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[milo-is-rambling]

I am so much like my father it makes me lose my shit a little that I can never talk to him again

[ceciliathecabinwitch]

I should not be allowed to garden plan for more than like 30-45min at a time because once I get past that I start going completely off the rails

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

a list of some autumnal movies/series 🍂

i am nothing if not an organised little goblin who can not stop themself from making a good list. this is just in case you want something with that fall vibe but can't think of any. just close your eyes and point somewhere on this little list, or even put the numbers in a generator and go with whatever the result is ♡

winter | spring | summer

🥧 ‧₊˚ ⋅ movies ⋅˚₊‧

nosferatu (1922) 

sabrina (1954)

the creature from the black lagoon (1954)

psycho (1960)

rosemary’s baby (1968)

the rocky horror picture show (1975)

halloween franchise (1978-)

friday the 13th franchise (1980-)

an american werewolf in london (1981)

dark crystal (1982)

a nightmare on elm street (1984)

ghostbusters (1984-)

ronja rövardotter (1984)

clue (1985)

princess bride (1987)

the witches of eastwick (1987)

elvira mistress of the dark (1988)

dead poets society (1989)

when harry met sally (1989)

ghost (1990)

the witches (1990)

death becomes her (1992)

hocus pocus (1993)

addams family values (1993)

interview with a vampie (1994)

the craft (1996)

the first wifes club (1996)

the scream franchise (1996-)

halloweentown (1998)

practical magic (1998)

you’ve got mail (1998)

the blair witch project (1999)

sleepy hollow (1999)

chocolat (2000)

amelie (2001)

the lord of the rings franchise (2001-2003)

scooby doo (2002)

school of rock (2003)

mona lisa smile (2003)

peter pan (2003)

pirates of the caribbean franchise (2003-2017)

north & south (2004)

pride and prejudice (2005)

the descent (2005)

just like heaven (2005)

the devil wears prada (2006)

the lake house (2006)

penelope (2006)

el orfanato (2007)

juno (2007)

ratatouille (2007)

bridge to terabithia (2007)

the edge of love (2008)

twilight (2008)

the curious case of benjamin button (2008)

julie & julia (2009)

jennifer’s body (2009)

dorian gray (2009)

coraline (2009)

true grit (2010)

the cabin in the woods (2011)

jane eyre (2011)

wuthering heights (2011)

perks of being a wallflower (2012)

the odd life of timothy green (2012)

hotel transylvania (2012-)

the conjuring franchise (2013-)

what we do in the shadows (2014)

the riot club (2014)

as above so below (2014)

john wick (2014-)

the age of adaline (2015)

the witch (2015)

far from the madding crowd (2015)

the edge of seventeen (2016)

paterson (2016)

20th century woman (2016)

the love witch (2016)

mary shelly (2017)

murder on the orient express (2017)

get out (2017)

a quiet place (2018 + 2020)

the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society (2018)

on the basis of sex (2018)

knives out (2019)

ready or not (2019)

the lighthouse (2019)

little women (2019)

the gentlemen (2019)

emma (2020)

ammonite (2020)

the dig (2021)

fear street trilogy (2021)

good luck to you, leo grande (2022)

the batman (2022)

fresh (2022)

bodies bodies bodies (2022)

mr malcom's list (2022)

totally killer (2023)

slay (2024)

🧦 ‧₊˚ ⋅ series ⋅˚₊‧

moomin (1990-1992)

twin peaks (1990-1991)

x files (1993-2018)

buffy the vampire slayer (1997-2003)

gilmore girls (2000-2007)

supernatural (2005-2020)

vampire diaries (2009-2017) / the originals (2013-2018) / legacies (2018-2022)

downton abbey (2010-2015)

the walking dead (2010-2022)

once upon a time (2011-2018)

american horror story (2011-)

teen wolf (2011-2017)

peaky blinders (2013-2022)

outlander (2014-)

how to get away with murder (2014-2020)

the magicians (2015-2020)

izombie (2015-2019)

poldark (2015-2019)

critical role (2015-)

stranger things (2016-)

ghost files / buzzfeed unsolved (2016-)

lucifer (2016-2021)

shadowhunters (2016-2019)

anne with an e (2017-2019)

the good fight (2017-2022)

riverdale (2017-2023)

manifest (2018-2023)

killing eve (2018-2022)

succession (2018-2023)

you (2018-)

a discovery of witches (2018-2022)

the chilling adventures of sabrina (2018-2020)

dickinson (2019-2021)

virgin river (2019-)

carnival row (2019-2023)

the witcher (2019-)

the umbrella academy (2019-2024)

sanditon (2019-2023)

good omens (2019-2025)

the haunting of bly manor (2020)

i’ll be gone in the dark (2020)

queens gambit (2020)

the great (2020-2023)

shadow and bone (2021-2023)

the nevers (2021-2023)

wednesday (2022-)

interview with the vampire (2022-)

vikings valhalla (2022-2024)

lessons in chemistry (2023)

my lady jane (2024-)

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Here you will find the full list of my works for Daryl Dixon and other characters portrayed by Norman Reedus. [Main masterlist]

Requests are OPEN

⬇️ Masterlist under the cut! ⬇️ [My Ao3]

★ indicates smut, 18+ content.

Series

Paintings & Picture frames [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7]

No apocalypse AU. Daryl and reader are studying at the same college and are assigned orientation project parters. [ONGOING, HIATUS]

Wings [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]

Judith plays matchmaker by stealing your jacket and making it match Daryl’s

Oneshots

Records of forgotten times

Digging through old music brings back sad memories, but also happy talks of the future.

Sinful ★

Father Daryl enjoys some private moments with the not-really nun.

Ruppel

You're chilling on the couch watching your favorite show. Daryl joins you because he wants to learn about your interests.

Shielded (Fantasy AU)

Everyone openly shows and uses their powers, except for Daryl. Until you get hurt.

Bad ideas ★

During a laundry round while home alone you find some ..'used' items of Daryl's to fuck yourself with and now have to work through the concequences.

Girlfriend [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl is in a sucky relationship but doesn't see it at first. Reader helps him see and later shows him how a good partnership works.

Hunters Ink

One tattoo leads to many more when you fall head over heels with the artist.

Creep (modern AU)

Finding an apartment in this new town was easy, but now you needed a job.

Daisy chains

Daryl gets separated after the prison attack. He comes across a home for him and his kid to hole up in. Your home.

Beef

Requested : "Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?"

Rough times

Requested: Hi! Would you be willing to maybe do a one shot with Daryl x reader in a pre established relationship but the reader is pregnant with a child that doesn't belong to him and she isn't proud of? (non-con if you're comfortable with that) Some angst about the reader being worried he won't love her once he finds out 👀

The fun has just begun

Two men snatch you away for some fun. Before they even get anywhere you and Daryl have turned the tables and have some fun of your own. CW: Torture

Forest Guardian [pt.1] [pt.2]

You plan a week long vacation to a luxury cabin. Luxury is nowhere near what you find.

Not your usual undead Vamp!AU

Which undead do you choose? The ones outside, or the one in front of you?

Breakfast ★ Vamp!AU

Locked in a bathroom stall with a hungry vampire was not how you planned to spent your time hiding from a herd.

Drabbles

Period cramp relief

Photographer Daryl

Different kinds of sex w/ Daryl

You needed Daryl for something

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here?"

"Carol gave me some cookies to share!"

Rick and Daryl go out on a run

Old man Daryl

Showing Daryl how beautiful he is ★

Worshipping Daryl's worn body

Daryl read you like a book ★ Vamp!AU

🐺Were!Daryl 🦊Were!Reader

🐺Series🐺

Shared interests [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] ★

Grimes!reader. Your father shares information about the man he considers his brother in support of your interests. Those interests take a different turn than he expected..

🐺Multichapters🐺

🐺Monsters among us [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Your water breaks in the middle of nowhere but you find the prison in time for them to help you. There you meet the man of your nightmares. CW: childbirth

🐺🦊Feral for you [Pt.1] [Pt.2★]

Request. Daryl develops a crush on a soft and sweet lady, afraid to ask you out and ruin your sweetness, only to learn later on your have a feral side as well,

🐺Oneshots🐺

🐺 His girls (xOFCs)

Alexandria's new residents find a dog. And his very handsome owner.

🐺 Full moon meetings

You get stuck in the woods, surrounded by walkers and are saved by ..something.

🐺 Night shifts

During a night shift with Rick he sends you to investigate movement in the woods, knowing it would end with two of his group members coming home together.

🐺 Dog person ★

You’re Dog’s new favorite human and Daryl gets jealous. Lucky for him you’re also good with his dog-side.

🐺 Creature Feature ★

After overhearing your spilled dirty little secret of old world fantasies, Daryl suddenly feels like he does have a chance to get you into bed with him.

🐺 Unexpected

This can be read as a continuation of Dog Person. Reader is pregnant with Daryl’s pups and has to hide it from the community until they can leave for Daryl’s cabin. CW: childbirth

🐺 Roses for the ones left behind

Daryl gets taken and leaves a pregnant reader, not knowing her child and partner aren’t human. CW: childbirth

🐺 New comforts ★ alt. ending ★

No one needed to know that sex between the two of you was for human Daryl only. Alt.: Rick now knows.

🐺 Witch hunt

Thanks to an emotional slip-up you almost risk your home in Alexandria.

🐺 Arrows & Rags

You help a wounded creature who leads you back to its den, where you find the one person you thought you had lost in the walker attack.

🐺 Why didn't you tell me?

You follow Daryl into the woods on the one night he asked you to stay away.

