#the wonder the joy the safety all stolen from me because of this boyfriend

[suteki-gaikotsu]

i have to complain to the void

[tacticaldiary]

Hello, saw that ur reqs r open and was wondering if i could ask for some Gaz fluff onseshot, pleasseee

(If u don't want to then ignore this, please)

Welcome Home, Love

Pairing: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

"Kyle." She chokes out, holding him just as tightly. Air does not deserve an inch of space between them. "Kyle." It's all she can seem to say, a mantra of his name over and over again caught in sobs of relief.

"I'm here. I've got you. I've got you." The shake of his voice is not unnoticed by her, it only makes her clutch onto him all the more desperately.

Masterlist

Dawn breaks with a warmth that fills the room with a gentle light.

She doesn't get up right away, basks in the rays that spill over the bed from beyond the linen curtains. Perhaps if she stayed still enough, the warmth would seep into her being, filling the empty, cold space that's been eating away at her for the past two months.

How long had it been since she'd woken up warm? Content?

Exhaling slowly at the ringing of her alarm a couple minutes later, she drags herself upright to start her day. As much as she wanted to let the absence of chocolate eyes and playful smiles drag her into a spiral of sadness, it wouldn't do much good for anyone.

She thumbs through the clothes hanging in the closet she shares with her boyfriend. Running her fingers over the soft cotton of one of his shirts, she slips it off of the hanger and over her finger, immediately settling into the familiar, lingering scent of Gaz.

If she pulls the collar up to her nose and takes a deep, calming breath...well, that between her and the creaking of the closet door shutting.

She missed him so much it hurt. It had always been like this, him leaving for days, weeks, months at worst, and her waiting for him, hoping and praying he'd come back to her in one piece. He always did, as bright and eager as ever, and that in itself was enough to harden her resolve to try.

It was hard. But the burst of joy he brought into her life, the intensity of their love was enough to make her satisfied with the time she did have with him.

She still remembers the evidence of it.

The kiss he had pulled her into when she'd driven them both to see him off on his latest mission plays over and over again in her mind.

She had blinked tears away as he crowded her gently against the passenger seat door. A combat calloused hand cradled her face, brushed a stray tear away. "None of that, love." He'd whispered with a smile.

"You better come back to me, Kyle." She'd choked out, clutching onto the front of his vest with a white-knuckled grip.

"Always." The utter confidence and devotion the promise was whispered in miraculously settles her frayed nerves.

He'd pulled her in by the waist then, flush against him, kissed her with such a fierce sort of emotion it had stolen her breath away. Not even the snicker and wolf whistle Soap had let out had pulled him away. Gaz only released her when he was good and ready to let go.

That was two months ago.

Not being able to contact him while he was deployed made everything so much worse. It was for his own safety, she knows that good and well but it was difficult not to know if he was alright or not nonetheless.

Before her mind can succumb to picturing the worst-case scenario, she shakes herself out of it.

He'd promised he'd come back to her.

That was enough, she convinces herself. It was enough.

Distracting herself, she starts making a mental list of all she has to get done today. A trip to the grocery store, definitely. There were no eggs in the fridge left, and the bread had gone too stale to make any toast.

Deciding to just grab breakfast on the way, she makes herself presentable and grabs her shoes, while searching her purse for her keys. The coffee shop down the corner did a mean breakfast sandwich, and the grocery store wasn't too far from there either.

She pulls the door open and realises that she's probably still dreaming.

Because Gaz stands there. Right there. Right in front of her.

A tired face, frozen with surprise halfway through the motion of going to unlock the door from the outside. A duffel back sits on the porch next to him, and he's still in his uniform minus all the gear.

The crickets and the birds go silent as their eyes lock.

Her name leaves his lips, a breathless, relieved sound.

And everything snaps into place.

"...Kyle?" She clumsily takes a step back, eyes wide as she takes him in. He's...he was here. He was here.

He came back to her.

Gaz comes to himself quicker than she does, pushes himself into their home and picks her up into a bone crushing hug. He hikes her up effortlessly until she wraps her legs around him to steady herself. "I'm home, love." He breathes into her neck, face pressed tightly into her shoulder.

"Kyle." She chokes out, holding him just as tightly. Air does not deserve an inch of space between them. "Kyle." It's all she can seem to say, a mantra of his name over and over again caught in sobs of relief.

"I'm here. I've got you. I've got you." The shake of his voice is not unnoticed by her, it only makes her clutch onto him all the more desperately.

"Missed you."

"Not as much as I did." His lips say into her skin. He pulls away an inch to look her in the eyes, drinking her in like a man starved. With each pass of his eyes, Gaz settles into himself as if the sight of her there, present and real quells any unrest he's carried in his heart all these days.

Neither of them know who moves first, but they pull each other into a kiss almost as full of emotion as the last time. It's desperation, worry, pure and utter relief that they exchange with each other within a moment. Her hands slide up to his shoulders, the salty taste of her tears mingling with everything that's so undeniably him.

They pull away just enough to breathe each other's air, two magnets snapping together after being held apart for too long.

Gently, he shuts the door behind him with a kick.

"Your duffle's still out there." She whispers as he sets her down on the kitchen counter, settling between her legs.

"That's the last thing I give a damn about." He answers, with a low chuckle.

"And the first?"

This. She missed this so much, her heart swells and aches at having it back.

The easy back and forth. The teasing, the playful nudges, and banter. Him. His words, his smile, his hands, his touch. Everything she craves and wants and needs right in front of her again after so long, she doesn't think she can bear to part from it anytime soon.

Gaz is in no hurry to untangle himself from her either, not with the way he lessens the space between them whenever he can as if each millimetre of distance will form into another moment he's lost with her.

"Shall I show you?" He rumbles deep in his chest, tilting his head down to press their foreheads together affectionately. His gaze flickers down her body and a grin grows on his lips. "Is that my shirt?" He toys with the hem of it with his fingers, sliding a hand under the fabric to touch her bare waist. She shivers at the touch, grounding and needed.

"I said I missed you." She breathes out a laugh. "It...helps. Makes the house feel less lonely."

It feels wrong to admit it to him when she knows there's nothing he can do but feel guilty about it. Gaz loves his job, and she would never ask him to choose between it or her. That's cruel, and if he can have both at the expense of a few weeks of her being lonely...well, that's a sacrifice she'll happily make.

His lips quirk downwards, eyes softening with the slight guilt she'd expected to see.

"I'm sorry, love." He mumbles. "Must be rough, coming home to an empty place."

She nods slowly. Denying it would do nobody good. There were no lies between them, no chance of miscommunication when they laid themselves bare like this.

Because he's right. It was rough. She has friends and family that live in the area and although she sees them regularly and loves them, it's...it's not the same. Gaz fills a space in her heart that nobody else can click into. It's never the same, so try she might fit a square peg in a circular hole, but it'll never patch up the wound completely right.

And she's okay with it.

Because he always comes back to her.

"I can imagine it's tougher being shot at, Sergeant." She teases instead, laughing when he groans and drops his head to her shoulder.

"Don't start with that." He complains. "I'm not anyone's Sergeant here, yeah? I'm yours." He lifts his head, a spark of something so deeply enamoured she might see the evidence etched into his soul.

This was good for him, too. It was good for him to have a piece of himself untouched by the blood he spilled for a living, a part of him that doesn't heed orders and know how to clear buildings and detonate explosives.

Here, he was Kyle.

The man that woke her up with touches soft enough to make her giggle at how they tickled. The man that kissed her every day like it was the last time he'd ever get the chance. The man who knew her like the back of his hand, knew what she liked, knew her lunch order, how she liked her coffee, which flowers she adored.

He's her other half, in presence and in absence.

"Just yours." He says again.

