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thehighladywrites · 5 months ago

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— “pink + ink = cute tattoos”

☀︎ — pairing: nerd azriel x bimbo/ditzy/popular reader

☀︎ — summary: you miss azriel and are delighted when he comes back with a permanent reminder of you

☀︎ — warnings: light nsfw, making out, ink, talk about needles, horny reader, horny az, sad bc she misses az, fluff and some crack

☀︎ — amara’s note: i’d let az prone bone me if he did this for me🥰

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Six days.

It has been six whole days since you last saw Azriel. To say it’s horrible is an understatement. Countless of times, you thought about going over and telling him how much you miss him, but he has exams, and you know you will be a distraction.

Even though he insisted he was fine with you around, you wanted him to focus, so you sent him off. Now, you had no one to blame but yourself, and the regret was palpable.

With a dramatic sigh, you skipped over to your comically large, pink, frilly bed— almost sinking in the marshmallow like mattress before you pulled out your even pinker phone. Dialing the number of the love of your life, you hoped to hear his voice and feel a bit closer to him.

After the last ring, the line goes straight to voicemail. “Hello. It is I, Azriel. Be so kind and leave a message after the beep.”

Your eyes roll playfully at your boyfriend’s formal way of talking. “Hi, honey! Can you call me back? I miss you soooo much. It’s, like, so lonely here, and I don’t even know why I sent you away in the first place.” Tears start to well up as you sniffle dramatically. “I think m’gonna die without you. Um, anyway, call me back, okay? Love ya lots..”

Your miserable pout only grows as you slowly put down your phone. For over two hours, you check it repeatedly, hoping for any new messages from him only to be met with radio silence. After two and a half hours, a knock echoes through your apartment.

Your eyes widen comically, heart beating twice as fast as you rush to the door. When you open it and see Azriel standing there with a soft smile, dimples on display, you can't believe your eyes.

“Baby! I missed you!” you squeal, leaping into his arms with such force that he almost topples over. He catches you as he hugs you warmly

Azriel’s rich, deep laughter is soothing you immediately. You nuzzle into his neck before jumping up and locking your legs around his waist.

You plant soft kisses all over his face and neck as he walks over to your massive bed and plops down on it. You pull back slightly, your hands gently brushing his hair out of his face so you can fully appreciate him.

His cheeks are flushed, his lips are slightly swollen, and his hair is adorably ruffled. “You look so handsome, Azriel,” you murmur, your eyes sparkling with affection.

“You’re a sweetheart,” he murmurs against your swollen, tinted lips before diving in for more kisses.

You find yourselves on the bed, entangled in a mess of limbs, legs intertwined, hands exploring under clothes, completely lost in each other.

Your soft hands weave into his hair, nails lightly scraping against his scalp as you swing your legs over lap, sitting on top of his lying body.

“I’m never, ever telling you to focus on school instead of me. God, i missed you.”

“I missed you even more, and i saw that you called me. I had to let it ring unfortunately.”

“Aw, why? Didnt wanna talk to me or something?” you lightly joke as the idea of him ignoring you spark tears in your eyes.

Azriel notices this and smiles softly. “It was not because i didn’t want to talk to you, it was because I was getting tattoed.”

Had this been a cartoon, your tears would have reversed and your eyes would have popped outta your skull. The idea of Azriel getting more tattoos made you all giggly and fluttery.

“You got even more?! Where? How many? What did ya get? Please let me see!” you beg sweetly, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Azriel smiles, reaching down to pull off his oversized hoodie, revealing his newest tattoos.

Your eyes widen, hands flying to your mouth as you gasp loudly. Right above his heart is your name in delicate script, and just below his hip, ln his v-line, is a spider.

“No freakin’ way, my name? All for me? Awww, Azzie baby, that's so cute, I think i’ll cry!” you giggle with tears in your eyes, throwing your arms around his neck before planting a kiss on his lips.

“I think you deserve some head and a good fuck,” you mumble against his lips, fingers going over the inked skin.

“You don’t have to do that, please don’t feel like you owe it to me,” he tells you in a gentle tone.

“But i really wanna. You got my named inked on you and it makes me hot on the inside so i want to fuck you, is that cool?”

Azriel nods as he kisses you deeply, blushing as you put your hand down his pants, slowly stroking his growing cock.

—

It drives you mad knowing he permanently altered himself for you. He put a reminder on his heart no less, for the rest of his life. Your hips rocked against his as you rode him, doe eyes glued to his tattoos. “Say my name— please Az, say my name,” you whine, eyes closing as he repeats your name in a forbidden tone.

Azriel suddenly flips you over on your back before he pounds into you, secretly smiling at your moaning self. He pulls out just to watch his cock go inside of you very slowly. Azriel does this a few times, eyes locking in on where his dick bulges your stomach.

His hand rests on your stomach as he watches your stomach bulge with every thrust. “Do you feel me in here? Feel how deep inside I am, baby?”

One look at him is all it takes for you to finally cum with a sob. “Y-yes, fuck— feels so good, azzie,” you cry out as you hold his hand.

After cumming inside, he carefully pulls out and lies next to you. “I think I have an unhealthy obsession with you. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, you know? Fuck, I really love you,” he murmurs while smoothing out your hair and kissing your jaw and neck.

“You’re too sweet, baby. I love you too,” you quip, kissing him back.

—

“Az, I'm really nervous. Do you think it's gonna hurt?” you ask, standing outside Azriel’s usual tattoo studio, the neon sign flashing a welcome at you.

“I’m going to be honest, sweetness. It will not tickle; it’s a needle,” he says gently. “But you don’t have to do this. We can go back if you’re afraid or uncomfortable,” he adds, sensing your nerves.

You look up at him, squeezing his hand tighter. “No thank you, I think i’m good but could you please hold my hand during?” you ask sweetly.

Azriel kisses your hairline, inhaling the familiar scent of your strawberry shampoo. “Of course, beautiful. Feel free to crush it if you need to,” he jokes.

You nod determinedly, taking a deep breath before strutting into the tattoo shop with Azriel by your side, heels clicking against the concrete floor.

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After two excruciating hours of sniffling and crushing Azriel’s hand, you leave the tattoo shop with Azriel's name inked on your lower back next to a heart. You also have a small Hello Kitty tattoo on your left pointer, dedicated to your kitten, all in pink ink. You can't stop smiling as you show him the delicate designs, feeling a mix of pride and excitement.

Azriel's face seems to soften impossibly. “It looks amazing, baby. You’re so brave,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You giggle, leaning into him. “I did it, Azzie. Now we match!” You turn to give him a wink. “Plus, pink is so cute, right? Oh! Also imagine how cute this will look during backshots!”

