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wutheringcaterpillar · 4 months

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A Lesson Learnt

Summary: After dressing provocatively to the golden globes much to Cillian’s surprise. He becomes immensely irritated with how you’re acting, flirting with other men and having no public decency, leaving him no other choice than to put you in your place.

Warnings: daddy!kink, degradation, jealousy, Cillian is single in this with no kids, you’re his adopted daughter, brat!reader, smut a tremendous amount of smut, dumbification, ass slapping, age gap (reader is twenty one, cillian is 48)

sidenote- i may have gotten a bit carried away but seriously it’s a lot of smut. I am not an Yvonne hating person and respect his family. This is purely fiction and has no relation to Cillian’s real life. Don’t like the warnings, don’t read this.

There you were, standing there in a black skin tight dress that hugged your sides quite firmly, complimenting your hips. Your father stood there hand at his hip completely astounded, apalled that you would wear such a revealing outfit to such a prestigious event, if he were to take a guess you were taking a note from the book of Kylie Jenner.

Meeting his gaze, his eyes protruded dominance, his once baby blues eyes turning into a devilish shade of the cavernous ocean as he watched you walk down the stairs toward him.

Diamonds covered the top of your dress, curving elegantly over your revealing cleavage, just hardly holding them in place.

Greeting the security guard who attempted to look anywhere but you, Cillian leaned up from the wall, holding out his hand for you to take like the gentleman that he always was.

“What the fuck are yuh wearing? This is an award show not a fucking playboy mansion.” You rolled your eyes and walked with him hand in hand to your designated table.

During the evening waiting on nominees and winners, he couldn’t help but notice the glances and innapropriate exchanges you had been making with Leonardo DiCaprio, it fueld his anger even more, knowing you were in this man’s age range of women.

Taking a cherry off of your desert, you popped it in your mouth, seductively tying the stem in a knot never breaking eye contact with Leo, whom was focused on your cherry red lips, imagining what they’d feel like wrapped around his cock.

Cillian had enough of this, he knew what you were up to, a not so poor attempt at getting under his skin. Clenching his jaw, he balled his fists under the table, when he locked eyes with Leo the man looked away, still smirking at the idea of all the positions he could have you in tonight.

Attempting to keep his composure, you felt his hand latch onto your thigh harshly, his knuckles turning white. You held back a yelp from the sudden pain, just barely keeping your knee from hitting the table. Turning to him with a playful grin, you raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong daddy? Can’t a girl have some fun?” He leaned ever so close, his lips just barely touching your ear, whispering in a harsh tone for nobody to hear.

“This is a televised show, I don’t need you flaunting yourself and acting like a whore for everyone to see. Cut the shit before I do for ya” Someone was feisty, just as you had planned.

Cillian believed the problem to be your lack in parents growing up, no discipline whatsoever, and he was guilty for giving you anything you ever asked for, now he was reaping the consequences.

“And the winner is Cillian Murphy!” As he took the stage and began giving his speech, his tongue lapped over his teeth in irritation when he noticed instead of listening to him, you were biting down on your bottom plump lip, before sucking the chocolate syrup of your dessert off of your finger, never once breaking eye contact with Leo.

He stayed composed finishing his speech, trying to not even look at you and your slutty shenanigans.

He didn��t talk to you the rest of the night until you were back at the hotel.

“What da fuck was dat eh? Did you even care about how long I waited for this moment or were you too lovestruck by a man nearly three times your age. You hurt me tonight Y/N.” Kicking off your heels, you approached him like a lion approaches its prey but in a teasing way, a clear note of sarcasm in your voice.

“Sounds to me like daddy’s jealous.” You batted your eyelashes innocently at him, pouting, mocking him with his emotions.

“Enough!” The back of his hand intertwined with the strands of your hair instantly, you let out a yelp, lips quivering in pain.

“You want to act like a whore, I’ll treat ya like a fuckin whore.” He bent you over the dresser aggressively, your chest slamming against the wooden surface nearly taking the breath out of you.

His chest heaved rapidly, adrenaline rushing through his blood when he lifted your dress, seeing the black laced thong that was barely even covering your asshole.

Scoffing, he moved the thin, soaked fabric to the side, only to reveal your little hole dripping, he could swear he could see a small heartbeat atop your clit.

“Well, well would you look at that?” His hand slapped your folds, your slick painting your thighs from how wet you were. You squirmed underneath him in a desperate attempt to crawl out from underneath his arm.

A stinging pain shot up your back when his hand collided with the fragile skin of your ass.

“Daddy!” Cillian shook his head, pulling your hair back, his hand wrapping around your throat in a deathly grip.

“Don’t you daddy me. Do I sound like I’m fucking around Y/N?” His fingers slid into your dripping core effortlessly. Your mouth dropped open from the sudden intrusion, the feeling of his thick fingers filling you causing you to moan desperately, needing more.

His fingertips curled up inside of you, making you gasp in pleasure. Your juices coated him instantly, it was pathetic to him how needy and impatient you were. “Be. Patient? Understand?” You moaned a yes, pushing yourself back against his fingers, grinding your pussy down the entirety of his lengthy fingers. He rolled his eyes in annoyance with you getting far too much enjoyment out of this. When he removed his fingers you whined, and he wasn’t having it, sending another sharp slap to your ass, stoping your crying immediately.

Unbuckling his pants with his other hand, his thick length slapped against your wetness, resting in-between your folds, sliding it up and down agonizingly slow. You released a whine, the anticipation getting the best of you.

“Please. The worst punishment you ever gave me was taking my phone away for a weekend in high school. You’re not going to- Ah!” He plunged his cock full throttle into your tight walls, causing your body to tense from the pain.

Flipping you over, his hands held your wrists at both sides of your head, his nails digging into your skin rather violently, surely to leave marks.

“What’s da matter? Daddy’s cock making yuh too dumb to speak?” At this point your boobs had fallen out of your dress, like Cillian expected them too.

Your round globe-like nipples hardening from how turned on you were in that very moment.

“Pl-please daddy I-“ Grabbing his tie, he shoved it in your mouth, shutting you up.

“Do yuh want the fuckin neighbors to here? Are yuh going to bed a good girl for once in yer life?” You nodded up at him with pleading eyes.

His hands released your wrists, grazing over your thighs, holding them tightly as he fucked you mercilessly. The sight of your tits bouncing up and down consumed him. He couldn’t resist from latching his lips around them, biting down on one of them, making you release a desperate, muffled moan.

He’s pumping in and out of you at vigorous rate as your hands glided to the sides of the dresser, holding onto them for dear life.

Sweat began to form on Cillian’s pale skin, as he watched his cock disappear in your luxurious, dripping hole. The sight sending him into overdrive.

Ripping the tie out of your mouth, he lifted you up, slamming you up against the wall.

“Lucky I’m even fucking you with whadda fuckin brat you’ve been. That all it takes is my cock for you to behave?” Your hands searched every inch of his back, pushing his jacket off, undoing the buttons frantically.

You pressed your boobs up against his chest as he drilled into you, the feeling of being so full, so completely fucked out taking over you.

The sweat causing your mascara to run down your cheeks in a beautiful, fucked out mess.

The sight of you so needy for him, so quickly submissive to his every demand turned him on immensely. He watched you with deep intent, paying close attention to every single facial expression with such precision.

He could tell you were close from the way your thighs were twitching around his waist.

Turning you around to face the mirror while his back was toward it, he wanted you to see how desperate you looked, how well you were taking his cock and how he was capable of taking complete control of you.

“Go on sweetheart, do what you do best and cum on my cock. Go on with da slut you are. My good little slut.” The way he spoke with such dialect, his voice as smooth was the wind in a warm summer day had you clenching around his length hard. Moaning and groaning loud enough for the whole hotel to hear.

“Daddy, daddy I- I’m gonna-“

“Cum on my cock, darling. Show daddy how well he treats his princess.”

Your body convulsed as you crumbled in his arms, losing yourself, fully releasing your hot slick all over his magnificent cock.

Cillian kept going, holding you up with a single hand while the other moved your chin up, forcing you to look at him with your fucked out eyes that were just rolling back down from the back of your head.

“Should I come in you? I’m not sure if you deserve it? You were such a bad girl tonight?” You nodded frantically, still hardly able to form words, feeling like you could potentially pass out from the over stimulation of his cock still hitting that sweet spot.

“Pl-please. I’ll be good. No- no more flirting.” His eyebrows raised, his lips curving into a smile, satisfied with your response before he released himself, painting your insides with his seed as his moans filled the room.

When he let you down, you would’ve fell to the ground if it weren’t for his arms catching you, helping you up onto the bed, tucking you in gently.

“Have you been taking your pill?” He asked, caressing the side of your face with such care.

You nodded sleepily, making him smile softly at the sight of his sweet little girl. You may have drove him crazy at times, but with a little guidance he knew you’d straighten out. Seeing his cum drip out of you, he pushed it back in, making you moan tiredly.

“I have to go and do the closing photos. I’ll be back soon.” He kissed you on the forehead, already sound asleep like the angel you were.

When he took the photos, he didn’t seem to notice how his collar was disheveled, not neat like it was during his speech, but he hadn’t cared.

When his assistant had pointed it out and offered to fix it, he waved her off kindly, repeating the fact he did not care, he just wanted tonight and this award show event to be over.

It was a small reminder to him of how much you needed him in every, aching way.

#Cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy x you #Reader insert #Cillian murphy imagine #ranaewrites

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opossumloverr · 11 months

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✪ RAPHAEL HAMATO DATING HEADCANONS ✪

Summary:

Just some silly lil headcanons to start of the summa❗️🫶🏾

Warning(s):

None! all fluff up in here

A/N:

OKAY GUYS ITS SUMMER VAYCAY, IM BACK AND HAVE NOTHING TO DO FOR 75 DAYS, IM A FREE MAN, SO LET'S START IT OFF WITH MY FAVORITE BOY (Gender-neutral reader!)

I would like to start by saying this man loves you very much and would drop almost anything for you

You need help with a school project? Big red is on his way, you don't know what shoes will match the outfit you picked, oh what a coincidence! he just so happens to have a matching pair of shoes that fits you perfectly, you just want cuddles? lock and loaded baby, come at him

I think I can speak for everyone when I say we all need a Raph in our lives

He protects you from his brother's teasing, even if it's just playing or goofing, he is NOT taking any chances.

He loves to scoop you up randomly, you'll get used to it don't worry

Very cautious when picking you up though, doesn't want his spikes to hurt you, he will feel mad guilty if he was the one who caused you even a little bit of pain, even if it wasn't attentional (please comfort the man)

Appreciates the little moments he shares with you, oh my gosh I actually have the perfect scenario, just imagine...

After a long day full of fun cahoots and mysterious adventures, you two finally decided to go home, you usually go your separate ways after a day like this one, but it was rather late at night, and New York lets the creeps roam at this time, so he offered to ride the subway train with you, even though you were a bit hesitant but agreed cause there's no way your gonna allow yourself to get mugged in the middle of the night and like I said it was late at night so the subway cart that you guys were on was empty, he did wear a Hoodie and mask, just in case, the ride was silent, no noises but the constant screeching of the train tracks, but other than that it was just comfortable silence, Raph was lost in his thoughts, thinking about how the next day will be and how it will end, will it be a good or bad day? or something in the middle; what's the meaning of life? and what happens after death? Where does your soul go to, to heaven? or is it just pitch black forever, will today be his last day-- suddenly, he felt a lightweight on his shoulder, the thoughts that were coming in like a rapid wave started to smooth down to a calm stream of water, he glanced down at your sleeping figure, apparently you thought it was a perfect time to take a quick power nap, how cute! he coos softly at you, loving how you're so comfortable and calm around him. god, he loves you so much ♡,

"I promise I will always be here when you need me, you're my everything, sweetie"

Sorry guys I just felt a little kooky at the moment

If you like to play fight he's totally down, doesn't fight too hard obviously, and lets you win all the time, what a gentleman

He'll hold doors open for you, push your seat out, and then push it back in, hell, he would even do that thing where a guy puts his coat on a puddle so the lady could walk through it even though she's fully capable of walking around it

Takes so many pics of you and him at places, and has a particular folder on his phone with pictures of you guys

When it's family game night or movie night, he always invites you, you are practically a part of the family so why not? (The others don't mind)

It's so common to find you in the lair with how much you go down there on a daily basis

Yall have to do lovely dovey things in a private area cause of his brothers (mostly Leo, his bitchass) constantly changing the mood

Likes it when you watch him workout, it motivates him so much, sometimes he uses you as a weight

Loves to give you piggyback rides for some reason

He likes pickles, LISTEN LISTEN, if you don't like pickles in your burger you'll pick them out and give it to him cause you know he loves em (THE OLIVE THEORY ♡)

I GOT SOO MUCH MORE BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH I LOBE HIM BUT ILL KEEP IT INSIDE, FOR NOW, CAUSE ITS 5:08 AM RN 💀 sorry for being dead for 5 months, AGIAN, but imma be back on my grind now 🙏🏾 and I'll try to complete all of my 15 drafts 😓 and if you see any grammar mistakes, no you didn't.

#rottmnt #x reader #raphael rottmnt #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt x reader

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fanfic-inator795 · 2 years

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The Future is Saved... So what does it hold for the Hamato-Jitsu fam now?

Here are my thoughts/headcanons:

Raph - The Greatest Hero New York’s Ever Known! Yes, Raph is still very much the Red Angel of Preventing Harm (though he may or may not change up his superhero outfit). Although there are no more huge threats to face for the most part, Raph is the only one of the fam who does the hero thing full-time, keeping the streets of NYC safe and helping out the little guy.

Outside of heroics, however, when he’s not on patrol, training or spending time with his fam, Raph is down in the Hidden City, helping out at (or possibly even being the head of) an orphanage, since I feel like Raph would want a job working with kids, helping them build confidence and feel safe ^v^

Leo - The World’s Greatest Ninja! While he - like most of his fam - only a part-time hero, Leo still puts his ninjutsu and strategic skills to good use whenever an old villain or a new threat rears its head. While Raph may have the reputation amongst NYC’s criminals of being hard-hitting and ever-determined, Leo has the reputation of being the one you never see coming. I could also see him being a Battle Nexus Champ if the Nexus ever became less deadly and more sport-like.

Leo also uses his status as a ninja master to be a true sensei and teach young students martial arts at his own dojo, having discovered a love for teaching and even training after gaining more confidence (GENUINE confidence, not cockiness or ego) in himself and his abilities/skills. Like Raph, he really just wants to help other kids so they don’t have to go through the same mistakes and harsh lessons he did as a kid.

