#lou drabbles

[incognit0slut]

Permanent attachment

in which you’re far too comfortable to move from Spencer’s lap, and he doesn’t mind carrying you around

content: fluff, 1.7k, established relationship, lots of kissing, sex talk, kinda fade-to-black smut, reader being very clingy, and spencer’s tummy (my fav) a/n: i once told @mandarinmoons that i wanted to climb the man and not even in a sexual way and she said “like a koala?” and to that i answered YES! self-indulgent fics are the best

Spencer smells nice. Like, annoyingly nice. And it’s not the kind of nice that’s vaguely pleasant. No, this is the kind that settles into your bones. A mix of soap and something uniquely him that you can't quite name but would probably pay an unreasonable amount to bottle up.

Now that sounds like a dream. Imagine Spencer in a bottle, spritzed onto your neck, lingering on your skin. Imagine a personal cloud of him following you everywhere, with top notes of freshly brewed coffee and a base note of comfort that leaves you no choice but to lean in just a bit closer. You shift on his lap, pretending to get comfortable, but really, it's because you want to catch another whiff.

Your boyfriend catches you mid-inhale. "Comfortable?"

You don’t even bother pretending to be embarrassed. Who cares if he knows you’re borderline obsessed? Who wouldn’t be? He’s smart, handsome, and smells like heaven bottled in human form. So instead of pulling away, you double down, pressing your nose right into the curve of his neck as your answer.

"I'm starting to think you might be a little attached.”

You sigh against his skin, “Might be? Spencer, I'm practically grafted onto you at this point. You better get used to it."

A hand runs up your spine. “Not that I’m complaining, but my legs might actually fall asleep if I don’t get up soon.”

“So dramatic,” you tease, smiling as you press a soft kiss to his jaw. The subtle scrape of his stubble tickles your lips.

“I don’t think you’ve moved an inch in the past hour.”

“I don’t even want to move an inch,” you murmur against his cheek. "I just want to stay like this. Forever. If I could just crawl under your skin and stay there, that would be perfect.”

Spencer laughs softly, the sound rumbling under your lips. You feel the warmth of his smile as he tilts his head toward you. “That sounds sweet yet incredibly creepy.”

“You know what I mean!” You slide your arms around him, weaving them across his shoulders. “I just… I want to—ugh, I don't know… squeeze you so tight you’d become part of me? Like an extension of my arm or something."

“That definitely sounds less creepy.”

“Shut up.” Your lips trace the rough scratch of his jaw, brushing along the curve until you reach the corner of his mouth. "Don’t you want someone permanently glued to you?"

“You’re definitely making a case for it.”

“Oh I’d climb you if I had to.”

His hand slides up to cup the back of your neck. “Is this where I find out you’re secretly a koala this whole time?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum against his lips, “and you’re my tall, handsome tree.”

His laughter vibrates against your mouth, and you let yourself melt into him, breathing in that comforting scent you’ve grown addicted to. You love him so much. You love him too much that your heart feels like it’s stretching to make room for all of it.

When he finally pulls back, you can’t resist reaching up to smooth your thumb over his bottom lip. “See? Permanent attachment.”

His own thumb caresses the back of your neck in lazy strokes. You're practically dissolving into him.

"I don’t have much of a choice, do I?" The tip of your nose brushes against his as you shake your head. He steals another quick peck from your lips. "I really do need to get up though.”

You pout immediately. “Why?“

“Because my throat is actually starting to feel a little dry. I could use some water.”

“Water is overrated. Stay.”

“Honey,” he croons softly, his eyes squinting with that familiar crinkle at the corners. He thinks you’re cute when you’re clingy. “The kitchen is only ten feet away.”

“Ten feet too far. Do you know the kind of emotional damage I’ll suffer if we’re apart for too long?”

“So dramatic,” he mocks back, planting a kiss on your jaw, your cheek, and you giggle when his mouth lands on the skin between your ear and your neck. “All I’m asking for is ten feet. I promise I’ll be quick.”

“I might wither away from loneliness by the time you get back.”

You feel the ghost of his smile against your skin. “I’ll be back before you even have a chance to miss me.”

“I miss you already,” you sigh when he gently nips at the soft flesh of your neck. “Maybe you should just take me with you.”

You’re mostly bluffing, half-expecting him to laugh it off because Spencer has never actually carried you before. Not that you’ve ever minded—it’s not exactly the first thing you’d expect from him. But before you can even process it, he shifts beneath you, sliding one arm under your knee and the other around your back with surprising confidence.

And just like that, the floor seems miles away as he lifts you up.

“Wait! Wait!” you laugh, clutching at his shoulders. "Spencer!"

“I thought you wanted to come along."

“I didn’t think you’d actually carry me!”

You’re met with his steady grip, and to your surprise, he’s not struggling in the slightest. Apparently, those arms are stronger than you’d given him credit for, and it’s… well, very, very attractive. He strides confidently across the apartment, and you can’t help but let out an impressed, slightly flustered, “Okay, this is actually kind of hot.”

The corners of his lips twitch upward, but he doesn’t say anything.

“I did not know you were strong enough to do this,” you comment, then a thought sneaks into your mind, “Do you think we can try this position in the bedroom?”

He looks surprised and mildly amused. “Really? While standing?”

You loop your arms tighter around his neck. “You seem perfectly capable.”

“Wouldn��t I be doing all the work?”

“I thought you liked doing all the work.”

His chest presses against yours as he lets out another laugh. “If by that you mean spoil you, then yes, I do,” he says, casting a quick glance around the room. “Can I sit you on the counter, or are you planning to keep hanging on to me?”

