Telemachus's unwavering love, and Penelope and Odysseus determined to keep her safe, Y/N must confront the people who broke her-and finally choose herself. From whispered promises beneath olive trees to the ceremony that binds two hearts, The Vows of Ithaca is a story of healing, courage, found family, and a love strong enough to rewrite destiny.

"You were a princess. A princess behaves. So, you pressed your lips together until they were thin and pale, nodded stiffly, and let the weight of his words settle over you. Still, as the servants poured more wine and the conversation turned to other matters, you couldn't stop your mind from wandering. Somewhere across the sea, a boy you'd never met was being told that you would be his bride. Was he just as disgusted? Just as helpless? Or was he laughing with excitement, eager for the day when he could claim his prize? The thought made your cheeks burn with something that wasn't quite anger, wasn't quite embarrassment. Whatever it was, you didn't like it." --- Or, where you are betrothed to Prince Telemachus of Ithaca.

You blink, your brain taking a second too long to process it. "She drugged you?" His golden eyes flick to yours, sharp, something almost dangerous sparking behind them. He huffs a laugh, dry, strained, like he's hanging on by a thread. "She called it a 'gift,'" he mutters, rolling his shoulders. "Said I was taking too long to make a move." His breath hitches, his chest rising and falling too quickly as his gaze drops-trailing over you like he can't help it, like he's starving and you're the only thing that could ever satisfy him. "So..." His fingers twitch again, and when he looks back up, his pupils are so blown out that the gold is nothing but a thin ring around the black. "This is me. Trying to be good." His jaw flexes. His breath is shaky." --- Or, Hermes takes an aphrodisiac from Aphrodite and neither you or Hermes can help yourselves with the consequences. [Cross-posted on Wattpad: @tomialshrike-]