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On The Line

Part Five

Once again, Logan was on his back with his chest heaving, only this time it was on the hard court, not the clay. After a moment and a brief shadow falling over him, someone lay beside him with a huff. Logan peeked out eye open to see the way the sweat tracked down Leo’s temples.

“Well, damn.” Leo asked. “Lo?”

Logan smiled. He’d picked that up from Finn. Now the nickname came at him from both of them, morning and night. Soft and loud. Finn, hollering from the side of the court. Pick your feet up. Lo! Pick your fucking feet up! Logan wondered if Leo could imagine, or wanted to know, how it sounded when Finn said it in bed. Little breaths of his name every time their bodies drew together. Sometimes Logan lived for those sounds. He wondered what it would sound like as Le instead, which Finn had taken to saying.

“We’re about to be yelled at,” Logan said.

Leo snorted. “Oh yeah. Three, two…”

“Hey, hey,” Finn shouted from court-side. “Did I say you could stop?”

They’d been doing sprints. Logan knew it was good for his game overall, but the sun was hot today, and Leo’s long legs were hard not to look at.

“He thinks he’s so tough,” Leo whispered.

Logan laughed lightly and glanced at Finn, who was walking towards them.

They had to leave in just under a week for New York. The draw had worked out so that, if all went to plan, he and Leo could meet on the court. Logan had been trying to reconcile training with Leo, knowing he’d have to beat Leo, and trying to find the right moment to kiss Leo.

He felt a light kick to his foot. “Hey. Hey, hey.”

“Come here,” Logan sighed, he held out his arms. “It feels good on our backs, the ground’s warm, allez.”

“You want a hug when Leo’s gonna whip your ass in a couple weeks?”

“Ooh,” Leo said. “He’s not wrong.”

Logan groaned at sat up, turning to glare at Leo, who just smiled that sunny smile at him and held up Logan’s hat which had fallen off. Logan snatched it and reached out a hand to Finn.

“Help.”

Finn hesitated and Logan shook his head. “I wouldn’t pull you down with your knee, Rouge.”

Finn’s palm fit into his and helped him up. Logan completed the motion with a push up onto his toes for a soft kiss to the corner of Finn’s mouth.

“Lunch,” Finn said more softly. He curved his fingers through Logan’s hair, feeling how hot it was from the sun. Then, he reached out a hand to Leo. Logan watched their palms clasp as Leo got back to his feet. Finn gave Leo three hard taps to his chest. “You might be able to beat him now. Just you wait, Sunshine.”

“Oh, I’m waiting,” Leo laughed. He mimed tapping a watch on his wrist and began walking towards the house. He turned, arms outstretched. “This place is like a zombie bunker. You could so easily never leave!” He grinned once more, and jogged towards the pool.

Finn looked at Logan with raised eyebrows. He leaned close as they collected the water bottles.

“Lo,” was all he had to say, slightly pleading, for Logan to nod.

Logan hushed him. Finn’s hair was sweaty when he pushed his fingers through it, ending with his arms looped around his neck. He kissed him hard, and when he felt Finn’s matching grin he knew he’d read his mind. The quick nip to his lip meant he wanted Leo just as bad, and he was also running out of patience.

“We could never leave,” Logan said.

Finn smiled. “It does feel like that.”

It had been difficult to think about the outside world, when Logan had first brought Finn here. Finn had been an anchor, a magnetic field—at Logan’s home the pull of him became ten times stronger. Logan had wanted nothing other than Finn in his arms. Finn between his legs, Finn pressed up against his back. In his memory, those first few days were a swirl of Finn’s laugh and smile, his hands and his body. Evening, easy matches. Hikes up to lookouts. Morning coffee and pastries. Long drives and finding small diners to stop at. Finn’s skin against his mouth, Finn’s needy breaths and low moans. Sweaty sheets and cool showers. Whispers in the kitchen at midnight making toast and box mac and cheese, Finn standing between his legs with Logan on the counter, laughing in the moonlight. It was pleasure so blinding that Logan’s hearing turned cottony and he seemed to regain awareness—woken up?— later with Finn overcome too, his entire weight heavy on Logan’s body, and still inside him. Logan hadn’t known it was possible to feel so close to someone. Curled up and sugary.

Finn was remembering, too. His laugh was soft and whispery as he dipped his kisses down to Logan’s neck. Logan closed his eyes. The sex had been quiet and mindful of Leo lately. Quick, too. Logan liked it drawn out. He wanted to not have to be mindful. He wanted Leo to know exactly what was going on because he was there, too.

Logan knotted his fingers into Finn’s t-shirt and needed so badly he could taste it.

Finn hissed a breath in through his teeth and wrapped an arm around Logan’s shoulders, directing him towards the house. He pressed a kiss to his temple.

“You make me crazy,” Finn said in a low voice.

Logan grinned and locked his arms around Finn’s waist to squeeze.

They ate by the pool, then decided to spend the heat of the day in the weights room and save the rest of their court training for the evening when it had cooled down. Leo was gorgeous shadows and lines in the relief of the bright lights.

Their game would have gone far too long if Finn hadn’t called it. It would have turned into something that tired both of them out rather than helped them. Logan tried to think past all of this and into the future where Leo would be his opponent once again. They were a bit famous for it now, their maddeningly even match ups. Their hours and hours of tennis. Even the crowds get tired, commentators liked to say. Imagine how those two feel!

Except Logan didn’t get tired. Not really. Physically, sure, but in his heart of hearts, he got more riled, more competitive, with every point. The longer it lasted the more he wanted to win. The more glances he stole at Leo, the higher his adrenaline peaked.

Logan rolled his shoulders as he finished up in the master bathroom. He felt good. Pleasantly sore in his shoulders and thighs. Cool in the light AC coming in from the bedroom. He flicked the light off and found Finn with his reading light on and his glasses slid a little down his nose so he could read lying down.

Logan tugged off his t-shirt and threw back his side of the covers. Finn made a pleased sound. He took off his glasses and set his book down.

“Hi,” Finn said as he flicked his light off. “Hi, yay, hi.”

No sooner had Logan leaned back into the pillows than was Finn rolling over and throwing his arm over Logan’s chest. He pushed his nose into Logan’s neck and Logan felt everything in him release. Finn’s quick bursts of kisses to his jaw, his hand running up and down Logan’s abs and chest.

“Hi,” Logan tucked his fingers into Finn’s hair. He reached out to tap Finn’s hip until Finn hooked his leg over his hips, too.

They were quiet for a moment. Just breathing. Logan looked down as Finn’s closed his eyes. He could feel him thinking, about to start the spill of all of his thoughts. He traced light fingertips over the scar on his knee. It was as familiar to him as anything now. White with age and raised under Logan’s touch.

“I don’t know why,” Finn mumbled. “But that always feels really nice.”

“I know,” Logan said.

Finn’s laugh felt rumbly against his chest and Logan squeezed him tighter.

“You know this is my favorite part of every day,” Logan whispered. “Right?”

Finn picked his head up to look at him. “This is?”

Logan brushed a thumb over the indent his glasses left on his nose sometimes. “Yeah.”

“I didn’t know that.” Finn pushed himself up on an elbow, eyes delighted. He leaned forward for a soft kiss, nudging their noses together.

“I love your nose,” Logan whispered. Freckles. Pointed. Glasses-imprinted. “Regarde moi.”

“I am looking at you.”

“Ah,” Logan said. “I knew you understand me more than you say.”

Finn just leaned forward and bit gently at Logan’s jaw. “I am always looking at you.”

“This is my favorite thing in the world,” Logan said. “This. And—we want Leo.”

“Mhm,” Finn grinned into another kiss. “When did we get so greedy?”

Logan laughed but put a hand to his face to keep him where he could see him. “Finn.”

“I’m listening,” Finn said. “I’m getting hard, but I’m also listening.”

Logan pressed a hand over Finn’s mouth and Finn kissed his palm, bit at his pointer finger. Finn’s brown eyes looked at him over his own tan knuckles, scraped up from a brush with the hard court.

“Wanting Leo isn’t because you’re not enough for me,” Logan said. Finn blinked in surprise, lips parting. “You’re everything to me.”

“Oh,” Finn said softly. He pushed further up on his elbow. “Baby…I know that.”

“I know you probably would,” Logan said. “But I wanted to tell you anyway.”

“You too,” Finn said. “You know that. When I first met you, I would have never thought I’d get to…” He looked down at their bodies, intertwined.

Logan nodded. “Ouais. But…you tell me these sorts of things all the time. I just…” He shrugged, smiling a little. “This is the best part of my day.” He closed his eyes when Finn pushed their foreheads together. “Love you.”

“Love you,” Finn whispered, and his kisses turned to waterfalls down Logan’s cheeks and neck. “Love you, love you…”

Logan closed his eyes and basked in it.

“Do you think,” Finn whispered. “This could be Leo’s favorite, too? Some day. Soon.”

“What, hearing you talk and talk and talk…”

“Duh.”

Logan smiled up at the dark ceiling and thought of Leo, just in the other room. “Yeah. I think it could be.”

“Out!”

“Non!” Logan pointed his racket at Finn. “That wasn’t fucking out.”

Finn pointed his water bottle back at him. “You gonna lose it at me? Cause if you’re gonna lose it at me, you’re going to have to give me twenty thousand dollars.”

Leo laughed from the other side of the net, his hands up in victory. He had won the mini-game they usually ended practice with. It was about 50/50 between them. Infuriatingly so.

Logan squinted at the betraying line, furious that they weren’t on the clay court and he couldn’t see the ball’s mark as proof he was right. At least, he was pretty sure he was right.

“Does this mean dinner time?” Leo asked. Logan looked over and watched him give his racket a quick spin against his palm. “Cause I love winning and all, but mostly I’m fucking starving.”

Logan just tossed his racket towards Finn, who caught it deftly with a grin.

“Yeah, Le, it’s dinner time,” Finn said. “Where should we take him, Lo?”

“Actually,” Leo spoke up before Logan could reply. He straddled his way over the net with ease. Logan and Finn glanced at each other. Those long legs.

“There’s something I want to make you.” Leo reached behind his head and undid the white cotton band keeping the sweat from his eyes. “Something new. I got the fish from that cute market this morning. Thought we could be outside with the grill, since it’s a nice night.” He raised his brows at Finn. “It’d go nice with margaritas.”

“Well, damn,” Finn said. “You take home to a five-star hotel.”

Leo reached out and flicked the brim of his baseball cap up. “Thanks, Red.”

Logan had to go pick up all their spare balls then, just to hide the look on his face. Not that he really wanted to hide the look on his face. Red. Did Leo know Logan called—of course he did.

“Wow, look at that,” Finn said from the sidelines. “Superstars doing the dirty work.”

Logan looked to see Leo cleaning up his side of the court and laughed. “We’ve been doing your dirty work all afternoon, Rouge.”

Finn narrowed his eyes at him, knowing exactly what he was doing. He waved Logan off with a hand, grinning, and began the trek back up to the house.

Leo met him at the benches near the net. With his own bottle empty, Leo grabbed Logan’s for a long pull. Logan put his back against the chain fence and waited his turn. The neck of Leo’s t-shirt was a damp gray from his sweat.

“Good game,” Logan said, watching a bead join in darkening the color.

Leo held out the bottle for him. “It’s getting easier for you to say that to me.”

“Shut up.”

Leo grinned, hooking his fingers in the chain fence so he could lean over Logan. “When we first met, you couldn’t even tell me your name.”

“You knew my name.” Logan looked up at him, back against the bumpy metal. “You threw food at me.”

Leo gave the fence a playful shake, jostling Logan, then pulled back, bashful. “I got nervous.”

“Ouais, I know.”

Leo just laughed as he turned away. He shouldered both his own and Logan’s bags, and they followed Finn.

Leo fit. Seamlessly. Logan hoped he knew just how seamlessly. Logan looked forward to things he never had before. He looked forward to grocery shopping if Leo was there. He looked forward to runs because there was Leo beside him now with his stupidly long legs and telling him to keep up.

He didn’t like to think about what existed outside of their bubble. He didn’t like it when Leo retreated somewhere to take a phone call from his team.

Just then, it was outside to pace the pool with an AirPod in his ear. Finn was sitting on the sofa with a book and Logan walked around him, tracking Leo’s movements out the window. He did little jumps every once in a while like he was waiting for a serve. He mimed backhands.

“He looks upset.”

Finn turned a page. “You know windows work both ways, right?”