Azriel chuckles, kissing your forehead. “Cute indeed. It suits you perfectly.” He admires the tattoo again with darkened eyes. “I think we should really head back home, right? I’d really like to appreciate up close. I’ll buy you ice cream too,” he suggests.

“Yes! That sounds perfect,” you beam, feeling a rush of happiness as you walk hand in hand, ready to celebrate your new ink together.

You also feel a rush of excitement, knowing that Azriel is going to fuck you into oblivion. With the way he is staring at you, there’s just no way you’re not getting some.

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carlsangel · 3 months ago

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dad’s rifle (g.i.t.w, ch.3)

carl grimes x fem!reader

warning: death.

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You always felt like you had an unfair disadvantage in life. You were on vacation when the world died, just with your dad and sister. He was in the military and barely had much time with you but he finally was able to take you somewhere for a week. There was a layover somewhere in Georgia when everything started to get progressively worse. You knew nothing about the area so when the apocalypse struck, you and your family were lost.

It was rough at first, your dad was oddly aggressive and your sister was cold. She never spoke to you, but she pushed you around when you needed to be. She probably saved your life multiple times without you even knowing.

Anyway the first couple months were rough but you were eventually able to be somewhat comfortable with it all. You missed your extended family like hell but you still had your dad and your sister. You were okay.

Until you weren’t.

At some point you guys were in a smaller group. Just a bunch of survivors doing their best to keep living. You would separate at night however, build campfires per family even though that sounded quite dumb. the flames were small so you weren’t visible. Your dad had surprised you with marshmallows that night. “Here take this one.” You were sad you didn’t make your marshmallow like his, he was always so good at it. Your sister was still not talking but she was enjoying herself as well. She ended up giving you her bracelet that night too. Just in case anything happened.

It wasn’t until the morning you woke up to the sounds of the dead along with your dad yelling. He grabbed you and your sister and bolted off into one direction, leaving the rest of the group to fend for themselves.

The dead still followed you to your new destination, an old cabin. In said cabin there was an old chair that looked quite large that your dad used to secure the door shut so you had time to escape. He lead you both into the far back room of the cabin and opened a window, a window that only opened half way.

Enough for you and your sister to get through. Meanwhile, the dead bursted through the door.

It was a quick goodbye.

You and your sister made it out alive. You were on your own for a little while after that. When it came down to it, your sister felt like she had to do whatever it took to protect you. She was often aggressive or rude when telling you what to do, only because she knew you’d listen to her. At the time she seemed so mean, but now that she was gone you could understand everything she taught you.

It wasn’t easy losing her either.

It happened maybe two months after your dad. You thought that if you were ever in a situation like the one when you lost your dad again, you’d do everything in your power to stop it. You constantly feel like you could’ve done anything to help, or maybe you should’ve stayed with him. Then you wouldn’t be in so much pain.

You and your sister ran into a horde of walkers. She knew that you’d never be able to run from it, not without a distraction. She looked around frantically for a solution. All she saw as a viable option was herself. She stops you and puts the bag on you. “You take the bag, you take dad’s rifle and you run. Run as far away as you can. Okay? I love you.” She tells you pressing a kiss to your forehead and pushing you in the opposite direction. She pulls her knife out of her belt and prepares, meanwhile you try to protest. “I don’t wanna leave you here, I-” She’d cut you off to tell you to just go.

So you run. You run as fast as you could all while sobbing your eyes out. You’ve been on your own ever since.

You learned to live alone, you took all the tips you and your sister had learnt together as well as some of your dad’s military experience and you ran with it. You did great by yourself, that fact never went unnoticed. You found a group or two you somewhat got along with and they would quite literally perish soon after meeting them. It was tragic, yes but you never got attached so it never quite got to you. After that you chose to isolate yourself, just so you didn’t have to deal with the pain. In reality it seems cold, but that’s just how you were able to say steady.

You wanted to stay alive, you knew that the only way your dad and sister’s memory would live on is if you were to stay alive and honor them. You hoped that one day you could tell stories about them to your children. That is if you made it to have any.

Anyway you dodged a fair amount of sketchy groups. You considered yourself as someone who got the good and bad ends of the apocalypse stick. You could sense when something wasn’t right and that saved you a lot of the time. For the shit end of it, well you lost your family. But that’s all in the past.

─── ⋆⋅ ꒰ა 𐚁 ໒꒱ ⋅⋆ ───

Now you were dealing with some sassy cowboy. He stole your rifle and ghosted you. Ironic for someone nicknamed the ghost in the woods, you were the one who was meant to disappear. Granted you could tell that Alexandria was having a rough time. Once the horde cleared to a louder section of the community you were able to get closer to get a good look at what was going on inside the walls. You could see the absolute grotesque amount of walkers, almost looking like an entire sea flood the front gates. Some spilled to the side and lingered there, so you steered clear.

A part of you felt somewhat anxious, you thought you’d be witnessing the fall of Alexandria. Maybe Carl would die, but you didn’t want to worry about that. At least you tried. You weren’t quite successful. Noticeably, Alexandria was going through a rough patch. They had tons of their people die, not to mention they drew plenty of attention with the blaring truck horn which you realized had hit at the opposite wall you were at. You lingered at the back wall rather than the busier side. Little did you know, you’d have a visitor.

You pulled your knife after hearing a branch snap behind you.

It was Carl.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You keep your voice low so you don’t draw the walkers. “I’m here to get you.” He explains, he’s slightly out of breath. “Get me? It’s too dangerous for you to be outside the walls.” You tell him. Unfortunately he’s as stubborn as they come. “Which is why I’m here to get you. Cmon, we don’t have much time.” He tries to get you to move but you don’t budge. “You need to leave.”

Carl’s been so concerned for you the past couple days he hadn’t been coming out to see you. He’d been meaning to but everything seemed to be going downhill. Just the day before, the Wolves broke into Alexandria and he had to be there for Judith. He was scrambling to find any way for you to come back with him.

“Look, I get it, I didn’t bring back your rifle and…I know I pushed you a little too much to join Alexandria the other day. But this is serious. It’s life or death, okay? Just do the right thing. Come back to Alexandria. Just till the hordes cleared up and—maybe you’ll like it there and choose to stay. You don’t have to just please hear me out.” He pleads.

He’s so convincing, but you’re just as stubborn as he is.

“I told you I have no interest. I’m fine out here it’s not my first time around a horde. You should go.” You frustrated Carl to no end and he really didn’t want to annoy you or betray your trust, but he had no option. You could see him build up the strength.

“You either come back to Alexandria with me or you’re never getting your rifle back.”

The words that came out of his mouth were quite unlike him, he never wanted to be as bitchy as he was.