Donnie - World Renowned Genius. Donnie’s future is the one that changes the least from the apocalypse version. Whether he’s making Kraang-destroying weapons or gadgets that improve humanity, he’s eventually able to create his Don-Tech company. He, naturally, becomes less of an edge-lord as he grows older (though he does still have a teeny bit of an ego) and just wants to use his tech to genuinely improve life and help people.

I also wanna bring back his love for botany that got cut from the series - I imagine he spends his weekends either holding himself up in his greenhouse (even he needs a break from tech sometimes) or reading various books at the Mystic Library.

Mikey - The Mystic Warrior/Ambassador and one of the BEST creatives around! With no Kraang to fight, Mikey’s quest for peace takes more of a diplomatic approach where he tries to act as an ambassador for both NYC and the Hidden City in the hopes of reuniting the two realms. Thankfully, his impressively strong mystic abilities and hero status + his kind heart have earned him a TON of respect from the Yokai.

Mikey also sometimes trains with Draxum, both to continue honing his mystic skills in case of emergencies and to spend time with his creator/Dad #2. When he’s not training, he’s cooking at Run of the Mill (though he still hopes to open his own restaurant eventually when he’s not so busy) or submitting new art pieces to various museums (he’s already sold several pieces). I also imagine him traveling the country/world whenever he’s craving new inspiration.

April - Top Reporter and Newscaster at Channel 6. Of course April accomplishes her journalism dreams! She even ends up getting a couple Pulitzer's eventually, being someone who’s known for being determined and unafraid when it comes to finding the root of a story. She’s also married with a wife (whether it’s Sunita, Cassandra or someone else, you decide) and possibly has a couple kids. Definitely has a cat and/or a dog, at least.

Splinter - Proud Dad till the very end. While he doesn’t die on the battlefield in this future, instead passing away previously in his sleep, I feel like he still dies when the Turtles are relatively young - likely their early 30s, mid-30s if they’re lucky. Prior to that, he encouraged his kids and supported each of their dreams and careers, being there for all their big moments - and STILL being there in a way, watching them from the spirit realm alongside the other Hamato ancestors.

Aaaand those are my thoughts! Let me know what you guys think and if you have any future headcanons for the boys + April and Splints.

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #headcanons

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rainbow-filmnerd · 2 years

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TMNT 2012 characters in Halloween costumes

Happy Halloween everyone! To celebrate, I decided to share my vision of what costumes some of the TMNT 2012 characters would wear for Halloween. This would also be set after Trick or Treat Tussle, the Halloween themed video game that had Leo as Captain Ryan, Donnie as what I believe is a troubadour (Mickey Mouse Three Musketeers reference anyone), Mikey as SpongeBob, April as a ninja turtle, and Raph as the famous fairy princess.

So, this is what I got!

Leonardo as a masked warrior/swordsman (inspired by our lovely blue dragon warrior here)

This was one costume idea I struggled with the most, but I ultimately decided on this remembering Shin-Ah from Yona of the Dawn. I just think it'd be cool to see Leo dress up in something related to his combat skills while still looking like a badass/dork. Complete with a bathrobe, some of his usual gear, and a paper mache mask, Leo is ready for Halloween.

Donatello as a scientist

This was one of the first ideas I had for Donnie, and I feel as though it's perfect. The overall inspiration is from Donnie's design in tigerfog's 2003 fan comic, NMT Gaiden. I just really liked the eyepiece Don wore, complete with a lab coat. Add in some protect gloves and liquid filled bombs (filled with dyed water and soda!) to the equation, and you get Donnie's costume.

Raphael as a body builder (inspired by Doug from 50 First Dates)

What's funnier than Raph deciding to dress as a strongman? Raph dressing up like Sean Astin from 50 First Dates. The outfit itself is RIDICULOUS, but I do see Raph wearing that mesh shirt. 🤣 Add shorts, gloves, the red baseball cap, and yes, even sunglasses, and you get Raph as Doug Whitmore. Oh, and make sure he gets some Reese's in his treat or treat bag.

Michaelangelo as Ice Cream Kitty

For quite a while, I've been stuck on what costume Mikey would wear. Like... there are SO MANY GOOD IDEAS. I turned to Instagram and asked peeps for suggestions. I chose his favorite ice cream cat, because he'd go all out with face/body paint, the classic cat ears, and even make a bowl to wear. I just think that's overall, a very Mikey costume that isn't a character from another existing franchise.

April as a simulacrum news reporter

The overall inspiration comes from BOTH a judge's costume I saw in Halloween Baking Championship (a ghostly news reporter) and that April in the 1987 series is a news reporter! I didn't want to go with the jumpsuit, so April would be wearing something a bit dressier like what female news reporters typically wear. I then thought she'd be a different creature as opposed to being a human news reporter. I settled with a simulacrum, or "frankenmonster", because the thought of April having the same mint green skin with scars like Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas is a good Halloween look (especially with her naturally gorgeous red hair),

Casey as a serial killer

Like in the Halloween arc, this is just an excuse for Casey to dress up in his usual vigilante gear. However, it's Halloween, so he has to be a bit more creative. So, Jones would whip out some older, dirtier, and wrecked gear like a broken mask, a baseball bat (taking a bit of inspo from Negan from Walking Dead), and red paint. Lots and LOTS of red paint.

Karai as a masked vampiress

I remembered a long time ago, someone compared Karai with her snake eyes/fangs to a vampire when her mutation first happened, and honestly, I can see it! That brought me to come up with this idea for Karai's costume. Imagine it being an old European/gothic look on her with a black dress with frills, a beautifully decorated black mask, and gloves. Safe to say that Shini has likely helped Karai pick out the right clothes for the look, and even do her hair and makeup.

Shinigami as a cat witch (inspired by Blair from Soul Eater)

This is one I just thought of as a fun idea. In Soul Eater, Blair is a recurring character who appears to be a witch girl with cat ears, but she's actually a real cat! Because Shini is a witch and cats are basically her spirit animal, it just makes sense for our underrated Foot Clan witch to go that costume route. Shini might as well be capable of casting a spell to give herself cat ears underneath a witch hat.

Slash as Raphael

This was just a cute idea that came to me. Slash wouldn't do much, but since he was Raph's owner before his mutation, I just thought it'd be sweet if Slash went as him for Halloween. All he really needs is a red mask and a giant pair of Sai.

Leatherhead as Frankenstein's monster

This one was from a suggestion by @fabuloustrash05 (out of a few options), but I think this one was the best fit for Leatherhead, because of the similarities between the two. He probably wouldn't be able to dress in costume, but that's why doing makeup is an option. I can see Mikey giving his gator friend some fake stitches/scars and neck bolts to make him the coolest franken-gator ever!

Mondo Gecko as an 80s rock star

The amount of times our skater gecko has this rocker guy personality, from using his skateboard as an air guitar and even his speech pattern, I just think this would be a fun costume idea for Mondo. Also would mentioning that his voice actor Robbie Rist is a musician.

Mona Lisa as Morticia Addams

This is something I borrowed from FabTrash, but for those who don't know, Sean Astin's father was Gomez in the live action Addams Family show from the mid 1960s. Since I didn't think to have Raph dress as Gomez, I'm making up for it by having his girlfriend Mona dress as the beautiful hag Morticia! Well, with just the iconic black dress and a bit of dark makeup. But just because Raph isn't Gomez in this list of characters in Halloween costumes doesn't mean he won't wear a Gomez costume for Mona.

Renet Tilley as Michelangelo

I always saw Renet as a big Ninja Turtles fanatic, and because her close bond with Mikey, it's beyond safe to say she likes him the most. I just think it's cute that Renet would wear a ninja turtle costume like April did in the Trick or Treat Tussle game, and she'd choose Mikey of course.

BONUS: Alex as a Dragon

I didn't want to leave out my Ally-boy on this. The idea was suggested by @xartisticmdx, so a dragon is the best one for Alex. He'd wear one of those pull-over masks with the mouth open that looks like a dragon's head and a tail to match. I would also think Mikey uses darker green body paint to give Alex scales, and even tape the wings and spine spikes onto his shell.

#tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #halloween 2022

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lovemeleo · 3 years

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you know when babies are jealous and don’t let their parents like kiss cause they’re clingy with one of them? just imagining Logan getting all pouty cause Asher won’t let him kiss Leo when he’s around or even cuddle him

This has been sitting in my ask box for soooo long! And I finally did it! I hope you enjoy, anon, because it was fun to write! These characters (except Asher) belong to the lovely @lumosinlove!

Here’s the link to the rest of the Asher Pascal series, if you haven’t read those yet!

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When you have a child, everyone warns you about the “Terrible Twos.” They warned about the rapid mood changes and the changes in their behaviors. But at no point in time did anybody tell them, “Hey, your son is probably going to get really possessive of everything and everyone around him.”

That would’ve been nice to know.

They had started teaching him about sharing, and he was normally pretty good about it. Shared toys with Harry when he went to the Potter house, offering some of his snacks to his dads or any various family members that happened to be nearby. Then out of nowhere, there would be something that was his.

Today, it was his dad’s hoodie.

“Mine.” Asher insisted, his hands on his hips as he stared defiantly up at his dad.

Remus sighed, “Ash. Bub. I need my hoodie, otherwise, I’m gonna be cold at the park.” Asher had managed to steal the hoodie he had planned to wear off his bed, pulling it on over his park outfit. Even through his exasperation, he had to admit the sight of his son pouting up at him, Remus’ hoodie covering him like a dress.

“What about this one, mon chou?” Sirius said, raising an eyebrow as he held out a smaller jersey hoodie. He had one for each of the guys on the team, but this was his favorite. It had a big number one on it, and you guessed it, ‘KNUT’ printed on the back.

Asher was quickly trying to pull the giant hoodie over his head, arms flailing as he got lost in it along the way. Remus was quick to save the day as he detangled his son, pressing a kiss to his forehead when his head finally appeared.

Giggling, Asher held his arms for his other dad as his own hoodie was slipped on, “My Le hoodie.” He sing-songed, wiggling happily as soon as it was on. They were meeting the Cubs at the park nearby their house today. Remus had texted Leo saying he needed to get Asher out of the house to tire him out, as he had been a ball of energy all week. Leo agreed, his boyfriends were the same way and as much as he loved them, he was close to bashing their heads together just to get some peace and quiet.

After grabbing Asher’s bag as well as the packed lunch they made for the six of them, they headed to the park, the little boy swinging happily from his dads’ hands as he stood between them. “You excited for the park, Ash?” Sirius asked

“Yep! ‘M gonna go swinging, and on the slide, and my Fish said that he would help me on the monkey bars!” Asher rambled through his plan, his dads nodding as they listened intently. Everyone always talked about how advanced his talking was, he started so early, but they just spoke to him normally, encouraging questions and any conversations Asher wanted to have.

Sirius couldn’t help the fond look that passed over his face as he looked at his perfect little family. If anyone had told eighteen-year-old Sirius that he’d be married with a son, he probably would’ve laughed in their face. But here he was.

As they got to the park, Asher let out a happy squeal before sprinting off, his eyes landing on the tall blonde, “Le!” He jumped into Leo’s arms, and of course, was quickly caught and spun around as he giggled madly. They had the routine down to a science.

“Ash!” Leo said with a grin, resting the giggling boy on his hip. “Nice hoodie you’ve got there.”

Logan ruffled the little boy’s hair, making him grin, “I might have to get one in my size.”

Asher was quickly nodding as he turned to face the other man, “Tremzy, we could be matching!” The older boy couldn’t help the fond smile that spread on his face as he watched Asher’s face light up.

“I’d love to match with you.” Logan said, tickling Asher’s side causing him to burst into a fury of giggles, hiding his face in Leo’s neck.

Wrapping an arm around Logan’s waist, Finn rested his chin over the shorter man’s shoulder, “You ready to master those monkey bars, little dude?”

Before he could even finish his sentence, Asher was wiggling out of Leo’s grip and grabbing Finn’s hand, quickly pulling him towards the monkey bars as fast as little feet would take him. The rest of them made their way to a picnic table nearby, setting down their things as they watched Finn hold Asher up so he could reach.

“He’s been talking about the monkey bars all week, and how his Fish was gonna teach him,” Sirius said, watching his son fondly as he swung carefully. Finn held him gently, ready to catch him if he let go.

Logan grinned, resting his head on Leo’s shoulder, “Finn too. Though we were all excited. With this week off of practice, I think we all got a bit of cabin fever, so it’s nice to get out of the house.”

“Well, Tremz, y’know you don’t have to stay in your house just cause we don’t have practice, right? You are very much allowed to go into the outside world.” Sirius teased, leaning his elbows onto the table.

Smirking, Logan leaned forward, “I’m well aware of that, Cap, but we had other plans in mind that didn’t require leaving the house.”

Sirius groaned, pushing at the younger man’s face, “Non! Pas d'arrêt... That’s gross. You’re like my brother and that’s gross. I don’t want to hear about all your sexual encounters.” Logan let out a loud laugh as his boyfriend hid his face in his hands, though they couldn’t hide the bright red of his cheeks.

“Ahhh, Nutter Butter, are you blushing?” Logan smirked, poking at the sneaky dimple that peaked out from Leo’s hands.

Leo gave him a dirty look, “Fuck off.” He said, sticking his tongue out as he tried to hide the blush that covered his face. Logan couldn’t help the fond smile, leaning over to press a kiss to Leo’s cheek.

“You’re fucking cute.”

Before Leo could reply, a dramatic gasp came from the direction of the monkey bars. Turning around, they saw Asher gesturing for Finn to let him down before he was running towards the table. He was yelling something but they weren’t sure what until he got closer.

“He’s mine!” Asher chanted, quickly running up to the table and trying to push in between Logan and Leo. Finn tried to hide his laughter behind his hand as he followed after him at a much more leisurely pace.

Asher quickly squished his way in between them, pointing a finger at Logan, “Tremzy, no! Mine!” He said before making his way into Leo’s lap. Sirius was trying (and failing) to hide his laughter as he leaned into Remus, his face hidden in his fiance’s shoulder.

Ever the mature one in his relationship, Remus bit back his own laughter to look at his son, “Ash, sweetheart. Remember what we talked about?”

Pouting as he looked up at his dad, Asher leaned into Leo’s chest, “You said I’m not s’posed to claim people ‘cause you can’t own them… But he’s my Le! A-And Tremzy was kissing him!” He said, sounding scandalized as he peeked over at Logan.

“You’re gonna have to share though, because he’s also Logan and Finn’s Le. And they’re being very nice and sharing him with you.” Remus explained, trying not to break and just give Leo to his son as he was met with the puppy dog eyes.

