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capricornrisingsstuff · 1 year

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I’m like a lawyer with the way I’m always trying to get you off

lawyer!eddie x fem reader

Thank you once again to @oneforthemunny for sparking this lil idea of mine.

If I get enough inspiration I may build up on this in separate drabbles lol

Contains: MNDI, adult language, fluff, kissing, dom/sub dynamics, Eddie being a legal version of his mafia!eddie persona, there’s also beef with Jason Carver. Younger!reader and older!eddie, use of pet names. Mentions of parental death. Fem reader. Reader is 25, Eddie is 40.

Prompt: Eddie is the most cutthroat lawyer in town, you are the court stenographer. Eddie is in the process of getting Jason Carver thrown into prison for embezzlement but…Jason is your uncle (yikes). Will family loyalty overthrow your adoration for Eddie’s flair for the dramatic (and his baby cow eyes)?

Hawkins Indiana County Court

As your heels, fresh from the summer Starcourt annual sale, click-clacked along the marble floor of the courtroom, you let out a huff of frustration. Your files and binders heavy in your arms, an amount of spare paper only authors could dream of, being dragged by your side in your carry case, you were desperate to impress. You didn’t forego nice manicures or acrylic nails for nothing; not to mention the gruelling unpaid internships in legal firms across Hawkins and the insufferable “legal eagles” who looked at you like you were the freshest piece of meat dropped into the enclosure. You were here to make an impression, you were here to win and you were here to be the best court stenographer Hawkins Indiana County Court had ever witnessed.

One small problem stood in your way of conquering today-scratch that, make it one small problem and one rather big problem; your uncle was up in court today for embezzlement and you were the only stenographer without a case today, therefore you were assigned it. The big problem, came in the form of a messy bun, big brown eyes and a dazzling grin…that of Edward “Eddie” Munson. “Don’t even think about him, don’t even think about him, don’t even think abou-“ your internal mantra was broken by a wall of Armani fine tailoring, Versace cologne and an Italian leather briefcase, making you stagger to the side on your heels. “Whoa there Bambi, can’t go down on the ice while you’re not even ahead yet can you?”. You glanced down at the hand gripping your arm-fine silver rings with intricate details on every finger.

“I can assure you Mr Munson, I’m f-fine”, you stuttered as you pulled yourself up and gained composure. “Well well well, the youngest of the Carver bloodline…are you preparing to watch your uncle make like the Romans and fail miserably in the ring of justice?” he mused, while he checked his Rolex watch. “Speaking of darlin’ ten minutes and the show starts. You go ahead of me so we aren’t seen walking in together” (and so I can watch that peachy ass of yours sway in that illegally tight pencil skirt he thought), as you made your way to your position in the courtroom.

As the witnesses, the jury and the judges piled in, you tried to suppress your emotions as your uncle was brought into the courtroom in handcuffs. Jason Carver had always been good to you and your mother, particularly when your dad passed away. He single handedly solved your mortgage problems, there was a new car on the drive and your bank account was healthy enough for you to take on your internships. Everything was above board…apart from the government and industry documents found in his safe when his home was raided on the embezzlement suspicion. And now all you can do is sit and watch (or rather type) as his reputation went down the drain in one fell swoop of the theatrics of the prosecution-Eddie. Eddie Munson, Jason’s high school tormentee. How this must taste so sweet to him, you thought as you settled behind your keyboard.

You don’t even know how you made it through the trial being able to see through the line of tears that threatened to spill onto your keyboard. Years of pent up aggression, hate and disdain all came out in Eddie’s defence. He didn’t leave Jason the lickings of a dog; it was as if he was moderating one of those dungeon games he was famous for back in high school. He was even making the jury wince at the cutthroat facts he was spitting about the case. Unfortunately, you found yourself typing the words *jason carver* *I sentence you to* *15 years in prison with right to parole*. You allowed yourself one last look at your uncle as he was lead back to his cell; your eyes meeting with the theatrical professional that is Eddie, standing behind him. In a last ditch attempt to retain your composure, you haphazardly gathered up your things.

As you glanced up, Eddie was gone. Your shoulders slumped with relief as you made your way out of the courtroom, you were the only one left in the room so decided to be leisurely about your pace, rather than hastily like earlier. Rounding the corner to the executive legal offices where your reports are filed and sent off for printing, the door marked “E.Munson Esq.” in gold lettering swung open. You didn’t even get a chance to breathe with the speed at which you were dragged into the room. “M-Mr M-Munson wha-“ you stammered as you heard the brass lock of the door click shut and your knees met the edge of the leather bound desk. “M-M-Mr Munson”, Eddie mocked, mirroring the pout that was on your face as he caged you in to the side or his desk with his arms either side of you. “Darlin’”, he drawled, as the palm of his hand ran it’s way up your skirt and along your thighs, “I just wanted to apologise. For putting Bambi’s uncle away for a really long time”, he whispered, as he leaned into you more, causing you to part your legs instinctively to make room for him.

“Are you scared honey? Are you sad that your uncle has gone away and left you? You’ll have to earn your own money now sweetheart won’t you?” He cooed as his fingers trailed their way along the crook of your neck. “I-I make my own money tha-thank you very much”, you tried to sound confident but the touch of his fingers only brought out a whine from you. “Hmmm well in my courtroom Bambi, the judge disagrees with that evidence…if you want to get off for free, with riches and privileges, I can be the one to set you that retainer”, he muttered as his lips softly met your neck. “In the eyes of my law Bambi, you’re mine. And you’re in for a very very long stint of being in handcuffs and wet panties”.

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finalgirlguy · 5 years

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A list of things

Pairing: Prinxiety

Words: 4504

Tw: getting drunk

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Roman Prince loves arriving home early. On those happy days the café he works at is empty, his boss lets him check out half an hour earlier, and he gets to come earlier home, he gets to surprise Virgil.