🐺🦊 The softer the skin, the sharper the teeth

Request. WereDaryl and Glen find a she wolf (in human form) out and talk to her about coming to the prison. She and Daryl are mates

🐺 Shame

Your most private moments are shared with the intent to drive you away. And it amost worked.

🐺 Not a monster

Request. Beauty and the Beast inspired fic. Set during Alexandria times.

🐺 Domesticated

Request. Cuddling in bed, like mundane little moments in their relationship

🐺 Bath time

Daryl's distaste for showers rubbed off on his children.

🐺 Forbidden ★

Strickt parents and werewolves don't mix, so you run.

🐺🦊 Found

Daryl finds a young girl and takes her home. He adopts her and learns she's a wolf too.

🐺 Savior ★

You show a little too much interest in Negan's new prisoner so he uses you as a test subject. CW: Non-con, forced impreg

🐺 King of the cage

In the apocalypse, entertainment is hard to come by. Until you hear of underground groups fighting with anything nonhuman.. CW: Descriptive violence and murder.

🐺King and his Queen ★

[KING series pt.2] After Daryl's match he gets treated like royalty by his loving partner.

🐺 Instincts [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl finds a woman with her newborn pup, taking them into the group. Slowly their bond grows stronger.

🐺 Rules of Nature

Daryl gets hurt on a simple hunting trip and reader patches him up.

🐺 Get rid of it

You and Daryl never fought, until you did. Daryl relives old traumas while you stay at Hilltop.

🦊 The bridge home

Daryl has to introduce his exraordinary girlfriend by accident. (teeny bit of smut at the start)

🐺 Monster outside the walls

A warning about a monster outside of the Alexandrian walls takes a weird turn as new residents turn out to be trouble.

🐺 Demons are a girl's best friend ★

You hide from the rain in a church, not knowing a very interesting beast already claimed the place as his home.

🐺Drabbles🐺

🦊 Daryl was out on a hunt > Daryl liked being around her > Daryl has never been so proud

🐺 Daryl hated full moon these days.

🐺 You, Carol and Daryl go out on a run.

🐺 "Man, 's colder than a witch's tit."

🐺 You and Daryl had a great life.

🐺 Daryl came home early today.

🐺 Daryl saves you

🐺 You were all sitting around the bonfire

🐺 Daryl came home from a run. (xOFCs)

🐺 Cramps

The adventures of Daryl the werewolf and his witch girlfriend.

Inked Sigils. ★

Fate brought you together. Spells finally brought you family

Bored ★

You tagged along with your boyfriend who ‘just needed a minute’, but you were so bored..

Momma's boy ★

You find your boyfriend all alone and desperate in your apartment, so you help him out. Again.

Help wanted ★

Request "Fuck me if I’m wrong but scud just being pounced on by a desperate werewolf girl in heat would kinda be hot"

Warm & fuzzy

You just love him. It doesn’t matter what the others think

Much fun indeed ★

A summary of what being with the biker has thought you over time.

A biker's true loves ★

Request: can you do a story with funny sonny before his teeth got all messed up, younger and with female reader. super smutty. then maybe time jump and they are still together even after his looks have changed?

Coming soon??

Double Stuffed ★ Daryl/Scud/reader

It's your birthday so you get to have twice the fun!

[fogandblackcoffee]

I often see people depict Elias as the snobby, prim rich boy between Elias and Peter and here’s my argument for the opposite: Peter canonically talks about being an aristocrat and scion of a powerful household, casually mentions dropping unfathomable amounts of money on personal projects, acts like a spoilt child when he doesn’t get his way, spends all his time on his yacht ship chilling in his cabin and having meals delivered to him, insults Jon by calling him ‘grubby Jesus’ which is just so fucking snobby oh my god, has a family that clearly values appearances, and then there’s his ritual. God, his ritual. I mean:

“I still remember seeing the headline, there in black and white: “The Loneliest Building in Britain.” Trouble is, everyone I picked was white middle-class, so people actually cared, falling over themselves to declare it “emblematic of the problems of the modern world.”

He’s such critical levels of snobby rich boy that his ritual failed specifically because he’s so short-sighted about privilege (he also, like an arrogant little rich boy, insisted on picking people himself despite being surrounded by more qualified people, because of course he did). 

Elias, meanwhile, is like a 200 years old man who is referred to as a ‘waste of a suit’, loves paperwork, wears the same haircuts for so long that other people notice how old fashioned they are, and is happy to let his vessels reach middle age and older. He’s an old man who likes paperwork and was able to pretend to be a well-meaning, but somewhat incompetent boss for years. Like, this guy isn’t the snobby rich boy between them; he actively uses Peter’s snobby rich boy status to benefit himself.

[beelinx]

Hiiiiiii I love your headcanon posts!! Could I request a child of Hecate x Leo Valdez?? My s/i is a Hecate kid so I love to hc that I have to use magic to put him to sleep or something cuz he overworks himself lmao

Anyway tysm I love your writing 😭😭

leo valdez dating a child of hecate hcs

a/n: tysm 😭🫶 that's really sweet 💕 AND YOUR HEADCANON IS SO GOOD.

I LOVEEE THAT HEADCANON OKAY 😭

It’s so real too because I can very clearly see that happening.

He’s staying up late again, working on some project he can very well finish the next day.

But, of course, he can’t, because he needs to finish it now.

Something about motivation and ideas.

Every once in a while he enters this phase of overworking himself until he passes out every night.

Everytime you would be there until he snapped out of it, but this time you weren’t having it at all.

Seeing his eye bags get bigger as the days passed by broke your heart.

Good thing you’re a child of Hecate!

Your magic came in handy in many ways.

Levitating objects towards you when you’re feeling lazy.

Creating fire or cold when needed.

For fighting or protecting yourself against monsters.

And, best of all, taking away someone’s nose if they piss you off!

Well, with so many helpful abilities, sometimes even you overexert yourself.

Which is precisely why you know that him doing this to himself is not going to help him at all.

In fact, it will likely do him more harm than good.

So, obviously, this was for his wellbeing!

At least that’s what you’re telling yourself as you drag his unconscious body back to his cabin.

He wasn’t knocked out or anything – he was just sleeping.

You barely had to do anything, as he was already passing out against your shoulder when you arrived at his workshop.

You did feel kinda guilty though, but the next morning he thanked you.

Apparently his mind felt way clearer now.

He also said that, now, he was ready to get back to work.

You smacked him (lovingly).

Okayy now back to more general headcanons.

Honestly I say this all the time but that man is soo in love it’s insane.

No one is safe from his rants about you.

Literally thinks your magic is the coolest thing ever.

If you didn’t know her before, then he’d definitely introduce you to Hazel, since he related your use of magic to hers.

You end up getting along pretty well and you sometimes help her with her magic if she needs it.

Leo loves to rant to you about his day all the time.

He’d tell you about all the little things he did, and beg you to explain your day in detail, too.

If he doesn’t understand some magic-related stuff you tell him, then he’ll basically get on his knees and beg you to explain it to him.

He wants to understand you and what you’re interested in.

It’s very important to him to know you, maybe even more well than you know yourself.

And, to be honest, he does a pretty good job at that.

I already mentioned this somewhere before, but I believe Leo would have a little journal full of facts about you – things you’re interested in, random stories you’ve told him, people that you care about…

It may be a little creepy that he has literally everything, but he would just hate to forget something about you, especially if it’s important to you.

Anyways, back to the point.

That journal also holds explanations about your magic and little notes he made to help you out if you’re struggling.

Sometimes you wonder why he doesn’t try to work with magic, too. Especially considering how much understanding he has for it thanks to you.

Honestly, this trope gives me black cat and orange cat energy.

He’s a little weird, and you’re super cool.

Leo’s energy is contagious, though.

You end up being silly together.

The same way he enjoys it when you chill at his workshop while he works, he would love to just be relaxing nearby while you practice your magic.

He loves it when you are around each other, even if you aren’t exactly talking or anything.

Just your company is enough for him <3

Giving Leo’s past with bullies, if anyone in camp dares to make fun of him then they’ll soon face your wrath.

They’ll have to enjoy a nose-less life (at least until Chiron forces you to put them back to normal again)

He can very well defend himself, but the thing is he usually won’t.

That’s what his badass s/o is for.

That and the many hugs his touch-starved self needs.

[rosesradio]

hii can you do a leo x nyx!reader? if u dont feel like adding the nyx part that’s completely fine :) ty and take ur time!

hi !! here’s a bullet point fic for you 🫵💌

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You thought there was no such thing as an abnormal demigod. All demigods were vastly different from mortals, so why would they hold each other to some unattainable standard of normality?

You were wrong. Ever since your first day at Camp, you were ostracized by the others. They avoided you, pretending you didn’t exist on a good day.

Being ignored was…manageable. Being whispered about, with lingering gazes, was less so.

You knew why they treat you this way. You are a child of Nyx. You were born of the goddess’s desire to embrace the stars, and so, starlight danced in your eyes. The mortals were less than intrigued by your appearance, always assuming you to be smug or mischievous.

You didn’t have a mortal parent. A tether to humanity. Based on what your mother told you before you had ran away to the Doors of Death, you had a mortal lifespan. Still, you are much more akin to a faerie child than a human or demigod.

The Hecate campers are a bit warmer towards you, all things considered. They share their magic with you, and you are able to perform small spells here and there.

Nico is also a good friend. It is a little odd to see him treated so warmly by others despite the similarities between the two of you. He never asks others to show more kindness to you, as you never break down and ask for his help.