He didn’t know what he expected, their son was sort of unpredictable so Sirius couldn’t help but jump as Asher burst into tears, hiding his face in Leo’s chest, “B-but I love him!”

Leo’s eyes got wide as he gently rubbed over Asher’s back, “Whoa, hey mon chou, don’t cry. It’s alright! You’re allowed to love more than one person. And just because I love Logan and Finn, doesn’t mean I can’t love you too! I’ve got a lot of love to give, I’m a pretty big guy, y’know?”

Sniffling softly, Asher looked up at him, “Love me too? And Tremz and Fish?”

“Of course. I love you all very very much.” Leo said quietly, using his sleeve to gently wipe the tears from Asher’s cheek.

Logan bit his lip nervously as he watched the interaction. He hadn’t meant to make Asher cry and hated seeing the little boy upset. He loved the kid to death, and the thought of him hating Logan broke his heart a bit. Finn reached over to him, intertwining their fingers together as he gave him a gentle smile.

Fiddling with the bottom of Leo’s sweater, Asher let out a soft hiccup as he looked up at Logan, “‘m sorry I yelled at you, Tremzy. C-Can we all share Le?” He asked.

“Of course, bud. I’m always down to share with you.” Logan replied quickly, his fingers moving to brush Asher’s curls from his face. It felt like a weight was lifted off his chest as a small smile spread across the little boy’s face.

“Do you wanna go to the swings?” Leo asked, his hand still rubbing calming circles into Asher’s back.

Logan stood up, stretching his legs before reaching for Asher, “C’mon, we’ll see who can go higher.” Reaching up, Asher quickly nuzzled into Logan’s arms as he nodded. Leo followed after them, Asher’s happy chatter already picking back up.

“Well, that was absolutely terrifying,” Finn muttered, leaning onto the table as he watched his boyfriends go.

Sirius chuckled, patting him on the shoulder, “They’re fine, Harzy. The crisis was averted fairly well, I’d say.” Remus couldn’t help but nod in agreement.

“Honestly that could’ve gone way worse... You’ll be good dads one day.” He said with a soft smile.

Finn couldn’t help the fond smile that grew on his face as he watched Logan swinging next to Asher, Leo pushing the little boy as they laughed.

“One day.”

#asher pascal #coops #o’knutzy #ask box #anon ask #anon prompt #lumosinlove sweater weather #lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove #coast to coast #sweater weather #leo knut #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #fic #fic writing

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winryofresembool · 3 years

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Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 33

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary: What happens after Leo returns? (At Waystation, pt 1234)

A/N: What is this? A new chapter? I know I probably apologize too much but still, sorry for the long wait! Writer's block is not fun, you guys. It seems that I'm getting more and more insecure about where I should take this story by each chapter, but I did get a couple of encouraging comments while I was writing it and they motivated me to keep going! Extra special shoutout to my bff Cris(sy) for both recommending me the song that eventually helped this chapter to be born, and also helping me edit yesterday because I certainly wouldn't be posting this right now without you. (((((((((huug))))))))))

Disclaimer: The song New Year's Day obviously belongs to Taylor Swift and I definitely recommend listening to it while reading this chapter (specifically the scene where it's mentioned).

Words: 3300+

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: none

previous chapter / AO3

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Leo stayed at the park for a while longer, but eventually he knew he had to return to Waystation. The talk with Piper had made him feel a bit better, but he was still worried about how Calypso would react to his meltdown. In his opinion, she had every right to be mad. He would have to explain his behavior, but how? That was the big question.

It was already well past noon when Leo showed up at Waystation again. The building was surprisingly quiet when he entered, hoping the others were looking for him. Usually Georgina was all over the place around this time, sugar high from the chocolate she had eaten and making a mess with her new presents. Luckily, once he had removed his coat and his hat, he started hearing some clunking from the kitchen, indicating someone was there.

Instead of just bursting into the kitchen and announcing that he had returned, he stopped to watch by the doorway. Only Calypso and Georgina were in there, the younger girl chatting enthusiastically while the older one was instructing her with baking. They were standing with their backs towards the door so they couldn’t see Leo. The smell that was coming from the oven somehow felt very familiar… something he associated with Calypso. It wasn’t until she bowed down to take something out of the oven that he realized what it was. The cookies smelled the same as the cake Calypso had baked a few times at their flat, and the shampoo she used: cinnamon-y.

“Look, Georgina!” Calypso showed her the cookies. “These ended up pretty good.” It sounded like she was hesitating a bit before she continued: “Hopefully your brother will like them as well.”

“Oh, he will, Calie! He’d probably like anything you do!” Georgina noted in the straightforward style she was used to.

“But I didn’t make these alone,” Calypso reminded her. “I had a good helper.” She put the oven pan on the table and reached to ruffle the top of Georgina’s hair a bit.

“Where do you think he went, anyway?” Georgina asked. Leo wasn’t sure if he just imagined it but to him she sounded pretty worried. “I’ve not seen him that way often…”

Calypso sounded pretty cautious when she answered. “I’m sure he will be back soon. He must be tired because he’s been working a lot lately and that’s why he’s a bit on the edge… but he wouldn’t want to miss your gingerbread cookies. Hey, what color should we use to decorate these?” She turned Georgina’s focus back to the cookies again. “Do you think pink would be cute?”

“No, I want all the different colors! Blue, red, purple, green, yellow…” Georgina started listing all the colors that she could remember.

“I don’t think we have that many food color bottles here,” Calypso pointed out with amusement. “But you know, we can try to mix some together!”

“That sounds great! Hey, is pink your favorite color?” The girl asked suddenly.

“Hah, what gives me away?” Calypso chuckled. Even the apron she was currently wearing happened to be pink, although Leo knew that was probably purely coincidental because she was using one of Emmie’s aprons.

“You’re always wearing something pink and you even wanted pink gingerbread cookies,” Georgina noted while she started mixing the sugar frosting very eagerly.

“You’re a smart one, aren’t you?” Calypso teased. “I do really like pink, though. I don’t know. Maybe it reminds me of the sunsets back in my childhood home… But lately I’ve noticed that I have quite a lot of red things in my wardrobe too. But what about you? What’s your favorite color?”

Georgina gave Calypso a long and colorful answer, which Leo only half listened to. He started thinking about Calypso’s statement. He wasn’t completely dense; he had noticed that Calypso had often picked those outfits that he may have complimented at some point. But could it be that she had even started using more red because of him? Nah, he shook his head, that was a selfish way of thinking. Her outfit choices were probably purely coincidental.

Suddenly Leo realized that he had been standing there eavesdropping the girls way too long. When he was about to leave, though, he heard Georgina say: “my moms try to hide it from me, but I know that Leo is not OK. I mean, maybe he is, sometimes… but I remember that last Christmas was a lot like this one.”

“What do you mean?” Calypso asked.

“He didn’t yell at anyone, but… when he is in a bad mood he either shuts down and avoids us or is even louder than usual. But between the jokes, he doesn’t look happy at all. Moms would probably say ‘Georgie, you’re too small to understand that stuff’, but I’m not a baby anymore. This one golden haired dude visits us sometimes and he knows a lot about health things and he’s been teaching me as well. I know sometimes people get depressed, if for example something really bad has happened to them. And I think something very bad happened to big bro before he came here.”

“Yeah… sometimes things like that happen, sadly… But you know what?” Calypso said, probably attempting to sound more cheerful. “I think your brother is really trying. He cares about you so much he puts your happiness before his. He doesn’t want you to worry about him. But he’s strong, just like you, right? He’ll pull through.”

At this point Leo felt he had heard enough. He had been expecting some talk about him; after all he had just caused a scene in the middle of the present opening. But to hear Calypso talk about him that way? So sweetly? That he hadn’t expected. He had imagined she’d be mad at him after the ‘incident’ of that morning. Maybe she was just trying to be nice simply to calm Georgina down, but that he would never know.

He slowly started backing up, so that the girls wouldn’t notice his presence. However, just when he was nearly by the stairway, his foot hit a box that someone had left on the floor, making a loud noise. Cursing himself in his head, he quickly looked up to see that the sound had piqued the girls’ interest and they both tried to see where it had come from. He hid upstairs as quickly as he could, but that didn’t change the fact that Calypso most likely knew he had been listening to them.

Great, he thought, as he closed his bedroom door behind him. As if things hadn’t already been awkward enough even before this…

… (Calypso POV)

Once she was done with baking with Georgina, Calypso withdrew into her guest room for some ‘me’ time. She had a lot to think about. Leo hadn’t been around for the lunch, which meant that the Waystation group had been unusually quiet while finishing their meals. She knew everyone must have been thinking about him, but no one dared to bring him up. After the lunch, Georgina had asked Calypso to bake with her and she had agreed, welcoming the distraction. But Leo still hadn’t returned so she had started playing with the idea that she wouldn’t listen to Jo and Emmie’s advice, instead going to look for him after cleaning the kitchen. Before she had gotten that far, though, she had heard him in the hallway, but he had disappeared from there before she had time to even properly see him. However, she knew it couldn’t have been anyone else.

While she was relieved that he had finally come back, one part of her was also kind of mad that he had been eavesdropping and hadn’t even told them that he had returned. She was pretty close to just marching into his room and letting him hear it, but eventually she decided she wasn’t quite ready for that talk yet. If only there was some machine that would allow them to exchange their thoughts without the actual confrontation… But that was a naive thought, Calypso knew.

Finally, she decided that dwelling on the issues the whole day wouldn’t help anything. Since the Waystation family would get some Christmas guests for the evening, she decided that she should probably change out of her baking attire (a simple t-shirt and sweatpants) that had gotten a bit floury despite the apron that had covered it. Thankful for having taken several outfits from her flat (see, Leo, they were useful for something after all, she thought), she was drawn between blue jeans and a white blouse and a pretty 50ies style red dress she had only recently sewn for herself. It had sleeves that reached her elbows, a ribbon around the waist and a v-shaped neckline. Calypso wondered if the dress was a bit ‘too much’ for a family dinner but she liked how it had ended up looking and felt pretty confident in it. That’s why she ended up picking it instead of the more casual option. Besides, a tiny voice said in Calypso’s head, it didn’t hurt that Leo liked that color...

Tying her hair into a small braid pun and adding a ribbon around it, she was finally happy with her look. Then her gaze fell into the silver bracelet Leo had given to her that was still around her wrist. Briefly, she wondered how he’d feel about seeing it after their earlier incident, but she decided to leave it on. She had kind of expected Leo to give her something silly, like a CD of him singing Never Gonna Give You Up or chili seeds as a joke, but the jewelry box and the bracelet had been very thoughtful. Leo really knew how to surprise her – in a good way – sometimes…

Realizing that she had already been spending over an hour in her guest room, Calypso decided it was time to go back to socialize with her hosts. She heard Georgina’s voice coming from the living room and decided to go check up on her. The young girl was sitting by the piano, singing one of those more modern Christmas songs that she herself wasn’t crazy about, but somehow it sounded a lot more bearable when Georgina performed it. But what really surprised Calypso was Georgina’s pianist. Leo was sitting there next to his adoptive sister and focusing on running his fingers on the instrument. For some reason she hadn’t expected him to be musical and especially not interested in playing Christmas songs (Calypso knew he was more of a rock ‘n roll type of guy). She wasn’t sure what to think of this discovery.

Calypso had always loved music and she had even attempted to learn to play the piano with the help of a nanny for a little while, but when her dad had discovered what they did, he had immediately told them to stop. To this day, Calypso couldn’t understand why; she just assumed that maybe her beloved father hadn’t wanted her to learn something so ‘useless’. Thankfully, her voice wasn’t something her father could take from her so she had kept singing mostly out of spite, and became pretty good. Now she began wondering if Leo would ever mind teaching her to play… that was, if they were able to have a normal conversation again.

Georgina’s song ended and Calypso stepped forward to let the others know she was there, applauding the girl.

“That sounded good!” She encouraged her. “I’m not a fan of Christmas songs but you did well.”

“Thanks, Calie!” Georgina beamed at her. “Leo has told me you can sing too. Can I hear some? Please? Leo can play!”

“I… uh… wasn’t expecting to see you here.” Calypso turned to Leo. “Since when have you been playing the piano?”

Leo ignored Calypso’s first remark and replied: “Since I was a kid. Yeah, I bet you thought I’m more like a drum person or something but it was my mom’s idea I’d try this. Well? Are you gonna sing something?” He asked when Calypso remained quiet.

“I don’t really know that many Christmas songs…” she replied hesitantly. “Georgie, do you have any suggestions?”

“I love Taylor Swift’s songs!” the 9-year-old announced. “Do you know any of them?”

Calypso nearly burst out laughing. “Of course I do! She’s one of my favorite artists. But I thought we were going to sing Christmas songs.”

“Nah, I think I’ve already had enough of them,” Georgina stated. “But TS has made some holiday themed songs as well. Like New Year’s Day. I have the piano sheet for it!” The girl showed her a book she had borrowed from the library.

“You’re a real Swiftie, huh?” Calypso couldn’t help but smile at the girl’s enthusiasm. “But fine, I actually quite like that song so I could sing it.”

Leo had been following the conversation quietly but now he took the book from Georgina and eyed the sheet.

“Let me practice a little; I haven’t even heard this song before so I have no idea how to play it.”

“Sure, take your time,” Calypso said carefully. She was relieved to see that Leo was acting that calmly now despite the morning’s incident but she couldn’t help but wonder if that was just the surface. Surely he couldn’t have just completely forgotten about it? She would have to bring it up at some point, but now was not the time. Even when she attempted to read the lyrics her thoughts kept going back to him.

She was so lost in her thoughts that Leo had to raise his voice before she noticed he had stopped playing. “Hey, did you hear me? I asked if you’re ready.”

“What?” she shook her head. “Sorry. I was just wondering something. But yes, I’m ready now.”

Calypso noticed that Georgina kept looking at them curiously, but for once she didn’t say anything.

“Good. Let’s go,” Leo said in a neutral tone.

As she started singing, the lyrics started sinking into her differently than before. Suddenly she felt like she was the narrator, singing about the aftermath of a party she had attended. Even though Calypso wasn’t big on parties, and the latest one she had been in – the Halloween one – hadn’t gone ideally, when she kept picturing herself among her friends that she had gained during her time in Indianapolis, smiling, carrying their shoes because their feet hurt from the dancing, she felt… happy. Adding to that the image of spending time with Leo cleaning up their home while he made his snarky comments and probably tried to sabotage her cleaning process, she felt warm in a way she hadn’t expected. However, she tried to stop that track of thoughts because she realized what it implied. The narrator of the song was singing about her significant other, and Calypso had decided a long time ago that she shouldn’t get one.