He just needed you to listen.

a/n: i want you all to know that when building this story, the sisters death made me so sad that i decided that canonically the sisters not dead she made it out and she’s looking for the reader trust

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year ago

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I was wondering if you could do a really sweet "reunion" between Eddie and his gf in the cafeteria. Like, maybe she had to go to the dentist in the morning so they haven't seen each other all day, and Eddie is all grumpy and snappy with the Hellfire guys and Dustin is like "what's the matter with him? Wake up in the wrong side?" and Jeff replies "woke up with no Y/N is more like it" and then she comes into the cafeteria and they behave like they haven't seen each other for months 😊

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Warnings: Grumpy Eddie, Fluff.

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Eddie was in one hell of a bad mood. You had to leave early this morning for the dentist, which meant he woke up without you.

Not only had he woken up without you this morning, there was no sleepy morning kisses and cuddles.

You weren't cuddled up on his chest when he woke up, the two of you exchanging sleepy, kisses and whispers of love. Your morning ritual.

He hated going without his morning kisses from you. It was the best start to the day, his highlight of the day.

Everyone around Hawkins thought he was mean and scary as shit but you knew the soft side to him, with you he was as soft as a marshmallow.

Wayne takes one look at his pissed off face and hides his smile behind his coffee mug as Eddie heads into the kitchen for breakfast.

"In a mood this morning son?" Wayne asks amused.

Eddie grumbles and pours some coffee into his Garfield mug.

"What gave it away? " he replies sarcastically and Wayne chuckles.

"Saw your girl leave early this morning for her appointment, I figure that's why you're like a storm cloud just now?" Eddie nods and finishes his coffee wincing at the taste.

This is why he prefers a YooHoo but this morning was already shit so extra strong, black coffee it was.

His mood didn't improve in school, it got worse, Carver said some dumb shit to him, Eddie usually ignored the asshole but today he wound him up, just to cheer himself up.

As usual the douchebag went running to the safety of his friends. He knew Jason was secretly terrified of him, he backed down fast.

Being a freak had has its advantages.

By noon, he was grumpy as fuck, the constant chatter between the boys was getting on his last nerve.

"Jesus h christ. Would you shut the fuck up" he huffs at them as they chat.

Gareth snorts. "What's up with you man?"

"Nothing" he snaps and continues to eat his pretzels, he's impatient to see you. Being around you helps the chaos of his mind, calms down his restless energy.

He loves being with you-loves you so much.

Dustin turns to him, eyes wide and he chuckles nervously.

"What is up with you dude? Wake up on the wrong side of bed this morning or something?" Jeff snorts at this and Eddie glares at him.

"Woke up with no yn more like" Jeff supplies and Eddie huffs, a pout on his face and his annoyance growing. It's true but its not helping his mood.

"Dude, you're so whipped" Mike makes a face and Eddie is barely listening as you come into the cafeteria, his heart skips a beat and he grins.

"Princess" he gets up and rushes to you, he's like an overexcited puppy as he is all over you. Peppering kisses to your hair and his pout is replaced with a huge beaming grin.

"I missed you so so much sweetheart. I don't like waking up without you beside me" he murmurs and you cuddle into him.

"I missed you too Ed's. Ugh, I hate the dentist" you say this with a pout on your face, the pout that pretty much has Eddie wrapped around your little finger.

If you give him that sad eyed look too, he's a goner.

"At least it's over with now sweetheart, Are you sore?" he asks worried as you wince, touching your mouth.

"A little, at least my very sexy boyfriend can help me feel better" he hears Gareth and Mike teasing him about this, turns and gives them a fierce glare, that stops them in their tracks.

"Anything for you princess" he kisses your forehead and leads you to the Hellfire table, he's much much happier now his girl is by his side.

He'll happily dote on you all night when you go home.

💞💞

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tothosewholisten · 5 months ago

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“What’s the date? The exact date” are the second words I hear come from Five’s mouth in almost 17 years. He brought us to the kitchen after making us question reality with his boyish appearance. We all sat around the kitchen table as he moved back and forth in an oversized suit making some type of snack.

“The 24th..” Vanya answers quietly.

“Of what..?”

I raise my head from looking at Five’s cutting board on the table and speak up “March.” I reply to him,

“Good,” he sighs.

All of us are dumbfounded, Klaus even has his hand over his mouth in shock. But Luther is the first of us to bring up the matter. “So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?” He says.

Five's head stays unmoved from his cutting board, pulling out two slices of bread and a knife. I could tell what he was starting to make now from Vanya’s earlier statements. We all stare at him, but Klaus and I turn to give each other a look.

Luther stands up from his seat and slightly raises his voice so Five will hear him. “It’s been 17 years.”

But Five scoffs at him “It's been a lot longer than that.” Moving closer to the now-standing Luther. He blinks behind Luther to grab something. Standing on a step stool I might add.

“I hadn’t missed that.” Luther states. But I'd have to disagree since I always thought that Five had the coolest power of all of us.

‘Where’d you go?” I asked, head resting on my palm. I sat on the table right next to Klaus with my legs dangling off the right side during all of this and was getting a bit tired from today's mysteries.

“The future” Five blinks back to his original spot “It's shit, by the way.” He adds.

Klaus raises a finger to the sky, “called it!” He exclaims looking around at everyone’s not grinning faces.

“I should've listened to the old man.” Five says grabbing another item from our crappy outdated fridge. A sentence I never thought I'd hear him say. He quotes Reginald and says “You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice.”

Five finally gives us his whole attention by scanning the crowd. “Nice dress.” He says to Klaus.

“Oh well, Danke!” Klaus cheers. I wish I knew what he was talking about.

“Wait- how did you get back?” Vanya cuts in, waving her hand in the air.

Five dips his knife into the peanut butter and gives her a blank look. “In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself. That exists across every possible instance of time.” I don’t think a single person in that room heard what he said.

“That makes no sense,” Diego calls out from his chair. Saying the one thing we were all thinking.

“Well, it would if you were smarter.” Five words made Deigo rise from his chair starting to lunge at the teen, but with one arm Luther stopped his whole body from moving. Five furrows his brows unbothered while still crafting his sandwich.

“How long were you there?” Luther asks calmly.

“Forty-five years. Give or take” and everyone sits back down, eyes wide at Five. All of our faces had a look of shock mixed with pity for him, all these years we had no idea where Five was. But instead of the answer being that he joined the circus or something, it is the sad idea that he was lost in time with no help. A little boy growing into a man and navigating a shitty future.

“Wait, hold on.” I blink awake from my thoughts. “So what are you saying? You're 58?”

Five somewhat grits his teeth and states matter of factly at me. “No, my consciousness is 58. Apparently, my body is now 13 again.” He puts the two pieces of bread together to finally create his peanut butter marshmallow sandwich. He walks around as he starts to eat it.

