#leo: okay but what if he lands a date and moves out

[cherrytraveller]

Day 78 of Leo trying to get rid of future Leonardo

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Prompt 30 - Uneven

@jegulus-microfic January 30 Word count 995

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“James?...James?” Regulus’s voice was small. 

“Do you really mean that?” James was trying very hard to stomp down the feelings that were slowly beginning to bloom through him.

“Yes. James, I want to come home.” 

“Then come home, Reg.” He knew the words had more meaning behind them, but he couldn’t examine that right now. 

“Okay,” Regulus said, the hope clear in his voice. “I’ll call you when I have a date.”

“Okay, Reg.”

They’d stayed on the line, not saying anything until James had said goodnight, and they both hung up. James stroked Leo. 

“What am I going to do, boy?”    

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“Is it because of me?” Barty asked seriously when Regulus went to him on Monday morning to ask about breaking his contract. Regulus shook his head. 

“Not in the way you think. You made me realise that what I really want is back home.” He waited for Barty to ask about it, but he didn’t. 

“I really don’t want to lose you as an employee.” Barty had recovered quickly, moving on to the next task. “Let’s spitball some ideas and see if we can figure this out.” Regulus hadn’t even thought of that as an option.   

They spent most of the morning agreeing on a compromise.

He and Barty had discussed him working remotely back in England and flying to New York every three months for a few weeks. It was a good plan. But at the end of the day, it was his father, Bartemius Crouch Sr, who had the final say.

He was called into Crouch’s office that same afternoon. He was nervous. This man was the one in control of his future. He knocked on the door and waited to be called in.  

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Sirius had told him the date that Regulus was returning two weeks ago, and Regulus had messaged him the night before to say he’d landed and asked if he’d come over for dinner this evening. He’d agreed instantly, only remembering about Lily when she got out of the shower and joined him in bed. 

He fretted over what he was going to say all night. He tossed and turned, eventually leaving the bed, worried he would wake her. 

The sun rose, and he hadn’t slept a wink. He heard movement upstairs as Lily woke. He put down the whisky he’d been nursing when he heard her coming down the stairs. She walked into the kitchen and went straight to the kettle for a cup of tea. 

“Erm—Lily—We need to talk.” He needed to get this over with. He’d been putting it off. Not quite believing that Regulus would come back. But now it was real. He was back in Grimmauld Place, and James had run out of time. He didn’t know what would happen between him and Regulus tonight, and he didn’t want to lie to Lily. She deserved better.  

He cleared his throat and continued. “Regulus is back.” She barely reacted. She just nodded slowly as she stirred the teabag around her mug. 

“For good?” She asked. Something flashed in her eyes, but it was gone so quickly James couldn’t tell what it was. 

“Yes.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.  

Lily nodded again. 

“Are you getting back together?” Her lips were pursed, and her shoulders had squared. James felt very small and found he couldn’t meet her eyes. 

“He wants me to go over tonight for dinner. So we can talk.” He still couldn’t look her in the eyes. She folded her arms across her chest, holding herself tightly. 

“I don’t want to upset you, Lily. But Reg he—” Lily cut him off. 

“James, I need to tell you something.”

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Regulus looked at the table he’d just set. Something was off. He walked around it, scrutinising his place settings. His eyes narrowed in on the culprit. The knife and spoon on James's side were uneven.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we? It has to be perfect.” He told the offending cutlery as he carefully rearranged them. He smiled down at the now beautiful table. 

‘Knock, knock.’ His eyes flashed in horror as he looked at the clock and realised he’d lost track of the time and James was here. 

He hurriedly removed the apron and smoothed down his shirt. The door sounded again as he jogged up the steps out of the kitchen and towards the front door. He paused for a moment to check his reflection in the hallway mirror. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his eyes were too wide, but he doubted James would care. 

He took a steadying breath and opened the door.

James stood there illuminated by the porch light and looked just as mouthwatering as he always had. Regulus had to concentrate to not jump into his arms and start kissing him.

“Hi,” He breathed. 

“Hi,” James replied just as breathy. 

They stood and stared at each other until Regulus realised they were still in the doorway and he hadn’t invited James in. 

“Come in. Dinner’s nearly ready. I made chicken Kievs. Hope that’s alright?” He babbled as he led James down into the kitchen. 

It was warm and cosy in there. Regulus busied himself with opening a bottle of wine while James shuffled from foot to food behind him.    

“Reg. Somethings happened.” He froze, hand hovering over the wine bottle. He looked up at the devastated expression on James’s face. 

“What is it, James?” His voice came out quiet and cracked. He could have sworn the temperature of the room had dropped. 

James swallowed repeatedly, wringing his hands together. All manner of scenarios played in Regulus’s mind. “James, I need you to talk. My imagination is going wild here.” His heart was thundering in his chest. He could feel it in his ears. 

James finally looked him in the eye and took one last shuddering breath before he answered. 

“Lily’s pregnant.” Regulus felt the blood drain from his face. “I’m the father.” 