“Tempting, but you can put me on the counter.”

With a gentle ease, he lifts you just slightly higher and sets you down on the cool countertop. “I can still carry you around if that’s what you want.”

“I know,” you reply, reaching up to brush a stray lock of curls from his face. “I don’t want to tire you out.”

“You’re not tiring me out,” he assures you as he reaches up to grab a glass from the top shelf, arm stretching just enough to give you a teasing glimpse of his soft stomach.

You can’t help yourself. You reach over and splay your hands over that warm skin, feeling the faint tickle of the fine hair scattered down his belly that disappears into his waistband. He doesn’t flinch—he’s long used to your hands finding their way to him like this—but he does cast a sidelong look in your direction. Behave.

If he’s expecting you to follow some sense of decorum, he should know better by now. You give his stomach a gentle, almost smug pat, and shakes his head as he moves to pour himself water.

“What do you want to do after this?” he asks, glancing back at you over his shoulder. You don’t give him an immediate answer, but he’s already suggesting a few ideas for the rest of the evening.

You can’t even pretend to pay attention. Is it normal to be this obsessed with your boyfriend? Because at this point, your focus isn’t even on the words coming out of his mouth. Something about a documentary, maybe. He’s probably rattling off the details right now, but you’re entirely distracted, your eyes shamelessly zooming in on the way his forearm flexes as he holds the glass. Even the soft hair dusting over his skin is doing things to you.

He catches your blatant stare and looks at you over the rim of his glass.

“What?”

“You are so sexy.”

He almost chokes on his water. The glass clatters against the countertop as he sputters, “What has gotten into you today?”

Probably ovulation. But you simply shrug, legs swinging idly against the cabinets beneath you. “I just love you.”

The answer is simple. Words spoken with all the casual sincerity you feel, but it’s enough to melt his astonishment into affection as he strides over and slips between your thighs.

“You just love me?”

“Yeah,” you reply softly, reaching up to brush over the delicious roughness of his stubble. “Like a ridiculous amount. Probably too much.”

His heart is swelling, so full it feels like it’s about to burst. “I love you too.”

“That’s it?”

You watch as his nose twitches, the smallest hint of a smile playing at his lips before he sighs, “I love you so much, angel."

"I think you can do better than that."

He huffs a chuckle, "I love you too much," he tries again, "more than I even know what to do with."

You smile in satisfaction, a little triumphant over his exaggeration. You’ve taught him well. “Say it again.”

The wide expanse of his palms settles on your waist.

“I am madly,” he presses a kiss to your cheek, “deeply,” another finds its way to your jaw, “hopelessly,” he murmurs as he grows even closer to your lips, “in love,” he’s a breath away from yours, “with you.”

The space between you shrinks to nothing. You swallow his last words, letting them dissolve on your tongue like the sweetest confection. What begins as a delicate melding of warmth and breath quickly intensifies, as though he’s determined to steal every bit of air from your lungs. And before you know it, his hands are sliding under you.

A surprised squeal escapes your lips as he lifts your weight, and an even louder gasp follows when he carries you toward the bedroom.

You know exactly what he plans to do for the rest of the evening.

[shehungthemoon]

Bucktommy Fic prompts: first vacation or snowy cabin vibes

first 118 bbq

Buck rescues a kitten from a tree and keeps it #catdads

Buck telling Tommy he was a sperm donor with zero context like ‘oh yeah biologically I have a kid’ and walking off leaving Tommy like ???

First Christmas together

Idk if it’s your vibe but something relating to the ring cutter?

Babysitting jee

Tommy realising ‘random facts with Buck’ is a thing

Flying lessons

Sorry I have a lot of thoughts and zero ability to write lollll

Oh, anon. I saw "babysitting jee" and could not get the image of Tommy looking at dollar store kids coloring books out of my head. And here we are 🖤

"Are you sure you're okay with it?" Buck asked into his phone, balancing it in between his shoulder and ear as he unpacked his locker for the night. "It's just that Tommy and I don't really get a lot of time to see each other with our schedules and everything, and—"

"Buck," Chim interrupted, "Yes I'm sure. I've known Tommy longer than you have, unless you've somehow forgot that since the last time you begged me for old, embarrassing photos of the man."

"Yeah yeah," Buck mumbled, "I know I know, sorry." Chim made a satisfied hum. Buck finished zipping up his bag. "Bet I know him better though."

Chimney started squawking indignantly over the phone. Buck grinned into his chest.

So, Buck invited Tommy to come babysit Jee with him that night, nervous the whole time he typed the text.

-i know it's not really a great date setting

He typed after he sent the initial message.

-totally ok to say no

He was stupid to be nervous. The reply came almost immediately.

-Are you kidding? I've been waiting to meet that girl ever since Chimney sent me those first pictures.

-Of course I'll be there

---

Tommy met him at Buck's door with a sweet grin and a bunch of coloring books in his hand. Buck couldn't do anything but stare at him for a moment and smile back.

"Hi."

"Hi."

Buck wondered if those butterflies in his stomach would ever go away. When Tommy leaned forward and pressed a gentle, quick kiss onto his lips, Buck came to the conclusion that there was no possible way they ever would.

"I brought these," Tommy said as he walked into the apartment, shaking the coloring books in the air and looking just a little bashful about it. "Didn't want to show up empty handed but I figured wine wasn't the right call for the venue."

Buck chuckled and shut the door behind him. "You definitely figured right." He pointed over toward the media area. "Wanna meet the star of the show?"