“Delores kept saying the equations were off.” He says. Okay confused once again, who’s Delores? And who names their kid that? “Bet she’s laughing now.”

“Delores?” Vanya questions but Five never gives her a response, just chews. He picks up a newspaper from one side of the table instead though, it states news about Reginald's death along with other such topics.

“Guess I missed the funeral.” He hums flipping through the pages.

“How’d you know about tha-?” Luther asks stupidly.

“What part of the future do you not understand?” I try to hide my smile from his words. He was the same old Five that I knew even all these years later. “Heart failure huh?” He asks the table.

Diego and Luther both say the opposite things at the same time, then snap their heads around to give each other a nasty look.

Five clicks his tongue. “Nice to see nothing has changed.” He puts the newspaper down and leaves all of us in the kitchen as he walks away.

Alison turns and calls out to him giving us her first input of the discussion “Uh, that's it? That’s all you have to say?” As she flails her arms.

Five stops by the archway into the kitchen. “What else is there to say? Circle of life.” And he leaves, by the way, I could hear his little dress shoes clamping down the hall. I say he went to his room.

None of us say anything but just stare at each other. This day was going to be very interesting for all of us.

I wasn't sure what to do next, now that Five was here the service for Reginald was about to begin. So I headed to my childhood room, just to take one final look at it again.

The first thing that I remember was how creaky the floorboards were as I walked upstairs. When we all used to sneak out of the house it was really difficult to pick a way to go without someone hearing us. We used to go to all kinds of places as a group like Griddy's doughnuts or some park to play on the playground. Just a way for all of us to escape the daily tortures.

I walked past Luther's room to mine at the end of the hallway. I would’ve never put this together as a kid but now I see the rooms were put in that order by our numbers, me being zero I was first.

Although, as a kid, I was never really treated as first in anything. That was Luther. I was more like a spare child. Someone they needed but never thought of first. I would��ve preferred being number 8.

My room was tiny, but I tried to pack it with lots of personality. I'd model it after the rest of everyone’s rooms since I was the last one to get mine. I remember the process of getting my room.

I'd just walked into the building with nothing but a brown stuffed animal bear with a small pink bow and my blue dress on. He was my world but he didn't have a name until I grew older. I named him Benny, after my actual world and best friend.

“Number Zero, I will show you to your room now,” Pogo said to me, trying to be as gentle as possible. I was very fragile at that stage, as anyone would be if they were dragged here kicking and screaming. The whole house was truly terrifying to the younger me, barely standing at 4 ‘10. I thought the academy was going to swallow me whole.

Without protest I let Pogo hold my hand and bring me upstairs. My room at that time had nothing in it but a bed and a window. It looked freshly constructed like it wasn't a room before my arrival. Like it was planned just for me, which I guess it was.

I was left alone with my thoughts for like an hour before I first met Grace who’d asked me if I wanted to make cookies with her, for me and the other children to enjoy. And I liked her instantly, she was the first person to make me smile. But I didn't see any of the other children for two days and I still to this day don’t know where they went.

But now my room was fully decorated with a desk where I’d work on new sketches or write in my journal. My hobbies were always drawing and painting.

Above my brown desk was a mirror where I'd get ready every morning and a bunch of vines that hung down from a shelf. That shelf was stacked with books that I've probably read one hundred times over by 17.

What made me really happy was seeing Benny, still on my cream-colored sheets all these years later. Even though I'm sure I tucked him away somewhere before I left. I should’ve taken him with me.

I held him to my chest with my back turned towards my door for a bit. Taking in all the scents of my room, Benny smelled like rose petals courtesy to Mom who washed him every time I spilled something on him with rose detergent. I closed my eyes and he was immediately taken out of my hands by someone who came up close behind me.

“Klaus, give him back.” I frowned. I knew it was Klaus even if he was trying to be sneaky. His heart was loud and his steps were still heavy, and if that wasn't enough the smell of alcohol could give it away.

“Aw man, how’d you know it was me.” He sighed, handing me Benny back.

I giggled, turning his way “I always know it’s you, you're the only one who comes in here.” Which wasn’t a lie.

“Mhm sure..” he said, taking a step further inside to look around. “This place looks the same!”

He pointed to my beanbag in a corner and said. “This is where we'd do drugs as kids awww!” He gushed. After a second we both started laughing hysterically no way I forgot what we did in here. Yes, I did try weed in here once when I was 16 or 15, I caught Klaus with it and told him to stay safe with it. And then before I knew it he’d started sharing his cigarette with me.

“How’d I forget about that?” I asked him.

He grinned. “You were probably too stoned to remember anything. Sweet Y/n had a rebellious side to her. But that wasn't the only thing we did you know? All those times we snuck out to get more was the fun part.”

“I definitely haven’t done any since.” I shake my head before pausing. “Or maybe I just don’t remember.” I joked.

He sat down on my bed and I sat with him. “You wanna do some more?” He asked with a childish look.

“No way” I replied to him, dropping Benny on the bed to make an X with my arms. “My rebel ways are over.”

He pouted and looked down at my fluffy bear. “Who’s this?” He exclaimed. I forgot that everyone didn't know about my bear minus Grace and Pogo. I was too embarrassed to let the fellow 12-year-olds know that I still slept with a teddy.

“Uhm, he’s mine,” I say scratching my hand. But I'm sure he already knew that part.

Klaus folds his hands into his lap and kicks his shoes off. Getting fully immersed in the story I was about to start. “Do go on.” He asks.

“I've had him since I was a baby.” I started but Klaus shifted a little in his seat knowing that my home before here was a little taboo. “He’s very special to me and up till recently he didn't have a name. But now his name is Benny.” As soon as I say that his head shoots up to stare at a corner of my room. “Klaus?” I try to get his attention. It was a bit spooky though since no one was there.

He suddenly turns back and engulfs me in a hug. I knew he knew what I meant by the name choice, the three of us were super close. I named him after the only one of us whose life was robbed from him too soon, Ben who was Number six.

“I still sometimes blame myself.” I let fly out of my mouth. “Just the fact that I couldn’t save him, and that's literally all that I do.”

Klaus hugs tighter before letting out a sad sound. “He doesn’t want you to think that Y/n, not at all.”

I pulled away confused. “I'm sorry, you said he doesn’t?”

Klaus stutters. “D- Did I say he doesn’t? I mean he wouldn't! Of course, no one would want you to think that especially when it was something you couldn’t control.”

I frowned anyway trying to dig these thoughts into the back of my mind. He grabbed my hand and pulled me away from my comfy bed and Benny. Ushering me out of my room.