Leo wasn’t looking at him though. He was staring into the dark blue pool water, eyes vacant. He nodded once in a while, argued some, nodded again.

“Finn, what are they saying that makes him look like that?” Logan mumbled.

“That’s not how windows work,” Finn said, and Logan hit him lightly on the back of the head. “Lo, they’re probably talking strategy, business, whatever, it’s not exactly fun. Lucky you, I know you so well I can think like you. Leo’s team might do stuff he’s not exactly happy with.”

“His coach never smiles. Never celebrates.”

“I know.”

“I don’t like it when they tell him what to eat when we take him out to dinner.”

Finn sighed and closed his book. “I know, baby.” He reached out for Logan’s hand, guiding him to sit on the edge of the sofa beside him. “He’s happy here, though.”

Logan jumped, eyes wide. He put both hands on Finn’s chest. “You should take him.”

Finn raised his eyebrows. “Right. ‘Hi Leo, we would like you to be our boyfriend, also may I work for you?’”

“It worked for us.”

“Yeah…We were naked and in love already, were we not?”

“So?”

Finn laughed, bringing Logan’s knuckles to his mouth. “Little bit different, but whatever you want.”

“I—” Logan looked up when the patio door slid open.

Leo stepped through, snapping his AirPod case closed. He looked far more tight-shouldered than he’d been before.

“Hey,” Finn said, tilting his head back to see him. “What’s up?”

Leo sighed and came to sit on the back of the sofa. “Nothing really. Oh, is it okay that I’m sitting on this, sorry—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, of course.” Finn took his reading glasses off. “Everything okay?”

Leo thought for a moment, wavering his head back and forth. “They think I’ve been here for too long.” He’d looked at Logan. “Think I’m giving up all my advantages on you.”

Logan knew he’d worried about that, but it just felt plain stupid now.

“I’m not going to suddenly be able to read your mind,” Logan said. “Every shot is different.”

“That’s basically what I said.” Leo rubbed his hands over his face. “And then they were just kind of like, why are you still there anyway, like—haven’t you overstayed your—”

“No,” Finn said firmly. He reached up and put a hand on Leo’s knee. “No, you haven’t. You know you haven’t.”

“I know, but they don’t. They don’t know you two, and they don’t think we’re training as hard as we are.” Leo looked down at Finn. “My Coach really doesn’t like that I’m—” Leo rolled his eyes, “under your thumb.”

“Oh for the love of—no.” Finn tossed his book onto the coffee table. “That’s not true, but Le, I also don’t want to make things bad for you. What can I do to help?”

“Ouais, me too,” Logan said. “I don’t like that he doesn’t trust you.” Because that’s what it was. Leo’s team seemed to think of him as a machine rather than a player. “It’s also—not like you’ve been here for months and months.”

Logan wouldn’t mind though, if he stayed that long. Or forever.

“If I called him?” Finn asked. “We could just sort out that I haven’t changed your training plan at all.”

Leo flashed him a small smile. “Yes, you have.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. How do you feel about how we’ve been training? That’s all that matters.”

Finn asked them these questions every day, but didn’t seem inclined to stop. Logan loved it. How’s that? That feel okay? Got one more rep in you?

Leo always looked so taken aback by Finn asking him what he wanted. Sure, Finn told them to sprint, to run a drill again, pushing them harder and farther, but there was the flip side of jogging over to them with water, breaks to jump in the pool, or how’s that ankle that was bothering you doing today?

“Finn…” Leo said now. He looked out the window, shaking his head in disbelief. “I’ve never felt better.”

“Good,” Finn said. “Well, that’s something your team should know.”

“If I tell them that, it will just piss them off.”

“It’s not about them,” Finn said. “Seriously, I’ll take that bullet for you. They can’t touch me. Want me to speak with them?”

“He’s really good at talking to people,” Logan added. “I’m horrible at it.”

Leo laughed. He had a hand pressed to one of his cheeks, blue eyes bright and glancing between them. “He can get pretty mean.”

“What’s the worst he can do? Hang up on me?” Finn shrugged. “Good for him.”

“Really?” Leo asked softly. “I…” He nodded, short and sweet. “Okay. Thank you. Seriously, thank you.”

Finn clapped his hands together and send Leo a smile. “I’ll go before dinner. Be right back. I have some other stuff to check on anyway.” He swung his legs down to the ground around Logan and kissed him on the cheek. As he walked around the back of the couch, he took a surprised Leo’s face in his hands and pressed a kiss to his cheek, too.

“Oh,” Leo said, laughing.

Finn grinned. “See you in a bit.”

Behind Leo’s back, Finn sent Logan a wink.

Leo let himself fall down onto the couch while Logan settled himself into the warm spot where Finn had been.

“You found yourself a good one,” Leo said after a moment. “A really good one.”

“Ouais. I try to deserve him.”

Leo kicked at Logan’s shin in a way that was probably meant to be protesting but only tangled their legs together. “You do deserve him. You’re a good one, too.”

“So are you,” Logan said. A small, sharp hit of fear bloomed right in his chest. “Leo?”

Leo tilted his head. “Logan.”

“You’re not seeing anyone. Right?”

The question seemed to take Leo by surprise. He straightened up a bit. “Am I—no. No, I’m not. Why?”

Logan could feel his face getting hot. He looked down at where he and Leo’s socked toes were touching. That shouldn’t make his heart pound as hard as it did. “Just—If there was someone missing you, I would be—um. Sad.” Logan shifted, then realized Leo could probably feel it every time he moved and tried to hold still, wrapping his arms around his knees.

Leo stared at him. Slowly, his mouth pulled into a bashful smile. “Well…No one misses me. But sounds like maybe you…would?”

“We would.”

“Is that why you keep wiggling your toes at me?”

Logan’s laugh took him by surprise and he squeezed his eyes shut, head falling against the couch. When he looked again, Leo was smiling at him. He wiggled his socks and Logan did it right back.

While Finn disappeared to the office, they started on dinner. Finn would probably make a few dinner reservations for when they were in New York, too—Logan hoped for three people. They’d see Finn’s family and hopefully Logan would take his matches all the way and…maybe come back to the hotel at night with Finn and Leo both waiting for him? Or, if he was knocked out, he’d get to sit in the stands with Finn’s hand on his thigh and watch Leo take it all the way home.

“What are you thinking about so hard over there?”

Logan looked up from where he was supposed to be shucking corn for Leo. He had a paper grocery bag between his knees and some corn silk sticking to his calves. He pulled off another smooth green husk.

“Nothing,” Logan said. “Just always feels like a lot, thinking about traveling.”

Leo was wearing one of those blue shirts that matched his eyes perfectly and cutting up some fruit. “All we do is travel.”

“Je sais, but I like being home. I always did, mostly so I didn’t have to talk to anyone anymore or answer fucking questions about why I’m so angry all the time and why I don’t have a coach and why, why, why…”

“Amen,” Leo said, and Logan flicked a smile up at him.

“But it’s different now with Finn with me. He’s…” Logan pulled another husk. “All I did was play tennis and think about tennis. Now I think about…”

“What do you think about?”

Logan laughed, shaking his head. “ That it’s nice being at home. With someone. This has been nice. Right?”

“Lo.” Leo raised his eyebrows and went to take a bowl down from the cupboard. He seemed to know exactly where every little thing in this house was, as deftly as if it were his own. “You know it’s been nice. Really nice.”

Logan looked down, pleased. He messed with a healing blister on his finger from his racket, pressing his nail against the forming callus. Finn would smack his hand away if he saw him doing that—Leo just threw a blueberry at him.

It’s been perfect because you’re here. Logan drew in a slow breath. Maybe he shouldn’t do this without Finn here, but he’d die if Leo didn’t know. I would miss you so badly if you left—

Leo held the bowl out to him, now filled with various fruits. “Here.”

Logan paused, blinking. “What?”

“That’s to hold you over so you don’t steal all my chopping while I start on dinner.”

Logan just stared at it. Leo’s beautiful, tanned fingers. The perfect cubes of mango and watermelon. Bananas. Wedges of orange. There were even mint leaves sprinkled in from the garden.

“Hello?” Leo laughed, giving the bowl a small shake. “Here.”

Logan took the fruit bowl, but he set it down and slid off his counter stool. Leo watched him, confused, as he rounded the kitchen island. Logan pushed up as high as he could on his socked feet, took Leo’s shoulders in his hands to pull him down, and kissed him.

It felt a bit like Finn’s first kiss. A kitchen, not a locker room. Logan hadn’t been simmering with frustration only moments before, but his blood still cooled into an easy river. He’d surprised Leo, he could tell that much from the way he was holding his breath. The way, when Logan broke the kiss just enough to look up at him, his blue eyes were wide. The way Leo let his breath out in a rush and put his hands on Logan’s waist—two warm centers of gravity.

He pulled Logan flush against him in one motion. When Logan sucked in a breath, Leo angled his jaw and turned the kiss warm and needy. Logan knew his head was tilting back, pliant for it, but he couldn’t help it. It felt good. Better than good. Leo’s hands felt massive, and he smelled like the hot sun and rubber of the court.

“Wow,” Leo whispered in between one kiss and another. “After everything, this is what gets me a Logan kiss? Fruit bowl.” Another kiss, ducking down so far that Logan should be embarrassed, but he wasn’t. On the court, maybe he clocked other people’s height as a disadvantage for him. Here, it was just plain nice. Preferred. “Fucking fruit bowl beats everything.”

“Everything?” Logan breathed.

Leo smiled. “Don’t worry about it.”

Logan ended up perched on the counter with his ankles locked around Leo’s waist. It had probably been a couple minutes, but Logan swore the sun had lowered some in the sky. His lips felt kissed raw and he wanted more. He wanted to wake up with that nice redness on his jaw like he got from Finn’s scruff. Eventually Leo’s mouth began working just below his chin and Logan had to make a sound, broken low in his throat as it was as he blinked at the warm, dimming kitchen in a daze—and met familiar, toasty brown eyes.

How long Finn had been standing there, Logan didn’t know. He was leaning against the kitchen doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. His cheeks and ears were pink and his lips looked shiny from being bitten.

As Finn rubbed a thumb against his bottom lip, he looked back at Logan, even when Logan ducked to get at Leo’s neck. He scraped his teeth there, gently, softening it further with a kiss just the way Finn liked. Leo moaned softly and Finn rested his temple against the doorframe like it was too much. Logan never wanted him to look away. He wanted to press himself into Leo’s hips, kiss his salty skin, and keep Finn looking at him like that.

“I know you’re there,” Leo managed to say just before Logan kissed him again. His words turned Logan’s kiss harder, desperate. It felt like he was going to burst with how much he wanted this. How long had he wanted this, even without entirely realizing?

How long had Leo wanted this?

Finn?

“I know you know,” Finn said. His voice was unwavering. Logan didn’t know how he did it, but it sent Logan’s heart kicking, as did Leo’s soft laugh. For the first time in what felt like hours, Leo pulled back and looked down at Logan. Logan reached up, pushing his fingers through his blond hair. He wanted him back that close again, but paused. The sight of him. He looked like he did after a match that went his way. Adrenaline and sun and happiness.

“Sunburned,” Logan said.

Leo shook his head, smiling. “All you.” He turned towards Finn, and Logan rested his head on his shoulder to look, too. Finn looked like he was breathing fast. Logan could see him worrying the inside of his cheek. His brown eyes were dark, mostly pupil, and Logan felt hooked just like he always did when he discovered what got Finn. He likes this, he thought. He really likes this.

“Finn…” Leo swallowed. “Tell me I read all the signs right.”

“The signs?” Finn repeated. He walked forward towards them in strong strides. His fingers pushed gently through Logan’s dark hair, tilting his head back. “There’s your sign. Look at Lo.”

“I’ve been looking,” Leo replied. “Now, I’m looking at you.”

Finn laughed and ran a hand over his face. “What the fuck happened? I left you two alone for not even an hour.”

“Fruit bowl,” Logan said, not that that would explain anything to Finn. Honestly, he felt a little tipsy off of Leo’s kisses alone.

Contrarily, Finn’s lips parted in understanding. “I see.”

Logan scoffed. “See what?”

Finn’s hand was still in Logan’s hair, now at the base of his neck, where he squeezed with a smile. “You’re a pretty intense person to try and understand, but once one can crack your code…” His eyes slid to Leo. “Nice one.”

“I actually wasn’t even trying right then.”

“Trying?” Logan asked. “What do you mean you trying?” He gestured to Finn. “We’ve been trying.”