Tommy grinned. "More excited to see her than you, really."

Buck scoffed with feigned-offense and pinched Tommy's arm before moving his hand to the small of Tommy's back, pressing him gently toward where Jee was set up in front of his couch.

Jee looked up from her toys with wide eyes when they came into view. "Hey hey, princess, I got someone for you to meet!" Buck held his free hand out to point at his boyfriend. "This is Tommy. Tommy, this is Jee-Yun." She kept still in contemplation and made a humming noise up at them.

Tommy crouched down and gave her a little wave, and Buck would have laughed at the sight of such a big man making himself so small if it weren't the most endearing thing he'd seen in ages.

"Hi Jee-Yun. It's really nice to meet you," Tommy said with a quiet voice Buck'd never heard before. Jee just kept staring over at him with blinking, assessing eyes. "I really like your sparkly dress," he continued, and that seemed to do it. Jee broke out into a wide, squinty-eyed smile and let out one of those little kid laughs that melted hearts.

"Sequins," Jee said brightly; or at least tried to say, there was definitely an 's' sound in there somewhere.

The floor became their home for the next few hours, Jee happily adjusting to her new friend and toddling between the two of them, carting markers and dolls and pieces of Goldfish back and forth across the carpet. The two of them got easily talked into playing Barbies for one memorable twenty minute stretch, in which Buck learned quite a few things about Tommy's sense of fashion.

"You can't put those rain boots on Tiffany when she's wearing that dress, they don't go at all," Buck said contemptuously.

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Why not? There's yellow in the belt." He squinted and held Tiffany up a little closer to his face. "Sort of."

Buck groaned painfully. "They're way to clunky for that outfit! And it's not even raining, Tommy! Why would she be wearing rain boots?"

Tommy blinked at him for a second before slowly tilting his head up toward the ceiling. Of his very-much-indoors living room. Buck groaned louder.

Jee solved the problem easily by shoving the rain boots onto Tiffany's arms and yelling out Gloves! Buck was a little miffed he didn't think of that first.

Dolls, juice-box breaks, Buck chasing Jee around the first floor making firetruck sounds and sending Tommy into stitches from where he was still sprawled in front of the TV—the evening passed all too quickly and with more laughing than either of them had done in weeks. Which of course meant that by the time that Maddie and Chimney texted that they were going to be heading back soon, both grown men were beyond pooped and covered in more sticky substances than was probably recommended by most health codes. Jee had not decided to take it easy on the new guy, that's for sure.

Buck had handed a squirming Jee over to Tommy a bit ago while he got his niece's stuff all organized back together in her bag. By the time he'd gotten the rest of her leftover snacks out of the fridge and made a passable effort at tidying up the counters, the excitable sounds of Tommy and Jee's earlier conversations had died down and Buck decided it was about time he headed over to check up on them.

He was greeted with the sight of the two of them tucked into the couch, Jee set up on Tommy's lap with one of her new coloring books in her hand and an assortment of markers wedged into the crook of Tommy's bent knee in easy reach beside her. She was quietly and happily plugging away at one of the drawings—a startlingly pink giraffe, Buck thought he could make out—scribbling nonsensically across the page with an intently closed fist. Tommy had an arm resting along one of her sides to keep her from falling off, but the man himself was very much not paying too much attention anymore. His head was lolled back against the cushion, eyelids fluttering as he caught a few needed minutes of rest. Buck wasn't worried; he knew by the way Tommy's finger was still drawing lazy shapes along the frills of Jee's sparkly dress that Tommy'd be awake and aware in an instant if she needed him.

Buck stole a moment to just stand there and watch without either of them noticing. He took it in.

Tommy. His boyfriend. With a baby tucked happy against his chest.

Unbelievably small compared to him yet being held with all the gentleness in the world. His boyfriend and his niece. Both safe and content, on his couch.

Something tugged warm and tight behind Buck's ribs. The feeling almost toppled him over, dragged the breath from his lungs, love, pride, want.

He could have been sick with it.

He quietly padded over and lowered himself onto the cushion next to them before he could get too overwhelmed. He couldn't help himself. He leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss against where he knew Tommy's dimple was, and soon enough felt Tommy's smile underneath his lips.

"You having a good time there, Jee?" Buck asked quietly, pulling back just enough to see her. She twisted around to nod empathetically up at him.

"Uncle Tommy got me a jungle," she said, holding her booklet up with a grin, and Buck let out a surprised noise.

"Uncle Tommy, huh?" He teased, poking Tommy in the ribs and looking at him fondly. Tommy swatted his hand away and then grabbed his fingers before he could retreat too far, and Buck let him tug him in close and rest their now tangled hands against his side. Buck settled in sideways against the back of the couch and tried to push down the fondness bubbling up inside him before it burst.

"She said it earlier," Tommy said, brow furrowed just a bit. Buck wanted to press it out with his thumb. "It felt mean to correct her." Buck just hummed and squeezed his hand until he'd relaxed back into the couch again.

Tommy let him rest his forehead against his shoulder, and the three of them whiled away the next quarter hour laughing at Jee's animal noises and picking crazy colors for tigers and monkeys and toucans.

Maddie and Chimney showed up before for too long, greeting Tommy with just as much warmth as they did Buck, especially after they saw just how adamant Jee was about hanging off of Tommy's calf and not letting him go even in the face of Goldfish bribes.

Maddie and Chimney finally got her detached with the promise of an extra bedtime story, and in a flurry of side-hugs and handshakes and little versions of such for Jee, they said their goodbyes. Tommy waved them out the door with an arm around Buck's shoulders.