You reflect on this, at first, when Leo sits across from you at breakfast one morning. He’s much more of an extrovert in your eyes, always outspoken and joking. His curls are messy, his eyes sparking with interest. In short: he’s cute, but his presence screams trouble.

You ask if someone sent him over, for kindness or cruelty or both.

Leo shakes his head. “I just wanted to see what your deal was, y/n.” He says, cocking his head to the side as he meets your eyes. Where his head is momentarily still, his hands are moving, nimble fingers fiddling with a piece of Celestial Bronze.

“This is my deal,” you shrug, nodding noncommittally towards your breakfast plate and open spell book. The current page displayed ‘Demons: How to Befriend Them After an Exorcism’.

“I don’t see why people avoid you, then,” Leo says. He makes a final touch on his momentary project and hands it to you. It’s a small, spiked sphere that appears to be glowing. It looks like a star—and you would know.

“You have, like, a million of those in your eyes.” Leo points out before his voice falters, and he looks down at the table with a flushed face. “I mean—sorry, that sounded weird, but—“

“It’s okay,” you shake your head, starting to smile. “I know it’s just a fact…most people don’t like to look at me because of it…”

Leo’s eyes lock with yours at that, an incredulous look on his face before his features soften. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile the entire time you’ve been here.”

You shrug. “I guess I’m just not used to people being that nice to me.” You hate the words as soon as you say them; they’re true, though there’s no need to guilt Leo about it.

Leo glances back down at the little sphere before meeting your eyes again. “Well, I’m here to change that. I think that’ll be some good decor for your cabin.”

You frown. “They haven’t, uh…they haven’t quite finished my cabin, yet.”

“What?” Leo asks in disbelief.

You nod. “I don’t mind. It’s in the queue, but seeing as I’m the only child of Nyx for now, it’s a low-priority thing. Really, I’m fine staying in the Hermes cabin. I think this little light will look good on my bedside table, anyway…that is, if the others don’t mind…”

Leo let out a hum, holding his face in his hand, his elbow on the table. He appeared to be…pouting. It gave you an abnormal sense of warmth and amusement to see it.

“The Hermes cabin is always overcrowded, even with the new cabins,” Leo said. “If you…if you promise to be chill about it, you could stay in the Bunker. It’s full of stuff, but it should be no problem getting your cot in there. Then, you won’t have to follow the Hermes cabin’s rules.”

You ponder the notion. “I’m sure you have rules, though.”

Leo shakes his head. “Um, I don’t think so. It’s an absolute fun zone! The only things I could think of would be…don’t touch the dangerous equipment, no dark magic past ten, and, uh…you have to hang out at least once a week. If you start rotting in the corner, I’ll have to kick you out like they did with the old Oracle in the attic.”

It was such an odd proposition. It wasn’t as if this boy you barely knew was inviting you to live with him—it was just him giving you a (presumably) quiet place to sleep. He was being nice…and he wasn’t being sent by anyone. Presumably.

“If this is some sort of prank,” you start uncertainly. “I will perform dark magic on you.”

“No pranks,” Leo promises. “At least, not yet. I’m not liable if I do a little hand-in-a-bowl-of-warm-water, but you don’t have to worry about that until you least expect it. Maybe…you could do a trial run. Come by and take a look around, watch a movie. I made a new projector, and—“

“You made a new projector?” You ask incredulously.

Leo nods, curls bouncing, his eyes alive with interest. “I’m still working on the popcorn machine, unfortunately…it keeps combusting, and the popcorn gets absolutely obliterated…”

For some reason, his utter melancholy over combusted popcorn makes you laugh. The sound surprises you so much, you cover your mouth with your hand.

Leo looks at you in disbelief, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “That settles it, then. We’re watching a comedy—I gotta hear you laugh again.”

You shake your head, cheeks flushed, positive the other campers are staring at the pair of you. For some reason, though, you can’t bring yourself to care. You are just beyond relieved to find yourself with a new friend…especially one as cute as Leo.

[bomber-grl]

Leo Valdez relationship hc♡

₊˚⊹Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x Gn!reader (no pronouns/no specific godly parent)

₊˚⊹Warning(s): Some cringe things so proceed with caution 😭

If you thought he was annoying he gets 100x worse

Like you know that one friend that gets a lil too comfortable around you?

Yea well that’s him except he’s your boyfriend

Now, I kinda sorta imagine diff sides of him as ur bf

So the most obvious way is him acting annoyingly clingy and such

He’s always cuddling up to you, calling you cringe nicknames/pet names, and just being so clingy and affectionate

Not that you hate it

He’s so sweet too, like he knows he’s annoying and stuff but for the most part it’s just to tease or mess with you

And when it comes to the more emotional part of the relationship, he’s there

You can only guess it’s because of how he always tries to hide his true feelings behind jokes and humor

Due to your relationship you two began getting closer and thus conversations of his true feelings and thoughts were revealed along the way.

So it just makes you sad that not enough people realize how sad and miserable he can be sometimes.

The reality of this slaps you in the face when you accidentally stumbled into him bawling his eyes out and very obviously going through something serious, then starts laughing and throwing out jokes at his own expense

Like why??

All you could think of doing was hugging him. Really settled in stone that y’all are 4lifers

Continuing from that, he really does like you

Like all his life he was literally “the other woman” in the sense that no one ever wanted him back.

So once you return his feelings he’s bamboozled

He genuinely takes a step back and tells you to stop joking around.

That’s how bad it was

Well, because of how taken back he was he not only made jokes but eventually realized there was no reason to use them as a cover anymore and just hugged and thanked you.

Yea, thanked you for liking him

Most times you enjoy each-others company in either your cabin, if not in bunker 9

While you’re just chilling in there practicing or doing whatever and him just working on a project he asks what makes him so attractive to you

Of course he drops jokes like “ofc I’m super sexy” or “how could u resist me?”

But when you ultimately tell him what you liked about him and how cute you found him-

He flusters

Badly

How easy it is to fluster him is one thing you absolutely love about him

He’s always getting overly cocky and flirting with you like there’s no tomorrow while dropping the most down right horrendous pet names known to man

(Ex: pookie wookie bear, sugar booger, etc)

Most times when Leo would flirt with girls in the past they’d ignore him and basically look down on him. ( which we all know)

Well when your lovely ass comes around he does the same routine

But unlike before, you actually reciprocate this flirting

And he combusts on the spot

*leo exe has stopped working*

Quite literally

He’s so unused to his affections being returned it’s literally whiplash the second it is

Gets to the point where he’s so embarrassed from your constant harassing teasing and flirting that he covers his face and basically whines out, begging for you to stop.

What a simp

(This statement is quite literally acknowledged by everyone else too LMAOO)

aside from that, he’s super hot

Literally

Concerningly so, especially during the summer

And it’s the absolute worse

Not only do you have to worry over him potentially over heating and passing out -

But also worry about yourself passing out CUZ THIS MAN DOES NOT KNOW PERSONAL SPACE!!!😭😭😭

He’s always clinging onto you and it could be 100 degrees outside and he truly does not give a flying fuck

It gets to the point where you have to peel him off of you, or at least beg someone else to do so in your place

And then he pouts and acts upset like??

Would he rather you die of over heating??😭

Like sorry we all ain’t fire resistant 🙄

Your personality takes a whole 180 during winter

Sure, they have the weather controller dome at camp but during missions that’s when you cling to him.

He always just lets you because of how touch starved the poor guy is.

(You probably are too if we’re being real here)

In the case that the weather controller isn’t working and it starts snowing then you most definitely sneak him in your cabin or bunker 9-

(I firmly believe he would build beds or sum shit for y’all to hang there and eat snacks)

And y’all would cuddle. You’d be warmly tucked under the sheets away from the harsh winds and hearing nothing else but each others breath.

Going back to physical affection in your relationship- home dude would be stressingggg

He’s be so nervous and his heartbeat would speed up anytime you’d hug and hold his hand.

Again, he gets way clingier and once y’all kiss there ain’t no going back.

He’s stuck to you forever.

If you ever want to cuddle or sleep in the same bed as him for a “sleepover”-ish thing then best believe dudes gonna be the worst sleepover- partner??

Just imagine this-

Leo, you ,both laying side by side under warm sheets on a dark winter night.

No light besides that of the moon and y’all have been pretty intimate and emotional. Just getting to know each-other on another level

Finally you’re falling asleep, your lids are drooping and you breath calms down after Leo shed a few tears.

Then all you hear is-

“Bro imagine if-“

Literal slap to the face

Like you can’t tell me he doesn’t say the most random shit and stops yall from actually sleeping. Literally has y’all giggling and shit all night.

If you’re in your cabin and you have siblings- they literally tell you to shut the fuck up and be grateful they let ur lil boyfriend sleep there without snitching.