Usually, Virgil arrives home at 4:45, then Roman at 5:30, then Logan and Patton arrive together at 5:45, since they work at the same part of the city and Logan is the only one of the group to own a car. When Roman gets to arrive home at 5, however, he can sneak up behind Virgil, purely for the sake of watching Virgil laugh after the scare.

Which is exactly what Roman is going to do now.

He silently opens the apartment door, doing the least noise he can. Virgil is on the kitchen, humming Our Love Is God, from Heathers.

Roman can’t help but chuckle. He just finds it adorable that Virgil keeps getting Heathers songs stuck in his head after last summer.

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Roman may work at a café, but that gig is purely for money. What Roman does for a profession is act. You can tell that from, well, every single dramatic part of him. Last summer, he got the chance to participate in a local production of Heathers, as JD, and had come to Virgil asking for help memorizing his lines. He could have asked Logan or Patton for help, but a)Virgil, as much as he liked to hide it, also had a dramatic touch, and b)Roman really liked hearing Virgil sing.

So they would sit in Roman’s room, Virgil would read Veronica’s lines, and Roman would read Jason Dean’s (they focused mainly on the scenes where there was Veronica-JD conversations, because Roman insisted it was the romantic part of his character that he needed to improve). When the time came to present the show, Virgil borrowed Roman his leather jacket for the costume. Sure, JD originally used a black coat, not a black jacket, but the costume department was short on money and the first show would be that night. So Roman came running to Virgil, hoping he would have something as dark and broody as the role required.

The opening night was a success. Logan, Patton, Virgil and Roman’s close friends and family all came to watch him. After the play, everyone he loved came to congratulate and compliment him. After the massive group of people went away, Virgil approached him. The first thing he did was grab the open front of the jacket, accidentally yanking Roman closer.

Roman actually thought for a second Virgil was going to kiss him. But when the stupid romantic part of his brain shut up, he realized Virgil was analyzing the state of the jacket.

“I was careful, Emo Nightmare” Virgil murmured something about the actress that played Veronica yanking it away during the sex scene, his hands never leaving the jacket. Not that Roman was complaining “The director was able to find a coat, by the way, so I won’t need it anymore. Thanks for borrowing it to me.”

Virgil finally lowered his hands, and said something about Roman already having thanked him 14 times. Roman didn’t hear, he was too busy missing the closeness of Virgil’s body.

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Roman silently approaches Virgil’s back, who is too busy doing the dishes to notice. He leans over and whispers on Virgil’s ear:

“Hey, tormenta”

Virgil nearly jumps out of his skin, turning around to face a smirking Roman, who is now putting his hands on the side of the sink, both very close to Virgil’s waist but never touching, so he can lean in and see Virgil’s eyes beneath his bangs.

Virgil laughs, and Roman’s heart, unexpectedly, skips a beat.

“Hey, príncipe” the Spanish nickname rolls off of Virgil’s tongue way better than Roman’s.

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In September, after Heathers was over, and Roman was desperate to find anything to occupy his time, he watched In The Heights, and decided he wanted to learn Spanish.

Virgil, who had Argentinian parents, was fluent in Spanish, and needed the money, decided to teach Roman.

Everyday, for the entire month of September, when Roman’s work ended, they would sit at the café, Roman would ask for hybiscus tea and Virgil for coffee, and they would start their class.

Roman didn’t learn much. Just very romantic lines, basic stuff, and how to say storm in Spanish.

The plan was for Roman to be smug when saying it, but Virgil enjoyed the Spanish nickname, and decided to give Roman his own. Roman, however, goes weak in the knees every time he gets called príncipe.

Roman’s insistence on romantic lines was perhaps not a genius plan, because he still lies awake in the middle of the night thinking about Virgil calling him amor de mi vida.

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“You got home early” Virgil says, still smiling.

“Complaining?” Roman asks, pouting, only to hear the answer.

“Never” That was expected, and exactly what Roman wanted to hear, but he still feels heat crawling up his face “That reminds me, Logan and Patton called, they’ll be spending the weekend at Patton’s parents, so it’s just me and you” Roman raises an eyebrow, hoping Virgil would suggest what they usually did when Logan and Patton were away “So... beer, Japanese food and a movie?”

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It wasn’t unordinary for Roman and Virgil to get drunk together. Usually, after Roman played on a show, they’d go out to celebrate with Logan and Patton on a fairly nice restaurant. After they returned home, Logan and Patton went to bed, and they stayed in the living room, drinking cheap wine.

They hanged out at more times than just after shows. After a hard month. After a party. After the movies. When Logan and Patton were off.

Truth is, Roman liked getting drunk around Virgil. They would talk about everything and nothing. They would talk about stars and Virgil would speak as if he knew every secret of the universe. They would talk about finding love and Roman would speak as if he hadn’t already found it. They would talk about insecurities and songs and style and fears. Roman liked it.

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“Oh my, Virgil, are you asking me on a date?” Roman fakes surprise, acting as though this wasn’t expected.

“Shut up, príncipe” Roman lives to see Virgil blushing, and is childishly happy to see the emo’s cheeks tainted a light shade of pink.

Virgil grabs Roman’s wrists (his hands, Roman realizes, are cold from washing the dishes) and takes Roman’s hands away from his sides, so he could move towards the kitchen counter.

“I’ll order it, clean up the rest of the dishes”

Roman thinks about arguing, but drops it, and starts cleaning the counter, which still has the plates and cups from that day’s breakfast.

Roman smiles fondly when he finds a purple stain beneath one of the mugs.

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Despite being 25, Roman and Virgil were very childish.

One occasion that always proved this was the usual food fight they’d have during breakfast.

Roman would say something stupid, or Virgil would say something broody, and they’d get hit on the face with a fruit. The one who was hit would immediately retaliate, and soon half of the bowl of fruits would be gone, the table would be a mess, and they’d both be laughing like idiots.

This morning, Virgil was staring at his cup of coffee, like he usually did at the morning, and Roman was staring at Virgil, like he usually did. When Logan asked Virgil a question, and he replied with the prettiest morning voice ever, Roman couldn’t contain himself: he threw a blueberry straight at Virgil’s face.

“Stop being cute” Roman complained, getting immediately hit by another blueberry.

“Stop being insufferable” Virgil laughed.

This time, Patton was quicker, and quickly pulled the bowl of blueberries away from them, ending their little fight way sooner than Roman desired.

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Virgil finishes ordering, and comes back to help Roman clean the dishes. When they’re finished, they start asking about each other’s day.

“A new guy started working today” Virgil mentions, after some time. Roman’s heart drops.

“Is he cute?” Roman asks, trying to not add poison to his voice. He really needs to work on his jealousy.

“Nah, not really my type” Virgil answers, and Roman starts breathing again.

“Ugh, is no one ever your type?” Roman groans. Virgil being into a guy was the opposite of fun for him, but he’s really curious to know what Virgil found attractive. If only so he could know what was wrong with himself.

“Dunno, Roman” Virgil shrugs “Maybe I’m just meant to be single. Like a cute guy would actually be into me” he huffs, seeming annoyed by this conversation they’d had a million times.

Roman can’t find any way to argue with that besides confessing his infatuation, and he’d rather not do that.

When the delivery finally arrives, the sun is already setting through the living room window.

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Roman loved the way Virgil was satisfied with the most simple things. Like stars, or tea, or sunsets.

Roman was more of a sunrise type of guy. The energy that emanated from the beginning of the day always made him ecstatic. Virgil, in an eternal opposite to Roman, preferred sunsets.

The living room window has a nice view of the city, and the view always increased during sunset. Every building was painted with light shades of pink and orange and purple.

(Was it an essential point to Roman that sunsets were a combination of his and Virgil’s color palettes, the reds and oranges mixing with the purples? Yes)

Every time Virgil passed that window during sunset, he would stop to admire it, tranquility taking over his face. And, well, Roman would stop and admire him.

Soon, Roman started loving sunsets as well as sunrises.

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While Virgil opens the door, Roman turns on the TV and takes the beers out of the freezer.

Virgil comes back with a plastic bag in his hands, and smiles when he sees the title that shows up.

As they both sit down at the sofa with a bowl of Yakisoba for each, and the movie starts playing, Roman turns toward Virgil, waiting for his reaction.

Mere moments later, the dark and scary boy starts chanting:

“This is Halloween! This is Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!”

Nightmare Before Christmas is, and always will be, a compromise between Roman’s cheerfulness and dramatics and Virgil’s sinisterness and spookiness. Roman is Christmas, and Virgil is Halloween.

Roman got Virgil a Nightmare Before Christmas sweater last Christmas. Virgil doesn’t really wear it, but Roman doesn’t complain. He got to see Virgil wear it once, and he looked very pretty. Plus, it’s really hard to wash that thing.

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Virgil hated doing laundry alone. Roman noticed how he never went by himself, always waited until Logan, Roman or Patton were going down to the local laundry and tagged along.

So whenever Roman went to do laundry, he checked to see if Virgil needed to go with him.

Logan insisted on calling those “laundry dates”, what was not a fair thing to do when Roman was known for blushing easily. Nevertheless, he persisted, and, almost every time Roman did laundry, Virgil joined him.

Roman thought it would be like that Friends episode with Ross and Rachel, but it wasn’t exactly nearly kissing over laundry carts.

First of, Virgil knew how to do laundry. He had life experience, unlike Rachel, so he didn’t get surprised with anything Roman did.

Second, they were never really alone. There was always someone else doing laundry.

Even so, Roman loved it. He loved Virgil’s company. He loved talking to Virgil. Sometimes, they would go to a nearby café while they waited. And, well, there might not be near-kisses and random outbursts of happiness, but Roman surprisingly enjoyed the casualness and simpleness of quiet but happy dates—even though he would never call them that out loud.

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The food is surprisingly tasty. They should order more from this restaurant.

“Want my shrimps?” Virgil asks.

“Always”

It is universal knowledge, at least in this household, that Roman loves shrimps. Virgil doesn’t care about them. Whenever they’d ask something with shrimps, Roman ate his and most of Virgil’s.

Virgil extends his arm, holding a shrimp in his fork, planning to drop it at Roman’s bowl. The tall man, however, is faster, and bites it out of the fork.

“What are you, 12?” Virgil laughs, and Roman promises, as long as he’s alive, he’ll do anything to make Virgil smile.

“Yes, 12 out of 10”

Virgil scoffs, but his eyes soon widen as his gaze lower towards Roman’s chest.

“Oh crap!”

Roman’s impeccable white shirt has a stain from the Yakisoba sauce. And that kind of sauce could stain permanently.

Roman takes out his shirt and rushes towards the sink to try and wash out the stain.

When he’s satisfied with the state of the shirt, he comes back to the living room. He would be lying if he said he doesn’t feel a burst of pride as Virgil’s eyes darted over his bare chest.

Roman is muscular. That, no one else could deny. Only from going to the gym, though. Sports were not his area.

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Once, after Roman nearly started a fight at a bar, and Virgil had to drag him back to the apartment, he insisted on teaching Roman how to fight.

“Do you even know how to fight?” Virgil had asked, worry and annoyance coating his voice.

Roman drunkily shook his head, ashamed. He didn’t really want Virgil to know he was not a perfect knight in shining armor. I mean, Virgil obviously knew, but having to say it was slightly humiliating.

Virgil sighed, and started moving the furniture on the living room, creating an empty circle. Roman stared at him in confusion until Virgil gestured for Roman to join him inside the circle. The shorter boy lifted his hands towards his face.

“If anyone swings at you, protect your face like this” Roman mimicked the movement. Virgil lightly hit him, making Roman raise his arms. Virgil seemed satisfied with that, so he lowered his hands.

Virgil thought Roman how to punch and where to hit. And, Roman thought, Virgil was really hot when he was intimidating.

“How did you even learn all of this anyway?” Roman wondered.

Virgil looked him over, his bangs falling over his eyes. Roman fought the urge to swipe them out of his face “Fight or flight, remember? Sometimes flight isn’t an option”

Roman nodded, too tired and drunk to process anything other than the fact that Virgil’s hair was touching his surprisingly long eyelashes.

“Lay down” Virgil ordered, and Roman immediately obeyed, with his stomach up. However, nothing could have prepared Roman for the fact that Virgil slid one of his legs around Roman and sat on the beginning of his stomach, setting his weight on his heels, so he would not crush Roman. Like that skinny boy could crush Roman.

“Wow, buy me dinner first” Roman teased, because Virgil was on top of him, and all his brain could think was how soft the corners of Virgil’s mouth seemed and how he wished there were less clothes involved.

Virgil set his hands next to Roman’s head and leaned forward, in an attempt to even out his weight. Now his hair brushed against Roman’s eyebrows and Roman would have smirked at Virgil’s blushing if he hadn’t know he was furiously blushing as well.

Virgil was wearing black lipstick, Roman remembers that detail very well. Black, matte lipstick, that still hadn’t faded, despite the drinks they’d had at the bar. All it would take was for Roman to lean up a couple of inches, and their mouths would meet, and he could happily ruin Virgil’s intact lipstick.

And wow did he want to kiss Virgil. His entire brain shut down and there was just a very loud and persistent voice yelling for Roman to kiss him, kiss him, kiss him! Roman wanted to kiss Virgil, he wanted to do nothing else until there was no space between their bodies and it would still not feel enough, he wanted to not think of anything but the fact that Virgil’s mouth was on his and that this felt right.

But then Virgil started talking again, and he had to focus at least a little bit.

“If someone gets on top of you on a fight, drive your knees into their backs as hard as you can” Roman nodded, almost decently following along “Try to do it with me”

After some struggle, Roman was able to get on top of Virgil. Now this, this was something he could deal with. A smirk managed it’s way around his face as he saw Virgil blush as well.

“Not so confident now, huh?” Roman teased, leaning forward in a way that some, very blind people, could describe as not romantic, but instead, intimidating.

Before he knew what had happened, Virgil had already pushed him off, and they were back to practicing punches standing up.

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“You’re gonna catch a cold, Roman”

Roman groans “Do you always have to be so worried, I’ll just grab a blanket, okay?”

Virgil still seems suspicious about that plan (and Roman can’t have imagined the way Virgil gazed at his chest again), but either way he grabs a blanket from the basket near the sofa, it’s purple shade perfectly matching Virgil’s hair.

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Roman had always been a dramatic, flamboyant, impulsive kind of guy. One day, after a burst of Why Not?, Roman decided he was going to dye his hair the shades of the rainbow. He bought every color at the drugstore, arrived home, and, after a bit of struggle, left the bathroom with every color in the rainbow on his hair.

Virgil loved it. Not all of the colors, but the ideia of painting his hair. When Roman offered to paint his hair with the leftover purple paint, Virgil was more than ecstatic.

They suited themselves at the tiny apartment bathroom, and the process begun.

(Virgil had to take his shirt out so it wouldn’t stain, and that definitely made it very hard for Roman to focus on the task at hand)

When the job was done, and Virgil looked at the mirror, he was quite anxious about the ideia. Roman, however, thought he looked stunning, and could not hold back his thoughts.

“You look... magnificent” Roman whispered. Virgil gave that shy smile of his, and all Roman could think was I love him.

That was back in March. Roman had to dye his hair brown for the role of JD, but Virgil continued painting his hair purple.

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The movie goes on, and the night gets colder. At a certain point, Roman accidentally touches Virgil’s feet, and yelps at their coldness.

“And you complain about me? You’ll get a cold as well if you don’t get warm! Get under this blanket right now, Daniel Scowell!”

Virgil relutantly wiggles close to Roman, their arms nearly brushing, and the warmth of Virgil’s body is equally unsettling and calming.

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Virgil smells like cinnamon. Roman knows this as he knows that 2+2=4 and that water is wet. It’s something ingrained in his brain, something that he doubts he will ever forget. Virgil smells like cinnamon is a fact, and although that’s Logan’s area, Roman has this one drilled into his mind.

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Soon, too soon, the movie ends, and Roman has an epiphany.

“I just remembered! Patton made chocolate cake! Do you want some?” It’s barely nine-o-clock, their night can’t end here. Before he can see Virgil’s reaction, Roman is running towards the kitchen, eager to grab a plate. He hears movement behind his back, and when he turns, Virgil is sitting on top of the counter, legs criss-crossed.

“You could sit in a chair like a normal human being, you know” Roman hands Virgil a plate with cake and sits on the counter top as well, his legs dangling. Virgil pokes out a tongue and takes a bite out of the cake, his eyes closing with pleasure, and Roman can’t help but smile. Familiar warmth surges on his neck as Roman realizes he’s staring.

They eat in comfortable silence, every once in a while mentioning something that feels like nothing and everything, like the stars or Roman’s ideal roles.

Virgil takes a bite out of the cake, in the most adorable way Roman could ever imagine, and a smudge of chocolate remains on the side of his mouth. Before he can think about it, Roman’s touching that small place on Virgil’s face.

“You had something there” Roman whispers, but he’s already forgetting everything except the fact that Virgil is close and that he smells like cinnamon and that his cheek is so soft — and now Roman was cupping Virgil’s face, his thumb never leaning that soft spot on the corner of his mouth — and that Virgil had the most beautiful brown eyes and that the sea of freckles on his face looked like the night sky.

This is very very stupid and very very reckless and very very dangerous and very gryffindoor of Roman. Roman opens his mouth to say something — he doesn’t know what, but something — and Virgil leans back, away from Roman’s hand, and he can swear his heart stopped beating.

Of course. They are friends. And would always be. But no more than that. If Roman dreams of kisses under the moonlight that is his problem, and no one else’s, and he has to control his impulses, otherwise he would make Virgil uncomfortable.

Roman lowers his hand, trying for the life of him not to grimace, but it was a fruitless effort, since Virgil doesn’t lift his gaze from his plate for one second.

“So...” Virgil cleans his throat “How was your date?”

Roman plays with his slice of cake, randomly stabbing it, suddenly losing every apetite he had.

Roman tries to forget Virgil. He really does. He goes on dates, he flirts, he asks people out. But, every time he went out with someone, no matter how nice the food or the person was, all Roman could think was that this was not Virgil.

The last guy he went out with was nice, and sweet, and very cute, yes. (What was his name again? Ethan? Roman didn’t remember) But he was not Virgil. His lips didn’t quirk up when he heard a bad joke like Virgil’s did, his eyes didn’t glisten the way Virgil’s did.

He could work well with Roman, as did almost all of Roman’s previous dates. Sweet guys and bold girls and smart guys and girls with shining smiles who could make Roman happy. But Roman knows it is unfair of him to start a relationship when he’s so clearly enamored with someone else, only for the prospect of “you could make me forget him if I try hard enough”.

And, let’s be honest, Roman doesn’t actually want to forget Virgil. He has bursts of loneliness, and decides that maybe making out with strangers would fix it, but it never does, and all he ever thought during those dates was that these people were. Not. Virgil.

“Hmm?” Roman hums, not really playing attention “He was nice. We had crépes.”

“Will you see him again?” Virgil asks, also playing with his food.

Roman thinks of leather jackets and hybiscus tea and cheap wine and sunsets and laundry soap and black lipstick and purple hair dye and cinnamon and chocolate cake and answers:

“No, I don’t think I will”

They eat in silence, but now it’s awkward, the tension between them so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Virgil, would you date me?” Roman shoots, before his brain can have any sort of self control “If we were not friends, I mean” he adds, hoping it would make his question less awkward “If you just saw me on the street, would you think that I’m datable?”

It’s a dumb question, and when Virgil inevitably answers no, Roman will be left crushed. However, despite what Roman is sure will happen, Virgil mumbles:

“Who wouldn’t?”

And oh, Roman can’t breathe now, and oh, maybe he’s dreaming, so he manages to stumble out:

“What?” His voice is hoarse and creaky like all air left his lung, what might be truth.

Virgil raises his gaze, and there is a defiance there that makes Roman’s heart skip a beat “I said ‘who wouldn’t?’ and I meant it, Roman. You go on thousands of dates and meet thousands of people” Virgil’s voice is loud, laced with hurt and desperation “but you never stick to them, why?”

“They never... feel right” Roman mumbles, surprised by the sudden outburst of energy emanating from the usually quieter man.

“Why not?” Virgil seems so desperate, Roman can see small tears forming on the corners of his eyes and suddenly he’s wanting all of this to end, for Virgil’s pain to end “They can’t be bad, all of them, for sure! They are handsome, all of them, because you are cute enough to only go out with pretty people, and are none of them nice, datable people? Are none of them able to hook you? Why?”

“I like someone else!” Roman just wanted all of this to be over with, it was about the 5th time Virgil has asked him this, but never with this much sadness, and Roman didn’t like arguing with Virgil.

Virgil looks taken aback, and something looks shattered within him, grief, or something similar, burning in his eyes, but he’s soon back to near-screaming “Who? Who could be so wonderful that you’re unable to love someone else? Who, pray tell, could be that fucking perfect, who could make you, the guy who is oh-so-goddamn-great with romance, blind to those around you?”

“You!” Roman yells, immediately realizing it, and he can’t feel his face, he can’t feel his lungs, his eyes are burning, somehow his heart is beating faster than anything and not beating at all, and his mind is spinning — not in the good, disorientating way Virgil’s smile does, but in the sickening way that panic does “I lo-“ he cuts himself “It’s you”

Virgil’s eyes are wide, the tears running through his face, but his gaze is focused on Roman’s face, like he just said that magic existed and Virgil is rethinking everything he ever knew.

Then Virgil is leaning in, his hand cupping Roman’s face. As Roman leans forward as well, and their mouths meet, all he can think is finally, finally, finally!

Virgil tastes like beer, and Yakisoba, and chocolate cake, and — there’s an unknown taste there, a Virgil taste. Lemon. It’s lemon chapstick.

On the back of his mind (because Roman can’t really think of anything right now except that Virgil is kissing him!), Roman adds that to the list of things that remind him of Virgil.

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le-amewzing · 5 years

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Unfair

Because I have even an Octavian OTP. :P

Fic: "Unfair" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: one-sided Octavian/Jason Grace, Reyna Avila Ramírez–Arellano, & Juno

Rating: light T

Words: ~1,310

Additional info: romance, angst, 3rd person POV

Summary: There is one person more upset than Reyna to see Jason return as he now is. It's just not fair…

He really hated Percy Jackson.

"Why are we letting them enter New Rome?" Octavian hissed as the gathered crowd settled down for a meal to—ugh—welcome the Greeks.

"Because," Reyna said, "it is an exercise in diplomacy. And what are Romans but diplomats?" The praetor shot him a warning look. "And if you don't like that answer, Octavian, then have another: Because I said so."

He gaped at her, but not for long. Octavian stayed close to the group of newcomers. No way was he convinced that New Rome and Camp Jupiter would be safe with these Greeks around. It was bad enough that Jackson had been made praetor—now Jason was back, alive and well and still praetor. Now there were three praetors! The chaos made Octavian's head hurt. All of his troubles could be traced back to Percy Jackson's arrival.

…well, maybe not all of his troubles, Octavian noted as he stared at those across from him.

There was Jackson, getting snuggly with his troublesome Greek girlfriend. To one side of the couple sat those two insufferable members of the Fifth Cohort and Jackson's Camp Jupiter bosom buddies, Hazel Levesque and Frank Zhang. On the other side of Jackson and his girl were two more unfamiliar, alien faces—Leo Valdez and Piper McLean—and…one achingly familiar face:

Jason Grace.

As if Octavian had called his name, Jason looked up at him, and the augur quickly averted his gaze. The Aphrodite girl looked at him as well, and Octavian seethed as he stared at his plate. If only that girl would disappear!

Funny, he thought to himself. Didn't you have the same thought about Reyna?

Yes, his conscience replied, but you could stand to back down for Reyna because at least she's Roman.

Thinking of his leader, he glanced at Reyna. His heart went out to her. Octavian could see how she gritted her teeth and narrowed her eyes every time McLean ended up with the ongoing conversation's attention.

Octavian also noted how differently Jason treated him. Sitting here, forced to dine with all of them, Octavian caught Jackson's girl remarking on the "budding bromance" between the son of Neptune (Poseidon, whatever) and the son of Jupiter. And Jackson and Jason were indeed getting along, if retorting in response to nearly everything Octavian said, especially about the praetorship, counted. Octavian had had to butt heads with Jackson long enough already—wasn't that bad enough? Now Jason was treating him the exact same way?

It was enough to make Octavian lose his appetite and to make his mouth go dry.

For the augur, this Jason that was readily willing to cede leadership to another was new. This Jason that got along so easily with so many others at once and could speak so easily amongst so many others was new. Octavian recalled a different son of Jupiter, a very different Jason Grace. Octavian remembered the witty banter with Jason when few had been around. Sometimes, even, without anyone around, the banter had turned into flirting. Other times, with no one around and the chance for…"other things," Octavian could recall being able to resist temptation in order to savor the taste of the companionable silence which he'd only ever enjoyed with Jason. That said something, didn't it? That Octavian, who normally went mental thanks to how the others treated him, could relax and be a decent guy with Jason around? That Jason, someone who'd always borne the brunt of camp responsibility, could rest and smile genuinely with the easygoing side of Octavian around? Jason wasn't just the only person who could stand Octavian; he'd been the only person who'd cared about Octavian.

The conversation snapped Octavian out of his reveries as the topic changed to the prophecy and the reason as to why the others had arrived in their trireme. Good gods, Jackson's girlfriend was so rude. Not only to interrupt Octavian's recitation of the prophecy, but to insist that they—Jackson, her, Levesque, Zhang, Valdez, McLean, and Jason—were the seven chosen demigods!

Then the Cyclops and—was that a harpy?—hellhound arrived, and some other prophecy didn't go unnoticed by the augur. But Jackson's girlfriend tried to gloss over it…liar.

How could Jason trust these people? Octavian got it; with his mind wiped and with new influences, Jason would never see Octavian as an equal ever again. Octavian knew that and could grin and bear it. But the least Jason could do was put some faith and trust in Reyna, a person to whom scores of Roman demigods looked up. Yet, without a clear memory of her either, Jason was going to do as he pleased.

In all honesty, this was Juno's fault.

Octavian's mouth grew impossibly drier as he personally condemned the goddess while following Valdez to check out the Greek ship. If the goddess was listening in, then she was probably waiting to hear all that Octavian had to think before smiting him (after all, oracles were replaceable). But if Romans were being forced to work with Greeks, then maybe dying now would be a better choice than to have to someday be forced to fight Jason, because there was no way in the Underworld that the two camps could work together peacefully, and it was becoming awfully clear which side Jason would take if they came to blows.

Do you hear me, Juno? Octavian taunted. This is all your fault. Making Romans and Greeks team up is your solution to defeating Gaea? Nice one. Bringing us together by taking the person most important to me—to us, he quickly corrected. That was cruel, and counterproductive. The augur paused in his line of thought and decided, what the hey, might as well be honest with a deity who sometimes respected honesty. You want the truth? I'll tell you the truth. We were all happier before we knew about the Greeks. I was happier when you weren't Jason's patron. I was happier before you took Jason away from me. He narrowed his eyes at the sky, almost expecting to be blasted right then and there. When nothing happened, he snorted, but he was feeling more sad than sarcastic. Either Juno hadn't liked hearing the embarrassing truth, or Octavian wasn't worth the energy it would take to kill him.

And then, like a whisper in the wind: I know, child. And I'm sorry for all that and more.

Octavian halted right after climbing aboard the Argo II. Had he heard that right? Was his mind playing tricks on him? But he somehow knew that Juno had spoken to him, and she had apologized. Fearsome, almighty Juno had brought herself down to human level and apologized for all that she'd thrown Octavian's way.

Hey, I'm not that apologetic.

He suppressed the nervous laugh that bubbled up in the back of his throat. If Juno was apologizing, then that meant that things wouldn't stay as they currently were, right? Jason might one day revert to his old self, right? Octavian's heart lightened. All right! If Jason would be himself once more, then Octavian could cooperate long enough to defeat Gaea. All of it was fine if he'd get even a scrap of the old Jason (his Jason) back.

But a tingle went up his spine. What Juno had said… "I'm sorry for all that and more…" What did it mean? "All that and more"—it bounced around in his head, like a taunt. All that and more, all that and more, all that and more—the "and more" part definitely was not good.

And Octavian realized how not good it was when the Valdez kid pushed some buttons and opened fire on all of New Rome.

If "and more" meant this…

…then Octavian knew it was going to be a long while before he might see any of the old Jason again.

I wasn't expecting to like them so much, but I DO! X3 Sorry, Jasper shippers—while I kinda like Jasper, I feel that both Jason and Piper need to be properly fleshed out…and yet Octavian/Jason was begging to be written. I've plenty more Octason ideas, and I hope to have more fun writing Octie (he's not that bad after all!) and fleshing out Jason, whom I'm only now beginning to like. -w- I also liked the idea of blaming Juno, and fitting this in where I did… Maybe Juno wouldn't apologize, but I think Octavian's too proud a character to say that he earned a goddess' pity anyway. :O

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2019 note: Oh, ouch. I mean, my closing A/N from 2012 made me smile a bit (I don't rly ship Jasper anymore, altho I do recall kinda liking Pipleo?? idk), but I forgot about the level of angst dealt with only a few paragraphs. Again, I want more details on the Romans' old lives…! Dx Either way, here I am, still shipping Octason and Jasico as my Jason ships. :') One perk, tho—barely any edits to make here, especially as Octie recounted old memories and Juno showed her motherly side. The feels…!

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #octason #octavian (pjo)#jason grace #fanfic #mew writes too much #have some feels

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September 28, 2009

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For the week of 20 August 2018

Quick Bits:

Aphrodite V #2 is pretty damn great. Jeff Spokes’ artwork is instantly compelling, drawing in the reader with darkness and interesting angles into this increasingly enthralling story of a machine cult from the future by him and Bryan Hill.

| Published by Image / Top Cow

Avengers #6 concludes the first arc in widescreen fashion. Lots of action and big ideas from Jason Aaron with gorgeous art from Ed McGuinness, Paco Medina, Mark Morales, Juan Velasco, and David Curiel. Again I’m reminded of those early issue of JLA from Grant Morrison and Howard Porter. This has been fun so far and I’m intrigued by what else they have in store.

| Published by Marvel

Beasts of Burden: Wise Dogs & Eldritch Men #1 is a very welcome return, even without Jill Thompson for this go around. The artwork from Benjamin Dewey is beautiful as he reminds us that he’s one of the best nature artists in comics, and possible beyond. His animals are just stunning. The story from him and Evan Dorkin is also interesting, suggesting some arcane traps luring in the paranormal. Great stuff for all ages.

| Published by Dark Horse

Big Trouble in Little China: Old Man Jack #12 concludes the series with an epic battle between the forces of heaven and hell as it teaches us the true meaning of friendship. It’s funnier when you actually read it. This has been an entertaining series from John Carpenter, Anthony Burch, Jorge Corona, Gabriel Cassata, and Ed Dukeshire, with this final chapter also delivering a nice farewell to the movie as well.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Black Hammer: Age of Doom #4 has some very interesting revelations that ultimately only lead to more questions than answers. What’s going on isn’t nearly as cut and dried as we were led to believe last issue and the mystery has just deepened. Jeff Lemire, Dean Ormston, Dave Stewart, and Todd Klein have managed to elevate this story higher again.

| Published by Dark Horse

Black Panther #3 finally parcels out a tidbit of what might actually be going on with the series and the Intergalactic Empire of Wakanda, just in time for a surprise attack and more action. Thankfully, the art from Daniel Acuña is still overwhelmingly gorgeous.

| Published by Marvel

Britannia: Lost Eagles of Rome #2 is even better than the first issue. The mystery deepens as Antonius and Achillia reach Egypt and find incongruities they don’t expect within this province of the Roman Empire. The artwork from Robert Gill (with colours from José Villarrubia) is probably among the best I’ve seen from him, really bringing some very strong work here with backgrounds, vehicles, and character designs that are particularly impressive.

| Published by Valiant

Cold Spots #1 is the start to another horror series from Cullen Bunn, this time accompanied by Mark Torres with the artwork, and as per many of Bunn’s previous tales, this is a great start. There’s a genuinely creepy atmosphere from Torres’ art and the plot of a missing daughter and her child, amidst the spooky maybe-ghosts, is a good one.

| Published by Image

Daredevil #607 gets into how there can possibly be a Mike Murdock running around New York and it’s an interesting and possibly hazardous diversion. Gorgeous art from Phil Noto.

| Published by Marvel

Die!Die!Die! #2 is more entertaining over-the-top humorous action that feels like it’s channelling Garth Ennis. Great art from Chris Burnham and Nathan Fairbairn.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Hunt for Wolverine: Mystery in Madripoor #4 is probably the most succinct in sticking to its plot without real deviation of all of these minis. Basically sticking to the thread of these X-women tackling the Femme Fatales. It’s been a relatively decent story from Jim Zub, Thony Silas, and Felipe Sobreiro, even if the art’s been a little uneven. There’s a really nice sequence of Psylocke finding herself again in this issue, though, from Leonard Kirk and Andrew Crossley that has interesting implications going forward.

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Jughead: The Hunger #8 is a great jumping-on point for new readers, offering a bit of a history lesson and summary reinterpretation of the events of the overarching plot of the series to date. Great work from Frank Tieri, Pat & Tim Kennedy, Joe Eisma, Bob Smith, Ryan Jampole, Matt Herms, Andre Szymanowicz, and Jack Morelli.

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The Life of Captain Marvel #2 continues what is shaping up to be possibly one of the defining and quintessential Carol Danvers stories. I love what Margaret Stohl is doing in bringing out the backstory and interpersonal dynamics of Carol’s family. The art from Carlos Pacheco, Rafael Fonteriz, and Marcio Menyz in the present day and Marguerite Sauvage’s flashbacks is wonderful.

| Published by Marvel

Mr. & Mrs. X #2 continues this fun ride, tossing in Deadpool and more of the lesser used intergalactic X-characters. The dialogue from Kelly Thompson is hilarious and the art from Oscar Bazaldua and Frank D’Armata is great.

| Published by Marvel

Old Man Logan #46 begins another arc tying up loose ends before the endgame of Dead Man Logan kicks off. Wrapping reconnecting with Alpha Flight around a horror story evoking shades of The Thing and Slither results in a wonderful story perfectly fitting Damian Couciero’s artwork.

| Published by Marvel

The Punisher #1 is both a continuation of Matthew Rosenberg’s stories and ideas from the last volume of the series and a kind of back-to-basics approach to Frank Castle. Basically, he’s lost the War Machine suit, but he’s still taking on the world-spanning super-villains. It’s pretty epic and this is great jumping-on point. The dark humour is perfect, reminding me of Garth Ennis’ work with Castle, and seriously this is probably the best art that Szymon Kudranski has ever done. Along with Antonio Fabela’s colours, it’s like he was born to draw The Punisher.

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Royal City #14 is an introspective end of saying farewell to the past and accepting change to move forward. This has been an interesting series from Jeff Lemire, focusing on his most often used theme of family, and it’s been a good exploration of their different dynamics.

| Published by Image

The Sentry #3 is pretty dark, telling the flipside of the first two issues from Billy Turner’s perspective as he goes about stealing Sentry’s identity. This is almost at Kid Miracleman levels of demented. Jeff Lemire is playing with some interesting ideas here, beautifully brought to life by Kim Jacinto, Joshua Cassara, and Rain Beredo.

| Published by Marvel

Shadowman #6 has some truly beautiful artwork from Renato Guedes, as this arc of Jack falling through time visiting the different holders of the shadow loa takes an interesting turn in ancient history.

| Published by Valiant

Shanghai Red #3 is probably the best issue to date, as Molly reunites with Katie, recriminations are hashed out, and we get a bit of a tour of Portland. Christopher Sebela, Joshua Hixson, and Hassan Otsmane-Elhaou have tapped into something unique here, and this tale of revenge and some of the lesser told side of American history is incredibly compelling.

| Published by Image

TMNT #85 brings Leatherhead back into the fold, with very interesting and potentially dangerous ramifications following the war between the Utroms and Triceratons. Brahm Revel’s clothes-peg take on the Turtles is an interesting visual choice.

| Published by IDW

The Thrilling Adventure Hour #2 I find better than the first issue. The humour hits home a bit more for me and the leads of Sadie and Frank don’t seem nearly as insufferable as the first issue. The art, though, from MJ Erickson and Brittany Peer is just as good as the first. Entertaining stuff.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Venom #5 is another great issue. The mythology-building in this series is just incredible, growing Venom and his world into so much more. Donny Cates, Ryan Stegman, JP Mayer, Frank Martin, and Clayton Cowles are creating magic.

| Published by Marvel

West Coast Avengers #1 is a great debut, filled with action and humour, as this highly dysfunctional team comes together. It’s nice to see Kelly Thompson doing more Hawkeye and Hawkguy, and the collection of characters coming together to make up the team are bizarre and fitting, carrying on a few of the themes and plot developments of the previous Hawkeye and America series. Though you needn’t have read any of that before you pick this up. Making it nigh unmissable is the gorgeous art from Stefano Caselli and Triona Farrell. This is fun.

| Published by Marvel

Witchblade #7 returns for its second arc, continuing the extremely high level of quality that Caitlin Kittredge, Roberta Ingranata, Bryan Valenza, and Troy Peteri set for themselves.

| Published by Image / Top Cow

X-Men Red #7 advances us a bit further as the X-Men attempt to uncover evidence of Cassandra Nova’s influence on the world and thwart her attack on Atlantis. Tom Taylor has definitely been taking a slow approach to unfurling this story, but it has allowed for the beautiful art from originally Mahmud Asrar and now Carmen Carnero & Rain Beredo time to breathe.

| Published by Marvel

Other Highlights: Amazing Spider-Man #4, Avengers: Wakanda Forever #1, Barbarella #9, Bedtime Games #3, Betty & Veronica: Vixens #9, Curse Words Summer Swimsuit Special #1, Days of Hate #7, DuckTales #11, Gasolina #11, Hack/Slash: Resurrection #10, Hit-Girl #7, Jim Henson’s Labyrinth: Coronation #6, Lumberjanes #53, Mammon, Mickey Spillane’s Mike #3, Night’s Dominion - Season Three #2, Old Man Hawkeye #8, Quantum & Woody! #9, Red Sonja/Tarzan #4, Redneck #14, Stairway - Volume 1, Star Wars: Darth Vader #20, Star Wars: Doctor Aphra #23, Sullivan’s Sluggers, TMNT: Bebop & Rocksteady Hit the Road #4, Wasted Space #4

Recommended Collections: Avengers: Back to Basics, Bram Stoker’s Dracula, Cloak & Dagger: Predator & Pray, Deadly Class - Volume 7: Love Like Blood, Giant Days - Volume 8, Jimmy’s Bastards - Volume 2, Li’l Donnie - Volume 1: Executive Privilege, Lockjaw: Who’s a Good Boy, Postal - Volume 7, Sex Criminals - Volume 5: Five-fingered Discount

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