“One death is enough to think about, let’s send off Daddy dearest and get out of here.” He snickers “You wanna get a sandwich with me later? I'm afraid I'm out of cash though.” Klaus looked through his pockets like it would just magically appear.

My frown turns into a grin. “Don’t worry sandwiches are on me.”

Klaus almost leaps in the air with excitement, “See this is why you're my favorite.”

By the time we got downstairs, everyone had gathered around the longue once again. This time getting ready for the end of this crazy day, the ceremony. It had started raining so I told Klaus to get an umbrella for himself. He picked up a small pink frilly thing that belonged to one of us when we were kids and walked outside. I grabbed a blue one with a black handle.

The heavy rain fully affected all of our moods instantly, everyone turned somber and cold. We stood in a circle in the courtyard, where we'd been for Five's return earlier. Except two of us didn't have umbrellas, Luther and Diego who wanted to be different I guess.

My eyes met with Ben's statue and I was suddenly glad for the rain because it would mask any teardrops that would’ve fallen. Being too close to bad memories and being even closer to new ones is about to form now.

“Did something happen?” Grace asks innocently. It was almost like she had no idea what happened at all. But I thought since she was a robot she would have to remember all these key moments.

“Dad died. Remember?” Allison gives her a strange look.

“Oh. Yes, of course.” Grace looks down at her feet.

We all gave her a confused glance and Alison asked a question. “Is Mom okay?” She said to no one in particular.

But Diego was the one to respond since he was right next to her. “Yeah, yeah, she’s fine. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge.” Which didn't sound very convincing at all.

We all waited for one last person, Pogo, to come into our circle so we could move on. Or at least so I can move on.

“Whenever you’re ready, dear boy.” Pogo nods to Luther as he joins us. Luther was standing in the middle holding Reginald’s remains in a black urn. He stumbles around a bit before opening it up. And pouring it onto the mud floor. It mimicked the way that sand would fall in someone’s hand when picked up,

Klaus, cigarette in hand, grits his teeth at the unsatisfactory delivery right next to me. And Luther looks up to see all of us staring at him, thinking the same thing.

“Probably would have been better with some wind.” Luther thinks out loud.

“Does anyone wish to speak?” Asked by Pogo who looks around at us, we all avoid his gaze. I'd speak if everything that would’ve come out of my mouth wasn't swear words.

“Very well.” Pogo clears his throat. “In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master.. and my friend, and I shall miss him very much.” I sympathized with Pogo and his words. But I could never call Reginald any of those things myself. He made me hurt, he made us suffer and I will never forgive him.

Pogo carries on. “He leaves behind a complicated legacy—“

“He was a monster,” Diego speaks out.

Klaus laughs and everyone looks surprised by his words, even though they secretly thought the same. “He was a bad person and a worse father. The world is better off without him.” He states.

“Diego” Alison tries to stand in.

“My name is Number Two. You know why? Because our father couldn’t be bothered to give us actual names, he had Mom do it.”

Like a switch was turned on Grace replies with an enthusiastic “Would anyone like something to eat?” She says.

“No, it's okay mom.” Vanya says.

“Oh, okay.” She replied, her strange enthusiasm never leaving her tone.

Diego starts to rant to us. “Look, you wanna pay your respects? Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was.”

Luther looks at him angrily, “You should stop talking now.”

Diego stops looking at us to stare down Luther once again. “You know, you of all people should be on my side here, Number One.”

“I'm warning you.”

Five turned to me and Klaus to see what we thought of their bickering. We got ready for something that was about to go down.

“After everything he did to you? He had to ship you a million miles away.”

“Diego, stop talking.” Luther bears his teeth when Diego moves almost uncomfortably close to him.

“That’s how much he couldn’t stand the sight of you!” Diego yells pointing his fingers to Luther's chest. I knew that would set him off. And it did because Luther swung at him which he gracefully avoided. And the two started to fight.

I looked at Klaus again, my eyes asking if we should get involved. But that never turned out well in any of their other fights. And as expected Klaus shook his head and mouthed no to me.

They kept punching at each other for a crazy amount of time. Both being well trained in fighting they were able to not get him by the other. Pogo yells trying to get their attention. “Boys, stop this at once!” He tries to persuade.

Klaus moves both me and Five out of the way like we were in any length close enough to get harmed anyway. Five slaps his arm out of the way.

Luther finally lands a hit on Diego causing him to lose his footing and slide back a sizable amount of feet. “Come on, big boy!” He screams. Luther goes in for another punch but Diego gets the upper hand and starts to pound his tiny fist in comparison to Luther's huge body again and again.

“Knock it off,” I called out, I thought it was almost like my job to say something. Even though the number system was not in place and we were our own people now it still felt like my place to break off their fights.

But as if I'm the angel on their shoulders the devil right next to me named Klaus yells for them to keep going. The sounds of their punches get louder as they descend into madness. Pogo sighs and walks off, realizing it’s hopeless to try and stop them.

Luther hurdles Diego onto the ground almost at the feet of Ben's statue.

“Oh no..” The words I said were felt by all the people around me. We all started to move in getting more weary of them doing something bad.

Diego jabs at Luther but his fist is caught by the bigger fist. He then holds Diego out like a child who's being naughty as Diego yells at him to let go. He breaks free and goes for another punch, this time it lands and you can hear the sound of either Luther's jaw breaking or Diego’s hand breaking on impact. I think it's the second. They both pant as Diego steps in front of Ben's statue.

Five gets fed up with all the fighting. “We don’t have time for this.” He says before storming off back into the house. Leaving me and Klaus to watch the fight with different expressions.

“Come here, big boy.” Diego antagonizes while standing in front of his brother's statue.

Luther runs up and takes a swing at him.

“Stop it!” My shaky voice screams. They were getting too close to him..

Diego dodges Luther’s hit and he falls over his fist going straight through Ben's statue. Making him crash onto the floor and his head comes right off. Luther stops.

I fight the urge to scream out as he falls down. The statue dedicated to Ben had been destroyed right in front of my eyes. Due to his sibling's stupid argument over something so small compared to Ben's big impact on the Umbrella Academy. On me.

Klaus lets out a sigh but doesn't look to me to see. By his tone he didn't think this was as important as it was to me. This was one of the last things of Ben I had.

“And there goes Ben’s statue..” Alison points out the obvious. No way that was it, there had to be a way of fixing it. It had to go back up. She walks away as I leave Klaus’s side to step to Luther.

Thinking the fight was over, I was steaming with anger about to cursing the hell out of him.

“Deigo no!” Shouts Vanya and I should've turned around.

His knife hits me in the back of my arm cutting right through my sweater and my skin. Right before hitting Luther’s arm as well. Diego’s once smug face is wiped clean at the realization. I thought all his knives had perfect accuracy but maybe it was the fact that he was tired after fighting or maybe since he still hit his target he thought it was whatever.