Like goddamn

Never have y’all once slept in Leo’s cabin because how how fucking weird his siblings are-

Anyway 🙃

Bro is always showing you off

He has you on his arm and always saying shit about how he pulled a baddie

Like, sir, you’re the baddie

Anyway

Best believe home dude spoils you

Like sure, sometimes he’s a lil broke but he’s always making and buying you little things

Which is honestly so sweet 😭😭

Especially when you react by cuddling him and just peppering his face in kisses

He’s glad to have you as his significant other

I mean in his own words

“All da ladies love Leo”

(Ofc replaced w a Gn term cuz I’m sure everyone loves Leo lmao)

[nebbyy]

 Leo Valdez x Child of Aphrodite!reader

A/N: I haven’t got much to say this time, just a reminder that requests are open and will remain this way for some weeks at the very least:))

Warning: absolutely none (maybe some swearing? But like, two bad words), just pure fluff. Also, reader uses female pronouns

It was kind of against your destiny to fall in love: Aphrodite is bound to never return Hephaestus’ love, so that they’re stuck in a loveless marriage. With the two of you, it’s the total opposite

The exact same MOMENT you see the boy in camp, disheveled look, face covered in machine oil and dust, you’re, absolutely smitten

It’s the classical “she fell first, he fell harder” type of trope

He notices you pretty early on too, but he doesn’t even try to approach you at first

I mean, no way that the prettiest child of Aphrodite could ever even look into his direction, you’re wayyyy over his league

It takes Piper’s help to start things up, when she accidentally stumbles upon Leo while she was taking a walk around camp. “Oh how rude of me. Y/N, this is my best friend, Leo”

It would be embarrassing to write down just how much he’s stumbled on his words the first time the two of you talked, just because of how he was absolutely captured by your godly beauty

He comes to find that you’re also a lot more than you’re looks: you’re funny, smart, clever, strong as fuck, and one of the best friends Leo has ever known

It doesn’t take long for him to realize that he’s completely and irrevocably in love with you, but oh boy how long does it take him to confess it to you

He had prepared this big, fancy plan to take you by the beach, with candles all around, a circle of rose petals and in the center of it a picnic filled with all of your favorite foods waiting to be devoured

Too bad he didn’t check the weather that morning, or he would’ve seen that a storm was expected right on that evening. He might’ve asked for Percy’s or Jason’s help too, maybe they could’ve done some big-god shit to prevent the rain

Nevertheless, you both found yourself soaked wet, standing by a line of extinguished candles, the petals long gone with the wind, and the food watered down to a soup

He wanted to drown himself in the sea right then and there, but he was quickly stopped by your laugh coming from behind him

Oh gods, where you making fun of him? Did you figure out what his intentions were? It must’ve been it, I mean, how could you ever want to have anything to do with him other than simple friendship, he’s been so stupid so reckles-

His track of thoughts was interrupted by your hands grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a loving kiss, your skilled lips so soft and comforting against his much inexperienced ones

“You could’ve just told me you liked me at Camp, you know.”

“Wait, was it that simple?”

You laughed again shaking your head at his cluelessness, and he swore the sound of your laugh could’ve been the only thing he needed to live from that moment on

Okay no maybe food too, but you get the idea

You spend most of the time chilling in cabin 9 while he works on his projects, chilling in his bed or peaking at what he was doing

He definitely calls you dove for obvious reasons

Best believe that as soon as you guys are a thing all his flirting with every girl that moves is OVER my boy does not come from the streets he’s a loyal mf

After the curfew you usually sneak out to chill in some secluded area in the forest, and cuddle for hours in the moonlight

And whenever it rains, you waste no time to go at the beach and dance in the rain, reminiscing about the day you two got together

Oh, and get ready to see Leo as an emotional wreck anytime one of you is on a quest, when he’s unable to text you or hear anything from you for days or even WEEKS

He’s sure that’s worse than Prometheus’ destiny

Overall it’s like a golden retriever - siamese cat relationship, 10/10 would recommend

[percyjavksongf]

𝐈𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬.•☆

➤𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➤𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏’𝟓𝟏𝟐

➤𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐛𝐡, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐚𝐟

all you could feel was warmth, a delightfully cozy knitted blanket was tucked firmly around you and your pillow was slightly lumpy. Your eyes fluttered open and took their time adjusting to your surroundings, you peered down and noticed your pillow wasn’t a pillow at all, but Leo’s camo jacket folded up under your head, he must’ve noticed you drifting off before you had even realised.

You scanned the cabin for the man in question and quickly spotted him sitting hunched over by his work desk, the sheen layer of sweat reflecting off the dying fire that accompanied him. You watched him quietly, not wanting to break his concentration from whatever new project he had come up with while in your slumber.

Your eyes fell once again onto the glowing fireplace, this was Leo’s first winter at camp and thankfully he had been enjoying himself so far, you know from experience that some campers find the holidays to be a solemn time but you had been keen on making sure Leo enjoyed his first winter and didn’t fall into the seasonal depression that was easily obtained, you weren’t judging of course, if you didn’t have Leo by your side you’d be dealing with it.

Your gaze shifted back over to Leo, who, despite the snow that was pounding against the exterior of the cabin, was only dressed in his white tank top and cargo pants, you were always jealous of his inability to feel the cold, his body did always seem to run warmer than anyone else’s at camp.

You watched as he wrote quickly on his oil stained notepad, throwing it aside to continue at the practical work needed for his latest idea, you smiled against Leo’s jacket and continued to watch his every move, taking this opportunity to admire all the ways his personality shone through, the bouncing of his left leg when he was really concentrated, the way his dark hair curled around his ears and fell against his eyes, you always adored his curls, each strand adorned a beautiful golden hue from the dime fire in front of him, those curls of his also always seemed to have a mind of their own. His dark eyes were concentrated and sharply focused on his work, his face flushed slightly from the heat of the room and every minute or so he’d use his free, non oily hand to push his curls out of his field of view.

You didn’t know how long you’d been watching for, but Leo had you in such a dream like trance that you didn’t really mind, you had finally started to feel the chill of the room kissing intensely against your exposed skin through the holes of the knitted blanket, you shifted as quietly as you could in the blanket in an attempt to warm up but after a minute of this you gave up, deciding to sit up from your current position.

You looked over and noticed Leo had moved in his seat and was sitting with his back towards you, seemingly unaware of your movement, he always got like this when he was invested in his work, a bomb could go off outside and he wouldn’t hear a thing. You let your sock cladded feet hit the cool wooden floor and walked softly towards him, the blanket long forgotten. Once you reached his hunched frame you wrapped your arms around him and rested your chin on his exposed shoulder, you felt his jump slightly beneath you before settling, relaxing under your touch

“sorry, did I wake you?” his voice was laced with exhaustion and you shook your head no

“nah, just got cold and thought I’d come see what my human heater was up too” you felt the smile that spread against his face when his cheek pressed against your temple, Leo pushed his chair back and beckoned you to sit in his lap, which you did so without protest. Once you sat comfortably with you side pressed against his chest, he wrapped his arms around you to keep you from slipping away.

You looked outside again and noticed the snow was calming now, you were glad that they let the outside weather enter camp sometimes, you knew it would look like a dream outside tomorrow morning.

“we’re gonna build the best snowman tomorrow” you sigh happily

“obviously” Leo grins. You huff at the thought of having to make your way back to your cabin in the snow, it was pretty to look at in the warmth of Leo’s cabin but actually having to go out into it? You’re sure you’d get lost.

“cielo? Whats wrong?” you feel his hand come up to mess with your hair, running his fingers through and brushing against your now warm cheek.

“just thinking about having to track through that snow, you might have to go collect my frozen body tomorrow morning” your dramatics earn you an eye roll and a pinch to your side,

“hey!”

“you really think I’d make you walk back to your cabin in that weather? Cariño I never thought you’d think so little of me” the kiss pressed to the top of your head confirms that you’re not going anywhere tonight, you grabbed Leo’s free hand and inspect his fingers, oil covered and slightly scratched as always, you tutted and grabbed the pack of wipes you left on Leo’s worktop a couple of days ago, cleaning the oil off gently, ignoring Leo’s protests on how you didn’t need to do that for him

“i’m not sharing a bed with you if you’re all greasy” you laughed at the false offence Leo displayed at your objections

“fine, fine, I’ll get cleaned up and you make yourself comfortable”

you jump off Leo’s lap and make your way to the makeshift bed, dragging it closer to the fire and plopping yourself down on it, burrowing yourself into the soft wool blanket. You hear Leo come back into the room and peak up from under the sheets, blushing under Leo’s curiously intense gaze

“you ok in there?” he calls out as if you’re gone far away, you imagine how silly you must look to a man that’s never needed to swaddle himself for warmth and you laugh at the idea of it.

“I’m cold”

“that’s what I’m here for” he says boastfully before sliding himself beside you, if the heat is too much for him he doesn’t mention it.

Your hands find each other and you let yourself enjoy the feeling of his body next to yours, you both lay on your sides staring at each other for awhile, making each other laugh with lame jokes and recapping the best parts of the day before. The longer you laid beside Leo the more you knew he was the person you wanted to lay beside forever, it just felt so natural with him, no need to put up a front or act like everything was always ok, because being demigods meant that there were hard times, tearful goodbyes and painful memories, but its easier to deal with the hardships with someone like Leo by your side, you know from the bits he’s told you of his life before finding out he was the son of a god that he didn’t have it easy, but he made it through. Being a demigod means being a survivor, being viewed as determined, skilled and strong, but theres strength in numbers, being with Leo made you stronger, and the same can be said for him.

You didn’t notice the silence that had taken over the two of you, the feeling of Leo’s fingers brushing hair out of your eyes brings you back to the present, blinking up at him, you notice the softness in his dark eyes, his fingers dragging down your face and to resting against your cheek and neck.

“you know I’ll always look after you, right?” you furrow your brows at the confession, and Leo smiles that soft sort of smile, like when someone knows a secret that you don’t.

“I know” you whisper back, “i’ll always look after you too”.