Finn and Leo exchanged another look in front of Logan. It was the easiest, most exasperated pair of smiles Logan had ever seen. Logan looked between them, trying to figure out what they were beginning to laugh about. Even without knowing, it began to bring a smile to his face.

“Quoi?” he asked, but they didn’t look away from each other. “Hey, what?”

Finn didn’t give him much more room to wonder. His left hand tightened in Logan’s hair, effectively stealing his breath, while his right slid behind Leo’s neck and pulled him in, still laughing. He fit their mouths together like he’d done it a thousand times.

Logan wasn’t sure he was really breathing, watching that. Watching the way Finn kissed. He knew how it felt, he knew how good it was, but seeing it was something else. Seeing it and not being jealous was something else.

He reached out and put his fingertips against Finn’s cheek, his jaw, feeling him kiss Leo, then let his hand fall to press over Leo’s chest. Finn’s palm pressed harder into his neck, and Leo’s hand found his hip again and yanked him right up against him, just as Logan had been, as they kissed. Logan tightened his legs around Leo and pushed his mouth against the cotton of his t-shirt while he watched.

Leo laughed a short, disbelieving breath, his lips parting as Finn’s became more insistent. Leo’s hand pressed into Logan’s thigh, supporting himself, but Logan wasn’t sure he knew just how high up his palm was as his fingers bunched up his shorts.

“Have you two kissed?” Logan heard himself say, because there was no way this could be the first. Had he and Leo looked that good, just now?

Finn took his time answering, Leo chasing his mouth—oh, did Logan ever know that feeling.

“We have now,” Finn finally said.

Leo pressed his hand over his eyes. “What the fuck.”

Finn nodded. “Yeah, yeah, it took us—”

“It took you long enough!” Leo burst out. “What the fuck, we’ve been flirting our fucking asses off for weeks. For a year. I thought I was just being stupid for a while, but not many married couples flirt back, you know.”

“We’re not married,” Logan said.

Leo huffed. “Well—not technically, maybe.”

Finn dropped Logan another wink, like he had in the living room.

“We flirt back,” Logan said. “But we’re—us. We weren’t sure you’d want…”

“Oh, weren’t we though?” Finn said. “Weren’t we pretty fucking sure?”

“Recently. But before, I didn’t think…”

“Go ahead,” Finn said, at the same time as Leo said softly, “What, Lo?”

Logan looked between them.

“I didn’t think it was allowed.” He reached for Finn’s hand on his neck and took it in his own. Married couple. He touched his ring finger. “I have so much already. I didn’t think I was allowed to want more, that’s…Is—Is…”

“Is this something you can have,” Leo said for him. “Or is it just something you want?”

Logan looked up at him, surprised. “I…”

“If it means anything, I’ve stayed up so many nights with that particular question. Especially recently. And I come to the same conclusion each time.” He tilted his head briefly to rest his temple against Finn’s. “If it wasn’t okay, why would it feel this much like a life that I could have?” He turned his head to look at Finn, jaw sharp, mouth soft. Finn’s eyes darted to each part and plane of his face and Leo swallowed before continuing. “It doesn’t feel like lust. Doesn’t feel like a crush. Believe me, I’ve had both for you two.”

Finn smiled softly, pushing his chin forward for a barely-there kiss.

“Feels like a life,” Finn whispered.

Leo nodded. He turned back to Logan.

“Does that help?” Leo asked, then he dropped his voice and took Logan’s face in his hands. “Did I get it right?”

Logan wanted to try what Finn had tried. He put his chin up and let Leo kiss him soft as paint strokes.

“I think,” Finn said, leaning into them. “You got it word for fucking word.”

Evening would turn to sunset would turn to dusk, and Logan needed this night to stay as long as it could. Leo let him down from the counter and held him tight against his body for a moment. There was something sharp in the point of Finn’s canines when he smiled at them, and when Leo pulled away to start on dinner, Finn’s hands found Logan’s hips and he pulled him backwards, back flush against Finn’s chest. He kissed Logan’s neck over and over and over.

“Game,” he said between each kiss. “Set,” he said, and Leo began to laugh, getting it. “Match.”

“You think you’re the winners here?” Leo looked them up and down and gestured to himself. “I won.”

“Mm, non,” Logan said. “It’s definitely us.”

Leo pulled back on his smile, turning to the pantry.

“Chop this for me, O’Hara,” Leo said. “I’m still cooking you dinner.”

Finn caught an onion Leo tossed against Logan’s chest.

“You want to…eat?” Logan asked.

Finn laughed. “Why, did you have some plans?”

Logan thought of those kisses. Leo’s hand on his thigh. “Ah…Non.”

With his free hand, Finn pushed two fingers into Logan’s jaw to turn his head for a real kiss.

“You sweetheart,” he whispered.

Logan reached up to flick his cheek. “I feel like I missed a large part of this game.”

“You didn’t miss any of it,” Leo said, pushing the silverware drawer closed with his hip. “You maybe were a little oblivious sometimes.”

Logan spluttered as Finn slapped his ass then stepped away to take a cutting board down and pull a knife from the block. “To what?”

“Mostly a whole lot of Leo-Finn eye contact,” Finn said, and sliced in. “Oh Jesus, I’m gonna cry. Thanks for the worst job.”

“Aw, I’m sorry. Come here.” He kissed him, quick. An every-day kiss. Finn pumped his fist in victory and Leo rolled his eyes.

“Eye contact?” Logan asked.

“Yes, Lo,” Finn said. “Once I was for sure you were on board—oh fuck, here it comes.” He pressed an elbow over his face. “Ow. Ow, ow, ow.”

Logan walked forward and pulled Finn’s arm away. His eyes were all teared up, turning the brown to syrup. “Once I was on board—”

“He basically gave me the green light with those brown eyes of his,” Leo said. “I mean, not so many words were spoken, but actually,” Leo pointed a fork at Finn. “You kissed my neck in the pool one day.”

“Yes…” Finn sniffed, eyes closed. “I lost some willpower for a second, sorry.”

“Well, no, don’t be sorry,” Leo said.

Logan reached up and wiped a tear from Finn’s cheek. The onion was beginning to sting his eyes, too and he squeezed one shut to look at Leo.

Leo laughed. “Oh my God, look at you two. Hopeless. Okay, here, one second.”

He disappeared through the doorway to who knew where.

“I think he knows this house better than me,” Logan said.

Finn blinked down at him, Logan sniffled and tried to look up at him, but eventually Finn laughed, gave up and closed his eyes against the burn. He pressed their foreheads together instead.

“Did that really just happen?” Finn whispered. “I love you. Way to go, Tremblay.”

“It was easier than I thought. I didn’t know he was so—wanted us, too? I was worried he didn’t. Or wouldn’t. Or not as badly as we…”

“Oblivious.”

Logan punched Finn in the arm. “I’m not.”

Finn pulled back and looked down at him. He wiped at Logan’s damp cheek.

“Look at you,” Finn said. “How could he not want you?”

Logan leaned forward onto his toes, palms flat on Finn’s chest. “What was that about me having codes?”

“Grumpy until Finn kisses you.” Leo strode back into the kitchen as he spoke. “Irritable until someone brings you food after a workout. Happiest when someone is touching you somehow—but you’d never admit it��and always, always, worried,” he stopped in front of Logan, “about the people you love.”

“That’s not a code,” Logan said.

“It is when you need to know what you’re looking for,” Leo said.

“Looking for? Looking for when?”

Finn tighten his arms around Logan’s waist. “When you’re hoping to make the legendary, tough-as-nails Logan Tremblay melt in your arms.”

“Been there,” Leo said.

“Done that,” Finn added.

They clasped hands like they did sometimes on the court and Leo held up three objects. “Candles. For the onions.”

“I have candles?” Logan mumbled. He couldn’t imagine where they had come from.

Before he could really blink, Finn had dimmed the lights and there were five candles set up around the kitchen, giving it a soft glow. Onions were sizzling soft and fragrant in a pan along with oil and mushrooms. Logan felt a little dizzy. Finn put his hands on Leo’s hips to step behind him and mimed forehands to him when he handed him objects like a zucchini to chop or a wooden spoon. Logan stayed on his counter stool, making his way through the fruit and leaning back into Leo’s chest when he came over to wrap his arms around him from behind.

They moved out to the patio and pool when it was time for the grill, leaving behind the pleasant, smoky smell of blown-out beeswax in favor of charring vegetables and fish. The sun had turned the world and its pool reflection orange and Finn put a glass of white wine in his hand. Logan’s mind turned slow, watching the way Finn slipped his arm around Leo’s waist. He wouldn’t stop touching Leo, and Logan wasn’t sure how, but it felt like he could feel every slip of Finn’s fingers over Leo’s back and shoulders. At one point, when there was nothing left to do, Leo turned quick and pinned Finn against the stones of the house to kiss him—they were the harder kisses of a late, hot night, and stood stark in the lingering sunlight they were bathed in now. Finn looked over at him while he was catching his breath, Leo having left him with a smile to go plate their dinner.

Wow, Finn mouthed at him, and Logan had to rest his cheek in his hand just to feel how hot it was.

The solar lanterns went on around them as they sky turned to purple and blue. Logan was hungry, a deeper sort of hungry. Their empty plates stacked on the table in front of them and Leo’s mile-to-go tanned legs were stretched out and crossed on the table. Logan maybe looked at them for too long, because when he looked up, Leo was watching him.

“One more code,” Leo said. “Quiet Logan.” Leo raised his eyebrows at Finn for answers.

“Furious or horny,” Finn said. “Occasionally both.”

“I’m not furious,” Logan said, just to be difficult.

Leo let his head rest back against the canvas cushion of the patio couch. “Oh, no?”

“Non.” Logan finished off the last sip of his wine and looked into the glass. “What did the other eye-contacts say?”

Finn’s arm stretched behind Leo along the back of the sofa, and Leo’s eyes flicked up to look at him.

“Lots of silent conversations, you and I,” Finn said. He curved his wrist to tussle with the golden ends of Leo’s hair.

“Hm.” Leo thought. “First it was Finn making eyes at me and me trying to be, like—is this in a gross cheating way or—but he’s Finn and you’re you and he’s obsessed with you so there was no way.” He pointed his glass towards Logan. “I mean, then you started making eyes. But I also kind of thought you just kind of…”

“Stare really hard at everyone he looks at,” Finn finished.

“Exactly.”

“What?” Logan cut in.

“In a cute way!” Leo said hurriedly. “It’s also really hot. I mean, not across the court—across the court it makes me want to strangle you.”

Logan couldn’t help it. He laughed. “I make you want to strangle me? You do the annoying shirt thing before every serve!”

“What annoying shirt thing?” Leo asked.

Finn laughed. “Lo, baby, that’s not so much annoying as it is…frustrating.”

Logan just stood up and picked up the hem of his shirt, pretending to wipe sweat up his face. “As if we need you to flash your stomach every two seconds.”

Leo looked delighted. “Oh, you don’t like that?”

“It’s not needed,” Logan said, crossing his arms and moving to stand in front of Leo. “It’s a distraction. I mean, who are you Sascha Zverev?”

Leo narrowed his eyes, obviously biting back a smile.

Finn had his knees spread, relaxed as he looked up at Logan, too. “Furious and horny.”

Without sitting up, Leo flatted his hand low against his stomach and pushed up the hem of his shirt, revealing a light sprinkling of blond hair and his tanned, toned stomach. “Now that you told me, I guess I’ll have to stop using it on the court. Unfair advantage and all that.”

Finn hummed and reached forward. He hooked a palm behind Logan’s closest thigh and pulled, sending Logan forward and straight into straddling Leo’s lap. Logan caught himself, hands on Leo’s bare skin. It had sent both of their breaths out of them in a rush. Leo was grinning, almost too widely, and panting through a light laugh. His hands curved over Logan’s lower back. Finn leaned back again and took a sip of his wine.

Leo was warm beneath him, and he didn’t seem to mind the weight so Logan let himself relax, sinking off of his heels and fully onto his lap. Leo squeezed his hips in reply.

“This is much better than eye-contact,” Leo said, but the last syllables were quiet and jumpy because Logan had started pushing his palms up his chest, under his shirt. He flipped his palms up and gripped the fabric. Leo didn’t need him to say anything. He sat forward enough for Logan to pull it over his head. The gold chain he wore spilled like water back to his throat, but Logan only had a moment to look before Leo was doing the same to his shirt. Logan shivered at the feeling of Leo’s hands on his bare ribs. Blue, blue eyes met his. Leo’s face held a timid, burning fire. He breathed in, trying to press into his hands, and Leo’s fingers slotted into the spaces in between seamlessly.