I know my arm will heal but it still hurts like a bitch. Since his knives were made for injuring. Luther gasped, grabbing onto his wounded arm. I was still so angry at him for what he just did but I still wanted to heal him. I take a step closer reaching my palm out but he runs past me and back into the house. His big steps filled my ears.

I turned to Diego and he knew what was coming for him “You never know when to stop, do you?” I point at Ben’s statue. “Now look at what you did.” Before I could let my full feelings out, I knew I needed to get out of there. So I gave one final look at Ben’s once again dead body and walked away. My arm radiates a yellow glow as the slice heals.

I left Vanya, Klaus and Grace there with Diego.

Vanya gives Diego a hurt look as she also turns to leave, but not before he lets out his last snide comment of the afternoon.

“You got enough material for your sequel yet?” He bows his head down to get into her face.

She looks at him before saying. “He was my father, too.” Then leaves. It wasn't clear if he truly took in her words.

Diego walks over to his Mom. “Mom, let's go inside.” She seems reluctant. “Come on. Okay? Come on.” They both walk inside of the house.

Klaus sat on a bench in the pouring rain as they left. His legs crossed and deep in thought. He puts his cigarette back into his mouth and walks over to his Dad’s remaining ashes.

“I bet you're loving this. Hmm?” He says to the ashes. “The team at its best. It’s just like old times.” Before letting his cigarette die out into the “ashtray” of his father’s remains.

“Best funeral ever!”

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padfootagain · 11 months ago

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Home for Christmas

Hi everyone! Here is a cute fic for Christmas! I hope all of you who celebrate have a great time <3

Hope you like this silly little fic! Tell me what you think of it!

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Pairing: Hozier x reader

Warnings: none! It’s just cute fluff!!

Summary: Andrew is touring at the moment, and his busy schedule will keep him away for the Christmas season. Or at least, that’s what you thought would happen. That was without counting on how much he missed you.

Word Count: 2390

Hozier's Masterlist - Main Masterlist

24 December.

It’s midday and it’s raining. Against the window panes, the rain falls in a patted rhythm, adding to the soft voice of Ella Fitzgerald, a warmth that lulls you into a gentle sway. Around you, dispersed across the carpet, are a set of gifts, wrapping paper, some tape and glitter. You’re wrapping up presents for Christmas, ready to be delivered on Christmas morning throughout your relatives and friends. It makes for a rather tall pile, as you look at all the work you have left. You’re about half-way through, so you gather your courage in a sigh and get back to work, grabbing a box and some paper and trying your best at turning the whole thing into what vaguely resembles a gift.

On your left, you have set the presents that are already wrapped in red and golden paper. Three of these are for Andrew, and you’re quite proud of what you’ve found for him this year. Your gaze lingers on the items, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips as you think of him… but you end up looking away in a hurry.

He won’t be home for Christmas this year. His touring schedule won’t allow it. If he’s in Europe, he’s currently trying to catch a few hours of sleep in a hotel room in Vienna.

You’ve thought about joining him on tour for a few days, but you wanted to see your family at Christmas. Besides, the look your mother gave you when you mentioned the idea was enough to make you abandon the thought altogether. She looked too sad for you to go ahead with it. You guessed you would simply have to miss your boyfriend this year.

You aren’t angry or bitter about it, though. It comes with dating a musician. There are moments when he isn’t around, and that’s alright. He makes up for it when he comes home, or when you can join him for a few days. Still, as you glance over at his gifts, knowing that they will remain unopened until mid-January, you can’t help the tug at your heart that thought brings.

You grab your phone as an act of revenge, snapping a pic of the three gifts, and sending them to Andrew.

Your gifts are ready! And as I’m an awful girlfriend, you won’t get any clue to guess what they are until you open them in a month!

You add a few emojis to tease him some more, and wait for the phone to buzz while you go back to work. You’ve got glitter on your fingers, it’s all over the beige carpet too. You don’t mind so much, though.

Your Christmas tree is glimmering on the right side of the room, you’ve turned its lights on to get into a festive mood. You have a cocoa on the coffee table, and a bag of marshmallows as a snack. But despite the music, you can’t help but notice how silent the house is.

No humming, no guitar, no voice lost in conversation with you about the most random topic. No padding steps going back and forth across the living room, no curses after hitting the angle of a table, no clutter made in the kitchen to make something as simple as tea. There’s nothing but Ella’s singing, the rain, and the sharp sound of your scissors cutting the wrapping paper, the quick tug at tapes…

Your phone buzzes, and you drop everything to reach for it. A laughing emoji appears under the name Andy, followed by a short text.

How mean! An awful girlfriend indeed.

A pause, some little dots appearing as he writes another message.

I’m worse though.

You shake your head as you type.

Nah! You’re all good. It will only take some extra chocolate to make me forgive you, that’s all. The worst is being abandoned for gift-wrapping. I’m terrible at it.

You’re too focused on the screen to notice any sound coming from outside, like a car-door closing.

I don’t have chocolate. Opted for flowers instead. Hope that works too.

You giggle at that, failing to hear footsteps before your door.

You still have a month to get the right thing.

You jump as you hear keys unlocking the front door. Frowning, you finally stand. Andrew’s parents have a set of keys, just in case, but they’ve never used them. And why would they when you’re here?

You’ve barely reached the hallway that the door opens… on a very tall figure you recognise in an instant. You gasp at the sight, hands flying up to your mouth.

Andrew, on his part, is grinning like an idiot, soaked despite the small distance he had to cross from the cab to the front door. The rain is still heavy, falling on the bouquet of flowers he’s carrying.

He barely has time to step in, throw a travel bag across the hall, and find shelter in your home that you’re jumping into his arms, and he laughs as he catches you with ease. He hasn’t closed the door yet, the air is cold as it sips into the hallway, but you pay no attention to it. You don’t care either about the fact that your clothes are getting wet against his drenched coat, that your fingers run through wet locks as you pull him closer, that his face is cold as you kiss, at long last, for what seems like forever. But then again, you’ve been waiting to see him for weeks, months even… you can’t be blamed for being eager to catch up on lost time.

“Hey,” he breathes as you finally pull away, although he keeps you in his arms.

Rubbing his nose against yours, your eyes are still closed. His voice is a bit deeper than usual in this whispered tone, and it makes shivers travel up your spine, makes your heart melt in a puddle.

“Hi,” you grin against his lips, stealing pecks there. “What are you doing here?!”

“You didn’t think I would really miss Christmas, did you?”

“But your shows…”

“I have nothing until the 26th. I’m not staying here long, just a couple of days. But I’m home for Christmas, at least.”

You hug him as close as you can, still too much in shock to truly believe that he is here, that this is happening, that he truly is home…

“I thought you couldn’t travel back here, that the flights didn’t fit the schedule.”

“I haven’t slept in 27 hours, but aside from that, it all went well,” he laughed, but you frowned at his statement.

“You couldn’t sleep on the plane?”

He blushes a little, averts his eyes for a second, before looking at you again.

“No, no…” he shakes his head, sounding a little embarrassed but smiling all the same. “I just… I was too excited to see you. Couldn’t fall asleep.”

You coo at him, making him wince as he finally puts you down.

“Oh, don’t start…” he warns you, but you love teasing him too much for that.

“You wanted to see me too much! You’re so cute!”

“I did fly all the way across Europe to see you, remember?”

“That’s what I’m saying. You’re hooked, buddy!”

You both laugh at that, but his smile grows tender as he reaches to brush his thumb across your cheek.

“Don’t I know that already…” he states, and again, the warm feeling spreads across your entire form, a perfect balance of happiness, fondness, and love.

He finally hands you the bouquet, and you breathe in the perfect scent: sweet and addictive, making you dizzy for a moment.

“So… no chocolate,” you tease, and Andrew struggles not to laugh, his smile tugging at his lips.

“No, I’m afraid not. The flowers will have to do.”

You hum, as if pondering.

“You’re lucky they’re so pretty,” you add, and he breaks into a cheeky grin.

“Not as pretty as you, though.”

You laugh, walking to the kitchen to give your flowers a vase and some water.

“Lousy line!”

“It was a masterpiece, are you kidding? That timing! Delivery!”

“And he pretends he’s a poet…”

You both laugh, Andrew has followed you after leaving his coat, scarf and shoes by the door. He wraps his arms around your waist, unwilling to be parted from you even for a minute, chasing after your warmth like a moth to a flame.

He drops a kiss to the top of your head.

“I pretend to be a musician, not a poet.”

“Considering your lyrics, you are a poet.”

You feel him grinning into your hair.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, and you know he’s blushing without seeing his coloured cheeks.

“Thank you for the flowers, I love them.”

“Next time, I’ll get you chocolate. I promise.”

“I was just joking. You didn’t have to get me anything. I was happy enough to simply have you here.”

You turn in his arms to face him, gently pull on the collar of his green cardigan until his lips meet yours, and that’s the best feeling in the world, really, to be there in his arms, to feel his heart against your palm…

But as you look up at him again, you notice the dark traces under his eyes, the heaviness in his eyelids. He looks exhausted, and if he always does when he’s touring, he seems to be barely being able to stand. For proof, he’s leaning more and more against you as he hugs you tight.

Gently, soothingly, you rub his back, and you don’t fail to notice the sigh he lets out, his body relaxing under your hands.

“We still have a few hours before heading to your parents’ house for the evening. Want to take a nap?”

“Only if you come with me.”

“I have to finish preparing all the gifts…”

“We can do that in the morning. We can even just hand them without any wrapping…”

“No! We’re doing this properly!”

“Tomorrow then.”

You yield easily, nodding.

“Alright. You go and dry your hair while I prepare some hot chocolate, and then we cuddle and take a nap. Deal?”

He grins.

“Deal!”

He kisses you again, passionate and overwhelming and leaving you dizzily blinking; before he disappears upstairs to change out of his wet clothes and get dry.

Meanwhile, you’ve prepared some warm beverage for him and go grab your own mug in the living room. You abandon the gifts for now, climb upstairs and under the covers to wait for Andrew.

You’re grinning at the thought of him joining you, and your smile only brightens when he actually does, clumsily hurrying to the bed.

He slips under the covers, on his side of the bed, the one you’ve been staring at for entire nights, feeling the empty space of his absence. He’s barely settled in that you’re already reaching for him. He takes the hand you’re holding out, kissing your knuckles before placing it against his heart.

He takes a few sips of his warm beverage, complimenting your creation before lying down fully with you, tucking you both in, making sure you’re both fully covered by the heavy blankets. You lie there together for a long time, legs tangled to the point that borders between his body and yours disappear, on your sides so you can stare at each other, bathe in the presence of the person you love most in the world, in the warmth of this home you share, this bed that feels empty when you’re not both here.

A few minutes are all that’s needed for the bed to be filled with the warmth of your entwined bodies, and you relax as you shuffle even closer, arms wrapped around his torso. He holds you close, his large palm rubbing circles into your back that make you close your eyes. He rests his forehead against yours, closes his eyes as well.

“God, I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he whispers, his voice quiet and soft in the gentle air of the room, the one disturbed only by your shared breaths, the tapping of the rain, and the occasional movements of your limbs under the covers. “I needed this. Needed to hold you close… you can’t imagine how much I needed this.”

You tighten your hold on him, an attempt to silently tell him that you understand, that you need him too, just as much.

“I’ve missed you too, honey,” you breath, your tone matching his. “So much. I’m so happy you’re home.”

“Only for a couple of days…”

“I don’t care. You’re here, now. That’s all I care about. I might not think the same in a couple of days when I cry my eyes out at the airport but…”

You chuckle together, and he kisses the tip of your nose as a reward.

“Same here,” he mumbles as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply your scent, the one he tries to get drunk on, to commit to memory so he can reminisce later, once he’s alone again at night in some hotel room.

“Thank you. For coming home to me. Thank you, Andy.”

But he chuckles, shaking his head ever so slightly.

“I did it for myself as much a I’ve done this for you, you know.”

“I bet everyone in the band was tired of you complaining all the time,” you laugh, and he does the same.

“Alex was this close from kicking me out of the bus.”

You double with laughter, and yet keep on holding onto each other just as tightly, unwilling to ever let go again.

“I bet he was!”

He nuzzles into your neck, kisses the skin at the base of your shoulder, making your heart skip beats and your breathing stutter. His beard tickles your skin, and you’re certain you’ve been transported to heaven.

“I love you,” you whisper into his hair, kissing every inch you can reach. You feel his grin against your neck.

“I love you, too. So much, darling.”

You forget to set up an alarm, and when you both fall asleep a few minutes later, you’re too comfortable to wake up. You arrive late at Andrew’s parents’, but they can’t pretend to be mad. They’re too happy to have their son for Christmas, and you feel the same.