Leo leans forward and presses his warms lips to your forehead, shuffling closer to you and bringing the blanket closer to you, not that you really needed it anymore. You let your tired eyes drift back to the window, the snow had finally stopped, leaving behind frosted windows and what you guessed was a foot of snow outside waiting for the eager campers tomorrow morning, you smile at the thought of everyone getting a snow day, no fear of monsters and prophecies, just teenagers being teenagers. You press your nose into the side of Leo’s neck and revel in the feeling of Leo’s hand drawing patterns on your back, you let your thoughts drift back to your conversation minutes prior, in this moment you knew that you were done for, not that you didn’t succumb by choice.

I’ll always look after you.

a/n: hola bitches, this ie sorter then i usually do but i wanted some sweet Leo stuff asap. Hope yous liked it!! Ik it isnt lik fanon Leo where hes super flirty and all but i lik sleepy sweet Leo. Anyways i hqve more Percy Jackson stuff coming so stay tuned ❤️🤭

[queenjunothegreat]

*(rings cowbell)* Who wants some Lost Trio content? @demigod-shenanigans has been Unwell™️and asked for sick!Piper fic, and who would I be to deny such a request? It took me ages to finish it, but that's beside the point. Enjoy!

“Are you okay?” Leo asked gently. She nodded, careful to keep her sight set on one point above Leo’s shoulder in order to avoid getting dizzy again. Leo looked even less convinced than before. “You don’t look too good. C’mere. You can chill out in here with me and we’ll–” “No,” she interrupted sharply, taking a step back from him. “Look, I’m fine. I told you, I’m just tired. You and Jason go have fun on your date, okay?” “What? No, are you–” “I told you I’m fine,” she insisted, her tone turning a little snappish. She turned to make her retreat back down the hall, but before she could go anywhere, she felt overly-warm fingers wrap around her wrist. She looked over her shoulder to see Leo frowning down at their connected hands in shocked confusion, and she snatched her wrist back before he could do some weird fire power thing and deduce her temperature down to the tenth decimal or something. “Bye, Leo. Have fun with Jason.” Before he could say another word, she fled. *** Piper got sick every summer because the world hated her. Fortunately, she's on a boat with her best friends in the world. Unfortunately, said friends are busy.

Piper hated being sick. She doubted anyone loved being sick, but it held a special spot on the shelf of “Well, this sucks” in her heart. When she was little, being sick meant bowl after bowl of warm black bean soup while her dad coddled her and brushed her bangs off her forehead and recited any story she requested in her weak, scratchy voice. But it had been a long, long time since he’d done that. Instead, being sick started to mean disinterested assistants coming into her room every hour on the hour to make sure that she hadn’t died since the last time they’d checked, and maybe a phone call from her dad, assuming he even remembered she was sick in the first place. And even that was only if she was lucky enough to be sick at home, of course. If she got sick at whatever school she’d been most recently shipped off to, she had to brace herself for even less than that.

There had been one time at Wilderness when she’d come down with the flu during that time she and Leo had been roommates. She’d woken him up with her coughing and sneezing in the middle of the night, and she begged him to go back to sleep and just ignore her. At first, it seemed like he was going to do what she’d said, but then he’d mysteriously wound up with a 102 degree fever the next morning, which had miraculously only lasted for as long as she was sick, too. He hadn’t done much, he couldn’t really, but he sat at the foot of her bed and chattered while he tinkered with his little contraptions and made sure she had plenty of water. He’d even snuck into the communal kitchen and made her a bowl of instant ramen with what he swore was vegetable broth instead of chicken. Unfortunately, she’d been hit with another wave of nausea and puked it up less than an hour later, but the gesture was still appreciated. 

That’s where her mind wandered when she woke up in her bed on the Argo II, feeling like she’d been run over with a truck and her skull had been over-inflated. Great. A summer cold. She got them basically every year, for some reason, but she’d been convinced that her shiny new (well, new-ish) status as a demi-god would ward it off this time around. She should have known she wouldn’t be that lucky.

Without wasting what time and little energy she had on an internal debate, she was on her feet, shuffling down the hall, and knocking on the door to Leo’s cabin. 

Surprisingly, he answered. If she’d been even a little more cognizant, she would have expected him to be in the engine room and covered in grease, but he was neither. She blinked slowly at him and squinted. “What are you doing in here?”

He laughed at her, the sound loud and bright and ringing painfully in her skull. “This is my room, Beauty Queen, remember? Better question is what are you doing here before you’ve downed your usual pot of coffee?”

She furrowed her brow at him, ignoring his question. “Why aren’t you covered in gunk?”

He looked a little exasperated now, and his cheeks were starting to flush pink. “I do know what a bath is. You know that, right?” 

“Yeah, but why?”

“You’re the one who said that a man’s gotta make a good impression when he goes out, even if it’s not a first impression.”

Piper froze. She suddenly remembered Leo barging into her room a few nights before, his whole face scarlet and near-about hyperventilating as he recounted Jason sheepishly asking if maybe they could go get ice cream or something next time the Argo II had to make a pitstop. She’d shrieked right along with him, and together they picked out his least grimy pair of cargo shorts and his least embarrassing t-shirt. “We’ve stopped somewhere?”

Leo nodded, and the frown he wore dug a little crease between his furrowed eyebrows. “Uh, yeah. We’re right outside of Barcelona. We talked about this at dinner last night, remember?”

“I– yeah, of course I do,” she lied. “Sorry, you’re right. I definitely need to properly wake up.”

Leo didn’t look entirely convinced, but he still gave her a little smile. “Yeah. You want us to get you anything while we’re down there?”

She shook her head, then squeezed her eyes shut to fight off the wave of dizzy nausea that followed. She took in a short, sharp huff of air and flinched when she felt Leo brush his knuckles across the back of her wrist. She blinked a couple times until Leo’s concerned frown finally came back into focus. His mouth was still moving, so it was obvious he’d said something she didn’t hear. “Huh?”

“Are you okay?” Leo asked gently. She nodded, careful to keep her sight set on one point above Leo’s shoulder in order to avoid getting dizzy again. Leo looked even less convinced than before. “You don’t look too good. C’mere. You can chill out in here with me and we’ll–”

“No,” she interrupted sharply, taking a step back from him. “Look, I’m fine. I told you, I’m just tired. You and Jason go have fun on your date, okay?”

“What? No, are you–”

“I told you I’m fine,” she insisted, her tone turning a little snappish. She turned to make her retreat back down the hall, but before she could go anywhere, she felt overly-warm fingers wrap around her wrist. She looked over her shoulder to see Leo frowning down at their connected hands in shocked confusion, and she snatched her wrist back before he could do some weird fire power thing and deduce her temperature down to the tenth decimal or something. “Bye, Leo. Have fun with Jason.”

Before he could say another word, she fled. 

She stumbled her way back to her bed where she collapsed in a heap. She shivered violently and burrowed her way under her blanket. She’d be fine. She’d been sick before all by herself, and she could do it again. She just needed a nap, and when she felt a little better she’d go get some Nectar or Ambrosia or whatever out of the bathroom medicine cabinet. If thad didn’t work, and she was feeling really desperate, she’d go ask Coach to give her some of that gross Nature Healing Gatorade he’d given her on their quest to rescue Hera. It was gonna suck, just like being sick always did, but it was gonna be okay. 

She’d be fine. 

Piper was not fine. 

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep, but her body ached like she’d been suffering for a thousand years and her head was stuffed to the brim with cotton balls. She was still freezing cold, so she shuddered and pulled her blanket tighter around her shoulders. With a soft, pitiful groan, she rolled over and pressed her face into the firm stomach in front of her, determined to only emerge when the world was a less awful place to be. 

Wait a minute.

She froze to let her brain sluggishly get back up to speed before she tilted her head back and pried open her crusted over eyes to see Jason beaming down at her with warm affection and amusement. “Hi there.”

She just squinted at him. After a moment, she opened her mouth to ask what he was doing there, but that was definitely not what came out. “Who are you?”

“That’s Mickey’s friend Pluto,” Leo’s voice piped up from behind her. She made a half-hearted effort to roll over and look at him, but Jason’s stomach was warm and she was very tired, so she gave up pretty easily. 

When Jason spoke, she could practically hear the way his face puckered at Leo’s claim. “I don’t know who that is, but I don’t think it was a compliment.”

“It wasn’t,” Piper confirmed on an exhausted mumble, hiding her face away again. “I hate Pluto. And Goofy.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can tell Superman all about the injustices of the anthropomorphized world of Mickey Mouse and friends later,” Leo told her. “Right now you have to eat this.”

She whined, but let Leo roll her over onto her back and force feed her a spoonful of pudding. Instantly, the flavor of ramen noodles flooded her mouth and her face twisted up in displeasure. “Gross. What did you just make me eat?”

“Well, it’s Ambrosia, so you’re the one in charge of the flavor, not me,” Leo defended. He pressed the back of his wrist to her forehead and frowned. “Geeze, Beauty Queen, you’ve still got a nasty fever. No wonder you mistook Jason for a yellow cartoon dog.”

 “She did not! That was you!”

“Literally whatever,” Leo dismissed. He sat down on the floor next to her bed so they were practically nose-to-nose, and he frowned at her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling bad earlier?”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Piper warned, ignoring the question. “You’re gonna get sick yourself. Both of you.”

Leo made an incorrect buzzer sound at her, but thankfully it was a lot quieter than the obnoxious noise they normally did. “Try again. I literally can’t catch whatever you have. Unlike you squishy organics, I’m too hot for germs and shit.”

“Well, what about Jason?”

“I had Coach make some immune-boosting Nature Healing stuff, so I’m good,” Jason said. His nose wrinkled. “It’s still gross, in case you were wondering.”

Piper chuckled, but quickly ran out of breath, so she quieted down. Then she frowned again. “Wait, I thought you two were getting ice cream. What are you doing here?”