Logan looked at Finn. He had set his glass down and had that hand resting low on his stomach, thumbing the band of his shorts. He arched a brow at Logan.

Leo, when Logan found his blue again, was breathing more shallowly now, lips parted. He liked feeling Leo breathe beneath his hands. He liked being able to see where the sun touched his skin.

Logan leaned forward slowly, holding Leo’s gaze, before ducking his head to take that gold chain between his teeth. He pulled gently until Leo’s head tilted back for him, baring his neck, and then pressed his lips there right over a pounding beat.

“Huh,” Leo breathed. “That belonged to my grandfather.”

“D’accord,” Logan said, pressing his lips over the metal, now warm. “What do you want me to do, thank him?”

Leo’s laugh was loud and breathless. Heat spiked through Logan’s entire body when he felt Leo’s hand, large and warm, cup the back of his neck. “God, Logan.”

Logan pulled back to look at him, leaning into his hands. “What’s my code now?” Logan pushed his hips down and watched Leo’s eyes flutter shut then open again. “What am I thinking now?”

Leo just laughed and pulled Logan to him.

Warm. Leo’s mouth was warm and sweet with the wine. Something pushed against Logan’s shoulder and the world went a little lopsided. Logan though it was just Leo’s kiss making his head spin until he felt his back hit the soft cushions of the couch and realized it had been Finn pushing them. He laughed into Leo’s mouth, letting his lips drag down his neck, and opened his eyes to see Finn kneeling beside them.

Finn looked like he had looked in the kitchen, flushed as he leaned forward to kiss Logan quiet again, only dragging his mouth out of Logan’s reach to kiss Leo.

“Your knee,” Logan panted. “Don’t—” He broke off, watching them kiss. “Don’t kneel like that…”

Finn didn’t reply, but Leo made a concerned sound and pulled back.

“O’Hara,” he said sternly.

“Well, then get me off the floor.”

“You pushed,” Logan said.

Finn rolled his eyes and stood up with a groan. Logan hooked an elbow around his legs, keeping him there so he could press kisses to the scar. When he looked up, mouth on his skin still, Finn looked more flushed than before. Logan thought it was him, but then he noticed Leo’s hand, pulling at the strings of Finn’s shorts.

Leo’s teasing smile brought Finn sinking towards them, but Logan wasn’t sure which one of them kissed Leo first.

Time pinned and froze. A note on a door in Finn’s handwriting that Logan might’ve just kept forever. One of Finn’s steamed-up hearts traced through windows at him. Logan wanted to sign his name on the scene in front of him. He wanted to magnet it on a fridge, wanted Finn to seal it on that bulletin board he kept in the office with all of their plans. He wanted to fold it up and keep it in his wallet. He wanted a video, a grainy one that would smudge Leo’s blue eyes as he looked up at Finn with his fingers digging into his pale hips.

It was finally dark outside, and Logan wanted to relive the way the three of them had stumbled through the house a thousand times. Finn pushing Leo against a doorframe, Leo stopping Logan with his arms wrapped tight around his waist to kiss him until Logan felt he’d have to ease them down to the floor right there. Finn’s heaving chest in the light coming in through the moon with Leo gasping beneath him was a movie in itself. Logan didn’t know what to do with himself half the time. He ran his fingers over every inch of skin exposed. Kissed the sounds out of Leo’s mouth, watched Finn’s face in a way he’d never gotten to before. He was gorgeous like this, shoulders braced with his hands sinking into their bed, red hair sticking to his temples. Sitting up and back in a way that made Leo’s back arch and let Finn pull Logan under one arm. It wasn’t a kiss he got from Finn exactly, more like he was using Logan to try and catch his breath, to steady himself.

Logan let his eyes slip closed and turned blindly for Finn’s mouth. He felt Leo’s hand on him and reached down to hold his wrist, just to feel the way it moved. Quick and sure with his strokes as he was on the court. When he stretched out along Leo’s side, he could feel the snap of Finn’s hips in the way Leo’s body shivered. They had been giddy earlier, laughing and tumbling, but at one point Logan had been pinned so tight between their bodies that the laughter broke in his throat and some sort of fever had lit inside him. He needed closer and again. He needed them kissing each other over his shoulder and feeling like he’d been drenched over his head in something this sweet smelling.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He swung his leg over Leo’s hips and was up, balanced on Leo’s chest. His world was Leo’s voice, oh, Lo, yes, yes, and Finn’s chest to lean back on once the two of them sent Logan sinking again, plunged him into his own personal, warm, weightless, sea.

Next he knew, their breathing sounded as rhythmic as the AC, and Logan was on his side, but he was sure, somehow, that his head was at the wrong end of the bed. He was warm, though, perfectly so, like someone had thrown the comforter over him. He opened his eyes and found Finn beside him, on his back. He was panting hard, chest rising and falling quickly, and Logan tried to piece out exactly what had made him like that. He meant to lay his palm on Finn’s heart, just to feel, but his muscles didn’t quite obey and he ended up slapping it there, making Finn jump.

“Jesus fuck,” Finn said. His breathing paused as he swallowed around a dry throat, then took up again. His hand covered Logan’s. “Hi. Hi, baby.”

“Leo?”

“Ya,” Leo’s voice came, somewhere from the head of the bed so Logan had to raise his head. He was in a mess of pillows, bare and breathing as hard as Finn was. Logan frowned at him. He felt as calm and serene as morning waters.

“You might have missed some action at the end there,” Finn read his mind. “But you looked so peaceful and…and I just needed…” Finn looked down the bed at Leo and laughed. “Well, that one more time. Jesus, Knut.”

Leo grinned and let his head fall back into the pillows.

Logan pushed himself up onto his forearms and tried to shake some of the fog from his head. He hadn’t been asleep exactly. Just…everything had felt good. The sheets. Their hands. Their sounds. He remembered, now that he was thinking about it, feeling safe with their warm voices right there, their hands on him even as they were drawn together. Finn’s gentle words, separated by kisses Logan hadn’t quite been able to open his eyes to look at. You know you read the signs right. You know you did. We’ve wanted you. You should have seen Lo the first time we really talked about it, I thought he was ready to go and find you right then. The way he lights up whenever you call. The way he quiets on the court when he plays you, you push him so well. I’ve wanted you. I thought I had it all until I watched you walk right up at that ball and ask to dance. Oh my God, you’re brave, you’re brave, of course we want you.

Already, Logan knew when one of them was missing. He could feel it when he woke up sometime later. He heard the bathroom door squeak slightly and opened his eyes. Finn was asleep, rolled onto his other side with the sheets slung low across his hips. Leo had pulled boxers on and was crossing back from the bathroom. Leo saw he was awake and jogged over to him quicker, making Logan laugh and check to make sure he hadn’t woken Finn. When he turned back, Leo was sliding back under the sheets and Logan shuffled over to press close to him. Sharing a pillow like he’d done a thousand times with Finn.

“Your blue eyes look different in the dark.”

“Hm,” Leo whispered back. “Different how?”

“I don’t know, I like it, though.” He ran a hand up and down Leo’s bare side. It was cool, no lingering warmth from the bed. “You’ve been up?”

Leo sighed and shrugged like he was resigned to it. Logan inched closer. This was new.

“I know all about your routines and your days,” Logan whispered. “But I don’t know about your nights.”

“Guilty insomniac here,” Leo whispered, then smiled. “Sure you still want me?”

“Shh,” Logan soothed. “Of course I do.” Leo humphed and pushed his cheek into the pillow, but his eyes did flutter closed as soon as Logan began rubbing his back. “Of course we do…”

“I was mostly joking,” Leo whispered. “I just—I don’t know, something keeps me up.”

“You’re worried about something?”

“No, no,” Leo said. “I mean, sometimes that’s it. Mostly, it’s just—there. I’m just awake.”

“What can I do?” Logan asked. He traced a thumb over Leo’s full bottom lip. “I’ll do anything.”

That soft mouth smiled right into Logan’s touch. “I know you would, sweetheart.”

“Pst, pst, pst, pstpstpstpstssst,” Finn grumbled suddenly, then rolled over to press against Logan’s back, throwing an arm over him to reach Leo. “I’m getting you up for a run at six, go to sleep.”

Leo gasped even before Logan could. “You are not.”

“Now it’s five for talking back.”

“It’s three in the morning right now. We’ve been asleep for two hours.”

“Maybe we should just get up now then,” Finn said, and Logan could feel that teasing grin.

Logan elbowed Finn gently in the ribs. “Go away, no cuddling for you.”

Finn just tossed a leg over them, and Logan watched Leo’s eyes brighten as Finn peppered a dozen hard kisses over Logan’s neck and shoulder.

“Oh, baby, you don’t know how to send me away, nu-uh,” Finn whispered. Logan felt a weak little tug of arousal in his gut, not enough to be urgent, but, God, Finn. Finn would always do Finn things to him. Then, just as suddenly as he’d woken, Finn was leveraging himself over both of them and locking Leo between their bodies. “But my Leo’s not being sleepless, not on my watch.”

“Hm,” Leo said softly, eyes slipping closed. He let Finn tuck his knees up behind his own, let Logan stretch his arm out under his head to act as a pillow instead. “Well…If there was ever a place I could sleep…”

“It’s right here,” Finn whispered, lips against Leo’s shoulder. His brown eyes flit to Logan. “It’s right here.”

“Can I have some of those peppers?”

“What…” Logan and Finn looked at each other. “What peppers?”

“Those,” Leo said softly.

“Peppers,” Finn repeated to himself, then laughed. “Oh, peppers.”

He started slow, placing gentle kisses to Leo’s neck, then got faster as he reached his jaw and cheek.

“Peppers,” Logan mumbled, watching Leo’s pleased smile.

Logan settled a kiss on the corner of Leo’s mouth and blinked in the blinding, rolling urge to tell Leo that he loved him. Now, before their breathing all evened out and he’d have to wait. But Leo was falling into a lull again and Logan didn’t want to ruin that. On Leo’s hip, Finn’s fingers found his and locked tight. Finn squeezed once, twice, brown eyes so dark and deep in the night. Logan squeezed back, hard, finally understanding.

#on the line lumosinlove #o'knutzy #finnlo #lelo #sunfish #tennis au #o'knutzy week 2024

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pumpkinbxtch · 8 months ago

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ok so like I just requested so please take your time on this next one, I’m over here asking again alr because you’re response was so nice to my last one it made me feel ok asking again 😭❤️❤️❤️ I’ll be a little more specific with this one <3

Apollo x Fem!Reader, where the reader is a mortal who keeps reincarnating every hundred or so years and Apollo falls in love every single time 🤭 and once again it’s been a 100 or so years, and suddenly he meets her again!!! this can be god!apollo or Lester!apollo bcs honestly there’s so many possibilities with both so I’ll leave that up to you :3

Again take your time with this one and feel free not to even accept it right away!!! Thank you for the last one again and pls have a great day!! YOURE THE BEST ❤️❤️

• ° . ☆ “Free coupons, take one and cry all afternoon”

— apollo x mortal!reader

part ii

Summary: Apollo has literally loved you for years and years and lifetimes. Now that you return to him, that time his crossroads will not be long, but at least he was able to see you and fall in love with you once again. warnings: bad words, yea umm. Haha a/n: I'm so happy you liked what I wrote. It's really very important to me. AND SORRY if I'm late, it's just inspiration. The gods refused to give it to me, but it is here. Kisses.- From the other side of the milky way, María.

The first time, Apollo saw you and without hesitation passed his heart towards you. Oh gods, he had the best weeks of his life, but then he had to let you go. You were a mortal, he couldn't be with you for long without exposing you to danger.

And since he loved you so much, he decided to give up, he forced himself to see more for you than for his need to be with you.

He had already calculated it, it was about 100 years or so to see you again, but throughout those, he changed completely, he had to face a great battle against his father's ego and that of himself. He almost forgot how old and ageless he was, when you spend more than six months fighting for your life, that's how it is. Until that day when he accompanied his now friends to an amusement park, the same ones as always; Will, Nico, Rachel, Meg, and the seven. Ten young adults, one teenager and ONE “apparent” young adult. They were having a great time, actually.

The roller coasters, the ice cream, the sun (him), the kiddie rides that Meg insisted on riding. But Apollo had gotten tired, can a god get tired? Well, he's trying to keep up with so many demigods with ADHD at a fun fair.