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kozumesphone · 1 month ago

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✮⋆˙ 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

⤷ leo valdez x daughter of poseidon!reader

masterlist | event m.list

♡ fandom | the heroes of olympus

♡ includes | songfic (sort of), daughter of poseidon!reader, leo and reader both have glasses in this fic (YES i’m fulfilling my own delusions, leave me alone), ALL CHARACTERS INCLUDING READER ARE 17-18 pls don’t come at me for getting them married 🙏, leo x reader wedding, pre-established relationship, fluff, comfort, beautiful no nonsense kissing and happiness, tbh this is retribution for my previous emercy angst, HAPPINESS, third person pov for like five seconds, not proofread

♡ in which | leo and reader get married <3

♡ a/n | ok shiit. this was supposed to be a newlyweds prompt, but I wanted to write a wedding scene before that, so I completely missed the prompt that was requested ☹️ I still hope this fluff makes up for it a bit, and i'll try to work on a part 2 for a newlyweds drabble (tho I can't promise i'll actually end up writing it, sorry 💀)

♡ wc | 1.3k

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

“i’m way too nervous, my hands are shaking and what if I drop the ring? he’ll think i’m stupid! and he’ll leave me right there!”

“n/n? respectfully? shut up,” annabeth sighed.

“this is leo we’re talking about, man, and if there’s one thing I know for sure about him, other than the fact that he loves marshmallows, it’s that he’s whipped as fuck for you,” will’s voice rang out, walking into my cabin.

“trust!” piper’s voice came out of my closet, where she was looking for something decent for me to wear.

“okay… but, now I don’t have anything to wear. that’s another problem,” I whined.

“you could walk out there, and get married in your camp clothes, and it’d have the same effect on him either way,” piper rolled her eyes. “his mouth would like, hang open, and he’d make heart eyes at you—”

“shut up,” I grumbled. “what am I going to wear, pipes?”

“don’t you worry, darling, I got you,” she said, and winked at me, and handed me a denim-leather jacket.

✮⋆˙ leo’s pov

“what if I trip and fall in front of her? will she leave me—who am I kidding, of course she’ll leave me!—”

“she loves you, stop crying about it,” jason said, rolling his eyes.

nico walked in with a red tie and black leather jacket in tow, and told me it was one of the other kids who lent it to him (clearly not).

“oh. thanks,” I smiled.

“yeah, sure. uh, listen, valdez,” nico started. I narrowed my eyes at him. “if you ever hurt her, or make her cry, or anything, I will know. and I will come for your blood. and your organs, because the market is amazing for livers these days—”

“same here,” percy said. “if I see my little sister sad because of you? you’re done for, fire boy.”

they walked over to me, throwing their arms around my shoulder. “got it?”

“obviously,” I rolled my eyes. “and if she’s ever sad because of me, I think i’d kill myself.”

✮⋆˙ 3rd person pov

percy walked with his hand in y/n’s. she walked down the aisle in a black crop top below her unbuttoned white shirt, and a denim-leather jacket strung on top. in that moment, leo could only comprehend how much she looked like herself.

she was fidgeting nervously with her belt while walking towards him.

she looked up, shocked, to see him almost matching with her: white shirt, red tie, black leather jacket, and even the playboy grin.

I like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings…

uh huh, that’s right…

watching him smile at her melted away her anxiety.

he wouldn’t leave her, of course not. they were in this together, forever.

a lopsided grin creeped up her face, setting his heart on fire.

she would always love him, he realised. never would she even think of leaving him.

darling, you’re the one I want, and…

✮⋆˙ y/n’s pov

percy let go of my hand so I could walk further towards leo, leaving me a thumbs-up.

“hey handsome,” I whispered, stopping in front of leo.

“hey beautiful,” he whispered back, still smiling at me.

“even after so many years, you know how to get my brain to stop functioning, it’s unfair,” I groaned, as he chuckled. his hand slipped into mine, lacing our fingers together. his thumb stroked the back of my hand as we turned to chiron, who was officiating our wedding.

he asks all our friends—dressed in shades of either blue or orange—to take their seats. we watched the youngest demigods, who were less than ten years old, walk around the chairs, giving out flowers to everyone.

“dearly beloved,” chiron reads out of his pocket notebook. “we are gathered here today to witness my two little kids join together in holy matrimony.”

everyone laughed and then quieted down.

“you can do your speeches or vows,” he prompted.

I exhaled and started first. “mia cara, thank you. I can’t believe today’s, well, finally here. I remember the, um, first day we met. we were both caught planting something for a prank in coach hedge’s bag, and spent a day in detention together,” I laughed and went on. “well, that was pretty much the day I fell in love with you. i’m so happy I have a boyfriend—well, almost-husband—and a best friend, both in the same person. so, I guess what I want to say is… I love you, leo.”

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this…

uh huh, that’s right…

his eyes were glossing over, and a tear escaped down his cheek. I wiped it away, and smiled at him.

“oh my god, that was so sappy,” he rolled his eyes at me.

I hit him in his shoulder, and he laughed. “anyway, I think I never told you this, but I knew you before that day.”

I gasped a little bit and my eyes widened.

“it was the day you transferred to that wilderness school, probably around a month before we met. you were wearing the same jacket you’re wearing today, and your hair was in tiny braids, and oh my god, I remember thinking, ‘if I don’t talk to that girl soon, i’ll never forgive myself’ but I waited a whole month because I was too nervous.”

I laughed, “you were nervous for a month?”

“shut up bro,” he groaned. “you were just so beautiful and I thought you looked smart, which, I mean, you are. but then, I found out you were planning some prank for a bet, and I figured that was my chance.”

darling, you're the one I want…

“who knew that the first pranks we pulled would bring us to get married, huh?” I chuckled.

“I knew,” he said, “that was obviously why I did it. anyway, I wanna end this speech or whatever by saying what I thought of you the first day we met: I love you, y/n, and you’re stuck with me for life!”

“I better hope so, you’re not allowed to leave me ever, anyway,” I rolled my eyes.

chiron laughed at us, and called the ringbearers. “it’s time for you to exchange your rings.”

an eight-year old apollo camper and his twin brother walked up to us with matching boxes. each one gave a box to one of us.

we opened the boxes, got the rings out and held them.

leo pulled our interlocked hands up and let go, to slip his ring on my finger. I grinned at him, and placed mine on his finger as well. he smiled when he realised they were the first rings we had bought together after we snuck out of camp for the first time.

“with the power vested in me,” chiron started. “I now pronounce you man and wife. you may kiss the bri—”

before chiron could even finish, leo’s hands were on my waist, bringing me closer, our mouths colliding.

in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams…

oh, you’re the one I want…

our glasses hit each others’ twice, but neither of us cared. his hands were squeezing my waist, as if it were the end of the world if he let go. my hands wrapped around his neck, and I pulled him in closer than humanly possible.

his kisses were rarely soft and sweet, so today wasn’t a surprise.

tongues colliding, my hands in his hair, and grinning against each others’ lips.

“till death do them part!” a voice rang out from the crowd, everyone else laughing.

“even death won’t do us part, mi vida,” he pulled back, smiling and whispered.

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