“We were down there for maybe fifteen minutes before Leo spilled about you acting weird earlier,” Jason told her. “It sounded pretty bad, and we were worried, so we came back and checked on you.”

Piper grimaced. “You didn’t have to do that. Sorry.”

“Well, I’m glad we did it,” Leo frowned. “Piper, you looked… bad. Why didn’t you say something? You were, like, sick-sick. I’m talking full-on unresponsive, we’ve been giving you Nectar on and off for the past hour kind of sick.”

She shrugged and let her eyes slide shut. Their conversation hadn’t been long, but it was exhausting. She kinda just wanted to go back to sleep. “You were busy. I didn’t want to bother you.” 

A heavy silence fell over her little cabin, and she felt like she’d said the wrong thing. She squeezed her eyes shut and took in a deep breath through her nose, determined to deal with whatever they said next with at least what little dignity she had left.

Then, a set of calloused fingers combed through her bangs, gently brushing them away from her forehead. “You’re not a bother, Piper,” Leo said softly. “You’re never gonna be a bother. Not to us. You and me, remember?”

Don’t cry, Piper told herself firmly as she squeezed her eyes shut tighter. She didn’t normally have a problem with any over-emotional bawling sessions she deemed necessary, but they usually left her feeling dehydrated and a little light-headed, which was the opposite of what she probably needed right now. Instead of crying, she grabbed Leo’s wrist and pressed her face into his palm and took in a deep, shuddering breath when he brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. “I’m tired.”

“Then sleep,” Jason ordered kindly. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

“I’ll get you something to eat, too,” Leo added. “Maybe something better than shitty instant ramen, yeah?”

She sniffled, but she couldn’t help but smile. “Promise?”

She kept her eyes shut, but she could hear their answering smiles. “Promise.”

[docdetective]

In The Woods Somewhere

Now that Logan had something to look forward to, the week crawled by painfully slow. Each day seemed to stretch, time dragging like a weight as he wandered through the wilderness, his senses on high alert. He didn’t return to the cabin much, choosing to stay out all night when he knew her plane hadn’t returned. Andi’s story about tranquilizing that bear on her own kept echoing in his mind, leaving a sour taste in his mouth. The thought of her out there, alone, dealing with men and animals alone didn't sit right with him, however confident she was about it. 

Logically, he knew she was able to cover a wide area in her plane, a far wider area than he could ever cover in a day, but it gave him some purpose, and if anything happened to her, he knew he could never forgive himself. It was one thing to not be able to protect Jean from many many powerful mutants, it was quite another to protect a human from an attack from a bear. That would be quick and easy work. 

As he walked, the memory of that snowball fight replayed in his mind. The way she’d laughed, the way she hadn’t backed down even when he’d cornered her. She was fearless in a way that was both irritating and... something else he didn’t want to define. He didn’t like thinking about it, didn’t like the way his thoughts kept drifting back to her in those quiet moments when he wasn’t actively focusing on anything else.

It made him feel better, to be out of the cabin, with a purpose, however unnecessary it probably was. 

Andi carried on with her life as usual, except now there was an undercurrent of contentment she hadn’t felt in years. Something to look forward to, something other than the usual distractions of TV and knitting. There was the anticipation of conversation, of sharing her meals—simple things she hadn’t experienced in so long, that she had convinced herself she didn't need. It was strange how a new presence could slip into her routine and change the very texture of her days, but she couldn’t deny that Logan’s existence had done just that.

She was careful not to let thoughts of him interfere with her job, and she would never let it affect her flying. But when she was alone, when she had nothing to occupy her mind, he was there, his face sharp in her memory, the strong lines of his jaw, the messy cowlicks in his hair that softened his otherwise rugged exterior. And his eyes. Those intense eyes that always seemed to be watching her so closely, like she was the only thing that mattered in that moment.

There were so many unknowns about him, so many reasons she should be cautious.  She didn’t know him, not really. But despite that, there was something about him that her gut said wasn’t a threat. She couldn’t explain it, but deep down, she knew he wasn’t dangerous. Not to her, at least. He was dangerous in the way a storm could be dangerous, unpredictable, powerful, but not malicious. 

Tuesday morning finally came, and since there was no urgent reason for Andi to be out in the bush, she spent the morning calling some of the other remote rangers in the area to compile reports, then working on her latest knitting project. She had never really told Logan a time and so they had ended up cooking together after he arrived, but this time, she wanted to get right into their Friends binge. She put together a meal into a dish and put it back in the fridge, ready to throw in the oven whenever he decided to present himself. 

Andi was facing the windows as she knit, and couldn't help but smile when she saw his figure approaching. She didn’t wait for his knock, but flung open the door as he climbed the stairs. 

“Hey, neighbor,” she greeted, her smile bright enough to chase away the lingering chill that had followed him inside. He felt his own expression soften, a rare reaction he’d started to expect when she was around.

“Were you waiting for me?” he asked, stepping inside and taking in the familiar warmth of her space. It felt like a small sanctuary, one that he had started to look forward to more than he would admit.

“Absolutely, I’m starving.” Andi moved into the kitchen. “I’ve got snacks to start, and we can start Friends while dinner’s in the oven. 

“You really know how to spoil a guy,” he followed her into the kitchen as she put the casserole in. 

She turned around, and started handing him bowls. “I didn’t know what you'd like so I made a selection.” 

Logan watched with a sudden feeling of... what? Something gnawing at the edge of his mind, a sensation he wasn't used to and definitely didn’t want to explore, but it left him feeling warm and cozy, like sliding into a warm bed on a cold cold night. The way she handed him the bowls, so casual, like this was something they did all the time. It was simple, almost domestic. 

He set the bowls down on the counter, glancing sideways at her as she busied herself with the snacks. This was different. Completely different from anything he'd let himself be a part of in a long time. He didn't know why it was happening now—why, of all places and people, this was the one thing he couldn't just walk away from.

"Selection, huh?" he muttered, leaning against the counter, watching her with that familiar half-scowl. "You trying to fatten me up?"

She laughed, that soft, unguarded sound that seemed to come so easily around him. "Hey, if you're not gonna eat it, I will."

Logan's eyes drifted over her, and he felt something tug at him—something he tried to push down. This was stupid. He shouldn’t be thinking like this. She was human, normal, a far cry from the kind of life he was meant for. She didn’t know. She couldn’t know. He couldn’t drag her into the kind of mess that followed him, not with what he was.

But then, she turned to him with that bright, easy smile again, her eyes catching his for just a moment too long. He felt that familiar warmth creeping up, the same one that had been growing since the night in the snow.

He clenched his jaw, trying to shake it off. "You really don’t gotta go through all this trouble," he added, his tone rough but lacking the bite. 

Andi gave him a sideways glance as she finished putting the casserole in the oven. “Trouble? This is barely any work, Logan. You act like I cooked a five-course meal or something.”

He shrugged, his hands moving idly over the bowl of popcorn. “Just seems like a lot of fuss for just me.”

“Well, I figured you’d appreciate the variety,” she teased, coming over to stand next to him, brushing her hand lightly across his as she grabbed a bowl of chips. “Didn’t want you thinking I’m a lazy host.”

Logan felt that familiar tension spike in his chest, the briefest contact of her fingers sending an unsettling warmth through him. He didn’t like it—didn’t like how easily she could make him feel something he hadn’t felt in years. And for what? She didn’t even know him, not really. She didn’t know the half of it.

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, trying to shake off the feeling. “You’re spoiling me, and I don’t like it.”

Andi laughed, and there was something so carefree in the sound that it tugged at something deep inside him. “Too bad. You’re gonna get used to it.” She nudged him with her elbow, not seeing the way he stiffened, trying to keep himself at arm’s length.

Logan snorted, accepting the bowl. She was fearless in the most ridiculous ways. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t get used to me sticking around too much. I’m not exactly prime company."

"Sure," she said, her eyes narrowing playfully. "But you keep coming back."

Logan felt the air shift between them, just for a second. That pull he’d been trying to ignore. Damn it, she was right. He did keep coming back. And he didn’t have a good reason why.

He froze for a moment, processing that thought, but she brushed past him, leading the way to the couch, and Logan followed,  He settled onto the worn cushions next to her, the warmth of her presence close but not too close. He should’ve been comfortable, but his mind wouldn’t let him settle. Not with her right there.

He shifted, adjusting himself on the couch, realizing it wasn’t the cushions or the stiffness that was bugging him. It was something else. He wasn’t supposed to get comfortable anywhere—not here, not with anyone.

But he was. That’s what scared him.

Five episodes in, Andi collected the dishes from between them and put them in the sink.

I’ll do those tomorrow. 

The time with Logan was now something she craved, to look over and watch that tough expression melt into a smile at something stupid on the TV. Or the way his head would tilt back as he ate, his eyes fluttering closed and whole lanky body actually relaxed for once. From her view, she saw his low chuckle and shoulders shake as he laughed at the scene, those damned cowlicks ever present. 

She wiped her hands on a dish towel, trying to shake the feeling creeping over her. They were just watching Friends , just hanging out, but it had started to feel like more than that. She caught herself watching for his reactions, feeling a flicker of warmth whenever he laughed at a scene or muttered some sarcastic comment under his breath.

“You gonna stand there staring all night or join me?” Logan’s voice cut through her thoughts, a teasing edge to it.

Andi snapped out of her daze, her cheeks flushing slightly as she crossed back to the couch. “Sorry, I was just thinking how funny it is that you of all people are so into this show.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching as if he were holding back a smirk. “Yeah, well, you put it on. I’m just... indulging your weird tastes.”