He took a seat on one of those wooden benches with faded rainbow paint. The others looked for him and gathered around.

— Apollo! I want to go to the water attraction — Percy said, holding Annabeth's hand, who was apparently analyzing the map of the place.

— Yes, and then we go to the flying chairs — said Jason, his practically brother. A smile that he had never seen adorned his face, next to him, Leo hung from the blonde's neck.

—Yes, come on, sunny.

—Don't be lazy, I want to go to the carousel.— Meg said, squeezing the dolphin plushie that he had won for her in the shooting game.

Frank handed him his ice cream, and Hazel looked at him for any injuries.

Will and Nico seemed to have moved on, they were very lovey-dovey lately.

—Thank you, Frank. I'm fine —

— If you don't like sharing, I can go get one for you.

Apollo smiled and brushed his brown hair out of his face.

—I'm fine, man. Don't worry.

But he knew that wasn't the case, he felt something in his stomach that wouldn't leave him alone.

Piper and Rachel looked at each other, both seeming to read each other's minds as they discussed something.

—How about we walk Meg to the carousel and come back for you? It sounds fun, a bunch of us riding metal animals going up and down — Piper said, taking Meg's hand. Rachel nodded and smiled at Apollo.

— Yes, I think it will be enough for you to rest.

No one had any objections, but Apollo had sensed a certain charm in the words of Aphrodite's daughter. Was he missing something?

Everyone advanced and Rachel was the last to set off, she looked at the god knowingly.

— Good luck.

Apollo did not know what those words meant, and he waved goodbye. A remorse for not accompanying them invaded him, but he stayed sitting on the bench. He ruffled his curls anxiously and leaned on his thighs, taking in the great view of the concrete with a cooler of ants carrying breadcrumbs. Then, he felt a hit on the head and an apology.

— Sorry! Are you ok?

He looked up and oh, fuck. It was you? He could feel his heart crushing and feeling on fire. Apollo stood up from the bench.

— I-I'm fine, don't worry.

The last time he had seen you, your eyes were the color of olive, now they were brown, but the look was the same. You gave him a warm smile and placed your hands on your chest.

— Really? —

He nodded and smiled, too. For you, Apollo's blue eyes became familiar within seconds of seeing them.

— We know each other?

“We've met thousands of times,” he wanted to say, but he couldn't. In other lives, he had told you that he was a god, and you believed him. But the situation in how you had met that day, the hurried manner of your meeting, told him that the meeting with you would not last at all. Even so, seconds or glances were enough for him, he was already in love with you, again.

His heart was immersed in melancholy, and he wanted to hug you.

— Maybe…

You opened your eyes a little and approached him curiously, you smelled like lavender and sunshine, that last one made his stomach flip. You were almost invading his personal space, which made him push his chin back to avoid bumping into your nose.

— I thought that, too. Do you come here often? It's just that I work at one of those food islands. — You told him and stepped back smiling to show him your uniform. You had a cap with the company logo embroidered on it.

— Ahm yes, with… — He thought of Meg and the others. He made a silent apology to Artemis — My sister and my friends.

You widened your smile and dug something into your pants pockets.

Apollo wanted to kiss you.

You hummed and finally took out some papers. Would you give him your number?

You held them out to him.

— Coupons!

Apollo took them gently, your fingers collided with his, and you felt a kind of electricity in your stomach. You let out a nervous laugh.

— Well, see you…— The boy came out of his trance. A name, he wouldn't say Apollo, would he?, but…

—Lester! — You smiled again and waved your hand goodbye.

— See you, Lester.

And you walked away from him, leaving him empty and wanting to take you with him to spend the rest of the afternoon at the fair, to be happy, to be together.

He spread the coupons in the palm of his hand and looked at them. He was able to gain something from his misfortune, at least. Of course, why not? Burgers for everyone.

— Apollo! — Meg's voice made him turn, and he smiled when he saw everyone. It seemed that Will and Nico had found their way back to the others.

Rachel met his gaze, she seemed slightly worried. So at that moment it all became obvious, she knew he would meet you.

Apollo sighed and held up the coupons in his hand.

— are you hungry?

#maría's shared dreams☆｡ﾟ✧#apollo x you #apollo x reader #apollo x y/n #pjo hoo toa #lester papadopoulos #lester papadopoulos x you #lester x you #trials of apollo

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captainofthedauntless · 7 months ago

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Home Is Where The Heart Is

Rise Leonardo x Reader imagine

Info + Warnings: Reader's having a bad time. It's fluff anyway. No gendered language, pronouns, or Y.N used for Reader. Friends-to-lovers type beat, yearning era. Set a few years post movie. Suggestive comments, maybe.

Commentary: This is not proof read.

He loves this.

Not- not whatever your head's doing, with the grim skies and that far away look you get every now and again and the fact that your sleep's shit and- well, not that.

The way you're laying on his floor.

He'd left the room long enough to grab some snack mix- because it's easy, it's quick, you like it, and there's something almost like nutrition there, protein probably- and when he walks back in, you're on your back on the floor, arms draped by your head, one ankle tossed over the other knee as you stare at the ceiling.

He has literal benches against the wall of the old subway car. A bean bag chair. Your favorite chair is in the corner, the one he's all but verbally declared your seat, that he always throws a hoodie in (out of convenience, mind you. That's all. No ulterior motives here, no sir). His entire bed is free- and made, thank you- and yet you're sprawled on his floor as though social norms are nonexistent here.

He really, really likes that idea.

"Comfy?" He asks playfully, moving around you with ease.

You hum a yes, and he glances back at you.

You're tired. He knows that already. But somehow, the bags beneath your eyes look darker from this angle. The weight that's been holding your sunny smile back from its full force is almost visible here.

He gets hit with a wave of want- want to fix it, want to hold you, want to make it better- so hard that he feels it physically, just beneath his plastron, fierce and yearning in his chest.

An irrational part of him thinks you must feel it somehow, because you glance over at him as it happens. "What?"

"Trying to remember the last time I swept," He quips instinctively.

You roll your eyes- the way that means you're amused, the way that he chases like a dog after a ball- and they settle back on the ceiling. "Somehow, I think I'll manage a little dirt."

It's not quite right. It's off center. Off the mark. Your voice- it's just to the right of where it should be. It's missing its shine, the playful way you meet him where he lives and make his quips-and-wordplay house your home too.

Luckily, he's pretty damn mobile.

So he moves. He nudges you with his foot, and you move your arm to lay across your torso and clear a spot for him, and he easily drops down next to you and passes you one of the bottles of water he'd grabbed and sets the snack mix between you.

He lays down next to you in whatever this other house is, and he can feel the cobwebs trying to cling to you.

"Hi," He says softly, staring at the ceiling.

"Hi," You repeat, and it's monosyllabic and neutral and means nothing but he feels like you're making a space for him at your table.

It feels like an invitation, an acceptance, like a "why don't you stay for dinner?".

He thinks he'd stay forever, if it'd help. He's good with a duster. He can help tidy things up, if you let him.

Leo wants to ask why you moved in. What brought you here, to this dreary, haunted-looking old place.

"Wanna watch some Vine greatest hits?" He asks instead.

Not even half an hour later, your breathing has all but convinced him that you're asleep.

He's fighting the urge to check, not wanting to risk waking you up somehow.

Instead, he reaches up and into his little viewing-portal, turning his phone down slightly where it's resting on his bed. (No tired arms, no piecing together a makeshift phone stand, no risk of dropping it on your face. As easy as portals are to maintain these days, it's a no-brainer.)

The screen goes dark as another compilation ends, and instead of hitting "Play" on the suggested video, he finds your face in the reflection.

You look asleep. You look tired, and it aches a little to see.

He can let his eyes linger, now, with yours closed, so he reaches up to turn his screen off.

You're still gorgeous, he thinks with a fond half-hearted frustration. Even exhausted.

When he gets into these dark places, he looks like a wreck.

When you do it, he wants to pull you in by the waist and kiss it better.

Fucking ridiculous.

He finds himself trying to match his breath to yours. Inhale, small pause, exhale, longer pause, inhale, and in that second small pause he realizes this is how he always feels. Like you're synced, like you give him a rhythm to rely on, like you give him something to orbit around when he's knocked out of place.

It's not a new thought, but the analogizing makes something shift in his chest to make room for the sheer size of the feeling.

He loves you. That's not news. You're one of his closest friends- his closest, maybe- and he loves you.

But he's been having the dangerous thought that he might love you, lately.

Might be in love with you.

And when you do things like instinctively look at him right as he glances your way and play off of his jokes like a tennis match and text him pictures of the sunset just because you think it's pretty, he thinks it's more than a might.

But now, something's dragging rainclouds into your sky. And you've found your way to his floor, his space, his company. Again.

He'd barely even had to offer it on the phone earlier, hearing the gray in your voice and tossing the idea of company your way.

You'd barely even had to consider it. You'd just said you'd have to stop by your place, first, and set your stuff down.

You were tired enough to fall asleep, and still came.

You're comfortable enough on his floor, in his space, in his company to fall asleep.

And, if the way he knows in his bones he'd sit here for forever if it means not disturbing you is any indication, he's fallen into something else entirely.

Something that feels like listening to the ocean hit the piers, something that feels like the humming of all of Donnie's security gadgets, something that feels like brushing against his Ninpō. It's familiar, consistent, comforting.

You make a little moaning sound eventually, rolling your shoulders some and inhaling deeply as you rejoin the land of the conscious.

It sends blood straight to his cheeks, and he tries not to think about anywhere else.

"Sorry," you mumble, voice thick and syrupy from sleep.

For half a second, he thinks you're apologizing for the sound, and he's trying to figure out how to tell you to never apologize for that ever, and actually, do way more of it.

Then his brain takes over, shuts his body up, and points out that you probably meant for falling asleep.

"Nah," He says lazily, the picture of chill. You could commit a murder on his floor and he doesn't think he'd care much.

"Didn't mean to fall asleep," You continue, groggy as you dig the heel of your palm into your eye. "How long was I out?"

He has no idea. "An hour, maybe?"

He catches your eye in the reflection on his phone screen, and you tense, and then you soften again.

"You weren't just laying here, were you?" You ask, in that gentle hidden-guilt way of yours, and he kinda wants to shake you by the shoulders until your brain reconnects and realizes that he'd just lay there forever if you'd let him, attention span be damned.

He opts to tease you, instead. "Oh, so when you think the floor is comfy-"

"You have a shell," You point out dryly.

"You think a turtle can't enjoy the floor? Rude."

You grumble something about it being too early for this, and he doesn't even bother to bite back his grin.

"Thanks," You say after a minute, catching his eye again. Your features are soft and vulnerable and open, and he has to fight not to turn to you, to let you stay in the safety of a reflection. "For being here."

"Always," He says immediately, not even considering it. It's instinctive, reactive, true.

It makes you smile, and he thinks- knows- he's a goner.

He gets three proper laughs from you before you leave.

Two actual smiles, too. They're muted, but they're there, and he hopes he can keep his mental snapshots of them for forever. Longer than that.

You're still gray, still muted, still hazy, but you're here. You're bathed in the multi-colored light of his room and comfortable and safe, and he's wondering how he ever thought he might be in love.

And when you finally do leave- late, and only because you have life again tomorrow- he portals you straight to your room.

He catches your hand impulsively on your way out, giving it a quick squeeze, and smiling in what he hopes is a reassuring manner when you look at him.

You give him a small smile back, and it's resilient and strong and it feels like hope.

You're resilient and strong and feel like hope.

He's in love.

"Wanna do this again tomorrow?" He asks, sounding much more casual than he feels.

"I don't want to-" And you cut yourself off just as he feels an eyeroll building in his skull, bracing himself to hear bother you or be a pest or something similarly insane. "...Yeah. I do."

He squeezes your hand again and grins, and he has to swallow back something gooey and too-much. "Just say the word, and your chariot shall await," He says instead, tilting his head towards the portal.

You study him for a second, something calculating and scrutinizing in your eyes. "Thank you," You say softly, like you mean it.

"Always," He repeats softly, like he means it.

You step through the portal, your hand slipping from his, and he gives you a little salute before letting it close.

He glances at his bed.

He lays down on the floor, instead, and makes a mental note to actually sweep.

