#but then i was like hmmmmmm no

[reddamselette]

When Leo was young, his mother used to tell him stories. Tall tales and legends that often included the union between two souls whether they were created together at the start of the universe, bound by the red string of fate, or destined to spend their life searching for their other half because of a god; Leo listened to them all.

As a child, he thought that kind of love was something almost magical, untouchable to never be aware of until one has found themself in the position to say ‘Ah, so this is what it means.’

His mother would sweep him off his feet, her hands hooked under his arms before she would haul him over her shoulder and run around with him pretending he could fly. And like clockwork, once they settled down with full stomachs after a heart full dinner and milkshakes for dessert, Leo would ask again.

“Do I have a soulmate?” He’d say with bright, sparkling brown eyes of smoldering ash of kindling wood in a fireplace.

His mother laughed and brushed stray curls away from his face, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead then cupped his face gently and replied, “Claro que si, mijo. Tenemos ma de uno. Two will be the people who will know you more than you know yourself and one will be the person you have been waiting for. No siempre están romántico, entiendes? There’s more than one type of love and for each love, there’s a soulmate.”

He didn’t understand the first time until he met Piper Mclean. She was the daughter of a famous actor, a snarky girl with a pretty smile and a heart of too much love to give. She was able to keep up with him, clicking instantly and were glued to the hip. Not a day had gone by without Piper adding fuel to the fire to keep it from extinguishing under the pressure of growing teenagers in a world made to tear them down. He only understood the first time when he and Piper met Percy Jackson.

They hadn’t gotten along at first. It was one-sided; Piper didn’t understand why crushes lined up behind him and Leo didn’t like him at all. Yet once they had found common ground, got to know who he was beneath the shallow waters, their little group of two became three then five then seven then nine.

Leo watched on the sidelines as his friends were paired up— they held hands with the people who shared half of their souls and confess to one another in public displays of affection or in the intimate privacy of taking them home after a date.

And once he least expected it, after nights in the counting weeks falling asleep easily as he pushed through the flames of jealousy dancing in his chest, he didn’t understand the second time until he met him. Met Jason Grace, a boy of blond hair and glasses that emphasized the most alluring and mesmerizing pair of clear, sky blue irises and a smile like the sun to match.

Leo felt like he could breathe fresh air after using a mask to filter the smoke, the world brightened in contrast and suddenly, every single love song he would sing with his mother made sense looking at him.

Annabeth tongued her cheek, suppressing a smile as she held her books close to her chest and shared a knowing look with Thalia who hid her snicker with a cough and subtly placed a bet down with Percy who whistled, ocean irises darting around with an air of feigned nonchalance as they stood off to the side and watched Leo and Jason.

Leo and Jason who hadn’t spoken a word to each other since they were introduced. They gazed into each other’s eyes like it was a painting for them to memorize; the specific shade of brown or blue, the hints of gold or a darker brown circling their pupils, and how their eyes would shine like a crystal if the sun hit their faces a certain way.

Jason smiled softly and held out his hand. “Jason Grace.” His voice was as gentle as he looked, a rasp and had the opportunity to be deeper in volume but he was soft spoken yet something told Leo that everything and everyone would quiet down and freeze in the moment just to listen to him speak.

Leo reciprocated the smile and took his hand. A small jolt of electricity traveled between their fingertips, down their palms and through their arms, his heart skipped a beat and he said, “Leo Valdez.”

[akanemnon]

It could get worse and it DID get worse

FIRST - PREVIOUS - NEXT

MASTERPOST (for the full series / FAQ / reference sheets)

[thunderc1an]

how to love a stranger

[bulbagarden]

cool patrat facts:

[mistermordy]

come feel the heat forever and forever ^_^

[fisherrprince]

Instead of writing a fanfic like a normal person this oneshot turned into two separate, contextless things,

[dollya-robinprotector]

Dad Whitney being Dad...

...but still being Whitney too

[softerhaze]

taking a billion photos of this house trying to figure out if i like the ceilings

[btbonescanon]

Welcome back to the world of the living, Buck. You were missed.

[zoe-oneesama]

How do you feel about certain tropes for personalities?

Hate to reference it, but Yandere for example

I mean, I've usually only personally seen Yandere tropes in like horror anime, (though Quiche/Kishu from Tokyo Mew Mew was definitely my first intro before I knew what the trope even was), so it always felt fitting in that setting.