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[myunghology]

hello, i love tsukasa suou and you love tsukasa suou what if i request for hcs for tsukasa crushing on someone who likes him back after experiencing an unrequited love? ((Definitely not talking about your floating series)) Anyways thank you and have a nice day~!

summary head canons for crushing! tsukasa. read ask for more details <3

pairings tsukasa suou x gn reader

tw none!!

a/n chat i love tsukasa suou!! also floating timeline!! tsukasas old crush is now leo's s/o 🥲🥲 but ofc you don't have to read the whole smau to understand this <3

hayst how do i even explain this?? this poor baby would just be finished healing from his old crush, when he saw you walking down the halls of yumenosaki.

other knights could see how much he adored you just because of his eyes, the way it would immediately soften once his stares landed on you.

as a lesson from his old crush, he avoided you. it was already obvious that tsukasa was still affected by what happened. just a happy crush— that's all it i-

@rizztsu_kumaz : why the fuck are you stalking their parents on facebook

@tsuk4s4_suou : LISTEN TO ME. listen.

he's either in denial, or is doing anything and everything in his power to make a move. from adjusting his classes to be in the same class with you to literally fullblown asking you out.

GENTLEMAN!!! offers to help you with everything and anything, even if its just carrying your bag, he'll do it just for you! he's down bad can you tell?

once he sees you returning his affection, he's going to go crazy (mentally, don't worry) also especially adores it whenever you run your friends fingers through his hair.

starts rambling to knights about it once more, and knights being excited about his new little crush for him and for you!! but in this case it's a bit obvious to them that you like him back. unfortunately tsukasa does not see that ummm..

his heart starts beating out of his chest whenever you smile at him, even if too just locked eyes for a glance. a very obvious blush creeping on to his face, it makes you giggle.

when he confesses— it's really very sudden. he has it all planned out, until he's standing right in front of you in the place where he asked you two to meet.

“i really like you, more than just a friend!" ?????

VERY surprised and emotional once he realizes you like him back, and gives you one of the most comforting hugs that has ever been given to you.

GREENEST FLAG EVER, would have no problem setting up boundaries, or even court you first before properly being your boyfriend.

tsukasa's the type of boyfriend to make you a playlist on spotify, write you proper love letters, take you out to frequent dates, and most importantly, be there for when you need him the most.

clingy, very clingy. you wish you could say you're shocked but at this point, i think we all know he's a little bit needy in the inside just for your affection and love for him ;(

after a long day, he always finds himself in your arms and his face practically buried into your chest as you comb his hair with your fingers— just how he likes it.

rich boyfriend, has an issue with spending all his allowance and his savings from working with knights on you. but of course he spends it responsibility!

when it comes to you though? uhhh.. not really that responsible. you want something? use his card. you're asking for his card to buy something? which one do you want to use? (he literally owns a rolex wtf.. it's so expensive??)

YEAHH.. but you're not that mean. the only time you ask for something is probably on your birthday if ever— only if he asks you. but its definitely going to be expensive.

and he says as an excuse, HE SAYS AND I QUOTE: "because you only deserve the best."

side eye.. okay mister smooth talker i see you???

myunghology: 🦭🦭🦭

[p0ssywhippedcream]

bbg if you write jason grace could you do him dating a daughter of Aphrodite (and obviously pipers ok w it coz she's gay) just imagine how cute

doll I saw a post the other day that said Jason never got to have a teenage love experience (weird feelings w/ Reyna, Piper awk) and it so shows!! here's what I mean

He's so embarrassing around you. You're just so pretty and so kind and so pretty and so, so pretty. He's got the biggest crush on you. Yeah, a crush on his gf.

You're always so nice to him. You hold his hand at the campfire, help him plan out his god dedications and you never neglect to volunteer to go somewhere with him. You’re so sweet and lovely and he feels so stupid.

He's the son of Jupiter who's saved the world and one of the seven but he's so ridiculous. He trips on air, passes out once a week and has dropped his sword into the lake in front of you (twice).

Not to mention how he acts around you. He becomes a blushing, stuttering mess. The one time he accidentally touched your hip, he choked on his drink so hard he fell out of his seat. The time you judo flipped him and landed on his lap, pinning his hands above his head?

He turned so red he could rival Leo with the heat in his face.

You think it's adorable. You hold his cheek with your hand and laugh at how warm he his. You tell him it's cute but he's unsure.

Now, you sit beside him at the lake, skipping stones. You're distracted, your eyes are foggy and your lip is tugged between your teeth. He watches you carefully knowing if you wanted to say something, you would.

Finally, you look away and mutter something he can't hear.

"What?"

"Do you think I'm ugly?"

Are you kidding him? You're the most beautiful girl at camp, you're ethereal. In his opinion, you’re more gorgeous than your mom but he wouldn’t say that out loud.

"No!" You throw a glance his way and his heart crumbles at the disbelief.

"Why would you think that?"

"I dunno.. it's just.. We've been dating 6 months and we haven't kissed. And you get so... we rarely touch besides holding hands."

Idiot, idiot, idiot! He’s such a bad boyfriend!

"Y/n, you're beautiful." You don't look at him, "It's not you, I promise. I just... I've never kissed anyone before."

Now you look at him. Your hand finds his in the sand.

"Piper?"

"That was a fake memory and we were only friends on the Argo."

You nod. "So, you're not kissing me because you just haven't before? You're nervous?"

He groans, "So nervous. I've liked you since I got here and I don't even know if I'll do it right."

Your perfect smile worms its way onto your face. "I could, you know, tell you if you're doing it right."

The implication makes his cheeks flare up. "You want to kiss me?"

"Jason, I've wanted to kiss you for months."

"Oh.. okay, yeah. Sure."

He wiggles in the sand, sitting closer to you with an anxious look painted bright on him. Your hands crawl up his neck and you cradle his heated face in your palms.

"You ready?"

"Ready." He agreed with a gulp.

You pull his face closer, your eyes closing and he tenses. Your mouth ghosts his softly, red lips pressing slowly. The feeling he gets when he summons lightning pools in his belly. He realizes he was a little distracted by your beauty and he closes his eyes to kiss you back.