“Uh-huh,” she shot back, sitting down beside him. “You’re laughing harder than I am, admit it.”

“Dream on.” He glanced over at her, his expression softening just a fraction as he held her gaze until she looked away.

Andi turned her head back to the show, but she was no longer paying attention to the plot. The way he looked at her, the way his gaze had lingered, sent butterflies swirling in her stomach. Andi felt as if she could feel the warmth radiating from his body, even though they were on opposite sides of the couch. She could smell the faint scent of woodsmoke mixed with something distinctly him—something warm and masculine that made her heart race.

Since their first meeting, there was something about his rugged handsomeness, the way his strong jawline caught the light, and those intense eyes that seemed to see straight through her that drew her in, making her pulse quicken. She couldn’t help but notice the way his muscles moved beneath his shirt, and it sent her thoughts spiraling. She caught herself imagining what it would be like to lean closer, run her hands through his hair, kiss him. But with those thoughts came a wave of uncertainty. He probably didn’t feel the same. He was obviously up here alone for a reason, and was likely only here for the meal. 

Each time he laughed, that low, rumbling sound that sent warmth flooding through her, she felt the urge to reach out, to pull him closer, but she hesitated, keeping to her side of the couch, sneaking glances.

The time ticked on, each episode passing. Andi wouldn’t admit it, but she was not keeping up with the plot anymore, her eyes didn’t want to stay open, but she didn't want the night to end. But he was here, and happy. She was happy, and he was filling something within her soul she didn’t know was empty. 

–

–

Logan stirred, blinking his eyes open slowly. The room was dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of the TV playing the last few minutes of Friends.He groaned quietly, his mind hazy as he adjusted to being awake. For a moment, he didn’t move, disoriented by the unfamiliar feeling of waking up without the usual jolt of adrenaline or edge of panic. His mind was foggy, peaceful even.

Warmth. Not his own.

He froze, instinctively holding his breath. His gaze dropped to where Andi lay, down the quilt, as he registered where her legs barely brushed against his under the covers, one hand reached back and resting on his hip. Instantly, his chest tightened, and he froze, like any movement might shatter the strange quiet between them. Their legs were barely touching beneath the covers, but that subtle point of contact of her hand sent a wave of something through him, something he didn’t want to put a name to.

She was still there, asleep beside him. It wasn’t some hazy dream. She was real, and worse—he liked it. Too much.

He lay there for a moment, watching her sleep quietly. She looked so peaceful, wrapped up in the blankets like she belonged there, beside him. The tension that usually gnawed at him had disappeared. He’d slept better than he had in years, no nightmares, no panic, just calm. Andi had trusted him enough to fall asleep next to him, and his chest tightened with something dangerously close to affection. It felt too good, too right.

His pulse quickened as the reality of the situation hit him hard. 

  Shit.

He ran a hand over his face, trying to piece together his thoughts. He had slept well, too well, with no nightmares, no waking in a panic, no claws coming out. Just peaceful, dreamless sleep, something he hadn’t experienced in years. It should have been a relief, but instead, it filled him with a quiet sense of dread. Because the reason he had slept so easily was lying right beside him .

Andi. The strong, beautiful woman that just happened to be out here in the middle of nowhere with him. Who's couch he had fallen asleep on. 

Her breathing was soft, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. She looked peaceful, her arm tucked under her head, eyelashes resting softly against her cheek. He could hear her heartbeat, and it was steady, calm.  She had trusted him enough to fall asleep beside him, and more than that, he hadn’t hurt her. He hadn’t woken up in a cold sweat, claws ready to strike. Somehow, being around her had quelled that constant undercurrent of tension he always carried. For the first time in a long time, Logan had felt like himself. He hadn’t been running. He hadn’t been on guard. He had just been.

He watched her face, his expression softening without his permission. She looked so vulnerable, so trusting. It hit him like a punch to the gut, how much he wanted to stay in this moment, how much he wanted to stay forever and stay by her side, make sure she’d be safe. 

But now, as he stared at her sleeping form, that peace started to evaporate, replaced by a growing sense of unease. What the hell was he doing here? He wasn’t supposed to get comfortable like this, wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not with her. She was human—normal. She had no idea who he really was, what he was capable of. The thoughts churned in his mind, gnawing at him like a wound that wouldn’t close.

His mind started to spiral, the memories creeping in, uninvited. Jean. The way she had smiled at him, how he had thought—no, believed—he had found a home with her and at the X-mansion. And then how it had all fallen apart, how his love for her had destroyed everything. His fists clenched at the thought, and he could feel the phantom pain of his claws cutting through his skin, just as they had cut through so many others.

And then there was Marie. The memory of her limp body in his arms, his claws embedded in her chest. He had nearly killed her, and that was the reality of it. He was a weapon, always a threat to those closest to him, even when he didn’t mean to be.

His breath hitched slightly, his chest tightening as he looked at Andi again. The thought of her lying in his arms, bleeding because of him, made him feel sick. He was so damned worried about keeping her safe from bears, from wild animals, but the truth was, the biggest threat to her safety was him.

He glanced at her again, the rationalization picking up speed in his mind. She didn’t know who he really was—what he was capable of. The quiet moments, the banter, the way she trusted him... she had no idea what he was, and whatever trust she had placed in him would be gone in an instant. Hell, he could barely keep himself from going off the rails most days. If he let himself get even closer, if she shared the same feeling for him, it wouldn’t end well.

He shifted slightly, pulling away from her just a fraction, testing the distance. His mind churned, working through the steps logically. It wasn’t a matter of if, but when. He was a ticking time bomb, and when he went off, she’d be caught in the blast.

His claws itched beneath his skin, a dark reminder of the thing he carried with him, always lurking beneath the surface. He swallowed hard, his mouth dry. He wasn’t the guy who could be around her like this, not without fucking it up. She deserved better. Someone who wouldn’t wake up with claws out, ready to hurt her by accident.

He pulled away just enough to put some distance between them. Every inch felt like pulling teeth, the weight of the decision heavy in his chest. He wanted to stay. He wanted to, more than he’d admit, but staying wasn’t an option. He knew how this would end if he didn’t get out now.

He glanced at her again, the rise and fall of her chest steady as she slept, blissfully unaware of the storm inside his head. She looked so damn peaceful, trusting. That’s what tore him up the most. She trusted him. And he had no business being the guy she trusted. The guy she was letting in.

Logan sat up, the quilts rustling as he moved. A physical distance was easier to create than the mental one. He had to go. He had to walk out before this spiraled any more than it already had. He couldn’t give her the chance to wake up and make it harder than it already was to leave, to run, to create a distance she was so fucking good at closing.

He forced himself to his feet, the warmth of her proximity slipping away as he stood there, staring down at her one last time. It felt like someone had twisted a knife in his chest, but he didn’t flinch. This was what he had to do. If he really cared, he’d leave now, before he dragged her deeper into his darkness. And he did care about her, far too much.

Logan made his way to the door, each step heavier than the last. His body felt sluggish, like it was dragging through mud, weighed down by something more than just the usual fatigue. Every fiber of him screamed to turn around, to just lay back down, and pretend for a little longer that he wasn’t who he was—that he could stay here with her and have this. But he couldn’t.

His hand rested on the doorknob, cold metal under his palm, and he stood frozen, staring at it as if it held the answer to some question he wasn’t ready to ask. His throat tightened, a bitter lump forming there as the realization washed over him again. The truth he’d been running from, the one he kept shoving down, clawing its way back up.

I can’t stay and play house. I’m a monster. 

He could picture it so clearly in his head: a life where none of this mattered. Where he wasn’t what he was, a mutant, a weapon. He could be normal, a guy who could enjoy waking up next to someone without the fear of hurting them, of losing control. 

But he wasn’t any other man. And that dream, that ridiculous, fleeting hope, evaporated the moment he remembered what lay beneath his skin. The claws. The violence. The endless baggage. All the reasons he had to keep his distance from people like her, as strong as she was, she wouldn’t be able to handle him.

His chest burned, a low ache spreading beneath his ribs, an emptiness that had been filled by her, and now was quickly being drained, that could never be truly filled. No matter how much he wanted this—wanted her—it would always be just out of reach. Because he wasn’t made for this kind of life. He wasn’t made to have what everyone else did, what normal people had. It wasn’t for him. It never had been.

His grip tightened on the knob, knuckles turning white as he clenched it harder than he meant to. The pain in his chest twisted, like something sharp was lodged there, stabbing deeper the longer he stayed. His muscles ached, but not from exhaustion—from something worse. Something inside him wanted out, but it stayed locked behind years of walls and defenses he couldn’t let crumble. His chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths as the weight of it all bore down on him. His heart was hammering now, blood roaring in his ears. He tried to swallow, but his throat was dry, and the air felt thick, suffocating. 

Logan exhaled a shuddering breath, his fingers slowly slipping from the knob as he braced himself. The door felt like a barrier, one he wasn’t ready to cross. His throat tightened again, the bitterness of it all rising up, hot and sharp, but he swallowed it down. He had to. This was what he had to do.

He couldn’t stay, because the moment he let himself believe he could have this, it would all come crashing down. And he’d be the one to destroy it.

With one last glance over his shoulder at Andi—peaceful, still asleep, her face illuminated softly by the flickering TV light—he let go of the doorknob, stepping back. The urge to walk back to her, to stay, surged inside him like a tidal wave, but he buried it, pushing it deep down where it belonged.