#leonardo #leonardo x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #aged up characters #idk technically he's also aged down bc of future leo. idc #imagines #*writing #2018

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kadextra · 9 months ago

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I had a realization

To q!Bad, Pomme is still at roommate status, Dapper is his father and Richas is his mom, Sunny is the queen he respects, Tallulah is referring to him only as Mr. Bad, Leo & Ramon haven’t interacted much at all. the majority of eggs are at a distance to some degree, his kids are choosing to do this so they don’t overwhelm him with being a parent

Then there’s Empanada & Pepito. I’d say they are the only two eggs rn he’s forming a parental-figure-uncle relationship with that’s so familiar to pre-reset. like Pepito calling him tio and hugging him during all the times they meet lately 🤏

but it’s especially apparent with Empanada. she’s come to spend time with her uncle every day for long periods of time, and has been constantly calling him uncle. earlier, we got to see what effects that’s been having

He called her sweetie. it’s the first time he’s called an egg that since resetting!!!! of course he did. there is no other egg that’s coming close to “a child I personally need to care for” right now except her- that’s his niece.

I like that q!Bad is being eased into the idea of family relationships thanks to the silly bit with Richas/Dapper & now he’s getting to practice himself by being an uncle. when he eventually finds out he’s a father I think it’ll be an easy adjustment <3

#godbless empanada you’re doing great darling #edit: omg wait #is this the first time he’s /ever/ called empanada sweetie??#I don’t know if I remember another time #that makes it even more of a big deal #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp empanada #qsmp #also this isn’t counting chayanne and chunsik obvs they haven’t met yet #text post

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noopienoopiernoopiest · 1 month ago

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Remus Lupin - #6 - Lost You

Day Six of Fic-O-Ween @noots-fic-fests!

Description: It's time for Jules' first game in Gryffindor. Things don't go as planned.

CW: Injury, Hospitals, minor alcohol reference

“C’mon,” Remus said, tugging at Sirius’s hand. “I don’t wanna miss puck drop.”

Sirius shuffled the popcorn to his other arm and wove their fingers together. “Sweetheart, it’s still 30 minutes before they even start the anthems.”

It wasn’t Jules’ first game. That had happened on the road in Columbus. The Wild had started the year off on a six-game roadie, ending the stand with the Lions. His parents had flown there to watch, but with Remus’s coaching schedule he hadn’t been able to make it, watching, instead, on a bus back from Hershey. It was a miracle he was in Gryffindor on the same day as the Lions. He loved coaching Gryffindor’s AHL team in ways he hadn’t expected, but scheduling was always a hassle.

Jules had been thrilled to get drafted by the Wild.

“If it wasn’t going to be the Lions, I’m glad it was them.”

The Wild had been both of their first teams, first games, first favorite players before the Lions invaded the Lupin household and taken it over. For Jules, before Sirius Black, specifically.

It was funny now to think of 10-year-old Julian, wide eyed and nervous to meet his idol. The same man his 20-year-old-self flicked rolled up straw papers at last night during dinner. Sirius laughed and joined right in. Sirius had always treated Jules like a brother, and now it was difficult to believe they weren’t. Julian had hit a growth spurt his freshman year at Michigan and now he was shoulder to shoulder with Sirius. After years of drills and tape and talk with Sirius, he played like him too.

“You aren’t going to be able to always rely on speed like Remus. You’re not built for it. Let me show you.”

And he had. As soon as Jules had whispered, rather bashfully, at fourteen, that he was dead serious about making it, Sirius was there.

“I just didn’t want him to ever feel pressured,” Sirius had admitted. Remus heard the unspoken ‘like Reggie was’ all the same. But Jules hadn’t been, and he grew up with the steady confidence of someone who knew it could happen with enough work and talent and focus.

Where Remus had been unsure and nervous as a teenager about the cost and burden to his parents, the desperate need to show that it was all going to be worth it, and, eventually, the shame of watching it all crumble, Jules was wide-open, sunny and confident. At first his teammates reacted to who he was in either adoration or distaste but eventually came to know him first—the last name on the back of his jersey or the 12 right beneath it just an afterthought.

“I know. I’m just excited,” Remus admitted.

“No worries, Mon Loup. We won’t miss it, I promise. Now, then. Where do we find one of those giant turkey legs?”

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They found their seats about ten minutes before the game started. This had been an issue of much debate. Sirius had wanted seats in the upper part of the lower bowl behind the visitor’s bench so he could best watch the game and Julian. The Lions wanted him in a box where they could point a camera at him easily and, perhaps they argued practically, that the two of them would pose a distraction…possibly a security risk.

Sirius had wanted to argue. Remus wanted to watch his brother play a game. And in the end, that had won out.

They’d compromised on a discreet set of seats, if there was such a thing, near the box entrances. Close enough to watch the action, easy entrance and exit from the arena, minimal risk of being spotted, and an ironclad promise from Marlene not to show them on the jumbotrons until the end of the game.

The first period had gone by without much fanfare. Jules was the fourth line center, and his line had managed to create a couple good opportunities, but no one had been able to cash in. It didn’t help that Leo had been blocking his shots since he was ten years old.

“It feels weird seeing them out there,” Sirius said. He usually didn’t comment on the game. Not now. Loved it, watched it, had plenty to say about decisions and players and strategy, but he didn’t talk much about how he felt about it.

Remus’s shoulder twinged, possibly in sympathy and maybe guilt. Sirius could still be out there. They both knew that, but Remus couldn’t. The idea of another shoulder surgery, another round of PT, another adjustment to another injury had sounded like hell to him. And when he’d admitted one night, tears soaking through Sirius’s sweatshirt, that he didn’t want it, Sirius had only held him and said, “Okay.”

Remus had gone to bed and the next day, he and Sirius had called an unsurprised Arthur Weasley.

“I’ve been expecting it, Remus,” Arthur said. “It’s a lot to go through again.”

“It’s not just Remus, Coach,” Sirius had said, silver eyes staring now straight into Remus’s. Remus felt his jaw drop. He started sputtering. Sirius had to be joking.

Arthur let loose a sigh. “I’ve been expecting that, too, Sirius.”

It was Sirius’s turn to look shocked.

“What? You think you’re the only clever person in the world, Black?” Arthur chuckled.

Remus reached over and took his hand in his, giving it a squeeze. “Miss it?”

Sirius’s head bobbed back and forth like he was considering it. “Not enough to miss this,” he said, kissing Remus’s cheek.

“Missing more of it these days,” Remus said. His coaching schedule took him all over. Sirius came to basically every home game with the Tigers and would often show up at his games if they were in driving distance, but still there were plenty of nights where that didn’t happen.

“Can you imagine how many more it would be if I was still playing?” Sirius asked, laughing. “The Tigers and the Lions play opposite schedules. Non. We’d never see one another. Besides, I’m enjoying being your trophy husband.”

Remus rolled his eyes and knocked their shoulders together. “Would my trophy husband like another beer? I’m told he doesn’t have to follow a diet plan these days.”

Sirius batted his lashes. “As long as you don’t think it’ll hurt my figure.”

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The second had started, only ten seconds in, with the Lions goal horn. Remus was torn between cheering for James and wincing for Jules.

A few minutes later, Jules had gotten an assist to his winger. The first time the line had scored together, and all sense of divided loyalty flew out the window as he jumped to his feet and cheered as his brother and his teammates dogpiled in the corner.

He’d just settled back in for the rest of the period when it happened.

Jules had the puck on his tape, making his way up the boards at a steady pace when Finn caught up with him. Finn was an expert at this kind of hit, clean but hard enough to jar, the puck suddenly whisked away before you knew what’d happened. It was something Jules was going to have to learn just like the rest of them had.

Finn slammed into him, stick flicking the puck away and down the ice to a waiting James. He expected Finn to skate away, leaving Jules to regroup and tear after them.

But instead, the two of them went down to the ice.

Something was wrong. He wasn’t sure what. The check had been clean. No way Finn was going to wreck Jules. Finn was yelling now, gesturing for someone, anyone, to help him, and soon enough it became obvious why.

He tipped Julian on his side, reaching in his mouth to tear out the mouthguard. He’d never used it like a chew toy. “What? I wanna keep all my teeth, Re.”

And, then there was vomit on the ice.

Fuck. No, no. Nothing had hit his head. He’d seen. Finn had caught Jules before he’d slammed on the ground, he was sure of it. Was he? He didn’t know, didn’t know. Moody was on the ice, over the boards before the Wild’s personnel or EMS could get there, easing him from Finn’s arms and checking over him, taking his pulse, looking for injuries.

Sirius swam into his field of view. Until now it had been narrowed to that little patch of ice. He suddenly became aware that Sirius’s strong hands were gripped around his arms keeping him from moving.

“Remus. Remus, come on. Focus, sweetheart. Eyes on me. He’s going to be okay. Okay?”

“Jules! Let me go! Let me go, Sirius.”

“Shh. Remus. I will. I absolutely will, but you need to take a breath. You can’t get to him over the glass, baby.”

Remus became aware that he was standing. He hadn’t been. He was in the aisle. People were watching, some with cameras.

“C’mon. This way. We’re going to him, baby. We’re going.”

Someone appeared, he wasn’t sure who, but someone. Remus followed them blindly. Sirius seemed more in control. He’d released Remus’s arms and had an iron grip on one of his hands instead, the other holding his phone to his ear as he talked in hushed, rapid tones.

“…don’t know anything yet. We’re going back now. Remus’ll go with him…Okay. Send me the flight details. I’ll come pick you up…”

Soon enough, they were in the familiar halls of the players areas but everything mirrored in reverse. The visitor’s side.

He saw the paramedics come through with the stretcher, Jules on it and thankfully awake. It didn’t matter how strong a grip Sirius had on him, he ripped out of it and started running. No one could hope to catch him.

He watched fat tears roll down his brother’s face as he got close. Jules was tough. He’d seen him fight and take pucks to his legs and chest without complaint.

“Re! Fuck Re, it hurts.”

“Jules! God, Jules. What happened?” He couldn’t help but start looking him over, touching whatever parts of him he could reach.

“Sir, we need to—” Someone grabbed his shoulder.

“Back the fuck off. He’s my fucking brother!” He snarled. He didn’t feel like himself, like he was capable of unknown violence if anyone got between them again.

The paramedic threw her hands up in a placating gesture. She was maybe the same age as Jules with dark, wide eyes. “We just want to know if you want to ride in the ambulance.”

Remus took a breath. Tried to fill his lungs with it. “Yes. I have to. Please.”

“Okay, okay. No problem, Mr. Lupin. You can, no problem at all,” she said, giving him a calm nod. “We do need you to let go of the gurney though.”

Remus looked down, jerking his hand away. “Right. Right. Jesus, sorry—”

“Remus!” Jules howled again. They started moving again, and Remus followed, listening to the brusque orders of the medics and staying out of the way.

“Alright. Hi, Mr. Lupin,” the woman said, snapping nitrile gloves over her hands.

“Julian,” Jules bit out. “He’s the only one old enough to be Mr. Lupin.” Jules flashed him a smile. It looked more like a grimace.

The paramedic gave him a smile in return, her teeth bright against her dark skin.

“Alright, Julian. You’re gonna feel a pinch and then, hopefully, you’re gonna start feeling a lot better.”

“Any allergies?” She asked.

“Uh, cats,” Remus answered.

“Not any cats at the hospital. Any medical allergies?”

“Sorry. No,” Remus said abashed.

“Hey, you’re alright. Not the first time someone’s lost it on me.”

“I bet…Thank you,” he said quietly, now.

Remus watched as one of her colleagues started the IV, hooking it to a bag of what Remus assumed were pretty strong narcotics.

“How’s that feeling, Julian?” The paramedic asked a couple minutes later.

“Better. So much better,” Julian said. Something unwound from around Remus’s heart.

“Good. That’s what we’re aiming for.”

“God. How do you get anything done?” Julian asked, eyes glassy.

“Excuse me?”

“So gorgeous. Bet you never get anything done. People must be stoppin’ you all th time t’tell you.”

“Yeah, you’re feeling better,” she said confidently, shooting a wry smirk over to Remus.

Jules nodded off as they pulled into the ambulance bay.

“He’s not usually—“

“A giant flirt?” She asked.

“No. Usually just giant?” Remus offered helplessly. She laughed.

Things go all over the place from there. There was lots of paperwork and doctors and phone calls with Jules’s coach and their now near-frantic mother.

“Sirius already called. We’re boarding the plane now. Any news?”

“They think his appendix burst. Apparently, he told the nurses he hadn’t been feeling good, but just ignored it.”

“If this doesn’t kill him, I’m going to,” she hissed.