And she's the one who pulls him in this time, a hand cupping the back of his neck, slipping into his hair when he leans into her like she wants.

She mutters her love to him through sparse breaths of air when she gets the chance, and Kyle does not hesitate when he says them right back to her.

Even the sun could not compare to how his love, his mere presence, warms her inside and out.

Home.

He was home.

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(29/08/2023)

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: DramioneFanfictionWriters (Part 4)

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Famous Shakespeare Lines, February 2021:

Short Life For A Daffodil by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - Hermione and Draco have a wild daughter who likes to pull up daffodils and frustrate her parents, but the duo wouldn't be without their children.

Friends Dont by Lostinthenightrain - T, one-shot - "You don’t choose who you fall for!” “No, because I sure as hell wouldn’t be standing here now would I?” Hermione mourns the loss of a relationship.

The Malfoy Mistress by ThebeMoon - M, one-shot - Unable to bear the sight of Bellatrix carving into Hermione Granger at Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy whisks his hated former schoolmate to safety. He should have known better.

Rules of Engagement by Art3misiA - T, one-shot - Lucius just had to be difficult about the idea of Draco and Hermione getting married. Will Draco and Hermione allow him to throw his weight around, or will they bring him to heel?

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Popular 90's TV Shows, March 2021:

The Death of Theo Nott by Lostinthenightrain - T, one-shot - “Hermione.” Her head whipped up to see the broken expression in Draco’s eyes. “He wouldn’t kill himself.”

The Night of the Rats by rennaissance_woman - not rated, one-shot - What happens when a prank war goes too far?

Perfect Harmony by Talonwillow (TalonWillow) - T, one-shot -Professor Slughorn's star Potions pupil Hermione was tired of being the ugly duckling, so she created a potion that would transform her into a beautiful swan. Everyone seemed to like the shiny new version of her... Well, except for herself and maybe one other. Would Draco Malfoy convince her that what everyone else was seeing was what he saw every day, and would Hermione finally be able to live in Perfect Harmony?

Dramione Go Star Trekking by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - Riker has made a pass at Hermione and she doesn't quite know how to deal with it.

Bloody Colonials by Maira - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger has had a long week, and the last thing she wants to do is leave the comfort of her home. But when her best friend asks for her help in dealing with a possible cursed object, what can she do but help? Brownies, Potion-making robe etiquette, and a cursed Nigerian mask all add up to a typical night at Hogwarts. Written for the DFW's Deal or No Deal challenge.

The Latest Teenage Drama by Art3misiA - T, one-shot - Teenagers. Gotta love em. Teenage dramas? Not so much. Draco and Hermione navigate the perils of unwanted teenage behaviour - 90s family sitcom style.

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Around the World, April 2021:

The Assignment by Art3misiA - G, one-shot - Hermione and Draco, Aurors, have been sent to Cape Town on a top secret assignment - to track down a former Death Eater.

Finding Them by KrysKrossZee - T, WIP - After not finding her parents in Austrailia, Hermione enlists Draco's help and the two make their way to Vancouver when they have a new lead.

DFW's Deal or No Deal: The Language of Flowers, May 2021:

Spilled Ink by Maira - M, one-shot - It's nearly Christmas, and things aren't great. Draco Malfoy is still on house arrest due to the Wizengamot being a bag of dicks. Hermione Granger is out of the country on a job, which means he won't see her for a few weeks. And to top it all off, Hermione has sent Draco a plant. A green, spiky plant, for no reason that he can fathom. Oh, and a spelled journal that he's now supposed to write in. Because nothing could possibly go wrong with that plan. Written for the DFW Deal or No Deal Challenge!

Forever by Art3misiA - M, one-shot - Though they may be gone, our memories of them remain forever.

The Little Things by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - When Hermione buys Draco a cup of coffee and leaves it on his desk, it throws Draco through a loop and he wonders what he should get her in exchange.

The Climbing Vine by rennaissance_woman - not rated, one-shot - After receiving some startling news, Draco runs out of the house. He receives some advice from a surprising source.

Changing of the Seasons by Lostinthenightrain - M, one-shot - Hermione & Draco find a local park and two unlikely faces to greet them.

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Draco's Birthday Soundtrack, June 2021:

Straight to the Heart by AdAsttra - T, one-shot - Draco's ready to tell Hermione how he feels, but Cupid has other ideas.

Stick Around by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - Hermione doesn't know why Draco is the only one who makes her feel safe, but she is glad that she is able to get some reprieve from her brain.

Wild and Wired by Maira - M, one-shot - Need your lovin' here beside me, Need it close enough to guide me, I've been hopin' you would find me, You're the biggest part of me. - Hermione was expecting a fun night out with her boyfriend and her friends. She was not expecting ice cubes, sick ponies, and a serenade beautiful enough to melt her heart. Written for the DFW's Deal or No Deal challenge.

Let's Get Serious (Please, for the Love of Merlin!) by Art3misiA - G, one-shot - Draco wants to get serious, but Hermione isn't so sure. Will their opposing views make or break them?

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Magical Monsters, July 2021:

There's A Zouwu In My Basement by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - When a creature has broken into the Malfoy Manor dungeon, Draco has to call for help.

Miseria by crochetaway - T, one-shot - Hermione tames a Dementor.

Aegis by Maira - M, one-shot - Their world is in ruins, and their only protection against creatures wanting to kill them is about to fall. They make a plan to trek across the country to Hogwarts, where others have gathered to make a new home within the castle. There, they will be safe. One problem - before they go, there's a queen to kill. Written for the DFW's Deal or No Deal Challenge.

Fear & Desire by myladymay - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy wants to change his life. He returns to Hogwarts for Eighth Year and finds himself confronted with both his biggest fear and greatest desire, all wrapped up in a Gryffindor tie.

Innocent Monsters by itscometothis - T, 12 chapters - Draco Malfoy thought he had reasonable expectations for his mandatory Eighth Year at Hogwarts, where he would be confined to the grounds as part of his probation. Isolation, hatred, and passing his NEWTs were really all he had in mind. What he wasn't anticipating: 1) Having a small firstie latch onto him like a bloody koala 2) Said firstie adopting an erkling as if they didn’t feed on children. To protect his little nuisance, he’ll have to seek help from uncomfortable places, including the Swottiest Witch of Her Age. Joy of all joys.

Transformed by Art3misiA - T, one-shot - Draco and Charlie have a dragon to catch, and time is running out. Meanwhile, Hermione is missing, adding to Draco's woes.

DFW's Deal or No Deal: Legendary Duos, August 2021:

Three's a crowd, four's trouble by AnnaRitaLi - M, WIP - p>My sister is right. My life did change that evening. I just don't think Rosalind meant for me to steal her boyfriend, or I don't think I stole him, Draco, not precisely. You cannot steal something that doesn't want to be whisked away. That's my experience, at least, and I've stolen quite a few things over the years. So I can say this with confidence. You can't lose something you never had. But you’ll have to read it in the book, dear. While the Crown doesn’t wish for me to speak out in public, I have been silent for too long. You see, There were three of us in this marriage. And people, the press, have assumed many things over the years about Draco and me. So this book, as you’ll see, it’s my attempt to set the record straight. Yes, there were three of us in this marriage, but there were also much more going on than that. -- This is the story the Crown never wanted to get out. In other words, I bring you the x-rated version of the book ‘Diana - her true story - in her own words’.’ It’s the Dramione as Charles & Diana AU you didn't know you needed.

The Marquess and the Kitchen Girl by Art3misiA - E, 8 chapters - Draco Malfoy is the son of the most powerful Duke in Wiltshire. One day, he will be the ruler of a large duchy. Hermione Granger lives happily with her parents - that is, until tragedy strikes. Two children will become friends, and gradually discover a forbidden love that seems as if it might one day defy the odds. Alas, this is a tale of doomed lovers.

In Her Arms by KrysKrossZee - M, one-shot - Draco's worked his way up through Voldemort's ranks but it would seem that all of his work has been for nothing when Dolohov captures a new prisoner.

The Happiness I Seek by Maira - M, one-shot - To those without a soulmate, the world is devoid of colour. They say that if you are lucky enough to meet your soulmate, everything changes. The world is brighter, food is richer, and you find a love you never knew you needed. Draco Malfoy has never been lucky. Written for the DFW's Deal or No Deal challenge.

darling! by itscometothis - M, one-shot - When Draco and Hermione are invited to help demonstrate a path forward for Wizarding Britain and its reconciliation, neither really feel like they can refuse - Hermione for moral reasons and Draco for practical ones (read: Azkaban sounds bad). But they have very different ideas on how to play up this fake relationship. Written for DFW's Deal or No Deal: Legendary Duos - Kermit and Ms. Piggy. It's as ridiculous as you expect.

A Thousand Ships by floorcoaster - M, WIP - Draco Malfoy knows what he wants, and he's not afraid to reach out and take it.

Quiet My Demons by Lostinthenightrain - M, one-shot - “Unhappy, darling?” He murmured, his cigar placed on its resting dish, dashed out - a little puff of smoke rising into the air between them before disappearing. “Yes, completely.”

I Love Draco by crochetaway - G, one-shot - A few slice of life scenes with Hermione, Draco, and Scorpius ala I Love Lucy style!

DFW's Deal or No Deal: The Final Word, September 2021:

Crime & Punishment by itscometothis - T, 12 chapters - TRIAL TRANSCRIPT OF DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY IS FORMALLY CHARGED WITH THE FOLLOWING: CONSPIRACY TO COMMIT MURDER AIDING AND ABETTING A MURDER USE OF UNFORGIVABLE CURSES: IMPERIUS (2 COUNTS) USE OF UNFORGIVABLE CURSES: CRUCIATUS (47 COUNTS) PARTICIPATING IN A TERRORIST ORGANIZATION -- I don’t regret hoping. I thought I might, at the beginning, do you remember? But I don’t. I regret nothing about you, my love. Eternally yours, Draco -- A story of hope, punishment, and the nature of justice told in trial transcripts, visits in an interrogation room, and letters.

Boats Against the Current by AlannaTCooper - T, one-shot - Draco Malfoy is trying to escape his past by running as far away as he can. But the past - and his nightmares - keep pulling him backwards.

By His Side by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - Hermione is lonely but there's at least one person who can break through her loneliness.

Trying To Live by IzzieStellar - T, one-shot - After her husband dies, Hermione can’t seem to remember how to live and her friends vow to help her.

In the Dead of Night by AdAsttra - G, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are some of the last people to leave Hogwarts under the veil of a cold, dark night.

This fest is ongoing.

[onlydreamofmysoul]

The Prince and The Pornstars

Chapter Five

Something about this chapter is bugging me but I’m not sure what? I’m sorry if it feels a little rushed! I have ✨plans✨ for the next one though!

Characters by @lumosinlove

Logan 

Not to be dramatic, but Logan thought he might be losing his mind. 

Blue and brown, blonde curls and red strands, tan and freckles. Leo laughing and Finn’s smirk. Safety and uncertainty. Love and -

Well, Logan wasn’t quite sure how to finish that one yet. There was only one thing he knew - and. Every movie he’d ever seen always said or. One or the other, never both.

Logan wanted both.

Logan knew he could never have what he wanted. 

Finn was… straight? Logan didn’t know and he certainly wasn’t going to label him when he didn’t know, but minds always tend to jump to conclusions. Either way, he had a girlfriend. Who he loved. Finn was in love with a woman. 

“Hey sweetheart, what’s going on in that head?” Leo asked, running his thumb over Logan’s cheekbone as he pressed a kiss to his forehead. Logan sighed and pushed into the warm constant that was Leo, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist. 

“Just thinking I guess.” He blinked slowly, their living room blurring around them slightly. 

“Yeah?”

Logan hummed, the crisp press of Leo’s shirt against his cheek. “It’s nothing, there’s just something stuck in my head but now’s not the time, there’s people arriving soon.”

“You’re thinking about Finn, huh?”

Logan looked up at Leo in surprise. “I- Yeah. Yeah, how did you know that?”

Leo smiled and brushed back one of Logan’s stray curls. “Cause I know you, Logan Tremblay. And also, because I think about him too.”

Logan’s heart stuttered. “You do?”

Leo smiled softly, opening his mouth to reply when there was a knock on their door. 

“I fucking hate people.” Logan said darkly and Leo pulled away laughing.

 “Baby, this was your idea.”

“Yeah, but now it’s getting in the way.” Logan quipped back but they shared a quick smile, knowing they’d come back to this. Leo opened the door to greet Remus and Sirius, along with Sirius’ brother, Regulus.

“Hey guys!” Leo greeted, pulling the door open wide, “Come on in!”

Remus went to set a dish he brought in the fridge and Leo and Regulus delved straight into a conversation about something neither Logan nor Sirius could understand. 

“I think they speak their own language.” Logan muttered to Sirius. Sirius just held out a bottle of rum in consolidation. Logan smiled and pulled his friend in for a hug. “I knew I liked you for a reason.”

The party was already in full swing when Finn arrived. Logan had actually begun to worry. He had rearranged the food three times, refilled more drinks than he could count and adjusted the fairy lights above the kitchen cabinets at least once. Leo came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Logan’s waist, whispering soothing words in his ears. 

“Maybe he’s not coming.” Logan said, looking around the room, full of people and yet empty still. 

“He said he would, they’re probably just late.”

Yeah. They probably were. Logan sighed and shook himself out of his thoughts. He had been looking forward to this, all of his friends were here. Leo was here. Logan was happy, he could enjoy this. He had just resolved to go talk to Noelle when there was a final knock on the door. 

Logan tried not to race over, tried not to frown when June was standing there at Finn’s side. He knew June was coming. He was the one who had invited her in the first place! So why did it make him feel like someone had stolen all the oxygen from his lungs when he saw her there?

“Hey guys, welcome, come in, come in.” Leo ushered, smiling brightly, Logan’s glimmering star. He smiled and took their coats, putting them in one of the guests rooms  before coming back to the newest members of their little soirée. “What can I get you to drink?”

Leo was talking to June, but Finn smiled at him, following Logan behind the kitchen counter. “Nothing for me, I’m driving, but I’ll take a gin and tonic for June if you have it?”

Logan gestured dramatically to the space that had become their make-shift bar for the evening. “We have everything. Do you want a soda or something?”

Finn nodded, but went to the fridge to grab it himself and Logan couldn't help but think that he belonged here. In this kitchen. With Logan and Leo. 

“So,” He said instead, “How did you and June meet?”

Finn took a long sip of his drink and Logan didn’t watch the way his lips closed around the can. His throat bobbed as he swallowed and this time Logan actually had to look away before he got too caught up in his thoughts. “Wow, it’s been so long, I can hardly remember. Maybe at a party?”

June and Leo arrived came to join them, June taking her drink from Logan gratefully before rolling her eyes at Finn. 

“Harzy, you really have the worst memory. You had a problem with your car, remember?”

“Oh right, yeah! That was it!”

Leo raised an eyebrow. Fuck, Logan loved it when he did that. “You didn’t remember how y’all met?”

Finn flushed, his freckles being overtaken by a wave of pink. “It’s not like I did it on purpose! Plus, I never claimed I had a great memory.”

“Oh I think I’d have to agree with that.” Noelle intercepted, joining in the conversation. “Because otherwise, what would your excuse be for not telling me and Lo that we both had identical maid costumes?”

Finn burst out laughing, only just managing to swallow his drink before he spat it everywhere. Logan laughed along with him, his joy contagious.

“I mean,” Finn defended, “They weren’t identical.”

“Yeah, you didn’t have a duster.” Logan said, taking pleasure in teasing his sister. Truth be told, that moment of crossing her in the hall, the two of them matching was simultaneously one of the most horrific and hilarious moments of Logan’s life.

“I think we need to do a ‘who wore it better’.” Leo chimed in and Logan looked up at his boyfriend in mild shock. 

“Quoi? There’s no question? It was obviously me!”

“Nah ah!” Noelle argued, “It was me for sure.”

Logan looked up at Leo. “Leo, my love, light of my life, who wore it better?”

Noelle clamped her hand over Leo’s mouth. “That’s cheating! Non, we must ask everyone.”

Finn scrubbed his hand across his face and Logan thought he heard a chuckle along the lines of; “Oh my god, what have I done?”

Logan bit his lip as he went with Noelle to interrogate their guests. He wondered that a little too. 

“Drive home safe!” Leo called, waving the last of their guests out of the door. He shut it, and slumped back against it, exhausted. 

“Did you know parties were this exhausting?” Logan heard him ask. “Because I  don’t remember parties being this exhausting.”

Logan chuckled as he pulled Leo into a hug, surveying their mess of a living room.  “Wanna just go to bed?”

Leo pouted, looking around helplessly. “But- the mess.”

Logan smiled and kissed him. “That’s future Lelo’s problem.”

Leo shook his head fondly, but allowed Logan to pull him into bed, the pair falling quickly into a deep sleep, tangled together under the covers. 

Logan woke to the sunlight streaming in the open curtains. He blinked, scooting up the bed when he realised Leo wasn’t there. He was just about to go looking, when Leo came into the room, two mugs of steaming coffee in hand. 

“Bon matin.” Leo smiled, handing a cup to Logan. Logan groaned as he inhaled the earthy smell infused with what he knew was a ridiculous amount of sugar, but hey that’s how he liked it. 

“Merci, thanks darling I love you.”

Leo smiled happily, lifting his mug to his lips to take a sip, having climbed back under the covers. They were both sitting so one shoulder was leaning against the headboard, sideways in the bed so they could look at each other. Leo hooked their legs together, his free hand rubbing soothing circles over a patch of skin on Logan’s ankle. 

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Leo asked softly. Logan didn’t have to ask what he meant. 

“You know I love you, right?” He started, his heart thundering in his chest. What if this made Leo think that Logan didn’t love him? Leo though, seemed to know Logan better than Logan knew himself. He took Logan’s hand in his, pressing a kiss to Logan’s knuckles.

“Sweetheart, of course I know that. I love you too, nothing’s gonna change that, no matter what we talk about, okay?”

Logan bit his lip. “You like him too?”

Leo let out a breath that was more like a laugh as he ran his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. Yeah, Lo baby, I do, I really like him.”

Logan stared down onto his coffee, watching the way he could make it swirl in the mug gently. “I really like him too.” He met Leo’s eyes. “Is it okay for us to like him?”

Leo paused, tilting his head, a beam of sunlight glancing over his cheekbone. “I think so. We make it okay, right? If we want it to be okay, then it is.”

Logan’s chest hurt, his heart swelling in his chest. He moved carefully, making sure not to spill either of their coffee’s when he kissed Leo, hoping it conveyed all the jumbled up feelings and thoughts he couldn’t ever seem to put into words properly. “You’re perfect for me.”

Leo smiled and kissed him again. “And he’s perfect for us.”

Logan nodded, before a whine he didn’t make on purpose slipped between his lips. “June.”

Leo bit his lip nodding. “Yeah, June.”

Logan took their empty mugs and set them on the nightstand before curling himself into Leo’s arms. “Are we gonna be okay?”

Leo’s arms tightened around him. “Of course we’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna be just fine. I love you, I love you, I love you. I like Finn, I like him a lot and I want him. But I love you and that will always be more than enough, yeah?”

Logan nodded and Leo bent his neck to rest his head in the crook of Logan’s neck, Logan reaching up to twine his fingers in those golden curls. 

“Yeah,” He whispered, “We’re gonna be just fine.”

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Silva Lining (Saul Silva x Reader) Chapter 18

Warnings: swearing, angst, sexual harassment? (Andreas is a creep)

Word count 2.9k

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It wasn’t a mirage, your weren’t going crazy. You couldn’t believe what your Mum was telling you.

“She just thought she killed me, I could sense you were there and I knew her true motives. Before she could strike I confused her with my magic, tricking her mind and everyone arounds minds into seeing what I made them see. In reality, I was still standing there, hidden by a vale of magic, very much alive. I’m so sorry I put you through that, but she knew you were hiding there, your reaction needed to be real or she would never had believed I was truly gone.”

You didn’t know if you were crying sad tears or happy tears, all you knew is you were relived that it was all just a cruel trick of the mind and not reality. You were exhausted and couldn’t help but yawn as you sat around the fire. Looking around you watched the withered and tired faces of your friends too, Sky, who’s hair was disheveled from the amount of times he’d ran his fingers through it, a trait he’d no doubt picked up from Silva. The other specialists, rigid and too on alert to fully relax and rest. Your Winx girls, all weary eyed and weepy from your mothers story. Sam, still rattled from his almost deadly encounter with the Burned one and then Mr Harvey, who probably had the most to worry about. His children in danger, the reappearance of his thought dead childhood friend, his missing childhood friend Silva and the fact the school is under siege. Would you ever catch a break?

Budging up and being flush, side by side next to Farah Dowling didn’t seem like a weird thing to you anymore. If anything her not so deadly death put things more into perspective for you. You would be lost without her after just finding her again. The warmth that radiated from your mother was comforting, your eyes felt heavy, but still, your mind didn’t rest. No, not without your Saul.

One by one your friends turned in, calling it a night. Now that your mother was back and had helped Ben Harvey reinforce the barrier, it might be the first night some people actually got a decent sleep. Just like old times you were sharing a room with the girls. The ‘Winx Cabin’ as Musa liked to say.

It wasn’t long before you were snuggled down under your stolen duvet, wondering about what would happen next. Surely the next step was getting Saul back, but how? Your thoughts were interrupted by your mother, approaching your bedside she dipped down. You were on the bottom bunk, Stella on top.

“I’m so proud of you, you know that. Bringing all these people to safety, finding a way to stay strong even when you thought all hope was lost. I’m sorry for what you had to see, but i’m here now and trust me, we will get Saul back.” With that she whipped the tears that fell from your eyes, kissing your forehead she whispered something you couldn’t quite make out and then before you knew it you were sleeping, for the first time in a few days.

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Saul smiled at you. The same old smile that made your heart squeeze in joy and so so so much love. You had never loved anyone or anything as much as you loved the man in front of you. You knew looking at him you would take a bullet, arrow, blast of magic, whatever it was, you would die for him.

His fingers traced the line of your jaw, calloused but at the same time soft and tender, he knew how to touch you, you were his, to him you were the most precious thing in all the worlds.

“What are you thinking about?” His rough voice made your core tingle, your nipples hardened against the light fabric of your top.

“Us, how much I love you, how i’d do anything for you.” His eyebrow raised and he couldn’t help but smile. If he felt anything like how you felt in that moment, his heart would be beating 2x faster and his emotions would be overwhelming.

“Before I met you, I didn’t really believe in Soulmates. I knew they were a thing, just like i’m a Specialist and you’re a Fairy, but part of me thought it couldn’t be real, maybe because I didn’t think I deserved someone as amazing and loving as you, but now I know, I know that all this time I’d been wrong. I love you more than you could ever know Y/N.”

Lately you were used to waking up with tears in your eyes but your pillow was soaked. You’d been crying in your sleep, your eyes were bloodshot red and your nose blocked. God, another memory. Your heart was starting to physically hurt from being away from Saul. Maybe it was a soulmate thing? You had to get him back. It had to be today, you couldn’t wait any longer.

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“You can’t just barge in there without a plan, it’s a suicide mission!” Your friends were having none of it. You’d decided that you were travelling to wherever the hell the Royal prison was and you were going to get your man back. Your mother had seen where they had taken him, being a mind fairy had its uses.

“Well you’re more than welcome to come with me, but I need to get him back, I can’t wait any longer! God knows what he’s going through and i’m not just going to sit here and wait for someone else to swoop in and save the day. It’s not going to happen!” You looked at all of your friends, they all had people now, boyfriends, people they were getting to know, they should know how it felt, even if it was just a fraction of what you felt for Saul.

“Terra what would you do if it was Helia, or Stella, what if it was Brandon! I could go on and on but you know what i’m getting at. If it were any of you in the situation, you’d be doing the same thing!” The shouting had attracted the rest of the camp, the Specialists running over to see what all the commotion was.

“You know, I agree with Y/N.” You were certain that Sky would have your back, even though he was fighting with his emotions as well, Saul was more a father to him than Andreas, he’d been alive this whole time and instead of seeking out Sky, spent his years fathering Beatrix instead.

“But first, I think we need to get a few things.”

With that, a plan was set in motion. As all good plans went by teenagers, it was on a need to know basis, which meant the adults… didn’t need to know. They would stop you if they knew what you were planning which is exactly what you didn’t need right now.

The plan was simple. Well, it seemed simple. You, Bloom, Stella, Sky and Sam would go through one of your portals back to Alfea for the supplies that you’d need to get Saul back. It was a risky plan, but everything you needed was in your Suite. You’d be in and out before anyone knew you were there.

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The castle seemed quiet. The whole atmosphere seemed different since you’d last been at your school. It looked darker, less vibrant, sad almost. Everyone would be in bed by now which gave you the perfect opportunity to get in and get out again. Your portal had opened right in the centre of the living room. Your heart shattered when you noticed things out of place, up turned furniture, items strewn across the room. It wasn’t as bad as you’d expected though.

Sky and Bloom stood watch at the suite door while you got to work. First you’d need a bag, luckily your man had no shortage of military grade duffle bags laying around. Next, Sauls wardrobe, you grabbed some outfits for him, packing jackets, shoes, boots, the lot, not knowing where you might have to run to next. Then it came to weapons. The vault didn’t look like it had been tampered with. You looked sheepishly at Stella and Sam when they let out a low whistle. Impressed. Wait until they saw what was inside.

The code hadn’t changed for as long as you’d known the vault to an entire bedroom war room existed. The date Saul found you crying over one of the monsters your father had created and Rosalind had used, even before you found out you harnessed ancient magical abilities. With a click, the door swung open and you listened for the sure gasp of your friends behind you.

Guns lined one wall, Knives another. You went over and clicked a button on a hidden panel and even more sections of room appeared. Multiple stacks of uniform, cash, smaller objects like tiny daggers, grenades and smoke bombs and even some tactical equipment like ear pieces and tiny cameras. Your man had everything, was he a Specialist, a spy, an evil hit man? Who knew when you looked at his haul. It was pretty impressive. Each with a bag, you started filling up with everything you could take, swords, guns, even the little things. Anything that would help you in your quest to getting back the man you loved with every fibre of your being.

After you’d cleared out the vault and heaved the bags into the centre of the room, you packed a bag for yourself, you didn’t want to have to steal again just to get clean clothes, plus, it would be nice to have some home comforts. You saw Stella eyeing up your stuff, it hit you. You suddenly felt guilty.

“If were quick me and Sam could go and grab some clothes and personal things from the Winx suit, but not a lot okay. We’ve already been here too long.” She nodded and smiled gratefully. Bringing Sam was a brilliant idea, his ability to walk through walls would no doubt prove to be useful over and over.

You met him in the dorm, your swirling black portal closing behind you with a swoosh. Nothing was out of place, un-like yours and Sauls suite. It was as if time had just stood still. You both wasted no time, as quickly as you could the packing began, clothes for each of the girls, Stella’s makeup bag, Musa’s tapes, Terras travel bag of potions and powders as she liked to call it, Blooms sketchbooks and Aisha’s books.

Looking at the time you cursed in annoyance. You wanted to get things for the Specialists, Mr Harvey and your mum too but there was just no time, you had to get back to the others. With the bags, you and Sam in the middle of the room, the portal opened around you and you were sucked into the darkness.

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“Well, look what we have here. I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to come back so soon. Theres me thinking Saul used to go for the smart girls, obviously I was mistaken.” You froze as you stepped out of the darkness. Andreas. His sword was flush against Skys neck, Bloom and Stella pinned to the wall by some of his royal guard goons.

“Drop the sword, we both know you’d never hurt your own son.” His mouth cocked to one side in an evil smirk. Your hands flexed at your sides. You were ready for a fight, lord knows you needed to take your anger out on someone.

“That’s where you’re mistaken.” To emphasise, he pressed the sword harder against his sons neck, small beads of blood pooling around the broken skin.

By now, your eyes were as black as the night sky. You could tell the sight had unnerved the guards, their hold on your friends loosening.

In a flash Stella warned you to close your eyes and her light erupted around the room stunning those who didn’t react fast enough. Luckily, you and your friends knew what she was doing and the only ones effected were the people it was intended for. It didn’t stop Andreas from charging forward though, his heavy muscled body colliding with yours, sending you flying to the floor with a hard thud. Your ears were ringing, the knock to your head making you feel like a cartoon with tweety birds flying around. With blurry eyes you could see Bloom and Sky fighting off the Royal Guards, while Sam and Stella were running to you. Andreas got to you first, landing his fist on the side of your mouth, his body coming over yours, pinning you down, straddling your waist.

“I see what Silva saw in you, pretty little thing.” His breath fanned across your face, his tongue sneaked out between his chapped lips and darted across your cheek, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Too bad, when i’m done with you, you won’t be so pretty anymore.” His fist came back again, but this time you were ready. Sauls fight training kicked in, you bucked him off you and rolled away from under him, it surprised him which you used to your advantage. Your hands thrown forward, black tendrils of your smoky magic sprung free, encasing Andreas. They wrapped around him like vines, tightening, his arms unable to lift from his sides. With one flick of your wrist, you sent his body hurtling into the wall. Then there was silence.

Bloom and Sky had taken down the Guards, Stella and Sam had gathered all of the supplies and you, you looked around at what was left of the room you once shared with your Saul. Meeting in the middle, you took Skys hand as he took one last look at his unconscious traitor of a father, before you all sank away into the abyss and back to the safety of your camp.

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The camp was just as quiet as the school had been. There was no way they could have found you, right? You’d half expected your mum and Harvey to be screaming at you by now but the screaming didn’t come. Instead, raised voices could be heard beyond the barrier that protected you all from whatever was out there. This couldn’t be good. One knee to the ground, you were unzipping a bag with weapons, passing them out to those around you. Swords for you and Sky, a gun for Sam, Bloom opted for her magic and Stella, Stella had her badass ring, which before now you didn’t know doubled as a frikin magical sun staff? She shrugged when you looked at her.

“We will be talking about this later you secret sun ninja.” You jumped when the voices got louder. Following the direction of the heated talking, it didn’t take you long before you saw…actually, you weren’t sure what you were seeing.

A man and a woman dressed in some weird sort of black armour, face to face with your mother, the other Winx girls, the specialists and Mr Harvey. Now you as well. Your appearance attracted the gaze of the scary looking strangers. You raised your sword.

“Who are you and what the hell do you want, it’s been a long fucking night and I can’t deal with anymore shit right now.” You groaned, holding your head, a pain blooming behind your eyes, that fight with Andreas must have done more damage than you thought.

“Princess, we come in peace. We are mere messengers sent by your father, King Tenebris. You are all in danger, in 30 minutes royal troops will descend on your camp, we’ve been monitoring the situation. Rosalind deceived your father and now he wants to make amends with you. You are in danger if you stay here. Please come with us.” Information overload or what. You scoffed. These people and your father were just as bad as bloody Rosalind, why should you believe them?

“Why should we trust you, when all my father did was send the burned ones to attack my school!” The female guard took a confident step forward and held out her hand.

“An hour ago, your father ordered a specialist trained team of dark guards to extract Saul Silva from the Royal prison of Solaria. He is waiting for you at your fathers castle where you are all invited for safe housing.” Your heart felt like it skipped a few beats, how did you know it wasn’t a trick?

“He said you’d think it was a trick, he asked me to give you this.” In her hand, the dog tags Saul wore everyday. He never took them off, you touched the diamond ones around your neck. They were telling the truth. You looked to Musa and your mum, the mind fairies nodded, conforming the truth.

A booming sound ricocheted through out the forest. Time was up, it was time to go get your man.

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I think it's the first time I drop something in your ask box ?🤔 Anyway, congrats on the 300 followers! 🥳🎉🎉 So, I had a very hard time choosing a prompt👀 But here we are! Can i ask prompt 23 for Rosinante (Yeah I know, I'm a girl full of surprise 👀)with a fem! reader? You can put it in a Modern!Au setting if it's easier for you ❤ Luv u sweetheart 🥺

Hi babe! I went with in series, to give the softest clown a little in series love, he hardly gets enough love as it is! Due to the nature of the prompt, the story is a little angsty, but no worries, I can spoil a little that the ending is going to be good! I hope you like it and that it satisfies your wonderful Lusinante heart a bit! Much love!

Don’t ever leave again - Donquixote Rosinante (Corazon) x Reader 

Cliche with bae prompt #23: “Tell me why you did it” “because I love you”  Character: Rosinante - Word Count: 1.8k hurt/comfort - angsty with happy ending  ? 

You were in love. Madly in love. Deeply in love. It wasn’t the easiest of relationships. It was all secret. But it didn’t matter to you, because you had never been this happy. 

You couldn’t even remember how you got close to Donquixote Rosinante. You certainly went out of your way to avoid his flamboyant brother. But something in his silence drew you closer. And before you knew, you had discovered his secret, and not long after that, you had uncovered his heart as well. 

The relationship was strange, sneaking around all the time, Devil fruit activated bubbles of silence in order to whisper words of affection. He preferred visiting you in your house, so he could ensure no one would follow him. He never stayed the night, never really stayed long. He never really explained what exactly was going on. Why all the sneaking around had to happen. But you knew the family could be dangerous and refrained from asking too many questions. He had told you himself: the less you know, the less danger you will be in. 

Often times you felt like it would be better to break it off, to let him go. But the mere thought of never being able to see him anymore, him never hugging you to his chest anymore, no more running your fingers through his soft blonde locks, no more kissing as if you were both desperate for the love you never got to experience outside the bond the two of you shared, just crushed your very soul. You’d never be able to leave him. 

So when he came to your house in the middle of the night, urging you to pack your bags, you complied almost immediately. You were going to run away together. Away from his crazy brother and away from all the madness, all the secrecy. You could finally take the next step in your relationship, maybe even settle down together. It was a hectic night, but you fell asleep on the little boat he was using fairly quickly, completely ready for a new start. 

It took you a couple of days to arrive on the island. Rosinante had already picked out and prepared a little house. He had been planning this escape for months it seemed. He had explained very little on the way, being even more quiet than he usually was. He was probably just still very much on the lookout for danger. Even you knew that his brother’s influence was reaching pretty far, his network only growing every single day. 

The best moment came when the both of you finally went to sleep in the house. The comfort of an actual bed, the very first time you could actually sleep in the arms of your boyfriend, listening to the sound of his heartbeat and his soft breaths as you cuddled close, made you fall asleep almost instantly. You had never been happier in your life. 

So you were incredibly surprised to wake up without that presence. Had he gotten up earlier to do something? You listened if you could hear him stumbling around the house but to no avail. He could’ve easily used his devil fruit to sneak around quietly though, so you didn’t think too much of it as you got dressed and made your way downstairs. 

He was nowhere to be seen. Only a letter on the dinner table. You immediately recognized his clear, but messy handwriting. 

Dear y/n. 

I hope you can forgive me for doing this to you, but if you cannot, I will understand. I will never know, because you will never see me again. My brother was growing suspicious and I cannot let my cover be found out just yet. 

I moved you for your own safety. This is a nice island, nice people. I left you some money and food. Start a new life here. Do not seek me out. I beg of you. Our relationship was never meant to be. Besides, you could not love me if you knew all about me. Forget me, start anew. That’s going to make you truly happy. 

Burn this letter after reading, erase all traces and memories of me. It’s for the better. 

- Rosi 

You read the letter over and over and over and over, crying harder every time more of its meaning got through to you. He left you. All alone, away from everything you knew and was never coming back. He never even said he loved you. Your heart was broken, crushed, the pieces shattered, and right now. It felt like it could never be fixed again. 

You managed to adapt to life on the island relatively well. Rosinante had not lied: it was a very nice and welcoming place. In no time you had a job in a small grocery store, helping the elderly couple that owned it with picking up the heavier supplies and selling stuff all around. It was a nice life, and you were generally well accepted in the community. The initial pain of your one true love leaving you behind had subsided, but his absence created a hole that you didn’t think was ever going to be filled again. 

There was not a day you didn’t think about him or the letter he had written. You had burned it, like he had instructed you, but not before memorizing it. Every night in bed, you were thinking about it. It was almost a year after he had left you, and you still did not find peace with this sudden departing. And when you finally managed to fall asleep, he was almost always there in your dreams. Most of the time they were actual dreams, of green grass fields, and cuddles and soft kisses stolen as the two of you lay on the floor (he tripped, you lay down next to him so he wouldn’t be alone). 

Sometimes they were nightmares though, and tonight was such a night. Burning buildings, dark clouds of smoke making your eyes tear up and your breaths heavy,  your lover just out of reach as he left you behind. You, sitting on the ground, unable to move, unable to go after him, tears eventually falling from your eyes. This time around, rain was starting to fall, mixing with your tears as they slowly hit your face, creating even more smoke as the rain unsuccessfully tried to diminish the fires. 

You woke up with an actual wet face. It was raining outside, with pretty heavy winds, and you had forgotten to close your window before bed. You stood up to close the window when the very familiar scent of cigarette smoke hit your nose. You blinked a couple of times, your house was too far away from the village to smell anyone’s smoke, and it was literally the middle of the night. You looked through the open window and noticed a very familiar black feathery coat a step away from your front door.

You sprinted downstairs, not even sure what was happening. Maybe you were hallucinating, maybe even dreaming, but when you opened the door, your heart skipped a beat. There he was again, one finger to his lips, motioning for you to stay quiet. He had a sleeping child in his arms. You let him in, too confused to even speak if you wanted to.

You were not sure how to feel exactly. Your first instinct was joy. So happy that he came back, so happy to see him again, alive and well. But the more you thought about it, the more sad and angry you got about him leaving you behind in the first place. All the grief you went through, and only now you were healing again. You weren’t sure how much your heart could take still, and neither of you had spoken up yet. He put the child on your couch, placing his coat over it as a blanket and creating a silent bubble so the two of you could speak all you want without waking the little boy. 

“Y/n… I…,” he started off, hesitant to continue, not sure if he could ever say something to make it up to you, “I know I probably should’ve said something. But… it was for the best.” He took a breath, wanting to continue, but it was then that your brain finally caught up on the situation and your bubble burst. “Should’ve said something? You lied to me, took me here, promised me love, a life together and then just abandoned me! Far away from my family, my friends, everyone and everything I knew, in the middle of nowhere, all by myself! I didn’t get to say goodbye and we barely spent time together.” Your voice broke halfway through the rant, and you were trying so hard not to cry as you spoke. 

He walked over to you, touching your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, but you didn’t seem to respond to his touch like you used to. You sank to your knees crying, and continued speaking, although is was barely a whisper.

“Why..?  Why did this happen? Just tell me… why did you do this?” His heart was breaking at the sight of you like that. “Because I love you y/n, always have and always will.” He took a deep breath, sitting down in front of you. Close enough to be reassuring in some kind of way, but not so close that it could possibly make you uncomfortable. 

“My brother would have you killed. Your family too. I had to protect you. I thought, that if I just left without really saying anything, you could forget me and start a happy life. I did mean it when I said you’d be better of without me.”

“I was miserable Rosi. You made me think you never loved me… That hurt so much.” “And I am so so so sorry for that… I’d get it if you’d never want to forgive me.” You shook your head, leaping up a little so you could hug him, and he promptly fell over, having the general balance of an elephant on a unicycle, taking you to the floor with him, thankfully he served as a nice pillow. 

You sobbed as he rubbed your back, comforting circles as you repeated the same words over and over: “Never leave again. Promise me. I love you.”

He gets up a little, still holding you close to his chest, kissing the top of your head.

“I promise. I love you too.” You tilted up your head, and Rosi only had to dip down his for your lips to lock. The kiss was so much more intense than any kiss you had shared in the past. There was so much longing, loving, regret, and pure desperation. No fights for dominance, just your mouths fitting together perfectly as if it hadn’t been over a year. You were out of breath when he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. “There is a lot I still need to do. But I won’t leave without telling. I won’t lie about my feelings. And I promise I will always come back.”

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Future Plot: Project Titanomachy - Chapter 21

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Mount Olympus, Greece - 9:45 AM

Justinian's and Celeste's jaws dropped by the sight of the army, and this army isn't even complete; there's still a few more forces gathering.

Camille, Nebula, Telemachus, and Hera can see the reinforcements coming.

Nereids and Oceanids also came to join the Nymphs and Dryads, and they bowed towards Camille. Daemons from the underworld rose from the Earth and bowed before Telemachus who was carrying Hades's Helmet. Then a phoenix flew over and circled Mount Olympus. A living statue came late as the pack of hunting dogs gathered around him; it was Actaeon. Fauns, that looked more human than the satyrs and satyresses, joined in Roman armor. The last to join in the rally were the Acephali and the few descendants of the Amazons and the Lapiths.

Hephaestus, Hermes, Anteros, Arsenic, Kitzeh, Willow, Agent 7, Calypso, Cassandra, Agent 0, Agent 2, Agent Blueshift, and Nebulous all caught up with the six Champions. Everyone was amazed by the army that gathered here, and they were bowing to Camille, Nebula, Telemachus, Hera, Justinian, and Celeste.

".....Is this the Chronicles of Narnia?" Agent 7 looked at Calypso, assuming she knows the reference.

"Making that reference now, Seven?" Calypso was not pleased with how he's this whole gathering to a book. "There six children, not four!"

Hephaestus smiled, being glad to see the surviving members of Olympus gather.

It was only the deities that were given the divine right to live on Olympus: Aeolus, Dione, Harmonia, Hecate, Paean, and Pan. They were minor Olympic Gods that lived among mortals for centuries after the fall of Olympus. Sadly, the rest of the gods and goddesses that weren't there were ones that chose to pass away and become nothing but a part of nature and a memory. And Hephaestus cannot see his parents, all his aunts, all his uncles, all his siblings, all his cousins, all his nephews, all his, nieces, or all his descendants.

There were other gods and goddesses that were alive, but they didn't come to Olympus; they were the Moirae (The Fates), Iris, The Muses, Styx, and Charon.

Pan was leading the Satyrs, Satyresses, Fauns, and Animals (including the Phoenix) while Hecate had her powers over most of the Underworld Daemons. Dione and Harmonia were the ones keeping the Nymphs, Dryads, Nereids, and Oceanids united. Actaeon's golem-like appearance showed he was sort of immortal, but still vulnerable to the elements and to physical attack; he was there to lead his pack of dogs once more. Paean only came to provide assistance to the Champion of Asclepius.

The Acephali didn't have a leader, but they did believe in cooperation and coordination. The Lapiths looked to Nebula as their leader since Emerald, who was Champion of Apollo, is dead.  An Amazon named Diane was leading what appears to be thousands of archers and warriors, and they all looked up to Camille. And this is because the Champion of Artemis, Sapphire, wasn't there to lead them; Hermes has told them of the tragedy.

Hephaestus walks over to Camille and pats her shoulder, changing his mood by laughing.

"See, Champions?" Hephaestus is really happy. "Look how many of us are here to fight for you. And you, Camille, have Amazons by your side, ready to avenge the Champion of Artemis even after your exile."

Camille stepped forwards and looked at their leader, Diane. She had blue heterochromia eyes, tan skin, and auburn ink hair; she was almost Camille's age, but she's taller  and slightly muscular than Camille; there were distinct tattoos on her arms just like Camilla, and the shape and pattern was the same as well, but they were colored green instead of red.

"Champion of Zeus and Athena?" Diane addressed.

"Yeah?" Camille raised an eyebrow.

"Why aren't you properly dressed?" Diane noticed that Camille is still in the dress she wore last night during her meeting with a ghostly Artemis and Sapphire.

"...The war's not coming yet." Camille doesn't want to be in her Olympian Armor right now. "And I just got here a few minutes ago." She folds her arms.

"Oh... well... the Amazons and I got you a gift." Diane gestures one of the warriors to hand her a package that was wrapped in animal skin. She carefully unwraps it to reveal a girdle. "It was meant for the Champion of Artemis, but we heard of your strong bond with her, so we suggest you keep it."

The girdle was made from leopardskin with leather laces, bronze rivets, and colorless gemstones beads. Camille, at first, wasn't excited about the gift, but when the Amazon mentioned Sapphire, she couldn't just reject the gift.

Diana explained what the girdle is. "This Girdle is an heirloom passed down from generation to generation of Amazons. It is a symbol of honor and leadership to my people. Only I, as queen, can carry this garment, and I offer it to you to share leadership over my people."

Camille hesitated to take the girdle, but it wasn't in a nervous way.

"Is something wrong with the gift, Champion?" Diane asked.

".....No, I'm glad you're offering it to me... it's just that....." Camille doesn't have a certain reason.

Diane looks at the girdle and then nods to Camille. "I think I understand."

Then Camille decided that Diane keeps the girdle. "If this girdle is what makes you a leader... then I suggest you keep it. The Amazons need you as their leader more than me."

Diane can understand that, and so did the other Amazons, and they bowed again this time in a more traditional Japanese style. Camille smiled, hoping that it's enough to help her and Agent 0 in avenging Sapphire and Emerald. She can see the fire in their eyes, and that fire says, "Rhea will pay -- all the titans will pay".

Nebulous looks at Agent 7, Agent Blueshift, and Agent 2. "What kind of world war did you guys say that this was?"

After hours of mingling with the armies and then the minor gods, they started building camps around Mt. Olympus. Hephaestus had everyone return to the Forge to continue their meeting.

Hephaestus's Forge, Mount Olympus, Greece 10:00 AM

Camille soon realized something. "I forgot to ask this: while I was exiled, what did you guys tell my parents? They would've been real worried about me."

Hephaestus looked like he had an answer for that, but stopped. He looked to Agent 7 and Blueshift. Agent 7 was nervous as he answered.

"We told your parents....." Agent 7 took a deep breath. "We told them that you were missing, and I fabricated that I sent a search party to go looking for you."

"...Seriously?" Camille glared at him.

"It could've been worse than telling them you got exiled to a deserted island... that wasn't deserted at all." Blueshift turned his head towards Hermes.

Hermes shrugs.

"And as for my school?" Camille asked.

"They all shut down by my ordinance until further notice now that I have military powers." Agent 7 stops leaning back and takes off his flat cap hat. "No need to worry if you were tardy or anything. I told them it was for safety reasons. The same was with the turf wars and other events planned. However, there were exceptions as long as they have limited permits.

"It's the same for Octo Valley, Holy Byzantium, and all the countries part of the Argus Initiative," Justinian added.

"So what's next now that I'm back?" Camille wondered.

"First, we need to do a ceremony to make you a Champion again," Hephaestus explained, "And after that, my Champion and I need to complete the Hekatonkheires; the rest have to keep watch for Titan activity."

"You mean those gold, thousand-armed robots you're building out near the forge entrance?" Camille points outside.

"Well the three original ones died centuries ago, they were major players in the war against Titans." Hephaestus folds his arms.

"What about Chaodis?" Nebula asked. "Do you think we should go after him?"

"I rather not. I may want to give him a what for, but going after him not worth a super sea snail." Camille just wants to focus on the Titans. Her returning apathy is telling her not to deal with the betrayal.

"Derailing from the Hero's journey, Camille?" Agent 7 teased. "Or are you just too shocked that your boyfriend betrayed you."

"Oh eat an oyster, Uncle Sev," Camille responded.

"Ohhhh.... burn," Arsenic and Nebulous both commented.

Agent 7 rolls his eyes. Calypso chuckled.

"Camille has a point, the Champion of Eris can be dealt with later," Hephaestus answered, "All of you will need to continue keeping watch for Titan Activity."

"But what if Chaodis still has plans to stop us?" Celeste supported Nebula's concern over Chaodis.

"You two need to chill. Camille may have been betrayed by her boyfriend, he's stolen the Key to the Underworld along with the Omphalos Stone, and he's left some massive damage on all of us and to this forge." Telemachus puts Hades's helmet on the table. "And if we even go after him, who knows how powerful he is, and Eris might be alive and with the traitor. There's no chance our cooperation might defeat him, and it's a waste of time anyway. If you two want to go after him, be our guest."

"....You don't have to be mean about it." Nebula shook her head.

"Yeah.... but thanks to defending my choice." Camille sighed.

Communication devices started to go off, and they're coming from Agent 7, Agent Blueshift, Agent 2, Agent 0, and Calypso. They began taking them out and answering the calls.

"What now?" Justinian wondered.

Hera was getting a phone call from her mother, Erikka.

"The real question is how they're getting reception here," Hera wondered before answering the call.

After some chatting on their devices, the squids stopped to look at one another.

"Guys, my district is telling me something is coming towards Inkopolis, "Agent 7 warned.

"My island is saying the same thing," Calypso replied.

"Inkopolis Government is telling me and Agent 2 the same thing," Blueshift replied.

"You can say that it's the same for me," Agent 0 replied," The new Agent 0 is told me that it's some kind of meteor."

"My mother warned me about it as well," Hera responded.

"Kitzeh, any word from your mother or from the Octarian Government?" Agent 7 asked her stepdaughter.

"No, but I know the guys back at Octo-Valley have a sense to get civilians to safety." Kitzeh leans back. "Then again...." She got up, took out her cellphone and walked away.

"Arsenic, Hephaestus, do you think you can upgrade the transport to carry the army we have here to Inkopolis?" Nebula asked. She expected this to be a final battle.

"But we need to complete the Hekatonkheires projects," Hephaestus argued, "There's not time if a meteor is coming towards your city."

"Then how are those armies going to get to Inkopolis? It'll take days for them if they go by foot!" Camille supported Nebula.

"Come on, Hephaestus, we can leave the work to the cyclopes." Arsenic wanted to help her friends get the armies to Inkopolis. "We would need Celeste on this. She has Hestia's Heart."

Celeste takes out her clay orb and it lights on fire, making her change into her Olympian form. "You got it!"

Hephaestus sighs. "Alright... you Champions go on without Celeste and Arsenic. They'll be here to find a way to get the armies here to your city."

"This path is leading all the way to my guild, right?" Kitzeh isn't comfortable having a large tunnel opening behind her hideout.

"Just go, Champion of Dionysus," Hephaestus ordered. He then looked to Camille, "Before you go with the other, we'll have to make this ceremony quick."

Nebula and the Olympian Champions (Minus Arsenic and Celeste) started to get ready and leave the forge with Anteros and Hermes following. Anteros has his brother's Bow, Arrows, and Quiver; they were all tinted in shade of pink and the feathers were in shades of red. Calypso, Cassandra, Agent Blueshift, Agent 2, and Nebulous followed afterward, taking the usual tunnel to Octo Valley.

While Hephaestus performs the quick ceremony, Agent 7 quietly snuck around to enter The Vault where the Olympian treasures were. Camille actually detected him, so once she had Athena's spear in her hands, she follows Agent 7.

The Vault was still the usual all with 20 pedestals. The Pedestals of Zeus, Hera, Poseidon, Demeter, Athena, Ares, Aphrodite,  Hephaestus, Hermes, Hestia, Dionysus, Hades, Persephone, Asclepius, Eros, Hebe, and Eris were empty.

The Pedestal of Apollo still has his Lyre and Bow; the Pedestal of Artemis still had her antler crown, the Pedestal of Heracles still has his Nemean Lion Cloak.

Agent 7 was reaching out to touch it.

"What are you doing?" Camille gets in the way and moves his hand away from the cloak.

"...Sorry, I was curious," Agent 7 replied.

Hephaestus followed Camille into the Vault. "You shouldn't be in this vault."

"Again, sorry... I'll be going." Agent 7 quickly leaves, following the other to Inkopolis.

Now that Camille was in the Vault again, it pains her again to see the Antler Crown that Sapphire wore and the Lyre and Bow that Emerald wielded. No matter how much she fought the pain, the past experience has somehow got to her. Yet, this pain wasn't the same pain that left tears and agony.

"You miss them, do you?" Hephaestus asked.

Camille shook her head. "Let's not talk about it."

"It's okay to feel that way," Hephaestus picks up the Antler Crown and Apollo's Bow and Lyre. He and them to her. "Even if they don't call to you, you should take these."

Camille declines. "I'm sorry, but I--"

The two artifacts glowed blue and green in Hephaestus's hand. He is surprised to see the glow in those colors. To him, it was a sign; to Camille, it was a message from Emerald and Sapphire. The Nemean Cloak started taking shape as well, forming into a scabbard without a blade; it was marked with the Roman Numeral: VII.

Camille took a deep breath and took both the crown, the bow, the lyre, and the empty scabbard. She knew what to do with the remaining artifacts. She immediately leaves the Vault and heads on her way to Inkopolis.

Hephaestus followed her to the entrance of the path to Inkopils. He waves to her farewell. "May Olympus be in your favor, Champion of Athena and Zeus!"

Camille's shoes glowed gold and owl wings sprouted from her back again. The carts were all used, but that didn't stop her. She decided to go on foot, finding her speed to become faster than the race car she drives; And even in flight, the speed is crazy fast. Next stop: Inkopolis.

This is it, she thought.