He turned back to the door and finally forced it open, the cold air from the hallway seeping in. It bit at his skin, sharp and biting, but it didn’t compare to the cold settling in his chest as he stepped through, leaving behind what he could never have. He shut it quickly, not warning the cold air to wake her up. She wouldn’t understand, even if he could find the words to explain. She would think she could though, and he could picture it now. 

He shook his head to clear the picture and started walking, then running, the claws coming out as he fell to his knees in the dark forest, the pain in his heart finally something that fucking mutation couldn’t heal. 

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[gaybananabread]

Can you please do day 26 as lee!will and ler!nico from percy jackson? Nico doesn’t get enough ler moments in fics :(( thanks :DD

TickleTober Day 26 - Ticklish Kiss

~I have LOVED getting to write these two nerds! Wasn’t expecting any requests for Riordanverse stuff, so I’m really happy some came in! Nico as a ler is the scariest but most heart-melting thought I’ve had. This is pretty much straight-up fluff and projected gayness. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Will Solace

Ler: Nico di Angelo

Summary: Nico and Will enjoy a nice day in, cuddling together in the Hades cabin. Nico gets into a playful mood and decides that Will’s neck is the perfect target for some tickly mischief.

Warnings: none! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“You’re so adorable like this. I love it when your hair’s all messy~”

“Ugh, shut up, you sap…”

Nico rolled his eyes affectionately, snuggling closer to his boyfriend. The two were enjoying some quality time in the Hades cabin, making good use of its loneliness. Nico usually hated feeling so isolated, but with Will… Well, it was nice to have some privacy.

“You know you love it,” Will teased, pulling Nico against his chest. He was warm, fending off the slight cold chill that had rolled in for the week. He knew he was being a little much, but it was fun.

“I do, but still.” Nico rolled onto Will’s chest, nuzzling his face in the blonde’s neck.

The son of Apollo wrapped his arms around Nico's waist, squeezing him like a teddy bear as he admired him. He may have been an edgy grump, but he was Will’s edgy grump to cuddle and love.

“Mmph…quit looking at me like that.” The ball of darkness gave his boyfriend's side a squeeze, making him giggle. How could he always tell, even when his eyes were hidden?

“What, I can't look at my boyfriend when he's being adorable?” Will planted a little kiss on the top of his head. “Seems unreasonable.”

“Nope. It's illegal now, punishable by death.” Nico spoke against Will's shirt, the fabric dampening his voice. “Close your eyes or be destroyed by the Ghost King.”

Will couldn't help but snort at that, imagining Nico and a horde of McDonald’s-hungry skeletons glaring at him. Of course, he’d have to look up, and… Well, the blonde just couldn’t help but find his glare precious from that angle.

“I’d like to see that, shorty.”

“Oh my- screw you!” Nico gently headbutted his boyfriend’s chin, making Will laugh. His chest bounced up and down, moving Nico with it. It felt nice…even if he was being a jerk.

Mumbling a few colorful words under his breath, Nico settled back in against the warm skin of Will’s neck. He trailed a few lazy kisses along the side of it, enjoying how the little hairs on Will’s neck bristled beneath his lips.

“N-Nico…” Will was attempting a warning tone, but it was more giddy than anything. The smile on his lips stretched out, growing wobbly at the edges. He could already feel his cheeks beginning to burn.

“Yes, my little care bear?” Nico grinned against Will’s neck, placing a few butterfly kisses beneath his chin. He felt the muscles of his boyfriend’s neck contract from the contact, the hiss he let out making Nico’s heart flutter. Bingo.

“Gohods, don’t- this is mehean!” Will whined, scrunching up his shoulders in defense. He loved the kisses, but the feel of them… It was so cruel!

Nico only grinned at his boyfriend’s complaints, nuzzling his hair against the boy’s neck. “Think you started it, Solace. You asked for this.”

“No I dihihidn’t!” Will’s grip around Nico tightened as he began to squirm, the little kisses and nuzzles sending a gentle buzzing through his nervous system. He didn’t want to push the boy off, but he couldn’t lie still. Stupid ticklish neck…

“You so did! Calling me short, teasing me, being a dork… Those are all serious offenses, Solace.” Making use of his hands, Nico spidered his fingers along Will’s ribs. The boy’s worn-out Camp Half-Blood t-shirt was hardly protective, barely dulling the evil sensation of Nico’s teasing.

“Hehehey! Nihicohoho!” Will rolled onto his side, bringing Nico with him. The ravenette wasn’t phased, letting his elbow brace him before continuing.

Will’s giddy smile was like a beacon, drawing Nico in with its warm light. The edgy teen liked it even more than his boyfriend’s actual light powers.

“You’re so squirmy, Will,” Nico cooed, feeling extra playful. He trailed little kisses up to Will’s ears, blowing on the back of one to hear his little squeak. “Ticklish, too.”

“Youhuhu lihihihittle- EEEeehehehe! Jeheherk!” Will tried to curl up, bringing his knees up. Nico just pushed them back down, grunting softly with the effort. Will was physically stronger than him, but he noticeably wasn’t trying that hard to protect himself or escape.

“You loooove thiiiis~” Nico sing-songed the words in his ear, his fingers curling on his boyfriend's belly. Will’s arms snapped down, clamping against his sides as he tried to guard his worst spot.

“N-NOHOHOHO! NIHICOHOHO, IHI- TIHIHICKLES!” Will’s boisterous, unrestrained laughter filled the dark Hades cabin as his worst spot was targeted. He did his best to wiggle and get the offending fingers away from his stomach, but he didn’t want the silliness to stop entirely.

“No? Why ‘no’? I’m not lying, Solace. You’re loving every second of this.” Nico’s voice was plain as he said it, knowing his words rang true. Will had told him a while ago that he enjoyed being tickled; while Nico occasionally had problems with touch, he enjoyed it on occasion as well.

“Y-YEAHAHAH, BUHUT- GYAHAHA! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!” Will kicked out and turned away as Nico’s fingers moved to his navel. He’d agreed on enjoying it; why was he still being tickled so mercilessly?

“But I like it here. It makes you laugh so sweetly~” The teases were rare from Nico, especially when they were so lovingly mischievous. Will would usually let him tickle for longer than that, but he was already nearing his limit. The tease pushed him over the edge.

“N-NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE! T-TEHEHESORO!” Will tapped out, the nickname slipping out through his laughter. Nico moved away from his stomach, instead wrapping his arms around the blonde’s chest.

“Shit, sorry, too much. Are you okay?” Nico brushed his boyfriend’s curly hair aside, checking to see if he’d upset him. That was a bit farther than he usually took things…

“Y-youhuhu’re fihihihine…” Will took a few deep, giggly breaths as he calmed down, pulling Nico closer. He was always really cuddly after being tickled. “Wow. Soho mean, death boy.”

“Shush, gigglebox.” Nico huffed at the little nickname, letting himself be cuddled once again. Thanks to the day’s training activities, he was decently sure nobody had heard Will’s cackling. Speaking of nicknames…

“Did you call me ‘tesoro,’ Solace?” Nico’s grin turned smug as he grinned at the flustered boy next to him. It wasn’t the first time they’d used pet names, but they weren’t a regular thing between the two.

“I…maybe.” Will huffed, his cheeks somehow burning even brighter from the acknowledgement. “You’re special and precious to me, like a treasure. So…yeah.”

“Aww, Will! I love it, and I love you.” Nico let himself smile as he gave Will a proper kiss, pressing their lips together. He could feel Will’s twitch against his, forming a wobbly, giddy smile. That time, however, it was for a completely different reason.

“Love you too, Nico.” Will’s eyes sparkled with adoration as he pulled back, pulling the boy’s fluffy black blanket overtop them.

The shorter teen happily snuggled into the new warmth, pressing the side of his head against Will’s chest. He found his heartbeat, thumping steadily in his chest. It was a bit faster than normal, but Nico was used to hearing that when he was around.

“I’m gonna nap, dork.”

Will pet his boyfriend’s soft black hair, giving his scalp gentle scratches to help lull him. A nap sounded rather nice after all that…

“Hmm. Sweet dreams, death boy.”

[klm-zoflorr]

Guess who made a new fic... Eheheh.... Eheheheh.... This was mostly just a silly idea but I really like the concept. Basically, somewhere else/jmj error/post s5, but the guys (all three, yes) are just chilling in a cabin. Oh, and jmart are having a divorce. Here's the first line because I am really proud of it:

Elias comes home to Jon laying on the couch in his underwear and Martin rotting away outside.

[vesearlee]

──── 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝑻𝒖𝒏𝒆

Quiet mornings in the forest were the equivalent of heaven while you called that cabin home — a true bonus was when the birds would sing in the breeze, their tunes carrying in the wind to reach you. Only, this time, it wasn’t a creature, but the man you loved who sat at the foot of your home. 

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ── Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ── 1.1k 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ── Fluff 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐀 ── @smutconnoisseur 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 ── Too Sweet by The Macarons Project 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ── The first thing I have written in what feels like years. the biggest thank you goes to SC for holding my hand while I tried and tried to get this down. it wouldn't have happened without you, thank you for helping me get out of the shell I was.

─── 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔, 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ───

The brisk breeze of the morning blew through the cabin’s open front door, chilling your skin beneath the cosy robe you wore — a beautiful garment that saw you through every cold season, from autumn to winter and back again. 

It was your favourite colour, the hem and edges covered in fur as soft as Koda’s coat. That wasn’t what made it so special to you, though; a gift from the man who sat on the porch in his hand carved, wooden chair while he leaned over the body of an aged acoustic guitar. 

──── 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐎𝟑