#just some fluff :)

[konigsblog]

I wanna give König a spa day. Lay him down, give him a nice massage, wash his hair and use some bubble bath and such for funsies, just let him relax and be taken care of for a bit. I think he’d really like that, and lord knows he probably needs a massage…

KÖNIG'S SPA AND REST DAY ⭒ (you take care of him, no mentions of anatomy, gn!reader. non sexual nakedness - just an intimate, relaxing moment together that you two can enjoy feeling vulnerable yet safe. fluff) ...

something könig struggles with is pains in his back, usually from when he used to hunch over due to hitting his head repeatedly on lights and doorframes, so now adjusting to his full height sometimes aches his back. you run the bath, bubbly with soft bubbles, letting him sit down as you light a candle, his favourite smell; gingerbread and vanilla.

you watch as he grunts, a bit crunched up due to the bathtub size, feeling your soft hands wander all over his wet skin. könig shuts his eyes, huffing at the soft smell that reminds him of christmas; a time to give and love eachother. your smaller hands rubbing out all throbs in his shoulders. a low moan leaves his lips, quiet yet pleasurable. you apply shampoo onto his hair, massaging his scalp as he looked into your eyes like a cat desperate for pets and scratches. “schaztchen..” he whispers, the lukewarm water against his scalp dripping onto your lap as you giggle gently.

a hair mask and conditioner was then applied, leaving his hair smooth, soft. you let his hair air dry and take him into the bedroom where he laid down against the bed, his body still bare, yet not worried and fearful as he felt trust in you - his lover. you praises made his heart warm; that he's doing so well, how much you love him and appreciate his efforts. rubbing oil onto his back and rubbing small circles onto the pains, cracking his back satisfyingly and making him groan from the feeling.

you only noticed when the sounds of snoring came, deciding to get naked beside him, an intimate yet non sexual moment as you laid his head on your chest and letting him rest. you fell into a sleepy haze, cuddled into him with the sun setting down.

[arcielee]

Sigh No More

Summary: You are having a bad day and your boyfriend makes you smile.  Paring: modern Aegon Targaryen x FemaleReader Word Count: 606 Warnings: Implied sexy times, but this is purely fluff.   Author’s Note: This is a short piece for a pick-me-up for my tumblr bestie @f4ll-for-you​ ♥ I appreciate what you have helped me with, like you have no idea. I wrote my Modern Aegon is more golden retriever after he successfully completely the rehab and therapy poor bb desperately needed. 

It was one of those days where you felt everyone was speaking in tongues and that it did not matter how you presented your thoughts, for they would just be misconstrued. It left you with a defeatist mentality, only wanting to escape from this reality and just return to the comfort of the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. 

That was the repeated thought as your steps brought you to the threshold, a small smile to your lips knowing that on the other side was your comfort and peace. When you open the door, it is the scent that welcomes you first: clean laundry, it seems, mixed with the flavors of your favorite cuisine. 

You round the hallway, following the soft noises from the television in the living room. You see Aegon on the couch, propped on his elbows on top of his knees and his brow scrunched with focus on the screen; there is a color combustion of the current first person shooter that holds his attention. 

“Ah, fuck it,” he falls back into the couch, his hand still holding the controller and a crooked grin across his face. He turns to look at you, his eyes bright. “Why do I play this when I fucking suck?” He asks with the smile that still makes your heart flutter. 

You can only give a weak smile in return though. “To escape reality?” You offer, removing your shoes and padding towards him. He is quick to set the controller down and reach for you, pulling you into his lap and he begins to cover you in exaggerated kisses on your face and neck, not stopping until a giggle finally erupts from you.

“Aegon!” You cry out, but your smile is not as weak as before.

He stops, leaning back against the cushions, his hands have a firm hold on your thigh. “You seemed in need of some kisses,” he shrugged, a roguish smile on his face. “Now, I know you came in and saw I was gaming, but I was only celebrating that all the laundry in our apartment has been cleaned and folded and put away,” he was grinning with pride. “I figured you were beat from work, so I just ordered some take out and we can maybe watch something, and then for dessert…” his eyebrows wiggle suggestively, but he paused when he saw your face. “Hey,” his voice soft, his palm reaching to cup your cheek. “What’s going on, pretty?”

You sigh and you know your eyes are glassy, your heart pressing against your chest. Aegon had unknowingly erased the awful day away with gestures that were so seemingly natural for him.

You fall against his chest, wrapping your arms around his neck and he pauses, allowing you to shift and melt against him before he wraps his arms around you, his hand rubbing slow circles between your shoulder blades. His words are soothing, “It’s alright, you’re home and we can just relax…” 

You finally pull back and press a soft kiss to his lips. “Hmm, I think I want dessert first…”

“Yes,” he pulls back, his blonde hair in disarray and quick to to stand up, pulling you to your feet. “That’s a brilliant idea. Dessert first,” and he bent at the waist, pressing his shoulder into your lower abdomen to lift you up onto his shoulder. 

You give a mixture of a giggle and a shriek, squirming in his grasp, “Aegon!”

“Don’t worry,” he gives a solid smack to your ass and laughter spills from your lips. “I have you,” and he moves towards the bedroom, your giggles echoing throughout the apartment. 

[lilquokka04]

🤍Skz Reaction to You Wearing a Bikini🤍

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- sliiiiightly suggestive but mostly just fluff

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-Chan

Endless compliments

Proud dad smile that you felt confident enough to wear it

Lots of back hugs

Shoulder kisses

Puts sunscreen on your back

-Leeknow

Shy baby when he first sees it

Extra clingy

Gets jealous if a guy so much as looks in your direction

Plays with the strings a lot and jokingly pulls on them if you guys are alone

-Changbin

Can't believe how beautiful you look 🥺

Turns into a little baby

Hugs you and says no one else gets to see you like this

Encourages you to wear it all the time

Tummy kisses

-Hyunjin

Has to take pictures of you at the beach cuz you look gorgeous

Has a towel at the ready when you get out of the water so you don't get cold

Spends the whole time admiring the way look and forgets about playing

Plants kisses to the top of your head

-Han

Shy baby #2

Hesitant to look at you cuz he's scared he's gonna make you uncomfortable

Finally gets the courage to say you look really really pretty

Gets really whiny if all of your attention isn't on him

Will wrap his arms around you if he sees a guy staring

-Felix

Cannot stop smiling at you

Finds you pretty in everything so he won't have that much of a reaction

But he does check you out and probably teases you

Still attacks you in the pool 😂

Makes sure to compliment you and the outfit afterwards

-Seungmin

Also doesn't have much of a reaction

Does get really protective though

Makes sure everything is tied really tight

Wraps a towel around your shoulders or waist when you leave the water

Careful about how he plays with you

-Jeongin

Shy but tries to hide it

Still playful but makes sure to be extra careful too

Constantly on the look out for weirdos

Lots of shoulder kisses

Probably pinches or slaps the exposed skin just cuz

[babushkatty]

Now this, this is good. Finally some good fucking food.

I can't even begin to tell you how tired I am with the whole SAGAU stuff with this yanderish, villain and other edgy/hurt stuff. I saw the beginning of the SAGAU saga and it was so inspired with many pretty ideas before everyone fell to the same idea over and over. Your tales are refreshing, they bring back a bit of the good old days.

Keep up the good work my friend, I look forward to more of your work. (No pressure tho! Take your time)

I recommend you check out Boar!Creator and Otter!Creator (same author) series, it's delightful and it's all good vibes there!

I was simultaneously giggling into my pillow and melting into a puddle of cuteness when I read their posts.

[astrophile-imagines]

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Aemond and you had been friends since childhood, you being one of Halaena’s maidens.

He had always been sweet towards you, unlike Aegon who always tried to get your attention in the worst ways possible, pulling your hair and calling you names.

You had always been an adorable child, having everyone love you, by simply seeing your smile, you may not have been the prettiest, smartest or toughest, but you were the kindest.

It was this kindness that led you and Aemond to become inseparable.

After the fight where he lost his eye, you remained glued to his side. You would read him books with the aid of his mother to make his bedridden days pass faster. You would bring him sweets from dinner, the maesters never truly agreed, but would turn a blind eye when seeing the prince’s smile.

Time kept passing, but your friendship never changed. You grew into a proper lady, carrying yourself with grace, turning necks with you parading through the halls. And he grew into a fearsome warrior, strong enough to protect his family.

Everyone had noticed how the pair had changed, both of you included.

Aemond was not known for his smiles, but if anyone paid enough attention they would see his gaze glow and lips pull into a soft grin the moment you appear. He wouldn’t let you ever see this side of him, only showing you his smirks and winks, enjoying seeing you huff everytime.

And you… everyone knew you were in love with the prince, if you had an angelic aura every passing second, whenever the dragon-rider stood by your side, you turned into an actual angel. Your attention centered solely on him, smiling with flushed cheeks whenever he looked your way.

No matter how hard you had tried to kill this hope, a little part of you kept dreaming about Aemond declaring his love for you. Maybe at night, running to your quarters, being unable to hold himself back any longer and crashing his lips onto yours. Or taking you away with Vhagar, somewhere private where he would scream his confession for only you to hear.

But this never happened, and you were beginning to realize you were growing older. Your parents kept pestering you about the new dance, where there would be many lords and heirs for you to meet. 

You decided that if the prince did not ask you to accompany him to the banquet you would let go. Find a good enough man and settle down.

And so you did, Aemond didn’t utter a word about the dance, he saw it as just another night where he could drink and get rowdy with his friends. 

What he did not expect was for you to enter the hall on another man’s arm. You were glowing brighter than usual, with your hair braided into an intricate bun, a golden necklace resting on your collar bones, and your jeweled hand grabbing the young man’s arm.

The Lannister wasn’t the best company, but he seemed fine, just fine… let’s be honest, he wasn’t Aemond. Throughout the whole night you kept stealing glances his way, hoping he would approach you and ask for a dance like he always did. But it seemed he was ignoring you, not once did your eyes cross. 

The golden lord didn’t even notice how your eyes kept straying away, your leg bouncing agitatedly, your breath turning quicker and quicker… you couldn’t breath, this was too much, why did you have to do this? why couldn’t you just accept things as they were? as they are? You were spiraling, losing focus, until you felt a strong hand on your shoulder, expecting to see the lord you simply shut your eyes, hoping to disappear.

“My lady, did the young lion hurt you?” Aemond was standing right behind you, staring down at the boy who could barely explain himself. You knew he would cause a scene if you didn’t stop him soon.

“No, I only need to take some air, do not fret my prince.” And with that you left both men, rushing towards the nearest balcony, but no matter how fast you ran, heavy boots kept following you.

“Stop it! I can go on my own, I will not get lost”.

“I just want to make sure you are safe, you look faint”. You couldn’t help but laugh, now he looks at you.

“I have managed the whole dance without you looming over me, I do not need your pity.”

“Don’t speak to me like this, I am not your prince, I am your friend and this is not pity.” He finally caught up to you, spinning you around, the only barrier separating you were your hands on his chest. “What is going on? Why are you acting like this? I barely recognize you.” 

He tried to maintain his eye on yours, but you kept avoiding his gaze. “I am not the one who is acting strangely, you ignored me the whole evening. What was I supposed to do? Wait in a corner for you to finally grace me with your presence?”

He let go of your arm frowning. “I did not want to disturb your time with that… boy. You seemed to be having such a grand evening with him, finally acting like every other lady, giggling and twirling your hair like a… girl.”

That was what finally set you off, how dare he mock you, your sole duty and goal in life was getting married, there was nothing more you could do. You stepped forward, fury in your eyes and finger pointed at him.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me, Aemond. Yes, I am a lady, and I am a girl. I need to find a husband, I am no longer a child, unlike you, I cannot live my days doing as I please. I will not allow myself to disgrace my family, nor will I ruin my future because I am too prideful to “giggle and twirl my hair” at men.”

With that, you turned around, you couldn’t believe his actions, he was your friend, your first love, he had to understand you. 

“Wait!” He sprinted, blocking your way, his breath was heavy, you thought he would have been angry, but he almost looked gleeful.

He took your hands, bringing them to his chest, you could feel the rapid beating of his heart. And then he smiled, his whole face transforming, from the cold prince everyone feared, to the young boy you had spent your whole life with.

“Marry me.”

Your grip tightened on his gloved hands, you gasped but he was quicker than you.

“Think about it, we’ve known each other since we were babes, no one can treat you with more care than I. Your house is strong enough for my parents to accept, you would never have to worry about anything again.”

“Aemond, I don’t know if I can.” His smile faded but you continued, tears gathering in your eyes. “I had already accepted that I would have to marry someone who will never love me. Maybe I would befriend my husband, and that would be enough. But you… you mean too much to simply be that.” You let go of his hands, holding his face close to yours in one final moment of bravery. “I love you too much.”

Before you could burst into tears, his lips crashed onto yours, hands grabbing at whatever they could find. It was a desperate kiss, too many feelings erupting at the same time, fear of losing the other and relief at finally having each other.

You pulled away gasping for breath, your foreheads touching, looking into each other’s eyes, there was nothing but love, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

Jumping into his arms, he twirled you around, his own laugh resounding through the halls.

And he was right, there were no more worries in your life, only a future by his side.

[artofsoup]

Fluffy Hualian 🦋🌸

[giurochedadomani]

Mountains of gold

“It cannot be that bad”. 

The first button of Shanks’ shirt is missing. Mihawk lightly plays with the string of his collar as he tries to work past the sudden tightness in his throat. Is it bad, really? It seems like a reasonable request. Why can he not bring himself to actually say it?

Mihawk has a wet dream about Shanks.

READ IT ON AO3

[shiningqueen]

it's unexpected when one day, that there is something left out on the counter. a set of fountain pens with colored ink wells, finely made with accents of gold in black bases. who else could have gotten them if not mihawk? the idea that he'd been thinking of her, long enough to consider a gift of pens was suitable for a writer, makes the heart flutter a bit.

it's not frequent though. maybe once every other month whenever the warlord leaves to hassle rookies or complete some errant assignment from the government he deigned interesting enough to look into. he comes back to kuraigana with something for her. a book. a fresh journal. a hair clip in the shape of an exotic blossom made from tiny jewels.

fay is always gracious for the gifts, not overly so, but she will express her thanks with a word or sign language, sometimes even returning the gesture in her own way. embroidering a fine silk handkerchief for him. pulling strings to get vintage wines from her home island sent over. books as well, since it was a shared interest for them.

she tries not to read too much into the gifts. he never personally hands her them, just leaves them in common areas that she'd happen across them. but the small collection of things is near and dear to her.

[arceal-doodles]

* worth it

[arcielee]

28 and Billy x (my) girlfriend reader? 👉👈

Lyrics // "Scars are fading every day You seem a little more like yourself"

This drabble exists in the same universe as Lazy Sunday, just delving into how they first met. I hope you like it! 💜

It could be said that fate waited to weave Billy into your life, but you have never believed in that sort of thing. 

You would say it was purely happenstance that the coffeehouse was hiring after your quarter-life crisis that pushed you to withdraw from your university and live damn-near a nomad for half a year. You had sold most of your belongings to weightlessly flit across Europe, creating a constellation of cities visited until your fundings ran dry. 

At first your parents had been empathetic, thrilled even that their prodigal daughter returned to London, and even offered you to stay with them with your promise to enroll and finish your degree. You balked at their proposition, transitioning to flat-out refuse, and instead found your independence at this antique coffeehouse and a newfound passion for creating artwork in microfoam, with a natural skill that you quickly became renowned for. 

This was how you met Billy.

He moved as if he did not wish to draw any attention to himself, but your eyes noticed him, his long and lithe frame, and how he needed to dip to pass through the door to enter. There was an awkward grace with his gate as he moved towards the till, a flush staining his skin and the glisten of perspiration from a long day that was coppering his disheveled sandy locks, curling onto his brow and the back of his neck; there was a matching mess of stubble across his angular jaw. 

Despite the shop’s display to showcase your niche talent, he still quietly asked for a flat black. 

You watched him, your skepticism tucked away behind your now mastered customer-service-smile, as his slender fingers rummaged to pull out three £1 and one 50p coins that clanged onto the wood countertop. 

He then sat at the end of the bar, solemn and quiet, stirring in seven sugar packets and sipping gingerly. Your eyes would return to him and his morose air; there was something heavy on his wiry shoulders and it seemed to hunch him over his mug. 

In truth, he was kind of pitiful, and it tugged at your heart in such a way that when he finished his cup, you were quick to refill it without him even asking. It was then that he properly met with your gaze and that was the first time you saw his brilliant blue eyes that almost glittered under the fluorescent lighting. His lips curled with his soft smile when he thanked you.

You could not help your smile in return. 

He came back until it was habitual, always near the end of the day, the end of your shift, to a point that you found yourself making a fresh pot so the coffee would be warm and ready for his arrival. Billy–as you learned his name–showed himself to be an open book with any question you dared, and you enjoyed his low cadence as he shared about his life decisions that inevitably brought him here. 

The shame burned bright from him and your hand seemed so small when you reached across to lay it on top of his own, a light touch, your thumb drawing small circles. Billy was flustered with the gesture, his rose coloring bringing a new tensity so his eyes were now the same cerulean that stretched over a cloudless summer sky. 

“Why are you so nice to me still?” The conflict played across his sharp features, his obvious want for a connection but his own skepticism of your genuineness. 

You offered a small smile. “I like you, Billy,” you admitted, squeezing his hand for a moment. You then understood he would never make a move. “Let me finish closing up and I am going to take you to dinner.”

His flush darkened. “I’m still in my work clothes–” 

“And I’ll be in mine.” You interrupted with your laugh and his lips quirked in the corners slightly. “It won’t take me very long, wait for me?” 

And Billy did, finishing his coffee before pushing away from the bar so you could finish wiping it down. You could feel his eyes on you, brighter now, flitting along with your every movement until you finally stopped to stare back at him, arching an eyebrow to dare him, relishing in the lines that dimplied his cheeks with his shy smile.

You could not help but smile back; in part it was because you did actually like this pitiful boy, but also your quiet realization that the weight Billy had been carrying since he first came in had seemingly lifted from his shoulders on this night.

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[cherrypie00]

Ao3

[doevademe]

Here is another prompt, high school au where Percy is the punk skater boy who isn’t so much a troublemaker as trouble just happens to always find him, Nico is the smart loner boy who keeps to himself and thinks no one beside his small group of friends notices him, but Percy does. One day Percy sees Nico hanging out with Will and think that Nico might like and gets sad, but is determined to win Nico over so he dyes his hair blonde. Hilarity ensues. Bonus points if Nico and Percy were friends as kids but grew apart when Percy started high school

When Percy had turned 6, his father had brought home his old friends from college to talk about business ventures.

His excuse had been that his friends had children around his age, so he could socialize a bit more, since his reputation at school wasn't the best (the restroom thing had been a set-up, he'd tell anyone willing to listen).

While he had made friends with the Grace siblings, it was the younger di Angelo sibling that had become his best friend.

Nico thought everything Percy did was cool, and he would follow along with all his ideas and share the blame when they got in trouble.

He had never paid attention to the fact that Nico was two years younger than him. The boy was as mature as he was, and much cooler than the kids his age who would call him slow for his reading problems.

The two years only became a problem when it separated them once Percy entered High School. They didn't lose contact completely, but their relationship fundamentally changed once they had different schedules, subjects, and friendships (yes, Percy eventually managed to make friends his age aside from Jason).

Now they were together again but... Percy was a junior and Nico a freshman

The powers that be had decided that freshmen and juniors just didn't mix.

Percy hated that.

He was forced to see as Nico got his own small circle of friends, from Hazel Levesque and Frank Zhang to Reyna Ramirez-Arellano, and seemingly forgot about him.

In the two years since they shared everything, Nico had grown more reserved, meeker, while Percy had just decided to embrace his reputation as a troublemaker and dress the part (even if his record was remarkably clean despite the numerous incidents in science lab and gym), with ripped jeans, leather jackets, the whole package.

For the past two years, he had been convinced that he only missed his old best friend (couldn't call him that now with Grover around), and had been sad that even now he couldn't get back what they had.

That all changed when Will Solace entered the picture.

The boy was not subtle at all about his interest in Nico, and that had made Percy realize that he didn't just want Nico back as a friend, but to be able to tell Will Solace and everyone who tried that Nico di Angelo was taken.

"And that's why my life is over," Percy whined as his head hit the table at the library. "I can't just talk to him! At this point, we're more like acquaintances."

"You know, most ex-girlfriends would kick your ass for talking about your current crush with them," Rachel pointed out. Annabeth hummed in agreement as she turned a page of her book. "You're lucky you dated us."

"That's because I only like the coolest girls," Percy said, trying to butter them up. "Maybe they're cool enough to tell me how I can get Nico to ditch Solace and notice me?"

"Nice try," Annabeth said, putting her book down. "Percy, you don't even know if Nico is interested in Will Solace."

"Nico said he wanted to marry Phoebus when we were kids," Percy muttered miserably.

"The blond guy from the Hunchback of Notre Dame?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow. "Eh, I'm more of a Kristoff gal, myself."

"He also had figures of him! And John Smith, and I think Freddy from Scooby-Doo!" Percy's voice rose enough to get 'shh' from the librarian. He ducked his head and whispered, "Don't you get it?"

"That you guys watched too many cartoons?"

"No! He likes blondes, which means, Will has a chance!" Percy dropped again. "It's over, and it didn't even start."

"Percy, please," Annabeth said as she patted his head. "I'm sure Nico is not that shallow."

"But he has advantage," Percy said, voice muffled by the table. "Like, if we were even I could—"

Percy's eyes widened. He grinned like a maniac.

"Percy..." Rachel warned. Percy just shook his head.

"Thanks for the help I need to go now!" He said quickly and loudly, running out before the librarian could reprimand him again.

"He's going to do something stupid, isn't he?" Rachel said groaning. Annabeth picked up her book.

"Did you forget who we're talking about?" was all she said before losing herself in the pages again.

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Nico opened his locker, glad that it was a friday. Just one more day of classes and it would be him, Frank, and a night of Mythomagic Online.

Someone bumped into him and made him drop his books. It wasn't on purpose, but the girl who did it kept on going as if he was a ghost.

He sighed. He was already used to being overlooked, but it still stinged a little. In fact, no one had ever paid him much attention aside from his current friends and Will.

Well, no one except for Percy.

The older boy had been his hero all through his childhood, and he always fought to include him, even if it got him bullied by his grade peers for talking to 'a rugrat'.

Nico had come down with a bad case of the Percy crush when he was younger, but once he had started high school things had changed between them. Their schedules were too different, and even if Percy had vowed to keep their relationship, it had turned even more difficult when they both made their own friends and what little free time they had could no longer be spent together.

Now he only caught glimpses of the boy in the hallways, and they would pass by each other as if they were strangers.

"Need help?" Someone asked, offering a hand. Nico looked up to see a blonde guy with a charming smile. Nico took his hand and stood up.

"Thanks," he said, looking to make sure he still had all his books.

"You're welcome, Ni."

Nico froze. There was only one person who called him that, but...

"Percy?" He asked, looking closer to confirm that yes, the person in front of him was indeed his childhood friend. "What happened?"

This was so wrong. Now that he knew it was Percy, his face looked all wrong with that hair. Percy's natural dark hair made the blonde dye look darker in places, with patches that seemed almost red with the lighting.

"Just wanted to update my image." Percy shrugged. "What do you think?" He struck a pose. Nico stared for what felt like an hour.

The started chuckling.

It turned into full-blown laughter as Percy looked more and more confused.

"I... I'm sorry Percy, but it really doesn't suit you at all!" He managed to say. Percy's face fell, making Nico feel guilty. "B-but maybe you just chose wrong! Maybe a darker blonde would suit you better?"

Percy sighed and kicked at nothing.

"It had to be this shade," he said glumly. "It's the shade you like!"

"The shade I... like?" Nico repeated, confused. Percy blushed.

"It's the same shade as those Disney guys you said you liked..." Percy admitted quietly. "You know, back when we were kids."

Nico blinked. Some people were glancing at them, but at this point, Nico couldn't care less.

"The guys that I... Percy, did you dye your hair for me?" He asked, incredulous. Percy's cheeks turned a deep red.

Honestly, Nico was not far behind.

"I just... I wanted you to notice me." He crossed his arms. "I... I missed you so much, but here we are, almost three months after school started and... we still act like we don't know each other."

"Why didn't you try and speak to me?" Nico asked. "It wasn't like I would turn you away."

"Well I didn't know that!" Percy defended himself. "I thought maybe you had moved on, that you didn't want to be friends anymore. It's been two years, you know!"

"I thought... you had forgotten about me," Nico said. "You know, people tend to not notice me. They pass right by me. I thought you had finally gotten the memo."

"I've always noticed you," Percy said, smiling hesitantly. "Ever since you gave me that figurine for my sixth birthday."

Nico smiled back, leaning on his locker.

"And yet I never got you into Mythomagic," he said teasingly.

"The card descriptions are small! Blame my dyslexic ass!" He said, laughing. Nico laughed too.

The bell ringed. Nico needed to get to class soon.

"I have Chemistry," he said, almst sadly.

"And I have... to wash this dye off," Percy said back. They both chuckled. "But hey, if you're free, maybe we can have lunch together?"

Nico pretended to think it over. He nodded.

"I'd like that, Percy."

"Great! See you at lunch then!" Percy took a couple of steps backwards, not breaking eye contact until he bumped into Clarisse, who started insulting him.

Nico hurried to class. He berated himself. He was supposed to be over Percy.

His heart, however, was hammering in his chest, happy to disagree with him.

[defectivehero]

hypotheticals

“Hypothetically speaking, if I were to admit that I accidentally robbed a government building, what would you say?” James blurts out at his mentor, without so much as a greeting. Their mentor doesn’t so much as spare him a second glance, instead writing furiously on the document they seem to be annotating.

“Okay, that’s good,” his mentor responds, continuing to scribble notes. James hardly has the time to get excited before his mentor’s jaw promptly falls open. They drop their pen and look up from the papers at their desk, disbelief written all over their face. “Wait, what?”

“Hypothetically speaking, of course...” James preludes, grimacing before he can hide it. “What would happen if I accidentally robbed a government building?”

“How do you accidentally commit a robbery?!” his mentor hisses angrily. If the situation were any less dire, James would laugh. However, he’s currently focusing on trying not to throw up from the anxious feeling stewing in his chest. 

“I said it was a hypothetical scenario!” James exclaims. The defense sounds entirely weak, even to his own ears. His mentor evidently thinks the same thing, if their arms crossed over their chest and the disappointed expression on their face are anything to go by. 

“In a hypothetical scenario, where you hypothetically managed to rob the Treasury Building...” his mentor breaks off, rubbing at their eyes roughly. “I would have to kill you- hypothetically speaking.” The statement is a joke, clearly, but something hard in his mentor’s eyes suggests that there is some truth to it. James gulps and takes a half-step backwards, his heart beginning to race. 

“Well, let me just say that it was so nice to see you-” James chirps, backing away quickly. He can feel his mentor’s menacing glare despite the fact that he’s not looking. 

“James!” his mentor hisses, getting up to follow him. James grimaces before breaking out into a full run through the halls of the agency. He grins maniacally as he hears his mentor running behind him. Heads turn at the commotion they’re making and James can’t stop a grin from showing on his face. 

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[that-demons-angel]

New fluffy fic without spoilers for season 2, if anyone's interested :)

[gcldensnitch]

💐 for Martilina? 🥺🥺

A time when they received flowers.

their pure-blood families were excited for their upcoming wedding. it was a big event, after all! everybody who mattered got an invitation.

marty was annoyed by his mother's nagging and hated how luxurious the whole thing was. deep down, all he wanted was a small ceremony with his and selina's actual friends.

speaking of selina... marty could tell that his sweetheart was anxious. selina tried to hide it with polite smiles, being the perfect daughter that she always is. but marty could see how she just pretended. it broke his heart.

it was a week before their wedding that marty asked for mr and mrs fawley's permission to bring selina on a short walk by the lake near the fawley mansion.

selina felt like collapsing once they were out of sight. she was exhausted yet super thankful for her fiancé.

marty gently held selina's hand, pressed a loving kiss on top of it before giving the girl a bouquet of freshly picked flowers!

marty prepared. he wanted to surprise selina. and it worked. the love of his life smiled widely and stared adoringly at the gift.

+1. selina always thought that bouquet was 10 times prettier than the fancy one she held during their wedding ceremony.

[peantbutter-honeycombs]

Nothing Cuts Like a Mother I.

Summary | In the middle of a long day of travel, Imogen notices Illusaiyra’s exhaustion and offers to carry her with the promise of a story.

Author | Full writing credit to, @somethingwritey

Notes | This story was commissioned.

Warnings | Fluff

Parts | I. II.

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The day was hot.

Imogen could hear grumbling and complaining from various adult members of the Bells Hells, and they still had at least another few hours of foot travel before they could even think about bedding down for the evening.

And if the grown members of the party were tired, Imogen was sure the youngest among them must be exhausted by this point. She kept sneaking glances over at the smallest member of the Hells, who was trudging along in stride with that all-too-familiar stubborn expression sealed on her lips.

Back when it had just been Imogen, Laudna, and Illusaiyra, they’d done loads of foot travel across the continent, and Sai had never once complained. She was tough for a five-year-old—or, what appeared to be a five-year-old, anyway (she and Laudna shared some similarities when it came to their complex aging). Imogen worried sometimes that the little girl pushed herself too hard, trying desperately to keep up with the grown-ups in the party.

Then again, she could hardly point fingers. If Laudna and Sai shared aging traits, Imogen and Sai shared several personality ones—stubbornness among them. Perhaps that was why Imogen could recognize it so easily in Illusaiyra.

Up ahead, Imogen could hear Chetney bragging about his spry and nimble body— “try and keep up with an old man, would you?”— and Imogen just sighed. They still had such a long way to go

“Imogen?” came a voice off to the left.

Laudna, eyes wide and concerned as she jerked her head towards Illusaiyra—eyes narrowing in an unspoken question. Luckily, Imogen knew just what she meant.

“Ily,” Imogen called gently, hoping not to draw too much attention to the interaction. “Are you tired?”

“I can keep going.” The girl’s words were betrayed by the way her feet knocked together—nearly tripping over each other. Imogen’s arms shot out immediately, righting her.

“Careful, now.” Imogen wished they weren’t so far from their destination. She would like to rest (even Letter’s pace was dragging, and they didn’t even have feet to tire), but the party had already lost so much time. Traveling while tired was better than traveling in the dark.

“I’m fine,” Illusaiyra argued, shoulders falling just a little. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, and Imogen could only imagine how much her little legs must hurt.

“Sweet girl,” Imogen sighed. “What if I offered to carry you? Just a little ways?”

Illusaiyra was clearly considering the offer, eyebrows scrunched in concentration.

Desperate to reach some sort of compromise, the gears began turning in Imogen’s mind. She needed a way to sweeten the deal.

“I could tell you a story,” she said at last, trying her best to sound enticing. She’d learned a while back that children tended to respond better to excitement, rather than pity. Scratch that: everyone responded badly to pity.

As it turned out, a story was all Illusaiyra needed to agree. She paused in her tracks, holding her arms out for Imogen to take. Imogen scooped the child into her grasp, and Sai instantly wrapped herself around Imogen.

“Is this alright?” Imogen asked as they started up again, now falling to the back of the pack.

Illusaiyra nodded against Imogen’s neck, tucking her head against her shoulder. A thought flashed uninvited into Imogen’s mind, and she shrugged it off. She didn’t remember much about her own mother, but had often wondered whether Liliana had ever held her like this before leaving Gelvaan for good.

Not that she considered herself to be Sai’s mother or anything.

It wasn’t something she liked to give much weight.

“You promised a story.”

Imogen was brought back to the present by the small girl in her arms, and she laughed—a low rumble that was only slightly tinged with the wistful melancholy of her musings. “I did do that, didn’ I?”

Another nod.

Perhaps it was the memory of her mother or the nostalgia for the Gelvaan of her youth, but when Imogen started her story, it began in the sun-drenched fields of her hometown.

“When I was no bigger than you,” Imogen said, doing her best not to jostle Sai too much as she walked. “I would spend hours crouched along the fence line with my horse. Flora was my best friend, see, even in those days. My father wouldn’t let me ride her just yet—not until I was bigger. But he let me feed her and wash her and play with her.”

“What did she eat?”

“It’s not polite to interrupt a story.” Imogen said it with absolutely no venom. In fact, a smile played at her lips as she tapped Illusaiyra on the nose. “She ate all sorts of things, really, but I loved to feed her sugar cubes best. She’d eat them right out of the palm of my hand with her big, velvety lips. It tickled just a bit, and at that age, I used to be frightened she might one day bite my fingers clean off. But she never did, just so long as I held my palm out real nice and flat.”

Imogen’s family hadn’t been wealthy—not by a longshot. She and her father lived a quiet life tending to their horses and the fields, and sugar had been a luxury at best. Imogen would sometimes forgo her own dessert just to bring a cube or two out to the horse she loved so dearly.

Imogen sometimes missed the simplicity of those days, before her father started hiding from her, before the town started hating her, before everything had become so… confusing.

She didn’t tell Sai any of that, though. She just continued weaving an intricate story of the day she’d first gotten to ride Flora, how free she’d felt sitting all by herself in the saddle, the way every movement of the animal beneath her had been so fluid and steady. Riding was the time Imogen felt most at peace in the whole entire world.

Soon, she felt Illusaiyra’s body grow heavier in her arms, and the little girl’s head lolled against her shoulder—utterly asleep. Imogen smiled a bit, hoisting her up higher so as not to lose her grip. She’d play the part of Flora this afternoon, carefully carrying a tired little girl to safety. Pass it forward, or something of that nature.

She hastened to join the other party members up ahead again, falling back into step with Fearne.

“Oh,” Fearne cooed at the sight of Illusaiyra asleep on Imogen, her wide doe-eyes always just a little too innocent. “How darling. Look how she clings to you.”

“I’ve seen Ashton hold their hammer like that,” Letters offered.

“Shut it.”

“Not like a hammer.” Fearne’s laugh was a refreshing burst of energy. Out of all of them, she seemed the least exerted by the travel day. “More like… a cub of some kind! We have animals in the feywild, all furry and round. They cling to their mammas just like that.”

The word was warm against Imogen’s chest. Almost burning. She wanted to argue that, really, the comparison was ridiculous. Neither of them were furry animals, and Imogen certainly didn’t have the makings of a mother. She wouldn’t know the first place to start with any of that.

Ashton jerked his head towards Sai. “I can take Indy for a bit,” they offered. “If you get tired. I’m doing alright exhaustion-wise.”

But practically in response, the sleeping girl doubled her grip on Imogen’s neck.

“Apparently not,” Ashton grinned, shaking their head. “Fuck. Kids these days.”

“You were a kid once.”

“I still think she’s like a little cub.”

“The old man should not be faring the best out of this troop!”

“Pick up the pace, people.”

“We’re trying to travel quiet, remember?”

As the rest of the Hells’ voices carried up into the sky, conversation shifting and evolving like the sun’s slow descent towards the horizon, Imogen never once let go of Illusaiyra until they reached their destination.

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