Nico approaches Leo as he's completing some final preparations with Festus.
"Hey," Nico says.
Leo finishes sealing a panel before looking at him.
"I- I reacted badly earlier," Nico says when Leo doesn't say anything. "I shouldn't have done that."
"You shouldn't," Leo agrees.
"Right," Nico says. "I just- I was so angry, after you died. I wish you had told me about your plan. That you hadn't left me in the dark."
The sun is setting, and in the fading light, Leo's brown eyes seem black as he looks at Nico. His dark gaze scans Nico's face, looking more present and alert than Nico's seen Leo look all day.
"I see," Leo finally says. "Anything else?"
Nico fumbles for a moment, because he'd expected... something. A resolution, or an acknowledgement or just an end to the emotions churning in his chest everytime he thought about this.
He meets Leo's gaze, that patient, still gaze that is nothing like he used to be in his past life, so very aware of everything about this moment. The torch light reflecting in the other demigod's eyes, the still crumpled fabric covering his chest, the winter chill in the air and the way Leo's breath streams out as a slow white mass while Nico's is barely more than a thin wisp of translucent vapor.
He's pictured this moment so many times, but though Leo is paying clear attention to him, he feels as unreachable as he was just the day before. Like Nico doesn't know how to reach between them, or is lacking some passcode he didn't know he needed. It has something sick and hot turning in his gut, but he keeps a handle on himself this time.
"No, I guess not," Nico finally answers the question.
Leo looks... not disappointed, but like that might have been the expression, once.
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Or part of a wip featuring fucked up repercussions of resurrection and venting frustrations about what the heck was going on with Nico’s reaction to Leo’s death
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i was telling @novelcain the hc ive seen a few ppl adopt of Aziraphale being Santa and Crowley being Krampus. You wanna know what it said?
It's the opposite.
Crowley is Santa cuz he thought it'd be funny to break into people's houses and leave shit instead of taking it. But it backfired and he ended up becoming legend.
And Aziraphale is Krampus cuz, while trying to "fix" Crowely's "misdeeds" he accidentally, somehow, took a kid as well. He returned the kid of course, but it spiraled into it's own legend regardless.
I am in love with my partner so much rn. They are very big brain.
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to the thawing wind | 8k | M rating
written for the tropes challenge hosted by @its-a-queer-thing | tropes: dystopian/post-apocalypse, misunderstanding, hurt/comfort
Living and working in the icy chill of an endless winter, Ian and his family are assigned to work the farms to bolster food supply. They live quietly enough, following the rules, until Mickey and Mandy Milkovich (with all their secrets) are moved in across the road.
read here on ao3
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i typically only like to write bakugou who is on-his-knees obsessed with you, but lately i've been thinking about him letting us in 🥺 and it's not that he does or doesn't have eyes for us, it's just not something he allows, because he's so caught up in his job 🥺 and you're nice and fine, but he doesn't let it go further than that 🥺
until it's after the agency christmas party and everyone is getting ready to go home. and you've had a little bit to drink, enough to give you some liquid confidence, and you happen to see dynamight in his office, finishing up on work that can—and should—wait until monday.
you pop into his doorway like, "hey, can i tell you something terrible?"
all you get is a soft grunt of acknowledgement, as he ruffles around in his draw for some odd thing, and he only looks up at you when you don't speak right away. eyebrows raised in waiting, face calm, a little tired, and he watches you shuffle slowly into his office, frowning when you sit at the edge of his desk.
"i actually really, really like you, you know?"
and—his brain shuts off. no thoughts, nothing. partially as a defense mechanism, to not allow himself to get caught up in some confession, and partially because—he can't believe it. yeah, passes are made at him semi-regularly and he's grown accustomed to ignoring them, but this is from you, his little event planner. someone that does their job well and has good work ethic, that takes what they do seriously and with great care.
someone he wouldn't expect to look at him in such a way. someone that wouldn't bullshit him.
you say that it's terrible, but you're smiling anyway, shaking your head at the look that must cross his face. "you're so—hardworking, you know? and you're funny and i like working for you. you're a good employer, bakugou."
it makes his stomach twist, then, the way you say his name. not sir or dynamight, but his real name.
"and you're super handsome, of course." you laugh, missing the pink flush on his face as you watch your twiddling fingers. "not that i—nothing—i'm not expecting anything from this, by the way, i just—" you shrug, finally looking at him. him, who is slack-jawed with wide-eyes, that is speechless. "just wanted to let you know, i guess."
and then you're gone, giving him a small, shy wave and letting out another nervous laugh before disappearing down the hallway. leaving him to sit in the silence by himself, wondering what it would feel like to accept you, finally.
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