I'm not really into it because either it's played completely straight as is, in which case there's not really a good outcome for anyone? Either the target is stuck with Yandere, the Yandere kills the target, or the Yandere gets killed.

The other option is despite being foaming at the mouth, ready to kill anyone who even LOOKS at their love interest wrong...they just...concede? To the actual Main Love Interest? Kind of feels like a lot of wasted effort and energy.

I mean, if Yuuno Gasai is the poster child for When the Yandere Gets the Guy, your trope is trouble.

[petrodragonicapocalypse]

i love eurovision season because when else would hundreds of people be calling in to the UK's most renowned family friendly radio station begging them to play Finnish industrial rap metal at 8am. and then they play it

[kyurochurro]

TNG character sketches!! been wanting to draw this crew for a hot sec so I got around to it at 3 am last nite… LOL

(also I haven’t started tng yet but hey I dedicate this to my DAD big tng fan first Trekkie I ever met SHOUTOUT TO YOU DAD 🗣️)

[merakiui]

many unholy thoughts about this specific image here. :)

[myewt]

Playing games at 1am with your girlfriend (Olya hasn’t come back yet)

What are they playing???????? Doesn't matter, pretty sure they suck anyways

[chilschuck]

HAVE YOUR CAKE (AND EAT IT TOO).

꒰ warnings: ꒱ none! sfw + typical fluffy goodness.

꒰ wc: ꒱ 2.3k

✦ happy birthday, chil!!! this is a little rushed because i wanted it out right at midnight, but i hope it turned out alright!! tumblr ate the post as i tried to save it, so lets hope it posts this time! if anything seems out of place or ooc, i’m so sorry, it’s currently late and i just wanted to write some cuteness for him and you guys!!! enjoy!!! <3333

The countdown leading up to this day had you filled with nervous excitement.

Not only was it Chilchuck’s birthday, but the day you decided you’d try to relay just how you felt about him all this time. With sweaty palms you looked at yourself in the mirror, dressed up for his surprise get-together you and the rest of the party had planned. Secretly, you hoped he wouldn’t catch on so fast that it was truly mostly your idea that had started this.

Inhaling one last breath and letting it pass through your chest, you dusted off your outfit you considered the nicest one you had. In a perfect box with sage green wrapping paper, his gift from you sat beautifully on your bed. Putting all the finishing touches on it you could, a ribbon cascades off the top along with a sweet note card with his name in curly letters. A part of you worried it was a bit too much, but for him, you’d find you’d always go above and beyond.

Turning to hold it in your hands, you considered the contents for a moment. Inside was a new pair of gloves you had sewn for him in the coming weeks, along with a favorite ale of his you had managed to purchase for him. It was simple, much more so than the intricate packaging, but you hoped he’d be pleased.

The half-foot had told you his birthday reluctantly, but now that you knew, you made sure you’d never forget. Whether writing it in your notes or pinning a paper on your calendar, there was no way you were going to let it pass by. He deserved so much more than he gave himself, and you made it your duty to ensure he was happy.

In a few minutes everyone would begin showing up, and to keep yourself busy you set the little table in your dining room with all the food you had prepared. Everything you had taken into account from your time adventuring with him, which consisted of his favorites or even things he’s mentioned liking in passing. Slowly but surely you had managed to get him to open up a little, which was a feat you pride yourself on. Because of this, you felt you were closer than you were before. Now it was time to really tie everything together with that metaphorical bow.

A knock at the door had your heart beating excitedly in your chest, and after yelling out a quick, “Coming!” you made your way to open it.

Except… It wasn’t at all who you were expecting. Suddenly you were face to face with the guest of the hour, who had a furrowed brow of concern on his face.

“Everything okay? Marcille told me to come quickly because you needed help with something.” Chilchuck spoke, studying your appearance for a moment. “Uh, did I interrupt something?”

You were going to kill her. Already picturing her mischievous expression at trying to make something happen like out of her romance novels, you gave a brisk sigh.

“Not at all, quite the opposite, actually…” With quick hands you cracked the door, before peeking out the other side. “Can you… Close your eyes and come in?”