As Leo kept playing, Calypso tried to keep her focus on his fingers running on the keys. For a while it worked; Calypso was amazed by how fast they could move, but then again, she supposed that all those years of building things with his hands really helped him develop that skill. Calypso could spot some stains on his hands from the machines he had handled that would barely leave even with soap, and the under nail area could definitely have used some proper scrubbing, but he wouldn’t have been Leo without those things. She couldn’t imagine him not fiddling with something 24/7. That was one of the reasons she admired him; she valued hard work pretty high and couldn’t imagine being with someone who was just sitting still.

”But I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you're turning away…”

When Calypso reached that part, she felt chills go down her spine because of how well that line described her and Leo’s current situation. He felt lost because of some past traumas. She was scared of both letting him too close and losing him and everything she had gained since that fall. He had turned away from her and his family already twice that day. But there was hope; maybe, if they managed to finally communicate properly, they’d find a way to even deal with the ‘midnights’.

“Hold on to your memories, they will hold on to you.”

Calypso stopped to think about that line. At first her thoughts went to the badmemories such as the times when she had been living with her father. But when she repeated the line, she understood the song was talking about the good memories that would carry you even in your worst moments. Before she knew it, she was filled with flashbacks. Yelling at Leo after Festus broke her desk. The weird warm feeling after she saw the fixed desk. Casually spending time together; cooking, cleaning, playing, watching shows together… That time when Leo had given her the seeds of her favorite flower… The ‘therapy’ sessions… The Halloween party and the almost kiss after that… the weird tension they’d been having ever since that moment… His smiles and laughs… No matter what would happen, she would always hold those memories close to her heart.

Suddenly, Calypso knew. This wasn’t just some infatuation that would go away with time. She had learned to appreciate Leo’s company more and more, the good and the bad sides, to the point that she was now in love with him. Back in August she had thought that they would probably never get along, but to her surprise they had more in common than she had expected and he had become a big part of her life. Lonely, unsure about their futures, past traumas… that’s what tied them together. And even if she wanted to, she wouldn’t be able to deny that what she had been afraid of had already happened.

“And I will hold onto you.”

Those five simple words made Calypso’s voice crack. With frustration she swept the corner of her eyes quickly and attempted to clear her voice for the last lines of the song.

“Please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.”

She looked up from the lyrics with blurry eyes and glanced at the boy with the piano. Some months ago, she had told herself that she wouldn’t let anyone get too close to her. But somehow Leo and all her new friends had just snuck into it, and she couldn’t imagine her life without them. She wanted them to be a permanent part of it, but with so many uncertainties in the future, could she count on it?

“What’s the matter, Cal?” Leo asked when she very clearly had difficulties pronouncing the last few words of the song.

Calypso knew the words she was going to say were probably unfair, but she couldn’t stop herself. The frustrations of that day just demanded to get out. “What’s the matter, Cal?” she mocked him. “I don’t know, Leo. You just… freak out all of a sudden and run away and then you come back and act like nothing happened?! Don’t you understand at all how worried we all are about you?!”

“I…” Leo stammered but didn’t finish his sentence.

“Well? Are you gonna explain yourself?” Calypso asked.

“Listen, you need to understand…”

“Understand what, Leo?”

Calypso waited for a little longer, but when the answer never came, she said: “You know what? Never mind. Clearly I was a fool to think that you care about us… about me the same way I care about you.”

“Calypso…”

Calypso turned her back to him and muttered: “I’m going to see if Jo and Emmie need my help with something. Do not follow me.”

In reality, Calypso withdrew into the closest bathroom and finally let the tears come.

#caleo #leo valdez #calypso #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #my fics #caleo uni au

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otome-writer51 · 4 years

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How the guys of Ikevamp react to seeing photos of you in lingerie

Napoleon

Napoleon would love the photos of you. At first he would be shocked because lingerie is very different in the 21st century. Once his mind fully takes in the image of you in your scandalous outfit the teasing will begin. He would then whisk you away for a whole night of fun.

Mozart

Mozart would blush and say something snarky like usual. Something like, ‘well this isn’t the worst you have looked.’ When inside he is actually losing his shit. The poor man just can’t be honest with his feelings. You would not be getting any sleep that night due to Mozart insisting on worshiping your body.

Leonardo

He would think his Cara Mia looked so beautiful and enticing. No doubt he would tease you. Leo is for sure going to ask you to wear that lingerie for him. His Cara is always gorgeous no matter what, add some lingerie and you have awoken the beast. For the rest of the night don’t even think about trying to get away. That is a feat not even another pure blood can achieve.

Arthur

Do I really even need to explain how this scoundrel would act? Arthur would be immediately turned on by your pictures. He would keep the pictures despite you trying your best to get them back. These new photos of you are how he keeps himself sated when you’re not around. Every time he sees you from now on he would bring them up, teasing you until you agreed to get nasty with him.

Vincent

This pure ray of sunshine would think your photos are inspiring. Your are truly a vision in his eyes in whatever you are wearing or not wearing. He would ask you to model for him while he paints you in your lingerie. He would be confused and embarrassed at first, but that will change really fast. Vincent would keep you to himself for a long time to satisfy his little friend.

Theo

Theo would blush 100 different shades of red. He would scold you for taking such scandalous pictures. You are a very very very bad hondje. After his initial embarrassment wears off he will most definitely get his revenge. Theo would give you no choice, dragging you to his room to punish you all night.

Dazai

Dazai would love the photos so much. Definitely would keep them all so he can frame them, much to your dismay. Dazai would also use them as blackmail when he wants you to do something. He gets extremely turned on every time he looks at the pictures. He needs to find you as fast as he can so he can drag you back to his room, reminding you that it is your fault for taking such sexy pictures.

Isaac

Apple boy would blush a deeper red than the very apple that hit him on the head. Does not know what to say or think, Isaac is officially broken. When you try to ask him what he thinks he can’t seem to get any words out, he is completely frozen. The first thing out of his mouth is an apology for seeing you this way. Once you reassure him that its okay he will make you help him cool off.

Jean

This good Christian boy would be ashamed for witnessing such a sultry thing and being so aroused by it. Similar to Isaac he would be unable to utter a single word. Eventually he would work up enough courage to ask you if you would wear the same clothes for him one day. Which would make him blush even more than he already was. He’s definitely going to need your assistance tonight.

Shakespeare

Shakespeare would be all for the lovely images of your sexy body. ‘Mine own loveth is too quite quaint f'r mine own heart cannot beareth t.’ He would tease you about your ensemble mercilessly. Don’t fret though for he would make up for the teasing with many compliments about your gorgeous figure. Would request to see you like this in person one day. His imagination has been set free. Get ready to be victim to it all night.

Comte

Comte would adore the pictures of you in lingerie. In fact he can’t help but wonder why it took this long for him to be blessed with pictures like this. He of course would be expecting you to dress the same way for him. Prepare yourself to be teased until the tips of your ears turn red. Oh, but don’t let that distract you from the wonderful night you are bound to have Cherie.

Sebastian

Sebastian would be overjoyed, but cant help being shy and awkward. He would compliment the photos while critiquing every last detail. Sebastian would definitely get you something to recreate the look just for him. A very pleasurably long night awaits the two servants of Le Comte’s mansion.

Charles

Charles loves you so much, you could wear a paper bag and he’d be happy. Although it does something to him when you wear lingerie. He like many of the others would want you to wear something similar for him. The sight is reserved just for him. Dare anyone but him see you like that all hell will break loose. A night full of teasing and fun with him is sure to come.

Faust

Faust would be awkward about it at first. He would be embarrassed seeing you in such a way, even if it is in just a picture. When he gets over that first bit of shyness he will for sure tease you. Faust thinks you look sexy but will not come out and say it. Probably will say something rude instead. Be ready to surrender to him the whole night.

Vlad

This pure blood would tease you until you can’t be teased anymore. Vlad wouldn’t ask nor just expect you to wear the lingerie for him, he would demand you wear it for him. He loves how good it makes your body look. The lingerie just toook his favorite thing in the world and made it more stunning. Vlad would make sure to reward you by pleasuring your perfect body.

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48 for the fluffy asks!

048: “We accidentally got married in Vegas oops”

It was supposed to be an undercover assignment.

After much success with Jake’s mafia sting, the FBI reached out to Holt once more, asking him to send Detective Jake Peralta and one other detective of similar competence. The answer was easy: Amy Santiago.

Bags were packed and new aliases were given: Leo Adams, upcoming tech entrepreneur, and Marissa Cordova, a hotshot lawyer with cash to blow. They were to sit in on various poker and blackjack games, rubbing elbows with known drug lord, Carter Reichs, and hopefully come out with a few important arrests. It would take a week at most, and if anything, they would at least get access to free alcohol and big biddings.

Amy stares out the plane window. Brooklyn starts to become a speck, skyscrapers and city traffic blurring into a grey wash.

“Have you ever been to Las Vegas before?” Amy asks, turning to look at her partner.

“Once,” Jake says, focusing on the shitty action movie playing on the screen in front of him. “My mom and I went to surprise my dad.” He briefly sours. “I found him hooking up with one of the poker dealers.”

“Oh.” She never really knows what to say when Jake brings up his father.

“How about you?”

She shakes her head. “No, I never had much of an interest. I’m not that good at card games, and I’d rather keep my money than gamble it away.”

He snorts. “The FBI clearly picked the right person for this assignment.”

She rolls her eyes. “We’re not actually playing. We’re working—and I enjoy working.”

“Yes, you do.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“No, it’s just… hard to imagine you doing much else.”

Amy nearly objects, tell him that he knows her better than he lets on because they’re friends. She swears they’re friends. But since Teddy and Sophia, sometimes they find themselves in limbo, and she, for perhaps the first time, doesn’t truly have an answer.

Amy throws her suitcase on her bed and starts pulling out her clothes, deciding which outfit she should wear for their first operation. Her typical pantsuit would endure too much ribbing from Jake and the red dress she threw in at the last minute is cut so short, she would need at least four shots in her before she ever considered it. Eventually, she decides on the white dress she has buried at the bottom. It’s classy and just enough revealing that she stands out.

She starts unbuttoning her shirt when suddenly, a door she presumed belonged to a closet opens and Jake steps through. She yelps, covering her chest with a pillow.

“Oh my god, Ames! Our rooms are connected!”

“Get out,” she hisses.

He stops, breaking into a grin. “Were you changing?”

“Yes! Because I’m doing my job!” Her eyes narrow. “Tell me you’re not staying dressed like that.”

He looks down at his outfit: old jeans and a worn (read: torn at the right armpit and fraying at the bottom) Die Hard shirt. “Uh duh, of course I will. I take undercover seriously.”

“Might be the only thing you do take seriously.”

“Now you’re catching on, Santiago.”

She shoos him away to finish putting on the dress and doing a quick touch up on her makeup. She tries to get back at Jake, bursting through their shared door in hopes of catching him in an embarrassing position. Instead, he’s readjusting his black bowtie.

“Wow, Ames,” he says with a laugh. “We look like the figurines on top of a wedding cake.”

“Oh god, please never say that again.”

He gives her a shit-eating grin. “No promises.”

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. We need to get going,” she says. “Intel says this is around the time that Reichs starts playing. If we want to get in on the same game, we have to go now.”

“Okay, okay, sounds good.”

She smooths down her dress once more and pulls loose fingers through her hair before making her way to the door.

He brushes past her and she swears she hears him say, “You look beautiful.”

They’re five shots in before she knows it.

“I can’t believe,” she slurs, “he didn’t show up.”

“It’s only the first night, Ames,” he says, grinning lazily. “We still have five more days.”

“We’re like, the best detectives ever,” she says. “What if those other cops from”—she shudders—“Los Angeles end up catching him?”

“There’s no way. We’re detective geniuses detectives… super geniuses?” His eyes bug out. “I’m so drunk.”

“Me too.” She smiles. “They never should have left us an open tab. I hold my liquor better than anyone else.”

“Oh noooo, you don’t. You’re lucky we moved on from four drink Amy. I think you were about to bang that guy over there.” Jake points to a man at least twenty years her senior. She pales. “Now you’re just confident Amy.”

“Nuh-uh, I’m doing better than you. That’s a fact.”

“In your dreams. At least you’re a lot more fun this way.”

“What way?”

“Stupid drunk way.”

“Pssshhh, I’m always fun. Alllll-ways. You saw me dancing over there a half hour ago. I was killing it with my dance moves.”

“Killing it, yeah, yeah, that’s for sure,” he teases warmly.

She grabs his wrist, eyes blown wide. “Let’s do more shots.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Isn’t six drink Amy depressed Amy?”

“Maybe,” she says, then breaks into a smile. “Let’s do two shots each then.”

“What’s seven drink Amy?”

“I have no idea.”

Apparently, seven drink Amy is bridal Amy.

“What if we got married?” Her mouth forms an O.

And seven drink Jake is down for anything.

“Oh my god, we should.”

Amy stumbles down to one knee, proposing with a loose beer bottle cap. “Jake Peralta, will you marry me?”

He places his hands over his heart in pure elation. “Amy Santiago, I will marry you.”

She throws herself in his arms, messily clinging onto his abdomen. He grins into her hair and around them, patrons and gamblers burst into applause. Hazily, Amy thinks something is off, that they’re doing something they shouldn’t. But then, his mouth touches hers, tasting of expensive tequila and lime, and she forgets what sober Amy might think of this decision.

They start jogging, tripping and giggling and faces split open with grins, to a Las Vegas chapel, fingers intertwined and bickering over who will take whose last name.

Her head is pounding. Her mouth is dry and she can barely open her eyes and fuck, her head is pounding. Hangovers have never been kind to her and this morning is no different. In her sleep-addled daze, she spots her dress lying in the corner, quickly realizing she’s only wearing her bra and panties.

She moves her arm and hits something, warm and solid and… Jake. Jake who is shirtless and Jake who is fast asleep and Jake who is wearing a cheap wedding band.

She glances at her left hand where she’s adorning a matching ring.

“Jake! Oh my god, Jake,” she says hurriedly.

He barely stirs. “Huh?”

She starts shoving his side, poking and prodding his ribs. “Get up, get up, get up. We did something, oh my god, we made the biggest mistake ever, oh my god, Jake, wake up!”

He sleepily blinks at her. “Did we kill someone?”

“No—we got married,” she says as if it’s a worse crime.

He brings his left hand up in front of his eyes and frowns. “Hmm.”

“Hmm!? That’s all you have to say!? Hmm!?”

“In case you didn’t realize, Santiago.” He rubs at his temples. “I’m a bit hungover.”

“Well, I am too, asshole, but hangovers go away. Marriage is permanent.”

“We’ll just get a divorce. Now, let me go back to sleep.”

She punches him in the shoulder. “Jake.”

He glares at her, snaps: “What, Detective?”

Her eyes take in his naked chest, and she further pulls up the loose sheet covering her near-bare body. “Did we…?”

“No way,” he awkwardly clears his throat. “There’s no way. We would have remembered… wouldn’t we?”

“We were pretty wasted,” she slowly admits. “And if I went back to four drink Amy…”

“No, no, there’s no way,” he flails with his words. “I can barely remember us being able to stand on our own two feet at the end of the night.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” An awkward pause. “I guess we should get ready for the day.” She starts getting up before remembering her appearance and feverishly waves her hand at him. “Don’t look.”

“I promise I won’t.” He buries his face into his pillow.

Amy makes her way to the shower before briefly considering in horror, “Didn’t I say something about consummating—“

“We didn’t, Amy!”

When she steps out of the bathroom, wearing a pantsuit she hopes he’ll loathe, he isn’t in bed. Amid the ruffled sheets and thrown pillows, she finds her phone and turns it on.

And then, nearly yells.

She stares at her lock-screen. It is no longer a picture of a crossword puzzle; rather, it’s a picture of them standing at the altar, grinning at each other, Amy in her white dress and Jake in his black tux, and it looks so much like a legitimate wedding picture, she can’t breathe. It feels real, how he smiles at her and she holds his hand tightly and their lips are inching from touching.

They look happy; they look in love. And she almost starts to believe it, believe in this sham of a marriage built upon liquor and drunken laughter, before coming to her senses and blaming her idiosyncratic thoughts on her grueling hangover instead.

She quickly changes the picture.

They don’t talk more than they have to for the rest of the assignment. Jake doesn’t walk back through their connected door and Amy doesn’t touch an ounce more of alcohol. They get their arrests by day four and head out on the first flight they can the next morning. The sun is barely up, a golden hue on the muted black horizon, and Amy fights off exhaustion with cheap airplane coffee.

Jake sits beside her, slowly blinking and about to succumb to his weariness.

“Flight should never be this early,” he mumbles. It’s the first thing he’s said to her that doesn’t relate to work.

“It’s better than red-eyes.”

“Hmm, maybe,” he considers, his words soft and cottony. “But flying is cool at night. It’s like you’re in space.”

She quietly laughs. “That’s one way to put it.”

No answer. She thinks he’s fallen asleep. Instead—“We’ll have to figure this out when we land.”

“I know.”

“I never thought I’d divorce you, Santiago.”

“We’ll get an annulment. It’s different.”

“If you say so.”

Another pregnant pause. The plane starts to move down the runway like it’s chasing the falling moon.

“I guess,” he murmurs, his head falling to her shoulder. She freezes at their body contact. “I guess I thought if we got married, it would be the marriage that sticks.”

He nods off before she can reply.

Amy realizes she’s still wearing her ring. At first, she chalked it up to her cover, ignoring the harsh glint of cheap gold in the casino lights for what it actually meant and proclaiming it as being a trait of her character instead.

But now she’s home in Brooklyn and she’s still wearing her ring.

She thinks to call Jake—they landed hours ago and she can guess he’s been sleeping the whole day like she has. Except, she isn’t sure exactly what to say. You have a lawyer right because we both need lawyers for the annulment to go through or let’s give it a week and then deal with this or do we tell our friends? Did you tell Charles? I swear to god, Peralta, if you told Charles—

There’s a knock at her door.

She walks over and opens it, revealing Jake Peralta, her partner and friend and… husband.

“Hi,” he says. He almost sounds shy, looking near boyish in his NYPD hoodie and faded blue jeans.

“Hi.”

“Can I come in?”

Unsure: “Yes.”

He sits on her couch. She sits on the complete opposite end. They look at each other. Wait for the silence to break.

“Jake—“

“Amy—“

“You go—“

“No, you go—“

“Peralta—“

“Santiago—“

“I think—“

“I don’t want to—“

She holds her hand up. “You don’t want to what?”

He stares at his shoes.

“…Jake.”

He looks up at her, eyes dark and vast. “I don’t want to,” then, more quietly, “divorce you. And I know I sound crazy, but I can’t imagine divorcing you, Amy. I like you. I like you a lot. You’re my best friend and my partner and I know we don’t make sense on paper, but I think we could be something great. And okay, being married before we actually date isn’t a part of the plan I had for us—“

“You had a plan?”

“—but if it were to happen to any pair of people, I’m not surprised it happened to us. We’ve had a lot of crazy days and this week has been no different. Minus the wedding rings, of course,” he laughs.

Hesitantly, she asks, “You didn’t take yours off either?”

He shakes his head.

“This is crazy, Jake…” she says.

“But?”

“How did you know I was going to say ‘but?’”

He smiles, curved and brilliant. “Because I know you, Ames.”

“But… I really like you too,” she says, almost embarrassed by the capacity her heart already has for him. “It’s just… this makes no sense. This is so far out of our control. There is no binder on marrying your coworker before even going out on a date with him.”

“Then, how about you make that binder? And make a new plan for us?” he asks.

“You have an answer for everything, don’t you?”

“Of course, I do. I’m your husband.”

They both burst into laugher.

She rolls her eyes. “I think we should stick with the term boyfriend for now.”

His eyes slightly widen. “So, you do too? You want to give this a chance?”

She leans forward, gently kissing him. He lets out a noise of shock before kissing her back. It’s soft and tentative, until she presses harder and he presses back, equally ardent. They barely make it to her bedroom, eager and hands slipping under clothes. Amy has been with other men, namely Teddy, but it’s never been like this. So easy and known and real. Like they fit.

And when she wakes up the next day, she realizes his left arm is slung across her body, his hand resting over hers. Their wedding bands shine in the morning light together. It makes her smile.

#my writing #jake x amy #this got so long winded idk what happened #b99 #santiagos-bitch #emma replies

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dcbbw · 4 years

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I want to know more about SGL's sock collection. What are his favorites? Where does he get them from? Does he wear them during sexy time?

Thanks for the ask, Beeps! Answers below:

Riley slid into the driver’s seat of her Nissan Armada; she glanced over at her passenger, Liam. He looked … happy. Riley’s eyes narrowed.

“it’s too freaking early to be so happy, Liam!”

Liam’s onyx eyes twinkled as he pinched Riley’s cheek. “It’s a gorgeous Saturday morning, and we’re going to the mall! You can get those cookies you like so much … ,“ he coaxed.

“Why are we even going to the mall?” Riley questioned as she pulled out onto 12th Street.

“Socks!”

Riley shook her head. “Jesus!”

Liam shook his head reprovingly. “You have never truly appreciated the sock game, Riley B.,” he reprimanded.

“How long has this sock obsession been going on?”

“Since my days at the org; it’s more than a thing. It’s a way of life when you’re a male in the corporate world.”

“Oh, I remember the Sock Game Contest days,” Riley groaned.

“It was just me and George back then; Drake never participated.” Liam frowned.

“Does Leo have sock game?”

Riley swerved sharply to the left to avoid being stuck behind the metro bus. She didn’t bother to check the left lane before she did so. A horn beeping war broke out between her and a white Toyota Camry.

“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY WAY! WE CAN CRASH IF YOU WANT!” she yelled out of her open window.

Liam shook his head; for sure he was going to be driving back. He picked up the conversation where they left off.

“He does, but not as good as mine.”

“Where do you get these socks?” Riley asked with only the slightest curiosity.

“Everywhere, but my favorite places are Macy’s, hotsox.com, and Target.”

Riley’s eyes slid from the road to Liam’s face. “Are you trying to find me a new Target?” she asked suspiciously.

“I’m introducing you to our Target,” he corrected.

Riley rolled her eyes as she cut around a car doing the speed limit; Riley was doing double it.

“You’ll like it! It’s in a mall that has all kinds of great stores. There’s a Lane Bryant for you! We can buy you an outfit!”

“I don’t need you to buy me an outfit,” Riley muttered as she sped through a yellow light.

“Fine, then you can help me pick out my socks,” Liam responded with closed eyes.

They were coming to the curvy part of Queens Chapel Road. Curves and traffic and Riley equaled coronary. It was best to not watch her navigate this part of the road.

“How many pairs of socks do you have?”

“A lot. Like, a whole lot!”

“Which ones are your favorites?”

Liam’s eyes opened. They were on straight road now; he could breathe again.

“Hmmm … I have a pair with palm trees, luggage, and yellow taxis. They’re fun. I have three pairs of gray ones with polka dots … one has white dots, one had black dots, one has red dots. I like those for work. I have a pair that has the word “Football” up one side and the matching sock has “& Beer” down the opposite side. And I have a pair with red fire trucks.”

Riley laughed. “That sounds very interesting.”

Liam turned to face her; he had one eyebrow cocked and a smirk on his lips. “My sock game is on point.”

“Does it help you score with the ladies?”

Silence as Liam bit his tongue. Not with the one I want. What he said was, “It’s a useful tool at times.”

Riley turned away from the road to eye Liam mischievously.

Liam motioned her to turn her attention back to the road. Their turn was coming up. “What?”

“Do you have sex with the socks on or off?”

Liam laughed out loud. “Wanna find out?”

Another silence as Riley held her words back. Hell yes, I do! What she said was, “Maybe one day.”

“Promise?”

“Answer the question, Liam!” She took the turn a little too widely.

“It depends. Like if I’m wearing the socks before we head to the bedroom, then yes. The socks stay on. If I’m barefoot when we go to the bedroom, then no. I’m only stopping to take clothes off, not put them on.”

Riley chuckled to herself. Liam frowned. “What are you laughing about?”

“Trying to imagine you naked, wearing only socks.”

Liam winked. “Trust me, they’re not looking at my socks.”

Riley turned into the parking lot of the mall, her eyes locking with Liam’s briefly. Butterflies flew free in her stomach.

Liam licked his suddenly dry lips.

Riley broke their gaze. “Help me find a parking space!”

Liam’s hand slipped into Riley’s free hand. “Of course.”

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chameleonwritess · 4 years

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Forever Starts Today (Epilogue)

Myriad of Stars

Not-So-Secretly in Love

Feels Like Home (Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3)

Forever Starts Today (Epilogue)

Extras:

Infirmary Duties

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Pairing: Nico di Angelo/Will Solace

Nico has spent so much of his life fixating on his past. Now that Will's been in his life for so long, it's finally time for Nico to start focussing on his future.

He knows exactly how to start.

Word Count: 4383

Read the whole series on AO3

Nico smiled fondly as Percy clumsily dipped Annabeth in the middle of the floor. She attempted to scold him but couldn’t contain her laughter enough to do so properly. Nico had never seen her look as radiant as she did in her white dress trimmed with silver, her embroidered wedding train flowing out around the dancing couple from where it was attached into her curled up-do.

She wasn’t the only one looking radiant- Percy was dressed in a deep blue suit with a turquoise tie and grey flowers attached to his lapel. His hair was looking surprisingly tame, too, and Nico knew Sally Jackson was to thank for that. He looked ridiculously handsome and the bright smile added to his features just completed the look. Nico grinned at the sight. Two of his best friends had just gotten married and not a single monster had attacked the wedding. It was perfect.

“You’re looking uncharacteristically happy,” a familiar, snarky voice spoke besides Nico. He turned his head to the side and rolled his eyes at Reyna. She was dressed in deep plum robes and carried a champagne flute in her hand with an air of grace.

“They’ve both been through so much. I’m allowed to be happy that they’re happy- they deserve this,” Nico pointed out.

“Wise words, di Angelo. Who turned you into Socrates?” Reyna responded with a smirk. Nico elbowed her gently.

“Don’t bully me, I’m trying to be a better person,” he complained. Reyna let out a laugh at that.

“You were fine as the grumpy little emo we met you as,” she pointed out, ruffling his hair.

“Oi,” Nico batted her hand away, “don’t touch the hair- Will spent half an hour getting it into a ponytail.”

“Oh, he likes a man in a bun, does he?” Reyna raised an eyebrow. Nico flushed bright red and tried hard to keep in his laughter.

“Stop it, he’s only over there, he’ll hear you!” he complained, snorting a little through his nose.

Reyna let out a laugh too and finally settled into a stool next to Nico. Her eyes scanned the hall, taking in the appearance of all their remaining friends. The years hadn’t gone by without losses- one of the most significant being one of Nico and Reyna’s best friends, Jason Grace. His sister was here today with a few other Hunters that Percy and Annabeth knew well from their years of cooperation with them.

Nico tried not to think about their losses too much. He knew if he dwelled on the dead more than the living, he’d find himself right back in the mental state he was in when he lost Bianca. That was a place he never wanted to go back to.

“Piper’s doing well,” Reyna pointed out. It was true, Nico noted, as he glanced across the room and saw that other couples had started to spill onto the dance floor now Percy and Annabeth’s first dance was over. Piper had invited the daughter of Demeter she was currently seeing onto the dance floor and the two girls were twirling around and smiling. It was good to see the dark bags that had resided under her eyes over the past few years were finally dissipating.

“You are, too,” Nico reminded Reyna. Piper and Reyna both had a very long history with Jason and Reyna had seemed to everyone as if she’d recovered quite quickly from his loss. Nico knew her better, though. He knew she was still hurting a lot even if she didn’t want her legion to see it.

Reyna shrugged.

“All wars have losses. They’re never losses we’re prepared to make but we have no choice but to move forwards from the consequences,” she commented.

“Who’s Socrates, now?” Nico teased. Reyna rolled her eyes and smiled, taking a drink of champagne.

“Enough about that,” she batted the topic aside, “weren’t you going to put your big plan into action tonight?”

Nico sighed.

“I was but then I found out the wedding date and didn’t want to encroach. I’m not sure I’ll have the confidence, anyway,” he shrugged. Reyna raised a pointed eyebrow at him.

“These are all just excuses because you’re nervous. Percy and Annabeth won’t think it’s any such thing. You said yourself- tonight would be perfect, right? I say you still go for it,” she encouraged.

“I mean, I do have it on me but what if he-“ Nico started to voice his concerns when a flash of blond appeared in his field of vision. It appeared Nico’s boyfriend had finished his conversation with Hazel and Frank.

“Care to dance, dashing fellow,” Will Solace announced, bowing in front of Nico’s chair and offering his hand out. Nico took a moment to take his appearance in. Will had gone for an unusual choice of wedding attire, selecting a brown waistcoat with matching fitted pants over a baby blue shirt with a royal blue bowtie tightened snugly around his neck to match Nico’s tie that he’d been forced to wear for the event. His impish smile added to the outfit, making him look cuter than ever.

Nico snorted out a laugh and grabbed Will’s hand, hopping down from his stool.

“I suppose I could be tempted, on one condition,” Nico shrugged his shoulders.

“And what condition may that be?” Will asked, flashing Nico a grin.

Nico smirked back and gripped Will’s hand a bit tighter. In one swift movement, Nico slipped off his stool and put his arm around Will’s back, pressing his palm into the small of Will’s back and pulling him close against his chest.

“I get to lead,” Nico smirked, looking directly up into Will’s blue eyes.

“Sure,” Will responded breathlessly, his cheeks flushed red. Nico internally fist-pumped. His one mission in life was to make Will blush as much as possible and he was surprisingly very good at it as of late.

“Honestly,” Nico heard Reyna mutter behind him as he dragged Will onto the dance floor. As the two began dancing, Nico wondered if maybe Reyna had been right and he should go ahead with his previous plans for tonight. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to, at all, it was just that he was… scared.

Nico pushed all thoughts of what he may or may not do that evening out of his head as Will leant down and whispered into Nico’s ear,

“Bets that Percy stands on Annabeth’s feet at least three times?”

Nico chuckled lowly underneath his breath as he spun Will around.

“Pretty sure I already saw him step on her toes four times. I reckon it will be eight times before she drags him off the dance floor,” he decided.

Will threw his head back a bit and laughed, capturing Nico’s full attention. Nico smiled at his boyfriend. He didn’t need to think about anything else with Will at his side.

Nico had sucked up all the courage he could muster and was going to do it. Reyna had given him the push he needed and he’d already texted Will to meet him at the top of Halfblood hill, just within the borders.

Whilst the new phones Leo had designed for them all were seemingly monster-proof, Nico still didn’t want to run any risks at all. Not tonight.

Now, here he was, pacing beside Thalia’s tree, half expecting the Lieutenant herself to appear and tell him to stop disturbing the soil above its roots.

No one did descend from the clouds, though, and Nico was left alone, waiting for Will. His boyfriend wasn’t late by any means- Nico didn’t think Will even could be late considering his promptness to every date the two had been on for the past six years- it was just that Nico was exceptionally early. His nerves had carried him to their meeting destination half an hour before the scheduled time.

Nico huffed out a laugh as he tried to dry the sweat on his hands using his jeans. He’d been dating Will for six whole years. It didn’t seem that long, really, although Nico also felt like someone could tell him he’d spent eternity with Will Solace and he wouldn’t argue. Still, six years was a long time for demigods when wars were seemingly around every corner.

The last few years had been relatively peaceful in comparison to the first few Nico spent outside the Lotus Casino. Nico was glad. He didn’t think he could cope with any more losses right now. He was still carrying the weight of all his other lost loved ones close to his chest, as were many of his other friends.

Will would be here soon, Nico noted, checking his watch for the twelfth time in the past ten minutes. He usually arrived at least ten minutes early so any second now, Nico would spot him walking up the hill.

Now that both of them had left Camp Halfblood, they lived in an apartment near Percy and Annabeth, near enough to both the mortal college Nico was attending and the hospital Will was interning at. Nico really didn’t understand how Will was still only an intern considering he’d had more medical experience than most doctors in the world and he was only twenty-one.

Nico still wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted to do with his life. Right now, he was very happy taking his degree in psychology. Nico had never imagined that he’d find himself attending school, never mind going on to college, but he’d found himself to actually enjoy the learning environment. Will was very proud of him too, not that that impacted his enjoyment of it in the slightest.

“Neeks, what’s got you looking so worried?” A soft voice startled Nico out of his thoughts as a hand encircled his wrist, gently. Nico stopped his pacing to come face to face with Will who had also changed out of his wedding attire, now sporting a light blue hoodie with a basketball shirt underneath. Nico nearly laughed out loud. Will didn’t even like basketball- especially with the number of arms he’d had to sew back on after particularly aggressive games at Camp Halfblood.

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it. Just- anxious to show you this, I suppose,” Nico wormed his way around the truth. Will considered him with analytical eyes as if he was a particularly complex branch of the nervous system in one of Will’s many anatomy books.

“Alright, I’ll believe you for now but you’d better not be lying, di Angelo,” he conceded, taking a hold of the sides of Nico’s corduroy jacket to tug him in a bit closer.

“Why would I lie to you?” Nico mumbled. Will smiled, clearly pleased with his response, and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

“Aren’t you boiling in that jacket?” Will asked when he pulled away. Nico went red in the cheeks. He honestly was way too warm in the thick jacket intended for Winter. Despite the Spring breeze, it was just too heavy, but Nico had once been gifted the jacket by Will and he wasn’t about to take it off for tonight.

“A little, but it’s night and I run cold so I wanted to be prepared,” Nico argued. Will laughed and stroked the sunshine embroidered on the pocket that he’d sewn on himself.

“You, sir, are the biggest dork I know,” Will accused, “but-“ he continued when Nico tried to interject, “it just makes me love you even more.”

Will placed on arm over Nico’s shoulder and kissed the top of his head as Nico began to lead them higher up the hill for the perfect viewpoint.

“Now who’s the dork,” Nico grumbled, glancing up at Will with way more adoration in his eyes than he’d intended.

The two walked in silence for a little bit, Nico analysing the sky until he finally decided on the perfect spot.

“Ok,” Nico announced, “here’s good.”

“Nico, I hate to break it to you, but we’re still in the middle of the hill,” Will pointed out, looking around him as if he expected to find some big surprise.

“You’re so impatient,” Nico complained, tugging Will’s hand to get him to sit down on the ground next to him, “do you trust me?”

Will’s eyes found his, softening under the gaze.

“Of course I do, death boy,” he promised. Nico smiled and nodded, checking his watch again. Once upon a time, he would have complained at the nickname, but he’d grown to love with over the years. Not that any of the others would find out- they still found a sword at their necks if they attempted to call him ‘Neeks’ or made a jab at his heritage. Will was just… Will. He got away with everything when it came to Nico.

“We have about ten minutes. Tell me about your day whilst we wait,” Nico insisted.

“Nico, you were with me for most of it,” Will snorted with laughter. Nico rolled his eyes.

“I know that, duh, but who did you catch up with at the wedding? How was your trip to the hospital before you came here?” Nico asked. Will sprawled himself out across Nico’s lap, gazing up at him cheekily.

“Aw, you care about me that much?” Will teased.

“No, I just want the gossip,” Nico shrugged. Will gasped in mock horror and Nico huffed a laugh, brushing stray hairs away from Will’s eyes as his boyfriend finally launched into the stories he’d been after.

“So I talked to Piper at the wedding first, when you went over to talk to Percy and Annabeth. I asked how she was doing with Carys and the two are doing well. Piper’s thinking of asking her to be her girlfriend soon which is cute. Apparently, Carys memorised her coffee order after only two dates and she brings her flowers every date,” Will started.

“That is cute,” Nico noted, “pretty sure you don’t even know my coffee order.”

“You don’t like coffee, you nerd. You get a small hot chocolate with almond milk in every café we go in,” Will proved, his face breaking into a grin.

“Wow,” Nico said satirically, “a man after my own heart.”

Will lightly hit his stomach in complaint before continuing his story.

“So after that, Carys came up and I said hi and made small talk but decided to leave the two alone so they could get to the good stuff,” Will said, causing Nico to snort at his phrasing, “so I went to talk to your sister and Frank, ask them how they were doing and stuff.”

“You were talking to them for way longer than that. What are you hiding?” Nico noticed. Will pouted.

“When did you get so good at reading me?” he complained.

“Somewhere between Apollo arriving at camp and that time you tried to convince me Lou Ellen and Cecil still weren’t dating despite the fact I’d seen them making out in front of the Hecate cabin,” Nico noted.

“Fine, Hazel did tell me something but she made me swear not to tell you, so I won’t,” Will conceded with a sigh.

“What? That’s so unfair, she usually tells me everything,” Nico huffed. Will shrugged.

“She wants it to be a surprise,” he pointed out. Nico wracked his brains to think of a way to prise the information out of Will when he had a perfect idea.

“Okay, you won’t tell me? I’ll tickle it out of you,” Nico decided and before Will could even jump up in protest, Nico had flipped himself onto all fours above Will and his hands were already tracing lightly up and down his abdomen.

“W-wait, Nico! N-no hahaha don’t p-please don’t,” Will stammered, wriggling around under Nico’s dancing fingertips. Nico grinned down at his boyfriend as he became a blushing, writhing mess. Watching Will come undone beneath his fingertips was something that always made Nico’s day, even if it was just tickling this time.

“Tell me, then, Solace,” Nico demanded.

“Nicoooo,” Will complained, breathing heavily as he attempted and failed to grab Nico’s hands and still them.

“Fine, fine! I’ll tell you, but you have to pretend you don’t know when she tells you herself,” Will spluttered, gasping for breath as Nico’s hands finally stilled.

Nico pulled Will back up to a sitting position but remained firmly in his lap, looking expectantly into Will’s eyes. He still couldn’t believe Hazel had told Will something before she’d told him. Will was practically already a part of the family.

“She’s pregnant,” Will whispered as if there were people around to overhear, “and Frank is going to ask her to marry him once the baby is born.”

“No way!” Nico yelled, jumping to his feet angrily, “I’m going to be an uncle and my own sister didn’t bother to tell me?”

Will laughed at Nico’s antics before the smaller boy dived back down and grabbed Will’s face, planting a hurried but intense kiss on his mouth.

“Thanks for telling me. I’m going to hold this against her forever when she tells me and you dramatically announce that you already knew. Then I’m going to look so betrayed and declare that she’s no sister of mine anymore.”

“You are so overdramatic. I can’t believe how grumpy and quiet you used to be,” Will laughed, pulling Nico back into his side. Nico finally sighed and settled in. He was still struggling to comprehend the information. He was going to be an Uncle and his sister had wanted to keep it secret from him.

“There’s more,” Will added. Nico looked at him a little frenzied.

“What could possibly top that news?” he asked.

“Hades has invited all four of us to the Underworld to celebrate the birth of his grandson,” Will sighed. Nico’s heart sped up a little in panic. Will and the Underworld was not a good combination, as Nico recently discovered.

The first time Will went to the Underworld was the Spring after Hades had invited him. Nico had figured it was safest to take him when Persephone wasn’t around. Nico wished he’d remained as cautious.

Will usually visited the Underworld every Spring. Hades was gradually attempting to infiltrate more and more of Nico’s life and, as he constantly reiterated, apparently Nico’s love life was integral. However, after Will officially finished his course and was allowed to intern at the hospital that Autumn=, Hades invited the pair down for a meal.

It turns out, Persephone does not like children of Apollo and children of Apollo are surprisingly adept at killing plants. Nico really hadn’t been expecting an invite back ever again.

“Are we going?” Nico asked, uncertainly. Will raised an eyebrow.

“I have no problem if she doesn’t mind,” he shrugged.

“Will, every time I go down there she asks me if I’ve broken up with you yet. She’s even actively sought me out whilst out of the Underworld to tell me to get rid of you,” Nico smirked.

“Really?” Will asked and his eyes looked surprisingly bright. It was almost as if he was proud of finally having found an immortal enemy.

“Yes. She still hates you,” Nico assured him. He pretended not to notice the small fist pump Will did out of respect for his boyfriend’s reputation.

“We could always just suggest we have the meal in the summer months, anyway, even if the baby’s born when Persephone’s there,” Will shrugged. Nico raised an eyebrow.

“That seems a bit illogical. It would just be a meal for the sake of a meal,” he pointed out. Will shrugged.

“Hades has a surprisingly good chef. I don’t mind.”

Nico shook his head in exasperation when suddenly, a bright light caught his attention.

“Will, it’s starting,” he gasped excitedly.

“What’s starting?” Will queried. Nico grinned at him.

“There’s a meteor shower tonight. I brought you here so we could watch it,” he explained. Will gasped up at the sky as another light shot across it and then turned to smile at Nico.

“You’re such a sap,” he pointed out, “but thank you. This is a nice surprise.”

Nico curled up against Will’s side with his head on his shoulder as Will rested his own head on Nico’s, gazing up at the sky as he curled his arm around Nico’s back. It strangely reminded Nico of the position they’d been in the very first time they sat together to watch the sky. It had been a campfire night and Will had invited Nico. Nico had been so tired he hadn’t even registered what he’d been doing when he curled up against Will. Knowing what he knew now, he supposed Will hadn’t minded.

The two watched the meteors flash across the sky in silence for a while before Will spoke up.

“I can sense that there’s a reason you brought me to the meteor shower. Like, I feel as though I’ve forgotten an inside joke or something,” he muttered. Nico shifted slightly to turn and face him.

“Well, it was a long time ago, now, but when we first went to the campfire together during the summer we got together, I was so sleepy I traced your freckles and tried to tell you that they looked like a myriad of stars,” Nico smiled, bringing his finger up to once again trace Will’s freckles, “now the stars remind me of you so I wanted to bring you to see this.”

Will’s eyes melted as he gazed back at Nico.

“Every time I think you can’t get any more romantic, you go and pull off something like this. How am I supposed to top this?” he sighed, moving to cup Nico’s face. Nico felt his heart rate increase tenfold. Will had given him a perfect opening. The meteor shower was still raining above them in the stars. Now was the time.

The small, black box in his jacket pocket felt as if it was burning a hole through the fabric.

“Well,” Nico started, noting how short his breath was, “you could say yes.”

“What?” Will asked in confusion, his eyes going wide as he watched Nico get to his feet. Nico pulled the box out of his pocket and knelt down onto one knee, opening the box to present the ring he’d spent hours pondering over with Piper, Reyna and Annabeth. There was no backing down, now.

“William Solace,” he started, glancing at Will tentatively and noticing that he already had tears forming in his eyes, “when I first met you, I thought you were an idiot. Not because you were stupid, but because, for some strange reason, you wanted to be friends with me. You were persistent, infuriating and I thought I’d manage to scare you away within a day. I’d clearly underestimated just how persistent and infuriating you were because you stuck around. You always have stuck around. I was in such a dark place when you first met me and you stuck around to help pull me out. Whenever I doubted myself, you stuck around and assured me that I was safe, that I was enough and that I was loved. When someone sticks around that much, it’s hard not to fall in love with them, and falling in love with you was one of the easiest things I’ve ever done in my life. I fall more in love with you every day and-“ Nico paused to sniff. He was crying. “-and I want that to continue for the rest of my life. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to wake up every morning with you by my side so I can tell you how incredible you are, how kind you are, how impressive you are and how amazing your mom’s pancakes are. I promise that’s not the only reason why I’m asking this, but Will, will you marry me?”

Nico wiped his eyes with his free hand the second he finished only to see Will in a similar state, tears pouring freely down his cheeks.

“Nico,” he sighed, “do you even have to ask? Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes I will marry you and I am so mad that you beat me to it but I suppose I can forgive you because of the speech you just gave.”

“I’ve had it memorised for a month,” Nico laughed through his tears. Will’s laughter soon joined his own and before he could even move to stand up or sit down, Will had leapt on top of him and was kissing him. It was salty and messy and their lips were hardly touching because of how much they were both laughing, but Nico didn’t think they’d ever shared a more perfect kiss.

“You are so incredible, Nico di Angelo. I love you so much,” Will announced when the two finally finished laughing. Nico pushed them up into a sitting position rather than being sprawled out on the grass.

“I love you too,” he added. Will glanced down at the ring still stored in the little box Nico had been clutching so tightly.

“This is beautiful. I hope you like the one I bought for you,” Will sighed as Nico took his hand and gently slid the ring onto his finger.

“You already bought me one?” Nico asked. Will rolled his eyes as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Obviously!” he said, “you’re not the only one that wanted to get married, y’know.”

“I’m glad,” Nico smiled, resting his head against Will’s. Will cupped his cheek and pressed their lips together once again, his lips curving up against Nico’s in a smile.

This time, Nico kissed him back properly rather than laughing, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend- no, fiancé-’s neck to pull him closer. Will wrapped his arms around Nico’s waist, his thumbs sliding underneath Nico’s shirt so that he could slide a hand up onto Nico’s bare back.

Nico could feel the cold metal of Will’s new ring on his finger against his skin. He pressed further into the kiss, holding Will as tightly as he could. Right there, Nico wasn’t afraid of the future at all. He was going to marry Will. For a son of Hades, Nico’s life was pretty incredible.

He wouldn’t change one bit of it for the world.

#solangelo #percy jackson #solangelo fanfic #my fanfic #my writing #myriad of stars #a myriad of stars #percy jackson fanfic #nico di angelo #will solace #my fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction

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seoultraveller · 3 years

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Hiiii omg it feels like it’s been forever so sorry for the late reply again!!😬 school has been busy and life has been crazy to put it like that hshshaha

Time really has been moving so. fucking. fast ??? So sorry to hear about all of that... I hope this week has been better for you<3 and I hope the weekend will be calm

So true HAHAH it was funny though seeing wooyoung in that element🤣 ohhhh~ I can definitely see yeosang or san doing great asmr !!

Awh thank you!🥺 Oh really?? I’ve always liked the red hair, even if it was very out there😂 but as you said, he really suits every style and color it’s so cool :P

Mhm yes, why do like big examinations and truck questions... multiple answers questions are wayyyy better! Oh! Well, my Swedish class is just like your English class in America🥳

Exactly, and if it’s not meant to be it’s not meant to be. You and your brother can’t get along/not really vibe with each other and it is what it is sadly :(

YESSS exactly!!! It would be perfect if they could have their concert again (ofc with safe precautions)🥰 and like imagine the dance to I’m the One heat-topping version🤭

I totally agree, such great wise words really🥺 my struggle is my struggle. Nowadays it feels like it’s hard not compare your struggle to others, you know?

OMG YEAH!! They are so pretty in green, and it really does look like an apocalyptic concept!!😌 THE RED OUTFITS HAD ME BREATHLESS ON THE FLOOR LIKE-/: WOW. I think the red outfits orrrrrr these ones are my favorite!! But all outfits for this era were so beautiful and so cool🤩

Our two minds indeed😂

What have you been up to??💕💕

Also, thank you so much for your comments on It’s Just a Bite!!🥺💕💕 MUCH appreciated🥰

No~ 🥺 please don’t apologize. I should be the one that is sorry. 😣 I am still on and off tumblr, quickly queuing things and not taking the time to respond to you. 🥺 I am terrible at this and I am sorry.

How has your exams been so far? How did the math exam go? (It was it traumatizing. I would not want you to endure ✨flashbacks✨ ) To me, it feels as if time is moving so fast but also joy fast enough. I just want the school year to end as quickly as possible so I could have more free time. Maybe take up a course to enrich my experiences or something. 🤷🏾‍♀️ This week has been better. Especially today and tomorrow since I have no student that I am attached to (she left on an early vacation).

Yes, I agree. I feel like San kind of already does that (maybe not...) with the Sanchelin Guide and I wouldn’t put it past Yeosang to do it for his personal contents as well, if he chooses to do so.

Wait... 🧐 I totally forgot his red hair phase! Excuse that little “blip” in my memory. NOW THAT WAS A LOOK if I ever did see one in this industry. I honestly miss it. However, I think he might prefer the lighter colors like blonde or platinum. His Leo Rising shows through his hair styling 😂 (I don’t even know why I just mentioned that...)

Ah~ I see. That makes sense. Yeah~ why wouldn’t the Swedish classes be like English classes in America¿? (duh Catalina 🤷🏾‍♀️) Again, sorry for asking and excuse me if it came across as dumb.

Yes. It is quite sad, but it is what it is. 😕

The performance for that song would be SOOOOO~ intense. A lot of their performances are but, I’m getting winded just thinking about it. 😵

I know what you mean. I still compare my struggle so as to not come across as over-dramatic. Sometimes asking what someone would do or for help in your situation would be beneficial. At least, more beneficial instead of dealing with it alone and spiraling out of control.

THE RED OUTFITS WERE *CHEF’S KISS 😘 . I was a bit taken with the yellow snake print one as well. I was lowkey digging it but had a preference for a couple others. The modern art-like suits are growing on me. I think it definitely stood out.

Just trying to keep up with ATEEZ and trying to wrap my head around all of the mixed messages my job is giving me at the same time. What about you? How have you been trying to relax or keep up with school.

#seoultraveller responds #thorsdreams asks #thorsdreams #dee asks 💝#i know this took me forever #to get back to. please don’t hate me.#also. i quite enjoyed the dance practice to their kingdom stage #I think the show is whack and I’m definitely confused on a lot that’s going on with it and don’t want to dwell or talk on it much #but watching the performance right now... my nephew just asked me if they’re zombies b/c of the whole shipwreck theme 😂 and blood 🩸

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diederichs-gen2 · 3 years

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like 2 stars floating in the universe | the diederich men

The goal was to pleasantly surprise Rowan with his presence rather than scare the man half to death, but unfortunately, the latter had to come to fruition before the former. Walking into their apartment after a rather ordinary day of work to the sound of bustling in the kitchen when the Quidditch player in their relationship was supposed to be overseas prepping for a semi-finals match was alarming. But not as much as getting swept up in Detlev’s arms as soon as he crossed the threshold into the kitchen.

“I know you have that whole thing with your parents tonight…” As Detlev spoke, Rowan peered over the man’s shoulder to the simple but thought-out spread laid out on their dining table. “But I thought I could steal you away for just a little bit first?” Rowan didn’t have to look at Detlev’s boldly familiar grin to know it was there. Lips touched his jaw in a manner that his 16-year-old self never would have imagined, adding to the slight shiver that chased across him to hear Detlev’s voice in closer proximity than it had been in weeks, “Happy birthday, my love.”

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Ordinarily, reorganizing boxes of inventory at the back of the shop wouldn’t be quite an exciting task, but with a bargain on the line of the more efficient stocker getting to choose their son’s outfit for the evening’s engagements, Renee and Jo were rather motivated. In between storing their materials almost a little too precariously in a bid to win their little challenge, Renee’s eyes caught on his own plaid shirt, worn but comfortable where they rested on Jo’s shoulders, hugging to her loosely as he often wished to be in these moments.

Later tonight when they joined their families and varying members of the community to celebrate the very woman always on Renee’s mind, she’d look very different. No less herself but wonderful in different ways, with the little boy on her hip that was the pride and joy of their lives, and Renee almost couldn’t decide which version of her he loved more. He could’ve pondered on it right then, made an entire pros and cons list in his mind, weighing each time he’d seen her milling about the shop and simply been disarmed by her mere presence, against every family, anniversary, and birthday dinner where he’d openly tuned out speakers to gaze upon her.

But instead, his attention was pulled away by the corner of a box poking at his side as Jo herself teased that with the pace he had slowed down to it was almost as if he wanted Yago to be dressed entirely by her. Renee supposed that at the end of the day, having to decide whether he was going to daydream about his wife or kick her ass in every challenge she posed him with, wasn’t such a terrible problem to have.

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In hindsight, Soren was lucky he didn’t get whacked upside the head, appearing at Leo’s bedside at midnight and poking his friend awake the way he did but he would do it again if he had to. He had to be the first, no matter what it took, no matter that it went against his instincts to creep out of his own dorm and into the Gryffindor ones, arms full with loot. No matter that he’d never done something so bold as to insist Leo scoot over in a whispered command so he could not only squish onto the single bed beside his friend but dump a variety of Honeyduke’s sweets mixed in with a handful of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes trinkets before them. To know which was being picked up in the darkness of the room was part of the game and the grin on Soren’s lips as he latched onto each of Leo’s reactions wasn’t just an eagerness to know if his friend approved or not. It was the show of his racing heart, his red-tipped ears, the adventurous heart he’d never mustered the bravery to show anybody else. It was a thanks for helping me be the most me I’ve ever felt, all wrapped into the simple words of, “We’re going to make this your happiest birthday ever, Leo.”

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After their last encounter, Malekai almost expected her not to open the door for him. Nothing should be bating his breath anymore at this age but to stand there in front of her home once more, this time without the words, “go home to your wife” ringing in his ears, he could have sworn he was 17 again. Despite the suspense, she let him in, as she always did against her better instincts, and Malekai stepped in slowly, glancing around the space where he’d nearly gone mad with the burden of both of their choices, past, present, and even potential ones.

She could never know the lengths he went to in order to track down the Greek dessert that he set down on her table, trapped in the past to survive since she wouldn’t allow them to ascend into their future. But even if she wouldn’t know of them, she deserved every second he poured into this since he had the thought of it, every moment it took away from the others in his life, every location he visited in search, every bit of nostalgia that touched him along the way. She deserved for him to be at her feet in mind when his body stood a foot above hers at all times.

She had turned him away last time, unwilling to rock the boat when all they had done their entire youths was lean into the waves, crashing headlong into the shore with laughter at their lips. But now she had lived one more year, decades longer than either of them had thought they’d make it in life and it was a call for celebration. A call to sink the hull just a splash, a call for an embrace, for closeness, for a whispered and careless, “I’ve been thinking about you. But I didn’t want to wait for your say so to come along today.”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHELS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#This is a part one tbh there's a p2 with 4 more drabbles that I just didn't get to wrap up neatly so you just wait for the surprise day when #that drops lmao #BUT HERE'S THESE XOXO I GOTTA REDACT MYSELF IN THE TAGS UNTIL YOU READ THEM IM JUST IM A LIL CRACKED OUT ABOUT IT THESE MEN DO BE GETTIN ME #CRACKED OUT #chels birthdrabbles #a tag so I don't lose these WHEEZE

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groovyzombiellama · 5 years

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I’m Off

Title: I’m Off

Requested? Yes.

Plot: You are Percy’s half sister and he acts protective towards you when he sees what you’re wearing for your date with Leo.

Word count: 1032

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"Okay, so you're trying to tell me that I'm the daughter of a god? Mom, you do realise that gods are just myths, especially Greek gods? You are expecting me to believe that my father is the ruler of the sea? I'm not falling for that."

You were spilling out question after question, à frown contorting your eyebrows as you look down at your mother sitting on the couch in the living room where you spent years thinking about why your father wasn't in your life. You were always a pretty independent kid, so you never really asked your mom what happened to him. And seeing the amount you photos of your father that were around the house, or better yet, the lack there of, made you believe that it was a forbidden topic to discuss with her, and you didn't want to make her feel sad, or cry. So you spent your childhood not knowing anything about the man who was half responsible for your birth, and as you were already in your teens, your mother sat you down one night and told you this elaborate story about how she had no idea herself until later, that your father was actually the sea god Poseidon, who disguised himself as a human one day and fell in love with your mother, leading up to them having you.

It was more than difficult to swallow the story your mother was giving you as the truth, and you were left feeling lied to, and determined to fund out the truth. Your mother gave you the proof of a lifetime, taking you to a demigod camp, where you were met with all the truth behind her words. All of the creatures you thought were myths and legend were casually walking beside you, and you could have sworn that your eyes were so wide, they'd pop out of their sockets. What helped you with settling in with all of that was finding out that your half brother was also here, and a demigod. And the quickness in which the two of you were getting close, almost inseparable, was a sign to you that you were also helping him with coming to terms of being half god. And at the Camp Half-blood you met other children of gods, obviously, some interested in being friends with you others not so much. But after meeting Leo, the son of Hephaestus you started having feelings for him a bit different than others.

He awoke butterflies in your belly that you had no idea how to control. Soon enough he surprised you with an invitation to a picnic date under the stars. You accepted, of course, feeling as excited as ever, as you rummage through your clothes, trying to find something that you could wear for a date. You mostly brought your sports gear and comfortable clothes, since you had no idea you'd find love among the half-bloods. That was until you found your favorite shirt and a pair of shorts that could wear. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you flung your fiery red hair back, as little curls bounced on the ends and looked over your outfit. The shirt you were wearing was see through, so you opted for a sexy black bra underneath, showing off your perfectly toned stomach, and the black material of the shirt was adorned with red roses sewn into it, and you absolutely loved the way it all fit in with your shorts and black sandals. For a moment you figured to put your hair up into a high ponytail, lifting it up several times to see how it looked before letting it fall back down your back.

I'm the end you ended up choosing the high ponytail, and after a light touch of makeup, you were ready for your date. Walking into the room to ask your brother and his friends about how you looked, Percy's blue orbs widened at the sight of you, as he stood up from the couch and assumed a somewhat menacing pose in front of you. He informed you that he was forbidding you from going out like that, as the protective older brother instinct kicked in. You rolled your eyes at his remark, asking him to tell you what was so bad about your outfit. Bad idea on your part, as Percy began looking you over, naming basically every single part of your outfit as wrong and not suitable.

"Look, Percy, I appreciate you caring about me and being a protective big brother, but I'm not wearing my workout clothes on a date. I'm off and ill be seeing you later. Don't wait up."

You added with a wink, knowing that joke was going to piss your brother off even more, and you were really having a crack out of bugging him.

Leo's jaw dropped when he saw you. He spent most of the night telling you how beautiful you were, followed by a crimson blush that would appear on your lips. The picnic he prepared was beautiful and you were feeling very comfortable and relaxed in his company. You couldn't help but mirror his smile every time he looked at you. Through talking together you realised that you have so much in common and you felt tingles shoot down your spine when you felt Leo snake his arm around your waist and pull you closer to him. You leaned your head on his shoulder and you felt his body warmth radiating towards you, warming you up, as you started feeling a bit chilly.

"I'm really glad I met you, and that you said yes to this date."

You said you were also glad to be with him, felt Leo smile against your forehead as he leaned in, making you close your eyes for a moment, before you lifted your head to look him in the face, gasping slightly when you noticed that your faces were only inches away, and you felt Leo lean towards you and connect his lips with yours. You smiled into the kiss and felt yourself melting in his touch. Your relationship was beginning and you were feeling like you're floating on clouds.

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@cokecola4211 I don't know if there is any mention of Leo in the Percy Jackson movies, so I used this gif I've found when I googled him 😊

Edit: I forgot to put in the first time that Madelaine Petsch was elected the face claim for this imagine, which is why I wrote about the red hair and all that 😂😉

#leo valdez #leo valdez imagine #leo valdez x reader #percy jackson #Percy Jackon and the Olympians #percy jackson imagine #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson leo

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imthequeenofcordonia · 4 years

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For the man who has everything

This is my contribution to @choicesfebruarychallenge that’s being hosted by the amazing @bi-cookie and @cxld-play. The prompt is: Karaoke. Thank you for including us all.

Paring: Drake x OC (Lily Rys)

Word count: 1,573

Warnings: Brief talk about mental health.

A/N: All characters belong to Pixelberry other than Lily.

Permatag: @desiree---1986

Drake and lily tags: @addictedtodrakefanfic, @msjr0119

“So we’re being joined by Crown Prince Leo and his younger sister, Princess Lily,” the Radio host, Gary Hall- a friend of Ana Di Luca’s and the host of Cordonia’s most popular radio station spoke into his microphone in front of him as he adjusted his headphones so they were more comfortable.

He turned to the royal siblings, “Thank you for coming.”

“Thank you for having us,” Lily answered.

“First things first, Leo congratulations on your engagement to Countess Madeleine.”

“Thank you,” Leo smiled.

“You and the Countess just arrived back from a very successful engagement tour. You got some extraordinary press because of it.

“We did,” Leo nodded, “It went better than we expected it too. We’re both really happy about how well it went.”

Gary nodded and turned to Lily. “Lily you also just finished your first solo tour, tell us about that.”

“It was fantastic. As you said, it was my first solo tour, I went to Aunernal, i was actually able to stay a couple of days longer than was intended and got to see where my mother grew up. Like Leo’s tour I got some amazing press and it went really well,” she explained.

“When was the last time you visited Auvernal?” Gary asked.

Lil thought for a second, “I was about seven it was just before my mother passed away.”

“Now the big reason we invited you is because of your mental health campaign. Lily you’ve been quite open about what you've struggled with in the past.”

Lily nodded, “Yeah, i think if we’re going to be telling people to open up and talk about it, it would be hypocritical if i didn't do it myself. These types of things kind of go both ways, you can’t tell someone to do something and do the complete opposite.”

“It’s a very brave thing to do,” Gary noted.

“In a way it was but it needed to happen to show that everyone, no matter who you or where you come from, that mental health issues can affect you. We’re always taught how to look after our bodies but we really need to know how to look after ourselves mentally too and how to talk about it if you are struggling,” She explained.

“Like your tours the campaign is getting a lot of attention and people are talking about it,” Gary mentioned.

“That’s exactly what we want. I couldn't be happier with how it’s going.”

“Good. Now you two agreed to answer some questions that people have texted in.”

“Yep,” Leo nodded.

“Are we going to regret this?” Lily asked.

“Quite possibly,” Gary teased. “Okay first question comes from a woman called jenny. She wants to know if you’re allowed phones?”

Leo laughed, “We are yeah.”

“Really?” Gary asked, “Have you got a family whatsapp group?”

“No, but I would love that,” Lily said, turning to her brother, “Should we get Liam, Dad and Regina to get in on It too?”

“I don't think that’s gonna happen,” Leo said, shaking his head with a grin.

“Next question is from Michael. He wants to know if Leo and Liam were in a fight, who would win?”

Leo shrugged, “Me, obviously.”

“I sense a little bit of sibling rivalry going on?”

“Just a bit,” Leo revealed, smiling.

“ He also wants to know if all three of you were in a fight, who would win then?”

“Lily,” Leo answered.

“Why?” Gary asked.

“I did mixed martial arts for about six years. I could take them both,” Lily said, rather confidently.

“I am learning so much,” Gary said excitedly. “This is the highlight of my career. Okay, we’ve got a couple more. These are one i actually want to know. Kate wants to know what you watch on TV? Do you watch stuff on royalty and you’re like, it’s not like that at all?”

Lily laughed, “Funnily enough i started watching The Crown the other week and yeah, I mean I've met the British royal family and it is kind of accurate.”

“Did you watch that movie called ‘Queen Eleanor’? Was that accurate? Because that is based on your life.”

“I have seen it,” she nodded, “There’s a few little bits in there that quite how it happened but for the most part it’s spot on.”

“Do you watch anything else?”

“I love Supernatural. I’m three seasons behind, i really need to get on that.”

“What about you Leo?” Gary asked.

“Me and Madeline have just finished Game of Thrones. We were a little bit behind, just finished it last night.”

“I haven't watched it,” lily chimed in.

“You should,” Leo advised.

“It is good. Now we’ve got two more. David asked if you’re allowed to order takeaways?”

“Yes,” Lily nodded.

“They must never believe you when you order it to the palace.”

“We don't actually order it to the palace. Somebody, that is not us, will go and pick it up,” Lily explained. “Or if your Prince Leo, he’ll do it himself.”

“I love how normal you two are,” Gary said, which caused the both of them to laugh.

“We are just people,” Lily said.

“That lives in a palace,” Gary mumbled, “Now, last question before we move on. When we see you out and about you are wearing the most regal of outfits, do you have any comfy clothes?”

“Yeah, definitely,” Leo nodded.

“Those outfits are amazing but sometimes are a little bit uncomfortable,” she revealed, “ Yeah, of course we have comfy stuff we wear at home.”

“Okay,” Gary nodded, “Today is a special day. It’s His Majesty's 70th birthday today.” the siblings nodded. “Do you still buy him presents? What do you buy for the man who has everything?”

“That is the question,” Leo said, turning to his sister.

“It’s hard. Last year Leo brought him a phone.”

“That’s perfect for your whatsapp group,” Gary chimed in.

“He actually spends a lot of time on it,” Lily revealed.

“I can imagine it: him sitting in the palace playing Candy Crush. That’s brilliant, that is.”

“He’s flying through the levels though,” Leo said.

“I was joking. Does he seriously play?”

Lily nodded, “He’s a little addicted to it actually.

“Talking of your father’s birthday: there’s a video going around the internet of you, Lily, singing his favourite song for his birthday from a few years ago.”

Lily hid her face in her hands as her body shook with laughter. When she looked back up, her face was red and her eyes were welling. “Did you have to mention that?” she jokingly scolded, “I was fourteen and this was when i was really getting into music. I was learning how to play the guitar, piano and attending singing lessons. Like we’ve said it’s hard to know what to buy him so I sang him his favourite song.”

“But the thing is you’re actually good,” Gary complemented.

“Thank you,” Lily grinned.

“Singing was a passion of yours, wasnt it?”

“It definitely was. My mother loved to sing when I was a kid, I must get it from her. The rest of the family aren't really into music like I am,” she explained.

“What’s his majesty's favourite song at the minute?”

“Someone you loved by Lewis Capaldi,” Lily explained.

“Really?” Gary asked, his brow furrowing, “I am learning so much right now. The king likes playing Candy Crush and likes Lewis Capaldi, is he a Billie Eilish fan too?”

“Actually he does like to hum the tune to bad guy so maybe,” Lily shrugged.

“So We’ve got a backing track to someone you loved,” Gary told her.

Her brow furrowed, “Okay...Where is this going?”

“I think you know, little sis,” Leo grinned at her.

“We’ve got it from good authority-”

“Our brother,” Leo interrupted.

“That his majesty is listening and we would like to know if you’d sing your dad's favourite song for his birthday? We’ve also got it on good authority that you haven't got him a present yet.”

She sighed, “I feel like i’m going to regret this: I’ll do it.”

Lily put her headphones on, adjusting them so they were properly on her ears and Leo put his on too. Lily scooted her chair closer to the table and leaned in a bit closer to the microphone. “Happy birthday dad.”

The music started to play, Lily focusing on when the right time to jump in was.

“I’m going under and this time i fear there’s no one to save me,” she started, singing into the microphone.

“Wow,” she heard Gary mutter and she continued, focusing intently on what she was making her voice do, remembering all the tricks and techniques she learnt from her teacher.

Finally she came around to the chorus, “Now, the day bleeds into nightfall and you’re not here to get me through it all, I let my guard down and you pulled the rug, I was getting kind of used to being someone you loved.”

And then finally the song drew to a close and the both men applauded the young princess, who smiled gratefully at them, removing the bulky headphones.

“That was a cover of Someone you loved by Lewis Capaldi from the extraordinary Princess Lily Rys!” Gary spoke into the mic.

Lily was grinning widely, getting sidetracked when her phone dinged. She peeked at it to see a text from her boyfriend.

Drake: You were amazing 😉

Which only caused her grin to grow wider.

#choicesfebruarychallenge #drake x oc #trr #trr Drake #the royal romance fanfic #choices fanfiction #choices:stories you play

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hello pretty peeps ! i’m already so happy n excited 2 be here tysm for the warm welcome 🥺🥰my name’s dani , i’m 20 & i reside in torONTO / the 6ix / best city in da world , which puts me in the est tz ! i’m obsessed w machine gun kelly n that’s really all you need to know about me SJFDSFS . but i’m super excited 2 be bringing my babyg paycie , she’s a wild card but also a lil sunflower & all the more info about her is under the cut + some wanted connections ! like this & i’ll slide in those dms to plot bc i wanna plot w every single one of u or you can also msg me on discord @𝒎𝒈𝒌'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 .#1958 !! ♡ ♡ ♡

» • * — ( madison beer , cisfemale , she/her ) . i think i hear righteous by juice wrld coming from apartment 2308. doesn’t paycie miller live there ?? i heard they are a twenty one year old student/model from manhattan , nyc , but they’ve been living in the apartments for three years . they come across a bit - reticent and - stubborn , but they also seem like they could be + quixotic and + adroit . whenever i see them , i think of hoop earrings , graphic tees & red roses . oh , and don’t forget to follow them on instagram at @payciem !

* 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑠 .

full name : paycie anne miller .

age : twenty - one .

astrological chart : libra sun , aquarius moon , leo rising .

hometown : manhattan , new york .

sexual orientation : pansexual .

character inspo : lexie grey ( grey’s anatomy ) , brooke davis ( one tree hill ) , moe ( lemonade mouth ) , mariana adams foster ( the fosters ) .

* 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 & 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ( death tw ) .

ok here we go

paycie was born an only child to the most loving parents

born and raised here in manhattan

her mom was an aspiring model when she met paycie’s rockstar father

they got married only after knowing eachother for a few months , but they were so deeply in love it didn’t even matter

they had paycie about a year after being married

and they couldn’t have been happier to have a lil girl!!

her mom and her were two peas in a pod growing up , her dad would always find them playing dress up together , doing eachother’s makeup , etc

they acted much more like best friends than like a mom/daughter , but there was never a problem w it

paycie was a very well behaved child , always having a soft demeanour even from the very beginning

so ya growing up was great for her , her dad’s career was at it’s peak , her mom stayed home to take care of paycie , so she always had her mom around , she ended up in private school that she enjoyed , made lots of friends & couldn’t have wished for anything in life

( death & car accident tw ) fast forward , paycie’s now 17 , while her dad’s away on tour , her mom dies suddenly in a car accident . this was by far the worst day of paycie’s life , she never in a million years imagined that her mom would be taken from her , and with absolutely no warning

her best friend in the whole world was gone and she had no idea how to move on from that

obviously her dad’s tour was cancelled & the tabloids went crazy with the story

the two of them struggled to get any privacy , paparazzi always waiting outside their house , etc sstuff like that

it was horrible n they hated it

but paycie quickly fell into a depression, stopped going to school , BARELY made it through her senior year but by some miracle she did end up graduating ( she didn’t attend however )

( anxiety tw ) she had to go on medication for depression & anxiety during this time as well , as she was struggling w panic attacks and such and still does sometimes to this day

her dad’s career diminished because he too was lost without her to work , & he wanted to stay home 24/7 to take care of paycie

it took a long time for the two of them to be able to figure out how to continue living life , but they did it together & as a united front

paycie and her father’s relationship continued to grow much stronger after her mom’s death , obviously both of them needing eachother to lean on

fast forward abt a year or two paycie decides she wants to go to college to study fashion , something her mom always loved & got paycie interested in

she’s taking a few music courses as well

so now she’s here living in her lil apartment that she adores and trying to live a simple life .

she really hadn’t been interested in being in the spotlight like her dad was , although her instagram following is what allowed her to gain modelling gigs after she turned 18 , being able to book a few big ones , to get money to help pay her tuition and other expenses

she enjoys it a lot but at the same time lowkey hates the idea of being famous , after how the media had such a big affect on her w her mother’s death

so she’s conflicted and tries to focus on school most of the time

* 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦 & ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 .

paycie is a very kind and gentle soul

she’s quiet and tends to keep her thoughts to herself , when she’s around people she doesn’t know well

don’t get me wrong she can converse very well , but when it comes to meaningful conversations , you’ll only get that out of her if she completely trusts you

ummm she wears her heart on her sleeve tho and dreams of an epic love like her parents had although she gets scared of being hurt the way her dad was

which stops her from forming attachments easily

but at the same time her heart is so huge she can quickly form a soft spot for people once she gets to know them

if you’re her friend she will literally go to the ends of the earth for u , she will do anything for the people she cares about

she’s always experimenting w different outfits !

but she also loves hanging out in a hoodie and sweatpants w her hair in a messy ass bun , it’s her fave

on the weekend you’ll likely find her watching friends for the 100000 time in her apartment w a box of donuts

she does love to have fun and go out and get drunk w her girls and dance all night yk , 21 year old stuff <3

i’m still developing her always but yAH .

* 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 .

i want all da connections pls so like if u have anything ur dying for lmk & paycie can fill it ! i also have my own wanted connections HERE , so pls come plot w me hehe ♡

& ty for reading this whole ass mess , ily !

#ten23.intro #hii <3

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