They stumbled up to bed that night too tired for much else other than sleep, Buck's heart skipping a beat in his chest every time he caught Tommy's eye or felt him brush against him as they moved around the loft. Tommy's strong arms wrapped around him as they drifted off. Buck pressed himself hard back into Tommy's chest and fell asleep to the feeling of feather-light kisses pressed against the back of his neck and a heart beating alongside his own.

[yoyowrites]

shen jiu coming across lou binghe when he's out on a mission.

shen jiu is eating sat outside a shop when he spots him. he sees a small binghe begging. he's bad at it. he's smiling and shy and avoiding the best customers. there's no way he'd be able to make any profit. shen jiu considers ignoring him. he some extra coins to spare but he didn't owe him anything.

shen jiu finishes his meal and leaves his bill. he marches right up to the kid, nearly hitting an older couple that was pointedly avoiding looking in the boys direction. shen jiu drops a few coins in the jar, staring cooly at the boy. unfazed, binghe offers a bright smile. up close it was clear how tired the child is

shen jiu lets out a groan. he grabs the child's sleeve and begins dragging him. the child starts to protest but shen jiu glares and shows a pouch of money. it shuts the child up but he's still tense.

"sit, stay," shen jiu commands walking inside the shop and places an order of soup. when he returns the child is stiff but in the same place he'd left him. he sits in front of him.

they stay silent. shen jiu looks over the boy's form. he's thin, not obviously malnourished but who knows the last time he had a good meal. "name?"

the boy didn't respond.

"you have problems hearing?" shen jiu raises a brow.

"is my name needed for what you're going to do to me?"

shen jiu scoffs. "i'm not doing a thing to you other than giving you a meal."

he recieved a speculative look. "...lou binghe."

shen jiu didn't recognize the name. "and is lou binghe an orphan?"

"no," binghe gave a disgusted look that was gone as quickly as it came. he composed himself. "i have a mother."

shen jiu nodded. "but she's sick? she certaintly is not aware of her your boy doing this?"

"my mother," binghe pauses. "is doing her best."

"but it's not enough," shen jiu tapped the table.

binghe glared. shen jiu glared back.

"you're not very good at begging."

"and the honorable cultivator is?" binghe bit out.

then, the shop owner brought out some soup. they nearly set it in front of shen jiu but he gestured for it to be given to the boy. lou binghe began eating without reserve

"i was very good," shen jiu says. "i'll give you some tips."

lou binghe stares suspiciously but shen jiu spares it no mind.

"first," shen jiu began. "if a strange man tries to take you anywhere don't follow. two, if he offers you food, don't take it,"

binghe looked comical then, eyes wide, and cheeks filled with food. shen jiu nearly chuckled.

"anyone could tamper with food. then what are you left with? if a man approaches you, trying to lead you away, you run," shen jiu leaned foward, emphasizing his point. he waits until lou binghe nods to lean back. "next, always let someone know where you are..."

like that, shen jiu imparts his wisdom to the boy. the best time, best places, best ways to beg and to keep himself safe. it's widely out of character for him. yet, he can't help but think of himself, of yue qingyuan, and their bitter situation. of those holier than thou cultivators that preached peace and chivalry and the importance of protecting the weak, only to ignore those in unappealing situations. the sun was setting when they finished their talk.

"listen, kid-"

"why ask for my name just to refer to me as kid?"

"so mouthy," shen jiu frowned. "you sure have gotten comfortable quickly binghe."

"does the esteemed cultivator wish for me to be more formal?"

"lou binghe doesn't need to bother," shen jiu shakes his head. "we likely will not be meeting again. however, if you are ever in dire need. go to the Daisy's and give them this."

binghe was slightly mortified as shen jiu offered him an odd looking coin. "a brothel?"

"relax, they'll keep you safe. safer than with any of these dogs that call themselves men atleast, and they'll contact me."

"and you'll help me?"

"this one is a cultivator," shen jiu spreads out his fan to cover most of his face. "why wouldn't I be able to help you?"

binghe opened his mouth, then shut it again. he took the coin and nodded.

"it's only if you have nothing else. don't think i will show up just for the whims of a boy."

with that shen jiu stood and walked away. he didn't look behind just strolled out of the shop. he was late enough that he could hear the jabs the others would say of him. he doesn't expect to hear from the boy again. weeks pass and he's mostly able to put lou binghe out of his mind. between the terrible liu qingge, the always apologetic yue qingyuan, and his own misfailings, he didn't have time to worry abut anyone else.

then, early one morning, a disciple from another peak stops him. he looks uncomfortable and holds out a letter for shen jiu. "at least have the decency to not drag the rest of us down with your perversion."

shen jiu felt hot rage build inside him. but he took the letter before reacting. they wouldn't be contacting him if it weren't important. blood rushed out of his face as his eyes scanned the note. he left the unruly disciple with no comment.

shen jiu didn't return until nightfall. the peak was buzzing with rumors and talk. people awaited with bated breath to see what he'd done this time.

that night, shen jiu returns carrying a young boy, no older than ten, wrapped in a blanket and tightly holding on to shen jiu's robe. he paid the crowed no attention, only stopping before a befuddled mu qingfan.

"well," shen jiu says expectantly. "are you not a doctor? can you not tell when a patient needs help?"

that causes mu qingfan to jump to action. he reaches his arm as if to take lou binghe from shen jiu but one icy look stops him.

"he wouldn't let you carry him even if you tried. just lead the way mu- shidi."

[chubbybunny25]

TRICK OR TREATTT

Ari!! It's been a while! Here, have some sweet Percy/Nico fake dating au treat!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🎃👻

“You’d do it? Really?”

Percy can’t believe Nico agreed so easily to be his fake-boyfriend. It’s the last straw for Poseidon to finally get off his back and stop nagging about “taking over the family business and quitting his hobby”. (read: “hobby” as in his acting career that has been going on successfully for ten years, thank you very much)

Nico smiles devilishly. “Only for the subject of my gay awakening, yes.”

Percy sputters at that, “The what of your what now?”

In lieu of a response, Nico suddenly  grabs him by the waist and whispers, “Don’t look. Paparazzi. Outside.”

Percy panics. “This has to look real!” he hisses. “Or my dad is never gonna believe it. We should—”

Nico cups his face with both hands and brings their faces close together. How did he move so fast? His thumb is caressing the actor’s right cheek so so gently. Percy can feel a ghost of Nico’s breath over his lips. God, they’re so fucking close.

The younger man holds his gaze and Percy cannot help but wonder how those dark, brown eyes might be holding all the secrets in the universe. The immense proximity brings an air of anticipation, it’s almost as if…

“I like you, Percy.” Every damn word seems to have a string attached to it that tugs at Percy’s chest, making his heart beat at an unbelievable speed. Percy blinks, dumbfounded.

When Nico then brings his lips closer to his ear, Percy thinks he might faint from lack of oxygen, if only Nico’s hand isn’t supporting his arm. Percy can feel a tingling sensation in all the right places when he hears Nico smirk.

“How about that babe? Does that look real to you?”

“Y-yeah. You’re good.” Percy wishes his voice doesn’t sound as wobbly as he feels. He’s been in the acting industry for fuck’s sake. What’s wrong with him? 

“Just because I’m studying to be a writer doesn’t mean I can’t act. You’ve underestimated me, Percy Jackson.”

[geoxstxrs]

I've been thinkin a lot about Cole's family.. here are last name hc's !!! Lilly's maiden name is 'Hence' but she took Lou's last name, 'Brookstone'. Cole's last name in tlnm is 'Bucket'...

[savage-rhi]

Introducing them to their special interests/hyperfixations.

Domestic samhiggs, possibly lou doing related arts and crafts

(Sorry if this is kinda sappy, but you asked for Higgs related prompts and I answer as best I can)

"Darlin', I know you just turned four, but you gotta tie the knots like this, see? It'll keep comin' undone if you don't grip. Use those brain cells of yours." Higgs chuckled as he held up the quipu he had been working on. He watched as Louise curiously tilted her head, a small noise of frustration leaving her mouth. Her big eyes were in awe of the quipu as her small fingers reached out to grasp and feel where the taut round ball of the yarn met in the middle of the string.

To Higgs she looked like a little doll with a head too big for her body, and he couldn't help but smile big as she tugged hard on the end of the quipu strand before he retreated it back.

"Ah, ah, ah! Don't be throwin' a tantrum now! C'mon, finish what you started." He murmured firmly, gesturing with his chin toward her unfinished project. Higgs couldn't hold back a grin as she gave him daggers, the plopped onto the floor beside him.

Louise picked up the small quipu Higgs had gotten started for her, and for several moments her eyes glanced back and fourth between her project and Higgs's. She observed the way he looped the strings, and did her best to mimic his gestures. At one point warm tears began to pool in the corner of her eyes, feeling upset she couldn't get the knots to stay put before going to the next one. It was only when she felt a hand upon her back, giving a gentle pat did she cease and met Higgs's gaze as she looked up.

"Don't be a baby," Higgs teased. "You almost got it Pipsqueak."

Her lips grew into a wide smile, accentuating her chubby cheeks at hearing the nickname. Even though she didn't understand what it meant, she knew it was something special that was only reserved for her.

A few more failed attempts later, and then something clicked. Louise had finally created not one, but two knots on a strand. She held it up proudly as she babbled, and Higgs exaggerated his features to make she knew he was proud of her.

"C'mon, show me how you did it!" Higgs coaxed, watching Louise nod rapidly as she went through the motions. He clapped a few times, and messed with her hair while she giggled. "That's my girl, you did it Pipsqueak!"

While the two celebrated, Sam had been observing the scene from afar. His body leaning against the frame of the door as he cracked a smile himself. Higgs had always been big into quipu's. Arguably more than anyone Sam had ever met in his life. The symbolism of how each knot represented special moments in time had grounded his soul, especially once he began working on a large quipu for their found family. Each knot tying to their destinies, from the moment Sam decided to give him a second chance, to Louise taking her first steps. The little moments, though mundane like knots on a string, added to something bigger than the three of them.

As Lou and her little hands continued to weave, and Higgs proudly watched her, Sam's smile faltered. He remembered all the times Higgs was terrified to be near Lou, much less be affectionate toward her. The fear of being just like his uncle, of being like his 'daddy' hung onto the back of his skull like BT that never sought providence from having its tether be cut.

Sam wanted nothing more than to interrupt and tell Higgs he was wrong about everything, but he couldn't bring himself to interfere with this moment he wouldn't soon forget. Not when Lou looked at Higgs with adoration that rivaled the love she had for Sam, and not when peace lingered in Higgs's eyes for the first time in years.

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[abbysbunny]

The balloon scenario was cute, haha! How about the same scenario, but what would Abby and Dina do if you were to ask them separately? Kinda curious for your headcannon 😭

okay so

abby hates loud noises in general so I think she would pop it just because you asked her to but she would cover her ears, I can imagine her with her ears tapped and like squinting her eyes trying to pop it with her feet😭 like stomping on it with her boots, and when she finally pops it she looks all proud even though you low-key were joking when you asked her

dina is fearless frfr, she would be skeptical on why you would want her to pop a balloon, 'what the fuck kinda request is that?' then she'd snicker and just grab something sharp and pop it, she's a mom a balloon popping does not scare her

[levispersonalslave]

Based on my past experiments it seems that shorter drabbles do better than longer one shots. So people have the attention spans of goldfish, okay (I cant read multi-chapter fics without losing interest)

[phoenix--flying]

“You and me, di Angelo? We’re not that different.”

He scowled as she spun around in the chair. “You don’t know what its like-“

“To what? Be outcasted? Pushed to the outside? Feared? All because you’re an Underworld kid?”

He blinked a few times and she stopped spinning, tilting her side and grinning.

“We’re both children of chthonic deities, Nico. We don’t have the same experiences, obviously. I’m not saying that. But when it comes to camp specifically. We’re not all that different.” She shrugged. “I used to be a solider in Kronos’s army, did you know that?” She didn’t give him time to answer. “Probably not, right? It’s sort of taboo to talk about the titan army. But I wasn’t exactly welcomed back at camp. None of us were. But eventually they said they trusted us. Spoiler alert, they didn’t. When Percy first went missing the titan army campers were the first suspects.” She shrugged again. “That got super off topic when all I was trying to say is we can be outcast buddies."

I'm here to spread my Lou Ellen Blackstone and Nico Di Angelo friendship agenda. You don't have a choice and this is a threat(/j)

[bg-sparrow]

mcfly july 2024 || 🌲🌲 || day 18 "Roll With Me, Henry"

Tough guys like Biff Tannen needed tossed in the trenches with a few near misses and a gangrene scare. 

That’s what set Lou straight when he was a punk kid.

And Biff was a terrible influence on his nephew.

“You gotta get that boy enlisted,” Lou told his kid sister. “He’s not hanging with a good crowd, Nance.”

“Lou, you know he hasn’t been the same since his father died.”

Lou sighed. Guiltily glanced at the Medal of Honor framed next to his brother-in-law’s photograph on the mantle. 

JUNE 6, 1944

“Just tell him to stop chewing all my toothpicks.”

[incognit0slut]

Your gaze fell on him, noticing the casual suit jacket draped over his shoulders, the top button of his crisp shirt undone. His tousled hair was swept back, framing his handsome face that accentuated the rugged charm of his stubbled jawline. But it was his warm brown eyes that captivated you. And when he flashed that charming smile, you found yourself unable to resist the urge to lean closer, eager to capture those lips with your own.

[make-me-imagine]

Valentines Day Morning

Plot: A pleasant Valentines morning with Y/n and Lou.

Prompt: ''Turning around, and suddenly being met with a kiss.''

Pairing: Lou Ransone x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @will-grammer

Warnings: None, just some pure domestic fluff.

Words: 541

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Morning light shined through the kitchen window, as bird song could be heard from the trees just outside.

Humming softly to yourself, you were lost in thought as you cut the strawberries into heart shapes to place along the crepes you were making.

You smiled to yourself, amused, you decided when making a Valentines themed breakfast, that you were allowed to be cheesy, at least for today.

On the table nearby, was a bouquet of your favorite flowers and chocolates you had found in the kitchen when you got up. You figured Lou had snuck down and placed them there after you had gone to bed, so you would find them first thing this morning.

Though you were making breakfast, you had already eaten a few of the chocolates, unable to resist.

Too lost in thought, you didn't hear Lou walk into the kitchen behind you.

Lou leaned in the doorway for a few moments as he buttoned up his shirt. He watched you with an adoring smile on his face as you hummed a familiar tune.

He could tell you hadn't been aware he came into the kitchen, as you always say hello when you noticed his presence. After another moment, he walked up to you, taking soft quiet steps as to not alarm you of his presence.

As you sliced another strawberry, you felt as though someone had approached you from behind. Just as you began to turn, you felt hands gently grip your wait and turn you around swiftly.

You let out a soft gasp, that was then muffled as his lips met yours. You stifled a surprised laugh until after Lou pulled away. He grinned down at you, amused that he managed to sneak up on you. You grinned playfully at him, but smiled.

"Good morning." He greeted.

"Morning." You said with a forced, yet amused tone.

Looking over your shoulder, Lou smirked as he saw the red and brown crepes, with a strawberry cream cheese filling, heart shaped strawberries and chocolate drizzle.

"Very festive." He said with light sarcasm and a smile.

You smiled as you reached up and placed your arms on either side of his neck, as his hands rested on your hips.

"Thank you, I was feeling cheesy this morning."

He chuckled softly before he slowly leaned down. Leaning up, you met him in a kiss.

"Thank you for the flowers and chocolates." You said with a smile as you motioned your head towards the gifts on the table.

"You're welcome."

Wrapping your arms around his neck, and stepping up onto your toes, you hugged him close, as he wrapped his own arms around you. You took in a deep breath, and the familiar scent of your favorite cologne engulfed your nose. Your whole body seemed to tingle, yet relax in his arms as you felt warmth wash over you.

Stepping away from him, he gently caressed the side of your face before planting a kiss to your forehead.

Turning to finish the crepes, Lou began grabbing plates and forks, a familiar routine you did each morning as you switched turns cooking for each other.

Popping a strawberry into your mouth you smiled to yourself as you realized just how happy you were.

xx End xx

I'm not sure I like how this came out, as I wanted it to be longer but I hope you enjoy it anyways!

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[yoyowrites]

Au where shen jiu is an assassin/murderer and binghe grew up in hua hua palace.

After Binghe's adoptive mother died, the old palace master found him and took him in. At first, he's treated very well. Binghe is excited to have family, to be safe, to be free. Then, he notices he's actually very restricted. Everywhere he goes there's someone. When he was younger, he considered it wonderful to have friends and family but he soon found out they weren't friends. They were spies. His every move was being monitored. His real situation really hit him when he tried to leave.

He wasn't trying to leave for ever. It'd been about eight months since he'd been brought to huan hua palace and he's been missing her. He wanted to visit her grave, tell her how he'd been, and see if any of her things were still in tact. Yet, he barely made it pass the gates when other disciples stopped him. They dragged him to his room and he wasn't allowed to leave for days. When the old palace master returned, binghe tried to explain what happened thinking he'd be on Binghe's side. He was met with lies.

The old palace master explained that it was for his own good. How binghe just needed to stay there and listen. How he should never leave.

Binghe had made one 'friend' after that. A slightly older girl who seemed to take him under her wing. He shared his thoughts and worries with her. One day he mentions how he wants to try leaving. he just wants to be outside, how he missed his home.

The next day, he was imprisoned in his room again. There were guards in front of it that refused to speak to him. When the old palace master visited him, binghe knew what happened.

After that, binghe noticed how he was truly alone. No one ever actually talked to him. They didn't share anything about themselves. They were only collecting information on him.

He became closed off. He still played the part of kind, sweet, naive disciple but he never truly opened up again.

Years later, when binghe is a few months shy of fifteen, he hears rumours about this thief and murderer that has been targeting cultivators. Said murderer had been rumoured to be spotted near huan hua palace. Everyone was whispering how he'd attack them next. Then, binghe made a plan. He needed out.

So binghe plans to stage the murder of the old palace master. However, the real thief shows up and sees binghe. While binghe is strong, he's still young. The murdered captures binghe but doesn't kill him. Instead, he lets him escape. Binghe wasn't sure what to do but follow the murderer (who's name he learns is shen jiu).

Shen jiu wasn't killing to kill. He just needed cash and cultivators tended to hoard so he helped himself. Sometimes cultivators were in the way of his treasure and he needed to not leave evidence. He never leaves evidence.

So what was this ... tall child doing. Shen jiu isn't sure why he didn't kill him, much less kept him around but now he's keeping binghe with him. Mostly because he isn't sure what to do with him Or it was like that until they reached the next town over.

Shen jiu starts to notice that binghe is the luckiest unlucky person he knows. The only room available in the in they can stay at is near a forest that is infested with demons but their room is the only one that doesn't get attacked. Shen jiu chucks it up to luck

then, they're forced to travel through that same forest. shen jiu allows lou binghe to cling to him and sees that nothing serious tries to attack them.

shen jiu decides to keep binghe around. they grow pretty close. he even teaches lbh easy pick pocketing and disarming techniques, though he refuses to allow lbh to kill anyone again. if asked, shen jiu would deny it but a soft spot was rapidly growing.

they had been companions for around a year when lbh's demonic heritage was revealed. for one reason or another, shen jiu decides to push him in to the abyss. it hits him harder than he expected but its for the best. lbh is a demon, demons should be with their own kind. the reason lbh is so odd is probably from being around humans his whole life. shen jiu decides he must move on. life doesn't stop.

lou binghe spends his years in the abyss planning how he would confront sj. he would also prove himself to still be useful because that must be why he was abandoned. even if sj doesn't want to, he'd never be rid of lbh again. years later, he emerged and started searching for his dear shen jiu

TLDR:

Binghe murders old palace master and is on the run, sj helps hide him. Sj keeping binghe around like a rabbits foot until he finds out lbh is a demon. He throws binghe into the abyss and binghe returns for him.

[sparrowmoth]

Wesper funeral home au

@waterloou once again, failed at three sentences, but here you go lol

“Eva, Eva, Eva…” Jesper shook his head slowly, then leaned across the desk. “That’s my aunt’s name, you know.” He winked at the old woman, who rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “No, really, love, who do you take me for? This is Jesper Fahey at your service! I would no sooner let them bury you in khakis than let them sell you down the river for dissection. On my honour, I will be styling you myself, so if you’re satisfied with the details of the package we’ve discussed…”

Eva stood from her chair several minutes later, smiling brightly as she came around the desk and pressed a kiss to Jesper’s cheek. She waved to him with a white-gloved hand as she swept out of the office in a flowing trail of fur and silks, passing Wylan in the lobby.

“Ma’am,” said Wylan politely, nodding his head at Eva. He watched discreetly as she left, closing the heavy wooden doors of the funeral home in her wake. Finally, he plucked one of the stray white lilies from the flower arrangement he’d been working on and meandered over to Jesper’s office. The door was open, so he leaned on the frame and twirled the flower in one hand, observing Jesper on his laptop.

After a moment, Jesper glanced up to see him there and broke into a bright smile. “Good news, sunshine! Eva’s paying for our holiday.”

Wylan raised an eyebrow, then glanced down at the lily, starting to pick at the petals. “She’s not coming with us, is she?” he asked casually, letting one petal after the other drift down to the floor.

Snorting, Jesper pushed back from the desk, serving Wylan a knowing look even as Wylan pretended he didn’t notice Jesper crossing to meet him. “Sounds like someone’s a little jealous…”

Wylan sniffed and tossed the empty stem of the flower at Jesper before turning away back into the lobby. “I’m not jealous,” he said airily, waving Jesper off as he felt two strong, thin arms trying to wrap around his waist from behind. “Jes,” he warned, but a laugh crept into the word as Jesper persisted, finally locking his arms around Wylan and sweeping him off his feet into a dizzying spin.

“Oh, you’re so jealous, my sunshine,” said Jesper in a sing-song, spinning so fast that the two of them nearly knocked into one of Wylan’s carefully arranged flower vases. He chuckled at Wylan’s shriek of, “Jesper!” and dizzily dragged them back until they were sinking onto the floor of the lobby in a heap of limbs and laughter.

“Ghezen,” Wylan grumbled through a smile, “you’re so…”

“Kissable? Handsome? Beguiling? Radiant? Insufferable?”

Wylan burst into laughter anew. “That last one, yes.”

Grinning, Jesper rolled them over until he was straddling Wylan’s hips, then leaned down to kiss him on both cheeks as he whispered, “You have to admit, though, I have a way with affairs of the body.” He winked, and Wylan rolled his eyes, though he was smiling—

“I really don’t remember why I hired you sometimes.”

“Oh, darling, it was dead in here before me.”

“Yeah, not helping me remember.”

[beuatifulbuttercup]

Idea I just had and if I had any writing talent in fanfics I would write:

also this was not beta read so prepare for bad grammar lol

Luke had just betrayed the camp. Tension was high and the counselors were trying to assure younger campers that things would be okay. Some of the campers who are going to join Luke are biding their time until the night. Lou Ellen was nervously sitting in the Big House waiting for Chiron who had called her there. He enters the Big House quietly and goes up to Lou Ellen.

"Lou Ellen do you know why I called you here?" Chiron trotted up to where Lou Ellen was sitting.

"If this is about Luke I swear I had no idea! I-I didn't do anything!" Lou Ellen said frantically. Who could blame her? She was a daughter of a minor deity, a chthonic one at that. People had a tendency to blame her and her brother, Alabaster, when things go wrong.

"I know Lou Ellen, and I believe you. However, you are correct in thinking that Luke's recent actions are the reason I brought you here today," Chiron sighed. He was looking everywhere but at Lou Ellen. His normally wise and cheerful eyes seemed darker and his brushy brows were furrowed. "I alongside Mr.D have deducted that multiple campers will follow Luke. It is highly likely that they knew of the plan and knew that they would betray camp."

Lou nodded. She had come up with the same conclusion when she found out about Luke. She may only be 10 but she was incredibly street smart especially for her age. While she didn't buy into the rumors of who may or may not betray camp (mostly because they were all the children of minor gods and unclaimed kids) she knew there was at least some merit in the rumors. "You don't think that I'm going to betray the camp, do you?"

Chiron smiled slightly at that. "No Lou Ellen, I do not. There are many reasons for why but I won't go over then right now, there is a more difficult matter to discuss at the moment."

"Is it about my brother?"

"Sadly it is," Chiron replied. Lou Ellen took in a deep breath. She loved her brother and was very defensive over him almost as much as he was with her.

"Al is way too smart to join Luke! He w-would never do that!" Lou Ellen practically stood up from her her seat. But deep, deep, deep down inside her she felt like she was trying to convince herself more than Chiron.

"Lou Ellen, I understand this is hard but this is not a baseless accusation. Alabaster, along with Luke, Ethan, and Chris have all been seen sneaking out of camp. Argus told me. At first I did not think much of it, Luke was a cabin counselor and has been here for five years after all. I trusted him and he always came back with all four half-bloods alive. But since Luke attacked Percy and both Ethan and Chris have left I do not believe it was so innocent," Chiron explained thoroughly. Lou Ellen fidgeted with the pins on her satchel. "Alabaster is the only one that has not left. I believe something or someone is holding him back.

Lou Ellen's eyes widened in shock. She felt her mouth get dry and her heart began to pump. "It's me, isn't it?

Chiron nodded sadly. "I am afraid you are. I believe Alabaster is going to try to recruit you to join Luke."

Lou Ellen didn't say anything, she couldn't figure out what to say or how to say it. This was different than all the other times the campers called them villains . This was Chiron explaining a situation and the worst part was it all made sense. It made sense why they snuck out. It made sense why Chiron would think that. And it made sense on why Alabaster stayed. That was the worst part. She couldn't think of a way to argue with Chiron because as far as she could see he was right. That is what hurt. Lou Ellen felt herself choke up and she took a shaky breath.

"I understand that this is difficult. I am so, so sorry that this is happening to you Lou Ellen," Chiron said as he reached out to put his hand on her shoulder. "And I'm sorry for asking you this. Alabaster will try to recruit you and we think it would be wise if you said yes."

"Why?"

"Normally we would ask an older camper however I do not know where they are meeting. You are a safe option," Chiron said in advance.

"Chiron, what are you talking about?" Lou Ellen asked.

"Mr.D and I think it would be smart to have a spy."

This came from multiple thoughts I had. The first was how Silena was low-key a bad spy because she got caught/gave herself up. Then it went to how a good spy never gets caught. Then it turned into a question; how did they know to check the labyrinth. Normal answer, well it was probably smart to check them since they could lead to camp. Fun answer, there was a spy working for them who told them that they were using it. Then spy Lou Ellen was born. Do I think it is a little weird that they chose Lou Ellen who would be super young, yes. Do I also think it makes some sense and offers a cool plot, also yes.

[antiadvil]

Tried to write today and long story short good fucking luck writing when you're so photosensitive that even when closing your eyes at night it's still too bright