Chilchuck looked even more perplexed at your request, before letting out a sound of confusion. Ever trusting you, he put a hand over his eyes and reached his other one out to you to guide him in. So far so good.

“This didn’t turn out how I exactly pictured it, but…” You began, leading him to the dining room where you had decorated for the supposed party that now only contained the two of you. “You can look now.”

As he removed his hand, you jumped beside him in your spot, shouting cheerfully. “Happy Birthday, Chil!”

His eyes widened, taking in the scene in front of him. A table full of food, seemingly his favorites, as well as fresh flowers from your garden. Even streamers were put up around the wall, along with a bottle of wine you only busted out for special occasions.

“Huh? You did all this for me?” Chilchuck muttered, turning to catch your eyes. That sparkle in them, the same one they always had, caused his stomach to erupt with butterflies. Especially with the way you were smiling at him right now.

“Of course I did, you think I’d let you celebrate your birthday cooped up at home?” Your voice was soft, but held true with intent to make this a night worth remembering for him. Chilchuck gave a light laugh, scratching the back of his head for a moment. You really were too good to him.

The half-foot went to study the foods you had set out, before spotting the cake placed sweetly in the middle. It wasn’t very big, about as big as the pan you usually baked with, but even so… Chilchuck swallowed.

“I know you’re not too big on sweets, but you can’t have a birthday without cake, right?” Your voice met his ears, words playful yet with a hint of something he couldn’t quite place. All of this was making him lose his voice, even more so unable to word his feelings than usual.

“It’s great…” He muttered, before turning to you. In his eyes a spark of vulnerability made itself known, and you hoped you weren’t just mistaken.

“I can’t believe you did all this. I feel spoiled.” Chilchuck reached for a cup, sheepish and eager to hide his burning cheeks behind something. All of this matched with your current outfit was making him feel a little weak.

You waved your hands, moving to grab the bottle of wine. “It’s nothing! You deserve stuff like this. Also, there were supposed to be others but I’m guessing they had other plans.” Trailing off, you grumbled the last part to yourself. The wine filled his glass easily, a sight he was always happy to take in.

Along with you. Chilchuck had to busy himself with a drink before he focused too hard on how good your outfit looked tonight, how you did your hair, the way you kept smiling at him… Clearing his throat, he tried to find something to say to fill the silence.

Before he could speak though, you perked up and went to reach for something behind the table. “Oh! I almost forgot, I got you a little something, too.”

He felt like he was going to melt into the floor. All of this to celebrate just another day for him? Sure, he would treat himself a little, but this… It was like you wanted him to dwell too hard on those feelings he’s been keeping at bay.

Setting down his glass, Chilchuck reached out to take the box from you, gaze taking in just how beautifully it was wrapped. Even the bow on top was so much like something you’d do, down to the note with his name written so nicely on it.

“You really didn’t have to.” Your name left him softly, eyes flitting back up to yours. You waved your hands at him again, before giving him that grin that always made him feel hazy.

“I know, but I wanted to. Now open it, I’ve been waiting so long for this.” The laughter that followed was so sweet, and Chilchuck had to distract himself with the ribbon on his gift.

Pulling it gently, he let it fall to his feet in a small pile. Picking at the folds in the paper, he tried to be as careful as he could with it. You noticed this, unable to hold back the giggle that erupted from your throat. “You don’t have to be like that, it’s meant to be ripped.”

Chilchuck ripped into it this time, barking out, “I know that!” Before he could say anything else, he lifted the lid of the box.

Quick to explain your gift, you interrupted his thoughts. “The gloves were something I made to help with your new business and all. The ale was just… A bonus.” Watching him pick up the gloves and study them, you added, “I hope they’re okay.”

He couldn’t even begin to word how he felt at that moment. Not only did you do all of this for him, but you made him a gift and remembered even more about him? You might as well have taken his heart right out of his chest and ran off with it. Gently, he gave a small smile at your words. “It’s more than okay! I still can’t believe all of this. I’m not sure what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything! I’m just glad it’s okay. Here, want me to get you a slice of cake or anything?” Your eagerness to make him happy had his heart race a bit, and Chilchuck couldn’t help but let out a content sigh as he turned the gloves over in his hands. Setting them down back into the box, he met your eyes.

“You’ve done too much. As expected, since I told you and all.” Chilchuck joked, watching as you cut into the baked good you worked so hard on. His hands took the plate from you, the flowery green icing hiding the wedges of chocolate underneath. Taking his fork, he took off a piece from the corner and studied it. “I should’ve known you would’ve gone above and beyond.”

Huffing playfully, you turned to cut yourself a slice of your own. “I spent all that time getting it out of you, and you think I’d just forget?” Taking a bite, you hummed, mulling over the flavor in your mind. “Hm, could’ve turned out a little sweeter, but I guess that’s a good thing, huh?”

Chilchuck brought his own fork to his lips, curious to taste some of your baking again. At no surprise at all, it turned out really light and fluffy, the icing pairing well with the tenderness of the cake. “It’s good. I like how rich it is,” He spoke up through his taste test. You beamed at him, that same smile that made him feel like he had been staring a little too long at the sun.

“I’m glad I was able to do this for you. Sorry it wasn’t very climactic of a surprise.” Chilchuck shook his head at your words, taking another piece of cake on his fork. His next sentence died in his throat at the look on your face, pausing to wait for you to finish.

“In a way, I’m kind of glad it ended up like this. There’s something I wanted to tell you ever since we stopped adventuring.” Setting your plate down for a moment, you bit your lip. Once sure you had his full attention, you continued.

And of course you had his full attention. You always did, and there was no contest for it when it came to you. Yet, the nervousness in his gut made an appearance despite how hard he tried to ignore it.

For some reason, the words never left you. Instead, your eyes were fixed on something on his face. He could practically hear the gears whirring to life in your head.

“Sorry, you’ve got… Right there, hang on.” Your touch, gentle enough to make him nearly jump out of his skin if he was not so tightly wound, trailed along his bottom lip. In the corner of his mouth was a bit of icing, which had somehow made a place there without him noticing. There was a thick tension in the air as you wiped it with your thumb, tongue darting out to wet your own lips.

His mind must be playing tricks on him, as the cake in his hand was suddenly not the sweetest sight in the room. Instead, he felt conflicted thoughts about whether or not he wanted to let you continue your work, or have you stop what you were doing and just kiss him stupid.

Before he could decide on which he preferred more, you leaned in to place a kiss right at that spot, so soft and tender that he barely could register it happened at all. Pulling away, you looked at him through your lashes, a rosy glow on your cheeks.

“What I wanted to say, was—“

Suddenly he was no longer interested in the plate in his hand or the words you were going to speak. Setting down his plate with haste, he pulled you in and slotted his lips against yours. With a vigor he didn’t know he still possessed, he kissed you with need.

This was a better result than you had imagined, reaching for his cheeks to hold him even closer to you. Pulling away only to hurriedly meet his lips again, you both fought off that need for air as much as you could. The taste of buttercream icing and the richness of chocolate was so addicting as you felt him nibble at your bottom lip, allowing him to kiss you even deeper in that moment.

Finally pulling away, you both tried to calm your panting with the realization of what just happened. Before you lost your bravery again, you sputtered out, “I’ve fallen for you.”

Chilchuck couldn’t help but let out an airily laugh for a moment, your words a mirror of his own feelings. With every ounce of strength he could muster, he replied, “I’d hope so after a kiss like that.”

Now you were giggling, your nerves subsiding for a moment at his teasing expression. “Yeah, yeah. Happy birthday, smartass.”

“For the record,” Chilchuck muttered before taking his plate back, an idea forming in his mind. “I… Feel the same. But maybe we should do that again. Just, you know—“

Your hands made home on his cheeks again before pulling him back in for another heated kiss, the cake being forgotten just for another moment.

It was so addicting, the way you let him have his cake and eat it, too.

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[lieutenantism]

the tragedy of jean vicquemare's character is that he's written to be forgotten, be it out of spite or consequence. he's there as a placeholder for people harry elevates to godhood, perpetually stuck as a false prophet. he remembers the best and the worst of him as he recounts those moments that sound like static to him. most of his actions for harry happen where he doesn't see them, or are dissolved in the alcoholic bender that makes him lose his memories, rendering them null. he ceases to exist as soon as he's out of harry's sight, the person he knew is no longer there which he can't seem to accept and so, he perceives harry's act of living a life without him as a betrayal, even if the latter didn't intend for it to come out that way.