“He didn’t want to miss games…it’s complicated, Mom.”

“Don’t you take up for him, Remus John Lupin!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He hung up with promises to send updates so she could read them the second they landed. Now, there was nothing to do but wait in the recirculated, cool air of the waiting room, a clock ticking out the seconds.

Remus was reminded of a time when Julian was younger and he’d lost him at a corn maze. Hope had been so excited to take them all to the pumpkin farm, picture after picture with hay bales and horses and of course more gords than Remus could count. Julian had begged to go in the maze, and Remus had told him ‘in a minute,’ at least a half a dozen times. Eventually, he’d looked up, and Julian had been gone.

The maze was huge, and they’d spent what felt like hours looking for him in it. At first, he’d been annoyed and then panicked as time went on.

Finally, he’d found him, crouched in one of the dead ends, huddled up on himself and crying.

Remus’s first reaction was relief, and second, he was ashamed to say, was anger.

“Don’t ever do that again, Jules! Do you understand me?”

Julian had looked at him with giant, teary eyes and nodded.

“Don’t ever go where I can’t see you, okay? Promise me.”

Now he was waiting outside the surgery suite and again thinking desperately, “Don’t ever go where I can’t see you.”

And then Sirius was there with a ghostly pale Finn.

“Jesus, Loops. I’m so fucking sorry,” he said, pulling Remus into a crushing hug. From over his shoulder, he saw a sweaty Leo. They must have just stripped down, got dressed, and come straight to the hospital.

Remus pulled back, shaking his head. “No, no. Hey, it wasn’t you. You kept him from choking. It’s his appendix. Not his head.”

Finn started crying. “Thank Christ. I was so scared.”

Remus shook his head. “S’okay, Finn. S’okay.”

Finn pulled himself together almost immediately. “Alright. What do you two need?”

“Hope and Lyall are landing in about an hour and a half,” Sirius said.

“We’ll go get them,” Leo said, taking Sirius’s keys. “Dinner?”

Sirius looked over at Remus. “Yes. He’s gonna say no, but he needs to eat,” he said before Remus could answer that he was fine.

They left just as Wild players and coaches started rolling in. Sirius went to greet them, running interference as Remus spotted Lily’s copper hair. She just opened her arms and held him.

“James is with the team. He’ll be here as soon as he can.” Remus nodded into her shoulder.

“How’d you get here so fast?”

Lily laughed. “Sirius called me.”

Remus wanted to laugh, despite how dire things felt, wanted to kiss him over and over again until he felt like Sirius understood even a portion of his gratitude…that he’d thought of so much while Remus was reeling.

He relaxed into Lily’s hold and then eventually Sirius came striding over, hand raking through his hair.

“Okay. I think that’s everything.”

“Sit down with your husband, Sirius,” Lily said, handing him over to him. Remus curled into his familiar chest, nose pressed into his neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he said over and over into his skin, and when Sirius shushed his words, kept saying it by pressing soft lips to his jaw.

The doctor came out sometime after, telling them how well the procedure had gone and that he could go back to see him once he was out of recovery. Soon, he was there in a room with low lights, Julian smiling at him a little loopy from the drugs.

“Hey, bro,” he said. He sounded more solid now, if a little tired.

Remus’s hand passed through his brother’s caramel curls. “Thought I’d lost you, Jules.”

Julian laughed. “No way, old man.”

Remus’s smile felt like it was gonna split his mouth in two.

“Pinny?” A voice said from behind them. Two guys with Wild sweatshirts on were at the doorway.

“Oh shit, sorry, man,” one of them said.

“No, no. It’s alright. Come on in,” Remus said. He tried to imagine how he’d have felt if it was one of his teammates back here, and he didn’t have the heart to turn them away. “You stay with him. Mom and Dad should be here soon, Jules.”

“Ugh. How mad is she?”

“Defcon 5, pretty sure.”

“Fuck,” Jules said. “Remussss,” he whined.

“Nope. No way. This one’s all you, bud.”

“But…I’m sick,” he said.

“Whatever. You’ll be fine. You were charming the paramedic even when your guts were exploding.”

“Oh, yeah. What do you reckon the odds are on her going to dinner with me?”

“Well, she already saw you covered in vomit, sweaty, and howling like a banshee. If she says yes, better marry her.”

Remus left him to his friends and went back into the waiting room.

“How is he?” Sirius asked. James was here now beside him.

Finally, Remus felt like he could breathe.

“Fine. Yeah, he’s gonna be fine.”

For the first time this evening, Remus believed it.

#lumosinlove #coops #fic o ween

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1800-lemon-boy · 2 months ago

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Just now realising I’ve never made an intro post so here it is!

Hi! My name’s Charlie :))

My pronouns are he/they

I’m 16 and I’m a Scorpio :))

I’m Australian and live in the central coast, nsw, and I have personal beef with pelicans-

My current hyperfixations

Omori, mythology, ancient death rituals, pjo, sally face, heartstopper, young royals, epic the musical, and sfx makeup!

What I do in my free time!

I love reading, writing, crocheting, listening to music, and also pissing off @korshrimpski by supporting the oilers in the nhl.

I also love annoying people with sad facts that they forgot about or diving too deep into specific characters.

My favourite characters :)

My fav pjo characters are Leo, Jason, Nico and Will :))

My favourite Omori characters are Basil, Sunny and Kel (both in the real world and white space).

My favourite sally face character is either sal or Travis

End notes!

I love answering asks, and I love getting music recommendations so feel free to send either!

I’ll edit this if/when anything changes

Nice to meet you!

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colibrie · 7 months ago

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So @trilobitepunch had this GORGEOUS art for a crossover between Rottmnt and Star Wars (if you haven't seen it, then what are you reading this for?! Go check it out!). Being two nerds, we got to chatting, and here is a little piece of the results.

RISE OF THE TENNAGE MUTANT NINJA JEDI (working title)

1. Mikey and Leo

Someone was crying, yet everywhere he turned dark walls rose to block his path. Otherworldly shrieks and howls ricochet, pounding a cruel spike ever deeper into his brain until he could not move, see, or speak. Hot iron coated his tounge as the cry came again, as he blindly threw out an arm, reaching and groping in the dark for a faint spark of...

"Leo! Hey. Hey, Leo!"

The smell of paint and moss replaced the fetid oder of sewage and blood, dragging his mind from the mangled remains of its dream into the irritatingly soothing bounds of predawn reality.

"G'way Mikey," he groaned, burying his face in the sleeve of his sleep shirt.

"Nope! Today's the day baby!" His little brother cheered, sunny voice barely contained to a serviceable whisper as his fingers moved to tickle the back of Leo's vulnerable neck. "Get up lazy shell!

"Aren't you the one always after me to get more sleep?" Leo grumbled as he cringed, one baleful eye slitting open to glare at Mikey. Not that his ire seemed to matter to the younger terrapin as he bounced around their shared room, collecting their clothes and belts as well as a handful of Leo's preferred ration bars.

"Aren't you the one always ignoring me? Besides, it didn't look like you were having a particularly good time anyway."

Warm brown eyes peaked over one green shoulder as Leo slowly worked himself upright, softness in the words that followed wrapping carefully around his frayed nerves.

"Same one as usual?"

Leo nodded, keeping his head down as he accepted his shirt and pants.

"Still don't remember what it was about?"

He nodded again.

"Wanna talk about it anyway?"

"There's not much to say Mikey," he sighed, tugging at the hem of his shirt until it sat properly over his shell. "I'll be fine. I always am, right?"

"Yeah... but you know, if you ever do..."

"You'll be the first in line Dr. Feelings," Leo teased, playfully knocking his knuckles against his baby brother plastron before gently pushing him back so he could stand and fasten his pants. "Now what did you do with my jacket?"

"What did you do with dad's holocron?"

"What makes you think I have it?"

"Because I went to steal it before I woke you up and it was gone."

"Gasp! My own brother, a thief! Where could I have gone so wrong!" Leo warbled, hands flying to his face in a poignant display of heartbreak and shock.

The snort Mikey gave in reply, coupled with an eye roll he did not even attempt to hide suggested Leo's performance had once again gone unappreciated.

"Come on Lee, we're wasting time! Cough up the holocron, or no jacket!"

"Ugh. My talents are clearly wasted here," Leo mumbled, petulantly drawing out the moment by fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves.

"Leo..."

"Fine, fine. Behold Mr. Grumpy shell."

Leo reached out, deft fingers brushing the joint between Mikey's neck and carapace, a place that never failed to make his sensitive brother squirm and giggle like youngling. By the time Mikey looked again, the holocron sat innocently in Leo's palm, it's serene blue-white glow softly lighting the shadows of their little room.

"How do you do that?!" Mikey gaped, begrudgingly pulling Leo's coat and mask from beneath his bed when Leo simply smirked in reply.

"That, dearest Angelo, oh wise jedi master, is for me to know and you to figure out."

"Show off," Mikey huffed, plucking the cube from Leo's palm. "Finished getting dressed and meet me outside. We have training to do!"

#rottmnt #star wars #angst fairy writes #its not angsty yet but trust me #it's coming #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #jedi turtles

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pain-is-too-tired · 2 months ago

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Chat. Thinking about Jake Mason again.

Like,he was 100% depressed in TLH. Right?

And if I have to think about all this stuff I'm taking y'all down with me jdfdjc

TW FOR TALK OF DEPRESSION AND SOME TALK OF SUICIDEAL IDEATION

But yeah. His introduction is so interesting to me because not only is this poor boy in a full body cast, he's dealing with multiple injuries to his siblings,as well as still worrying about a dragon in the forest that literally put him in the cast to begin with.

And there's a chance that a lot of new kids joined the cabin after BoM. Harley is,what? 7-8? He's a LIL KID. A age of a typical 2-3rd grader. Along with all the other likely mostly 10-15 year olds,he having to take care of a lot all at once,after a war,and after loosing his big brother.

And,for fellow Sunforge shippers,after loosing his boyf too.

Like,I don't think we talk enough about that. He's taking care of a 7-8 year old. Why likely still actively mourning those he lost. Why dealing with all these incidents and then getting so badly hurt that he's in a BODY CAST

By the time Leo meets him he seems so...done? Like just indifferent to everything.

"I'm you Head Counselor...for now."

I honestly don't think he was meaning stepping down. Sure,he DOES step down later, but if he wanted to step down at that point,why not just do it then? I doubt he was just waiting for the right person to take the mantle. Plus, he was stuck in bed. He couldn't do much anyway so why not switch then?

He nearly died from Festus before, I'm sure he was highly aware they something could happen to him that could kill him. And,like I seen mentioned before,there's a chance he wouldn't be too against Festus having managed to kill him.

I don't think he was actively suicidal,but i think he was at least passively so.

He just lost most of the stability he likely had. He doesn't really have anyone to lean on, and he was never given time to grieve. He was trusted into leader ship.

Not just that,like I mentioned before, he has to deal with the fact that Silena,his brother's girlfriend, had been the spy. One the reasons for his death. And has to deal with people around camp calling her a hero for her sacrifice. Obviously I'm sure Beckendorf is talked about, but that still hard to process. Especially knowing how close they were as partners.

No wonder he's so apathic by time Leo meets him. Everything's falling apart around him, he's nearly died multiple times in just the pass year,he's lost multiple people he's loved and cared about,he's dealt with the betrayal of someone he likely strongly trusted.

Especially for a Neuroduvergent teen boy, that's a lot to process.

We've had some representation of depression in the series, but idk, something about that one scene hits different for me.

He's just so indifferent and defeated. And he's seems like one the only Head Counselors we truly see like that.

Drew is snappy and dismissive

Will forces a chill and sunny attitude

The Stolls as usual being pranksters and joking around to cope.

Clarisse seems her usual self

Yet,in TLH,Jake is just...defeated. but in TLO and later BOO, he's chill but determined. He's a strategist,he finds some humor in Michael and Clarisse argument and makes a dig at Octavian during the BOO meeting (i just know he's thinking that Michael would kick Octavian's ass-)

So when you read him in TLH it's just...it's a clear difference and hits so much harder.

Kinda wished instead of Leo becoming head counselor, we see him being there helps Jake get back to who he was before. He leads the cabin why Leo's gone anyway. I think it would've been sweet to have that close connection between them.

I also hc that Jake had started to withdrew from most of the other HCs. Except for Will,who was dealing with the Hephaestus cabin cause of the injuries.

That's partly why Will was asked to take Leo to Cabin 9.he was the only one who probably knew how to handle Jake's state in a even way.

Anyway. Jake Mason my beloved. You deserved more scenes.

#mine #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #pain rambles #jake mason #leo valdez #tlh #pjo hoo toa #character analysis #tw suicidality #suicidal ideation #passive suicidality #tw depression #depression #jake mason you deserved better #Rick really gives us minor characters that just have the most epic potential #then forgets them/ignores potential

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ask-hfttmnt · 2 months ago

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INTRODUCTIONS:

💙"Wusup! Name's Leonardo, but you can call me Leo or Leon. I'm the cool leader in blue and the oldest Hamato brother! I'm also the most handsome, haha! Feel free to stick around and chat."

💜"Greetings. I'm Donatello. Some of my other names include Donnie, Don, Dee... you get the gist. I'm the brains of the group because SOMEONE around here needed an education. I'm the second oldest and sadly "twins" with Mr. Massive-Ego. If I'm not busy, I'll talk I guess.."

❤️"Sup. I'm Raphael. Or just Raph works too. I'm the muscle among my brothers. Don't let my size fool you, I happen to be the middle child. So... yeah."

🧡"HI HI HI HI! I'm Michelangelo! Or Mikey, Mike, Michael, Angelo... whichever works! I'm the youngest brother and most playful and creative! I love to meet new people, so don't be shy!"

💛"Hello there! I'm April O'Neil, but just April works! I'm a close friend of the turtles and have been for some time now. If I'm not busy at work, I'll try to answer what I can!"

🩶"Yo! This is the one and only Casey Jones. I'm an athletic guy who likes to do my part in keeping this city safe from all sorts of trouble. If I'm not busy, feel free to swing by and chat!"

🩷"Hiii! I'm Angelica Jones, but you can call me Angel or Angie too if you want. I'm Casey's younger sibling, and he thought it would be a good idea to have me try and talk to people, so here I am! I'm not very chatty, though, but I will try my best to respond to what I can."

💚"Howdy, I guess. Name's North. I'm honestly just here because the others wouldn't shut up till I agreed to do this. Ask whatever, just know I won't answer something I deem too personal.."

🖤"Sup laddies and lassies. The name's Shep. North dragged me into this as well, so ask me anything I suppose. Just don't get all hurt if my answers are too brutal for ya."

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#that blue dude = Leo

#donniepedia = Donnie

#big red = Raph

#mike n ike = Mikey

#april showers = April

#hockey talky = Casey

#little angel = Angie

#sly fox = North

#shepticeye = Shep

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#friendly chats = answering the ask box

#arts n crafts = showing off drawings or projects

interactions = interacting with other accounts (mostly reblogs)

OOC:

Hello! I'm the mod for this blog and the creator of this AU! This is an RP blog based on my own TMNT AU known as Hunt for the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Any other RP blogs, feel free to interact if you want!

My main blog is @rosewashereyt and my tmnt blog is @rosey-mango

#rose is here = ooc related stuff

If you see things in double brackets [[---]], it's ooc as well!

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Any interactions with him go through Sunny first, just fyi!

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manygeese · 3 months ago

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a little fic about Hera, Leo, and family

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August first. A year after the Second Giant War. The Olympians were celebrating by visiting their demigod children at Camp Half-Blood. That might’ve just been because Percy had suggested it at the Summer Solstice meeting and followed it up with a bone-chilling glare, as if he was daring the Olympians to disobey him. He probably was.

There was one common thought amongst the demigods that day: why was Hera there? The goddess of marriage had no mortal children of her own, and had most definitely established her less than positive feelings on those who existed: so why on earth was she there?

To stalk me, apparently, Leo thought as he trudged through the forest. Flames licked up his hands every so often, and he patted them out on his charred flannel shirt absentmindedly. Hera glowed annoyingly behind him.

It had been like this all day. When the whole camp had a tournament to see if anybody could win chess against Athena (breaking news: nobody could), when he had eaten lunch with Demeter lecturing about the benefits of whole grain cereal in the background, even when he and his siblings were working with dad in the forge, Hera had been lurking from the shadows. She was giving Hades and Nico a run for their money.

Jake had pulled him aside in the workshop, finally getting him away from Hera’s watchful gaze. “Did you do something to piss Lady Hera off?” His brother hissed.

Leo put an affronted hand to his chest. “Why do you think I did something?”

Jake pointed to the sign he and his siblings had hung on the wall.

DAYS SINCE AN EXPLOSION: 1

“C’mon, Jakey, it’s been a whole day. That has to be a record, right?” Leo laughed nervously.

Jake shook his head before a loud BOOM! shook the room. Hearty laughter came from the forge next to them. The sign magically changed to

DAYS SINCE AN EXPLOSION: 0

Leo crossed his arms, feeling vindicated.

“Okay, so you didn’t cause that one,” Jake smiled, “but what about Imperial Bronze Incident?”

“Um, actually, it was the Celestial Gold Incident. But I see your point.”

“Alright, so tell me the truth. Did you do something to anger the Queen of Olympus or is she just like that?” Jake took a seat on a three-legged stool and gestured to the beanbag next to it.

Leo sighed as he flopped all of his weight onto it. “I don’t know, man, I might’ve done something and just forgotten it,” he groaned, having a hunch he was inadvertently lying, “but I highly doubt Mrs. Peacock would just… stare at me if I had wronged her.”

Jake hummed. “You’re right. But are you, like, okay, man? You’ve been so anxious all day, and kind of melancholy-”

“How many points do you get for that in Scrabble?”

“Hush. We’re worried about you, Leo. Harley told me earlier that-“

“Aw, dude, don’t bring Harley into this!” Leo lolled his head to the side and met his brother’s eyes exasperatedly. “That’s playing dirty and you know it.”

“Stop interrupting me. Point is, we want you to loosen up and enjoy the day, so you can tell me whatever you need to get off your chest, yeah?” Jake shuffled off of the stool and crouched next to his little brother.

Leo wanted to tell him about how seeing Tía Callida (no, Hera) brought back his memories of a happier time. She reminded him of evenings spent in his old apartment in Houston, with his mom by his side, watching reruns of old sci-if shows. She made him recall coloring pictures on the coffee table while she read magazines. Her face made him think of sunny afternoons in the park near the garage, and Disney princess bandaids his mom put on him when he scraped himself, and music boxes that played songs from old musicals he couldn’t name. Now, he knew that Hera didn’t care about him, only the prophecy. However, his Tía, however barbaric she may have been in her babysitting methods, had been the nurturing teacher he needed when his mom wasn’t around. To realize she used him- used his mom, which was arguably worse- as a way to help herself in the future? It ruined some of the earliest and happiest memories he’d ever had.

“It’s nothing, man,” he said instead, “just my edgy and mysterious past.” Technically, he wasn’t lying.

Jake had just given him a look, like a middle school teacher reluctantly giving their favorite student detention. He wordlessly left the room and rejoined the others, leaving Leo alone with his edgy and mysterious past.

Leo sighed, and, not wanting to face his siblings again, climbed out the window of the workshop. Maybe her Most Manipulative Majesty wouldn’t follow him out to the woods.

Spoiler alert: she had.

So there Leo was, being followed by the Queen of Olympus, Goddess of Marriage, Family, and Childbirth, Patron of Women, into the monster infested woods. Was it smart of Leo to go into that place with no particular destination in mind, and an amount of navigation devices to match? Yes. But at least he had an all-powerful deity on his side. Presumably. Actually, he wasn’t willing to bet on it.

This wasn’t smart at all.

As if summoned by his own morbid thoughts, a low chuckle came from the densely packed trees to his right. Leo startled, taking a step backwards. A large hand emerged from the darkness, wrapping around a tree trunk and pulling the body it was attached to forwards. In the evening light through the canopy, the singular eye of the monster glinted sinisterly.

A cyclopes. Great. The one monster he couldn’t use his fire against.

He fumbled for his tool belt, hoping he has stashed a dagger in there somewhere, but he had no such luck. Why couldn’t he be followed by Tyche, or someone useful? He was hardly going to join this monster in holy matrimony.

“Demigod meat,” the cyclopes whispered reverently, licking his lips. “I haven’t had that in a long time.” The monster advanced, the shadows peeling off his body as he stepped into the light.

Leo took a step away from the cyclopes, his back colliding with a tree. He rifled through his tool belt again, looking for scraps from the Celestial Gold incident, anything, if only it would help.

“Cover your eyes, little hero,” a familiar, matronly voice echoed in his ear.

Thank the gods, Leo thought for once in his life as he obeyed.

“Open,” ordered the voice of Tía Callida- Hera- only a second later.

Leo had expected the goddess to be wearing her typical long white dress, peacock cloak, and gold crown, but she was dressed about as different as could be. She wore a black blouse, that of a widow, and streaks of gray ran through her hair. Her Lotus staff was transformed to be reminiscent Mary Poppins’ parrot umbrella, though she used it as a cane. Looking at her was as though her clothes had been woven with nostalgia, thread imbued with a mother’s care and tender words. She wasn’t Hera. She was his Tía.

He was tempted to cry just at the sight of her. Instead, he brought his shaking, burning hands towards himself and hugged himself until he stopped wanting to be hugged by her. It didn’t work.

Luckily, he didn’t have to stop wanting it, as she took initiative and did it herself. He didn’t wrap his arms around her in turn, but his grip on himself loosened. He leaned against her until he didn’t have to make an effort to stand anymore.

“I’m sorry, little hero. For what, I do not know, but I am sorry,” she hummed into his hair, pressing a kiss into it and rocking him left to right. She smiled as he gave in and embraced her back.

Leo let out a pitiful sound as he started to cry. “You… you didn’t hav’ta do that… I had it handled,” he said between his sobs.

“Have no worries, dear one, it’s alright to accept help now and then.”

She was more gentle than he remembered, and the only times his Tía was even remotely soft were when he looked especially worse for wear. I must look a mess right now, he thought, but he didn’t pay any attention. He was trying not to start a forest fire.

“You don’ hav’ta be here. ‘M just an inconvenience,” Leo coughed. He held onto her tighter.

She rubbed his back soothingly. “I do not pretend to understand the thoughts of mortals, especially teenage ones, but this one seems to me particularly baffling. Tell me, boy, whatever gave you this idea?” Tía Callida questioned.

“You don’ even care about me. The whole reason you were there for me in the beginnin’ was so you could train me to be a hero, and now I’ve been the hero, so you don’ need to stick around anymore,” he stated, hoping against all odds, against his instincts, that he was wrong.

She pulled back, and for one miserable moment, he thought he was right. That she was gonna leave like everyone else did. For the first time in a year, he understood why he had made a habit of running before Camp Half-Blood. If you stayed, you got attached to people, and that gives them power. Power is one of the worst things someone else can have when you feel alone. And in that moment, Leo felt completely and utterly alone.

But instead of going, “ah, that makes sense,” and departing, she looked at him with the sympathy somebody has for a bird in a cage. “Oh, my little hero, I know why I am sorry now.”

He sniffed sadly in response.

“As a goddess, specifically one who has never had a demigod child, I often find it hard to make connections with you mortals. But with you and your mother, I found myself wanting to try for the first time in a long time.” Hera placed a gentle hand on his face and brought his eyes up to meet hers. She smiled softly as she wiped the tears off his face for him. “The whole reason, in fact, that I was drawn to you both, was the love your dear mother had for you since birth. If it hadn’t been for the way she looked at you, or sung you those darling lullabies, I would’ve settled for Hephaestus watching over you from above. I sensed greatness in you and your mother that I needed to cultivate, little hero, and that is my way of caring. I’m sorry I did not make you feel that way for this long,” she finished with a sigh.

Leo sniffed again. Tía Callida reached into her newly summoned purse and brought out a handkerchief with a peacock pattern embroidered on it. He took it gratefully.

It was a long time before he could talk without either tearing up or having his voice crack, but they spent it sitting against a tree and watching the sunset through the leaves. When he got the energy to talk again, she asked him how his life had been since she left. She listened eagerly to every word he said, even though she had seen most of it from Olympus anyways. Eventually, he got too tired to talk, instead falling asleep against his Tía’s shoulder. If anybody saw the Goddess of Marriage dressed in widow’s clothes and carrying Leo Valdez, hero of Olympus, back to his cabin, they didn’t say anything.

#unfortunately I am a hera apologist because Rick should have written her WAYYYY better #also leo is her baby because I said so and we shall have a round of fisticuffs if you disagree #leo valdez #jake mason #hera pjo #hera and leo pjo

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