His mouth moves against yours, inciting a soft whimper from you. The kiss gets more eager. Your mouth envelops his, swallowing the last bits of care he had. His hands travel to your hair and tangle it between fingers.

It's wet now, your mouth wider and harsher in your exploration. He's never felt anything like this. His heart is on fire, the blood in his veins dancing. In refusal to pull away, you breathe through your nose.

He copies you, takes all he can get in this moment. His gasp disappears between your lips as they open and your tongue slips into his mouth. You taste like cinnamon and strawberries.

You're even more excited now, little moans he barely picks up are slipping out of you. You put one hand on his chest and push him down, climbing into his lap. You become so much more intense with the total control you have over him.

Your mouth consumes him, fuels him, takes all his focus. He remembers he read once humans first thought of kissing as swallowing the soul of your lover. He certainly feels swallowed, trapped somewhere between your pout. He welcomes it with a soft grin you kiss away.

When you finally pull away, you're panting and breathless. Your hair is messy and your lips are bitten a blush red. His eyes travel lower and see your shirt has been pushed up and he can see your midriff. His eyes widen and shoot up to your face again, now smirking down at him.

"You know," Your thighs squeeze his sides and he chokes on air, "We don't have to stop at kissing."

[realmsalot]

My Usagi Chronicles Headcanons

I may have only seen season 1 but here we go!

Usagi

Yuichi Usagi has Autism and Combine ADD

He's also gay but that's obvious

Is a midnight snacker

Usagi ate bugs as a child and still remembers which were the best tasting ones. If you ask him he will tell you.

Actually you don't even have to ask a butterfly would land near by and he would tell the nearest person about how surprisingly crunchy butterflies are

The nearest person is usually Gen. Gen knows too much on the tastiness of bugs.

Auntie once told him that it's the law for kids not to curse until they're 18 and he still believes it

Usagi is very good at repairing the Farm Robot, like to the point of being able to build a new one if given the tools.

The only reason he can do this is because of how much he broke the robot.

Other than that Usagi was almost completely helpless with technology when he first moved to the city. There was a learning curve. A steep learning curve.

Spot was a gift from Auntie to help Usagi get over the death of his parents

Spot is actually trained to help Usagi when he is in emotional distress

AT LEAST ONE TIME Usagi was arrested for trying to scrub Miyamoto Usagi's face off a dartboard

Once in awhile Usagi will say something so country his friends will have to ask him what he means.

He thinks it's funny not to explain

Had to listen to Chizu pine after Kitsune and was very confused why Chizu couldn't just tell Kitsune her feelings.

"It's easy to tell people your feelings. Like, okay, look. Chizu, you are like the sister I've never had and I appreciate you very much." "Aww, thank you Usa-" "You also snore so much I'm surprised you were a ninja and you sing off pitch in the shower." "USAGI!" " What, just telling you how feel. "

BONUS LEOSAGI: Understood very suddenly why she couldn't tell Kitsune how she feels and makes Chizu listen to his pinning (She gets back at him)

LEOSAGI: He ended up buying a pun book to try and impress Leo (it worked)

Gen (and to an extent Toshiko)

Gen used to eat dirt before becoming a hypochondriac

This is canon but takes on a lot of odd jobs to the debt

One of those odd jobs was painting Miyamoto Usagi's face on the dartboards (Yuichi Usagi doesn't know)

He is also oddly skilled in a lot of weird things. That's why he keeps getting hired

Gen = Abandonment issues

Toshiko = Commitment issues

Keeps trying to rebuild his bond with Toshiko by trying to do things they used to do as kids

Toshiko appreciates this but wishes her older brother would realize that she's not interested in that stuff anymore

Toshiko was also a bounty hunter just in another town

They are both very confused whenever someone asks if they're twins.

They aren't twins btw

Gen is a trans man

There's free healthcare in Neo Edo. Gen does not know this.

Had to listen to Kitsune pine after Chizu

Kitsune

This girl is a lesbian if I ever saw one

Her parents taught her to use puppets before they died

FUN FACT (it's not a fact): Her twin tessens are from both her parents! They both had one to symbolize their love for each other! Now she's the only one of the family left she wields them both to carry them with her!

That being said she's very protective of them

Before they were dating, Chizu once tried giving her new ones because hers are old and that started a big fight

After they started dating, Kitsune told Chizu why she won't give her fans up. Chizu was very apologetic to say the least

Kleptomaniac

Has a box under her bed that has everything she stole but decided not to sell

Her room is the first place everyone goes to when something turns up missing

Curses the most

Actually figured out how to change the fridge's nickname to something other than "Ugh"

The fridge's nickname is now "Fucking Finally"

Usagi refuses to use the new nickname and just goes to her when he needs to use the fridge

Has woken up several times in the middle of the night because of this

Short Queen 👑

Chizu

MtF trans lesbian

The Neko Ninja may be bad guys but they're not transphobic

She tried to overcompensate for lying about being a ninja by vowing to never lie again

This fell apart when she developed feelings for Kitsune

Loves her small girlfriend

Was actually the one to confess

(and punched Usagi in the face when he said "I told you so" he deserved it)

Doesn't know a lot of social cues

Her love language is gift giving. Weapons. Her love language is gifting people weapons

Sees Usagi as an annoying little brother

Sings in the shower

Likes to take naps in high places (the rafters are he favorite)

Has a very unintentionally dark sense of humor from growing up in the Neko Ninjas

Kinda wants to know who her birth parents are

Doesn't know her actual birthday due to being stolen from the orphanage

[kristenwell]

Shall we dance? - Leo Valdez x Male!Apollo!Reader

(I love gay people, I wish they were real)

(Also this song was my inspiration so definetly check it out if you're into ethnopop)

Leo was working on his latest project in Bunker 9 when he heard an unfamiliar song a familiar song. He got up from his seat and walked out, the music was coming from the deep woods. It was around 7 pm so he still had a few hours before curfew, he didn’t really expect someone else to be nearby at this time.

As he went deeper into the woods the outline of a certain person got clearer.

Imagine Leo’s surprise when he saw the son of Apollo in the middle, dancing and singing his heart out without a care in the world. Y/N spun around and his eyes landed on Leo’s figure. His face got hotter and he quickly turned the music off.

„Leo! When did you get here? I didn’t hear you.“ He admitted sheepishly.

„Clearly.“ Leo couldn’t help but chuckle. The usually calm and collected male was flustered and shy right infront of him, he couldn’t help but be amused.

„What are you doing here in the dark?“

Y/N rubbed the back of his neck, he didn’t want to admit it but it was evident that Leo has caught him in the act.

„I never have time to do this during the day, you know, with the training and stuff.“ He suddently regained his cool demeanor and flashed Leo a smile. „Your timing is perfect tho, I need a dance partner for waltz.“

Now it was Leo’s turn to get bashful, he wasn’t sure if he heard the boy infront him correctly.

„Haha, you’re real funny you know that?“ He avoided eye contact with the son of Apollo, the ground suddenly looked very interesting.

Y/N approached him with a devilish grin. He grabbed Leo’s chin and lifted him, making him look up at him. Leo stared at him in awe, his eyes sparking and the Moon reflecting on his hair made him look ethereal.

„Please? I really wanna practice, I haven’t danced with a partner forever.“ Y/N pleaded and obviously, Leo couldn’t say no to his puppy eyes even if his heart felt like it could jump out any second.

„Okay fine, just a fair warning: I can’t dance to save my life.“ The taller male let go of his chin and smiled in delight.

„Great!“ He started the song once again and got into position. Y/N placed his right hand on Leo’s hip and his left hand took a hold of Leo’s right. Leo on the other hand (haha funni 🗿) hesitantly put his left arm around the taller boy’s shoulder. This intimate position got him flustered.

Y/N on the contrary couldn’t seem happier even if deep down he was very nervous, he didn’t mean to be so forward but the words left his mouth sooner than he could stop them. If it isn’t the consequences of his own actions but holding the shorter male was more than a welcomed punishment.

„Now, just follow my lead.“ Once the chorus started, he slowly started to move in a 1-2-3 sequence. Leo managed to step on his foot a few times but Y/N just laughed it off. He couldn’t help humming along with the melody.

The son of Hepheastus didn’t think he would enjoy it this much. He was spun on the ground and then lifted in the air and spun again. The best part was undoubtedly when Y/N would bring him closer after every spin. If anyone were to see the two of them like this they would definetly consider it some romantic date.

As they finished dancing the son of Apollo noticed that Leo was uncharacteristically quiet, he thought better than to bring it up. He didn’t want to embarass him any more.

Y/N wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled at Leo wider.

„Thanks again, you’re not a terrible dancer.“ He chuckled.

Leo brushed his hand through his dark curls and smirked even tho his face was still flushed from both the physical activity and the proximity. „Well, you’re not the worst teacher.“

The h/c-ette stared at him with awe. He shook his head before he spilled his heart and headed towards the direction of the cabins.

„We should head back.“ Neither of them realized it but almost 2 hours passed, time truly does fly when you’re having fun.

„Wait!“ Leo blurted out before he could stop himself and now the taller boy was looking at him. „Can we do this again?“

Y/N’s eyes widened and his mouth was opened slightly, he quickly composed himself and sent a reassuring smile towards Leo’s direction.

„Of course, tommorrow same time?“

„Yeah, sure. Meet me at the Bunker 9.“ He wiped his sweaty hands on his pants, a habit when he gets nervous.

„It’s a date then, goodnight, Leo.“ Y/N waved and left the woods.

Leo stood there dumbfounded for like two minutes and then his words hit him.

„Date??“ He quickly pat his ears, the last thing he wanted was the set the woods on fire.

[andistarburst]

TMNT: AbstractedStar ( reunion arc.)

Chapter 2: Red

First chapter. Next

Word count: 1588 words

Raph slides down the latter into the sewers,landing and walking towards his home. He walked past the lab,past the faded graffiti on the walls,past the old and worn training room,the kitchen,and his room, making it towards the living room.

Splinter sat there,watching some soap opera. Raph walked in,stepping on a piece of paper,it crinkled loudly,alerting his dad of his existence.

" WHO'S THERE- oh,hey Red," Splinter yelled,Raph flinched, running towards the chair a second later.

" Hey,Dad!" Raph greeted,leaning against the back of the recliner," I just have a few questions,then I'll get out of your fur."

" What is it,Red?" Splinter asked.

" Do I have brothers?"

Splinter didn't respond,so Raph figured he should elaborate," I met this other turtle mutant today,he had a blue mask and his name was Leonardo," Raph explained,gesturing with his hands.

" He's alive?" Splinter muttered,pausing his tv.

" Well,unless I was seeing a ghost,yes."

" You remember them?"

" No,not really," Raph said," am I supposed too?"

" You are the oldest of your siblings, you all used to be so close," Splinter got out of his chair,walking towards a shelf,the do-not-touch shelf.

" So why don't I remember them?" Raph asked.

" Maybe your brain is blocking out what happened because of what happened," Splinter said,grabbing a thick but small book from the shelf.

" What happened?" Raph questioned.

" Well,I don't exactly know,but something happened where all four of you got kidnapped,and you were returned two months later,but Leonardo,and your other brothers, weren't," Splinter handed him the book,it was a colored a bright teal. Raph held it for a second,opening it.

Oh.

Several photos of turtle children were taken,the dates being noted next to them. The tallest one looked like him,spiky and had a red bandana draped around his neck.

" I assumed that all of your brothers were dead,but it seems at least one of them lived,did he say about his whereabouts the past few years?"

" Uhhhh,I think he said he has been living with this goat guy, he's been calling this guy his dad," Raph explained,still flipping through the album.

' Draxum?!" Splinter gasped,horrified and angry," I can't believe that yokai-"

" What are yokai?" Raph interrupted, he'd been hearing this word all day,yet he doesn't know what it means.

" They are like mutants,except they were born like this," Splinter paused to explain.

" Oh,wait we weren't born like this?" Raph questioned.

" Anyways,it seems that Draxum has manipulated Leo into thinking that he's his actual dad,which isn't entirely wrong," Splinter brushed off Raph,whispering the last part so he couldn't hear.

Raph ignored the fact that Splinter brushed him off.

" So,what should I do?" Raph asked.

" I think you should talk to Leo,but it's fine if you can't," Splinter said," I think he has his own life now,he should do what makes him happy."

" That makes sense," Raph muttered.

" Alright, alright,now get out of my room,I need to finish my show!" Splinter pushed him out of the room,he could barely do it though so most of it was Raph walking away.

" Okay! Thanks Sensei!" Raph said, going to his own room. He threw himself on his bed,opening the photo album. Maybe this'll wrack his brain.

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Raph scaled a roof. It was an alright day for the middle of fall. The sun was shining,making it warm,but the breeze kept it cool. The wind was strong enough to make Raph's mask tails keep getting in front of his eyes,having to move them away so he could see clearly.

He was looking for Leo,but he'd been out for a few hours by then. He couldn't find a sign of him,a part of him felt grateful for that.

Raph didn't get much from the photo album,besides learning the kid in purple and Leo are twins, their birthdays,and what Splinter used to look like. They also used too skateboard,it seems that Raph had taught them how too,according to the pictures titled that implied it.

Raph hasn't done skateboarding in years,since he was twelve . He remembers falling over a lot,and Splinter being very sad about other things,so Raph had too take care of himself when he was injured. Searching for the med kit,and trying too make sure it didn't run out too quickly,as he was a clumsy kid,and it took forever for Splinter to notice.

He paused on a roof,he could hear something.

" GET AWAY!"

There it is. He ran towards the area,throwing himself into the alleyway where it was coming from. He just barely dodged a glowing blue sword that almost hit his face,pinning his mask tails to the wall.

A human ran past what looked like a mutant,it looked up at him. Wait a second--

" You idiot!" Raph hissed.

" Who are yo- OH SHIT-" Leo yelled," hey Raph! Hah, almost impaled your face there!"

" Don't get any ideas," Raph yelled at his brother,who pulled the ōdachi out of the wall, unpinning Raph's bandana.

" Sorry,I didn't see you!"

" Are you blind!?"

" Dang,rude."

" Sorry," Raph muttered.

" Eh, it's fine,but you scared away the human,I need to get information," Leo said.

" What information?"

" Where's the nearest fast food place," Leo smiled like he was joking.

" Are you joking?" Raph asked. With all that noise it sounded like he was going to kidnap that human or something.

" Nah, actually I need to buy stuff for dinner tonight, I'm trying to get dad to try it," Leo put his ōdachi back into the holster on his back.

Raph just realized how short Leo is compared to him,he was probably around two feet shorter. Well,makes sense if he's the oldest,sometimes. April is shorter than him,yet she's older than him. So technically she's the oldest sibling. He considers her family.

" Whatcha doin here?" Leo questioned,leaning on his one of his ōdachis.

" Wanna come over to my place? You can meet the rat man," Raph asked.

" Yes! That'd be great!" Leo smiled,seeming stoked," which way?"

" Down," Raph instructed, already opening the sewer drain.

" Oh,okay!" Leo said,face screwing up in disgust.

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They made it into the sewer,Raph and Leo walked towards the living room.

" Did you make this?"

" Huh?" Raph turned around,seeing Leo point at the fading graffiti on the wall.

" Did ya make this?" Leo asked again.

" I don't know who made it, it's just always been there, it's stained," Raph answered, trying to brush it off," c'mon, let's go."

" Wait- waittt-"

" What?!" Raph growled,stopping in his tracks.

" Did Mikey make this?" Leo smiled.

" I don't know,can't remember."

" Oh yeah,you forgot about us," Leo sighed angirly. Whatever.

" Come on!" Raph hissed,Leo followed,hesitantly. They walked into the living room.

" Hey,Dad! I have a surprise!" Raph smiled. He heard Leo behind him choke from the sudden happy attitude.

" What is it- Blue?!" Splinter looked back,spotting Leo.

" Heyyy,Rat man!" Leo greeted, Splinter ran over to him. They stared at each other for a second,a awkward moment until the silence was broken.

" You're a lot taller than the last time I saw you," Splinter joked.

" Uh,yeah," Leo said,Raph noted how awkward Leo sounded. Shit,he forgot that Leo thinks that their dad kidnapped him and his siblings years ago.

" May I-?" Splinter opened his arms hesitantly, seemingly for a hug.

Leo nodded, Splinter hugged him, Leo returned the hug,but was clearly a little upset. Raph separated them.

Leo slightly smiled,the rat and turtle staring at one another.

" Have you been happy? Are you doing alr-"

" Shush,we can talk later!" Leo smiled,Now that I know where you are-",pulled his sleeve up to reveal and blue gem coming out of a bracelet around his wrist," I guess I should return the favor."

He broke the gem,Raph stared at him in confusion.

" Draxum knows our location, it'll be a small family reunion!" Leo grinned widely, in bliss,Splinter looked terrified. He couldn't be that bad, he's just an goat. But then again,he did manipulate Leo and kidnapped his other brothers,so he should run.

" Dad,come on!" Raph grabbed Splinter's hand,they ran into the nearest tunnel. Raph has been here his entire life that he can remember,so he probably knows them better than Leo,maybe even Splinter.

" Hey,where are you guys going?" Leo ran after them.

Raph continued running,coming to a ladder out of the sewer. He climbed onto it,Splinter following.

He reached the top,putting out his hands too open the lid,but it was already open.

A sheep yokai's face was a few feet away,Raph yelped,his hands slipped. SHIT-

Splinter narrowly dodged out of the way of him,Leo yelled something. Raph was caught in someone's arms, supposedly Leo. Raph felt his head hit the concrete,wincing in pain.

Leo was yelling something,but Raph couldn't hear it over the sound of his own heartbeat. They are so loud and annoying. Raph's vision started getting darker,the people around him turning into dark silhouettes.

" Ra......you can rest," Leo said. But Raph doesn't need it,even if his grip on consciousness was definitely getting looser,and black was starting to shroud his vision.

" Just sleep, i'll get you somewhere safe."

Raph heard that clearly. He couldn't really fight too stay awake anymore,it was getting too hard. Raph closed his eyes, allowing him to drift into a heavy sleep he wasn't sure he would wake up from.

Notes:

Sorry about the ending,I couldn't really figure out how to write it correctly.

But thank you for reading! Sorry it's been so long since the last chapter,but I decided that for now on I'll post a chapter every two weeks. Sometimes I may post one once a week,but it depends.

Anyways,have an amazing day and make sure to drink water!

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Gosh this book feels like it's going on forever I wanna move on to TOA so badly -Danny Words: 2,227 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Does It Matter?' -by Bestfriend

XLIII: Bombastic Sideye

"Are you sure you don't want me to call in a blessing?" Ara inquires while Jason secures the venti at the prow. "I could help you control them if I ask Zeus..."

"Go in," he tells her. "You fixed the ship, I can do this. If I fail, you can check out that last blessing."

"Alright," she pauses. "And uh... are you sure we'll find Leo in Malta?"

"No, but that's what I choose to believe," once seated on Festus's neck, Jason turns and gives her a warm smile. 

He seems different, his soul-light is dim but constant on his body like he's just happy all the time, which is a weird thought considering their current situation.

"Fine," Ara smiles, trying to believe it too. "Good luck, Ken."

The ship stops and Festus starts the engine. On each side of the ship the oars screech and groan in protest, making her wince.

"Leo's gonna kill me," she places a hand on the hallway wall. If she could use her empath touch she would, but unfortunately, the ship doesn't have human feelings.

"Leo's probably going crazy waiting for you to show up," Nico walks past her. "Piper says it's safe for us to go upstairs."

Ara follows him to the upper level and Jason gestures at her to get closer. The boy points at a little raft, with an engine Ara recognizes as the one Leo was building in Ogygia.

"He's here," she raises her voice. "Leo's here!" Everyone lets out exclamations of relief, Jason gets lots of pats on the back and cheek kisses.

They spot Leo outside a cafe. Piper wraps her arms around the boy and fusses over him. Hazel and Frank hug him, squeezing him between them until he can't breathe. Nico pats his back and Jason cracks it with a bearhug.

Ara scans Leo's clothing and feels a wave of nostalgia. He's dressed in an army jacket, a white shirt, and the pants he was wearing when they first met. Those clothes were destroyed during their winter quest, but now they're back.

The girl clears her throat. "You went missing..." her voice dies before she can finish the joke.

"For a whole year?" He guesses and grins. "You moved on and now you're dating a buff Greek guy instead?"

"I missed you so much," Ara speaks hoarsely. To get out of Ogygia, he must've done something Ara doesn't want to think about.

Leo glows like a Christmas light, and his only thought is: Gods, I'll never thank you enough for Arae. 

The boy minded his business when he landed on Calypso's island, determined to see Ara again. Calypso was kind enough to take food to him—only to complain about the noise, but still, she made sure he was okay. The look in her eyes was always so defensive, yet caring and concerned... it softened Leo's hasty decision to ignore her.

Before he knew it, he started talking to her, after all Calypso wanted to know what Ara had done to get two of the demigods that'd landed on her island so charmed, and Leo knew all about it. Calypso made him fire-proof clothes, and brought scraps and supplies for his journey. 

She would only ask for stories in return. Calypso told him they made her giddy, they reminded her of times when falling in love wasn't all about pain and finality. Something clicked in Leo's head. 

He thought of Narcissus and Echo, and how Ara insisted no cursed soul could help themselves unless they had outer help. Calypso was the answer.

Leo arrived on a raft, the same type of raft Percy arrived in when it was his turn. The raft only shows up when...

"Go talk to him," Piper tells her.

"What?"

"When Frank read the brochure about Calypso's home, I saw it on your face. You know where he's been."

Ara can't shrug off the heaviness in her. She stares at the lamp on Piper's nightstand and ponders. She's been hiding in her sister's room for a full hour because she's unsure of how to proceed. 

"It's whatever," the girl shrugs it off and tries to change the subject. "Hazel and Nico just told us that the doors—"

Piper cuts her off. "You're feeling things you don't want to feel, I get it, but this is not the way to handle it and you know it."

Ara pushes her hair back in frustration. Once upon a time, she took pride in having the softest, most well-behaved hair ever. Those days are gone. "He's busy fixing what I broke."

"Leo's good at multitasking," her sister presses. "Come on, don't be a coward."

Piper kicks her off the bed and Ara slips pathetically to the ground, throwing her head back and whining. "Why are you so mean to me?"

The girl laughs and nudges her shoulder. "Go!"

Ara drags herself out of the girl's room, preparing herself for another conversation she has no interest in having this early in life. 

Leo is repairing the oars individually from inside the hull, his army jacket tied around his waist, but his clothes aren't stained, they don't even look sweaty.

"Need help?" She asks out loud.

Leo's head whips rather quickly at the sound of her voice. "I'm impressed, doll—you did a pro job, you just need to think more like a mechanic. You still struggle with following the rules step by step, huh?"

Ara walks up to him and touches the fabric of his sleeve, examining the material. "We need to talk."

Leo looks at her intently, placing the screwdriver back in his tool belt and holding her chin so she looks at him. "You got tanned. Gee, I can't take my eyes off you for just one second before you start shifting into something else..."

Whatever happened in Ogygia changed him too. He grew an inch or two, though nowhere near enough to be as tall as her. His hands have scratches and callouses that weren't there before, and he takes his time with things now. His hyper energy isn't gone, but he's controlling it better.

"I need to know what happened on that island," she has trouble meeting his eyes. "But I... I can't bring myself to ask what I want to ask."

"Then don't ask yet," Leo looks up at her almost pleadingly. "Focus on rescuing Percy and Annabeth."

"It doesn't mean I'll forget, we'll be pushing back something inevitable," Ara frowns.

"I'm not trying to make you forget," Leo pushes a strand of hair behind her ear, he's always touching her hair when he's anxious. "Right now I'm fixing the ship—then you're killing a giant, we've got a lot going on and I think we should focus on being there for each other."

Her face sets and she nods. "I'm killing a giant. I'm bringing my brother and Annabeth back."

"Atta girl," he lightly squeezes her hip. "I couldn't live without you, doll."

Something about how he says that rubs her the wrong way, apart from it coming a bit out of nowhere, but Ara decides to move past it. "Okay."

He pecks her lips, having to stand a bit on his tiptoes to do so. "Get out, your face is distracting me."

Nico reads the list they wrote together to verify she isn't forgetting things. They're sat on the deck's floor, and the crew moves around them going from one place to another also getting ready.

"Piper, stop!" Ara catches the girl practicing with her new sword. "You'll get tired before we even reach the ruins!"

"Why aren't you bringing the cloak?" Nico asks when she zips the Octopi.

"It'd be like putting a target on my back," Ara raises a brow. "I don't want to be possessed by an Eidolon."

"Take the cloak." Nico presses.

"Why?"

"It's good luck."

Ara frowns. "Says who?"

He gets up and helps her do the same. "In the House of Hades, you'll be in my territory. You should listen to me."

Ara gives him a sideways glance before walking towards the helm. "How's it looking, Admiral?"

"Hot and steamy!" Leo winks at her. "Makes me homesick for Houston! What do you say, Hazel? All we need now are some giant mosquitoes, and it'll feel just like the Gulf Coast!"

"Thanks a lot, Leo," Hazel grumbles. "We'll probably get attacked by Ancient Greek mosquito monsters now."

"There!" Nico points forward. "Maneuver us that way. We're close to the temple. Very close."

"You got it, Ghost King!" Leo quips.

Nico glares at him. "Don't make me hate you, Valdez."

"So you love me right now?" Leo smirks.

Dark lightning snaps above their heads, making Ara's skin crawl. She flinches and touches her left shoulder, the memory of her old injury putting her on edge. She survived that thanks to Artemis's blessing, this time she might not be that lucky.

"Everyone, arm yourself," Jason orders. "Leo, get us close, but don't land—no more contact with the ground than necessary. Piper, Hazel, get the mooring ropes."

"On it!" Piper replies, moving quickly.

"Frank, get below and find Coach Hedge." 

"Yep!"

Ara sighs, fixing her armor. "Gods, I hope we all survive this."

"C'mon, sunshine, where is your fake-it-till-you-make-it energy? We got this in the bag!" Leo tries to cheer her up.

"We only have estimates and guesses, and then once we get Percy and Annabeth—if we get them—there is a giant waiting to crush us with his darkness or whatever the Hades he does," Ara raises a brow.

"General, I say this with the utmost respect," Leo places a hand on her shoulder. "You either chill or zip it."

Ara makes a face but tries to comply. "...At least if I die today the curse gets canceled?"

"Pretty messed up but I'll take it!" Leo says enthusiastically. He's trying to compensate for the bad vibes looming over him. "Talking about curses—Zhang, get Hazel and come here a moment!"

"Okay, here's the plan."

Hazel frowns. "I hate your plans. Besides, Nico and Ara made one already."

"That's not what I'm talking about," Leo stretches out his palm. "I need that piece of magic firewood—Snappy!"

Frank and Hazel step back in alarm. "Leo, you can't—"

"I found a solution," he insists. "It's your call, big guy, but I can protect you."

Frank takes a moment, but he gives in. "Go ahead, Hazel."

"Why am I here?" Ara asks.

Leo hushes her. "In a moment, hun." 

Hazel searches in her pocket and carefully hands Leo the piece of firewood. The boy rummages through the pockets of his tool belt and pulls out a white piece of fabric very similar to his shirt. 

"Behold!"

"A handkerchief?" Frank guesses.

"A surrender flag?" Hazel suggests.

"No, unbelievers! This is a pouch woven from seriously cool fabric—a gift from a friend of mine."

Ara watches as Leo places the wood inside and closes it. She wonders if he asked Calypso to make his magical outfit look like his old clothes, as a reminder of simpler times. Ara doesn't see those times as more manageable, for her, they were lonely and confusing.

"The drawstring was my idea," Leo explains happily. "It took some work, lacing that into the fabric, but the pouch won't open unless you want it to. The fabric breathes just like regular cloth, so the firewood isn't any more sealed up than it would be in Hazel's coat pocket."

"Uh..." Hazel tilts her head. "How is that an improvement, then?"

"Hold this so I don't give you a heart attack." Leo tosses the pouch carelessly to Frank and then ignites his hand, pressing it to the sleeve of his jacket. "See? It doesn't burn!"

"Uh... you're immune to flames."

"He means the fabric," Ara points out. "I've seen him burn through pants for months..." She blushes. "I mean he needs to concentrate to not burn through the fabric. That pouch is magical like your clothes?"

"How are you so smart and hot?" Leo teases her with a crooked grin.

Hazel saves Ara from stammering out a reply. "How can you be sure?"

"Sheesh, tough audience. Guess there's only one way to persuade you." Leo reaches out so Frank hands him the pouch again.

"Uh, no, no." Frank steps back. "That's okay, Leo. Thanks, but I—I can't —"

"Man, you gotta trust me," he persists, looking sure of himself.

"Okay..." Frank takes a slow breath and hands him the pouch. "Try not to kill me." 

Leo's hand gets wrapped in flames, but nothing happens to the stuff he's holding. He keeps it going for about fifteen seconds, then looks up at Frank with a sheepish smile. "Who's your best buddy?"

"Don't answer that," Hazel intervenes again. "But, Leo, that was amazing."

"It was, wasn't it?" He nods, placing his free hand on Ara's waist. "So who wants to take this newly ultra-safe piece of firewood?"

"I'll keep it," Frank says. Hazel looks hurt, but he continues. "Hazel, it's not about you. I can't explain, but I—I have a feeling I'm going to need to step up when we're in the House of Hades. I need to carry my own burden."

"I understand. I just..." she pouts. "I worry."

Leo hands him the pouch and Frank ties it on a loop of his jeans. "Thanks, Leo."

"What are genius friends for?" He smirks. "But this is partly for a selfish reason. You guys know about my curse—and Hazel offered to help Ara, so we're taking you up on that offer, Levesque."

Ara looks at him with concern. "We are?"

He shrugs casually. "I like us as Firecracker and Birdy, I don't want this lifetime to end anytime soon."

Frank pats his shoulder encouragingly. "We'll help, guys, don't worry."

"Oh, I worry alright..." Ara frowns and holds Leo's head against her chest, kissing the top of it and making him blush. "But I won't go through another cursed life either."

Next Chapter –>

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Angstober 4: "I want to believe you"

I was kind of going to keep using Angstober prompts for the exploration of that one plot bunny, but after writing some Tim/Leo fluff I had to rewind and write some angst for them, too. I was in a mood and craving emotional drama. Those boys do it well.

The club is called Discombobulation. A stupid name that perfectly matches Leo’s stupid feelings.

This was supposed to be a date. The thought swims in circles around his dizzy brain like a feral fish locked into a too small bowl. He tries to get rid of it, to focus on something else, anything: the oppressive weight of the crowd, the heavy beat of what the DJ mistakes for music, the prickling heat of liquor sliding down his throat.

He can’t.

Because this was supposed to be a date. Wasn’t it? Was it? He doesn’t really know the answer. Neither of them explicitly said so, but he thought. He hoped.

The hope made sense, didn’t it? Up until they came here, Tim had been acting like this was a date. Like he was happy to spend time with Leo. Sure, he chose this club without asking if Leo would prefer something else: a trip to the movies, a quiet walk around the city, maybe even just a night at home. But Tim loves clubbing, and that’s how they first met, and Leo sometimes enjoys it, too—he wouldn’t bother having a fake ID otherwise. He doesn’t mind it at all when he’s having a good night. When he feels confident and secure and knows that there’s someone by his side he can relax and lean on.

Not when he’s stuck by the bar watching Tim eye-fuck some other guy across the pool table, turning his back on Leo time and time again.

“Another?” the bartender asks, and Leo realizes the glass in front of him is empty. He can’t remember if it was his second one or his third. It feels like all the alcohol turned solid and rolled into a big slimy ball and that ball is now stuck in his airways.

He can’t trust his voice. He shakes his head, slides some cash toward the bartender—too much, probably, and he’ll yell at himself for it later, but he’s always got so many things to yell at himself for, what’s one more—and stumbles his way toward the exit. The most straightforward path lies through the dance floor. The crowd closes in on him. That must be what graves feel like, with all the weight of earth and maggots. He keeps his head low, elbows tucked in, his magic simmering within him—a spark threatening to ignite into a blaze. He stomps down on it as hard as he can. No one here deserves it.

Outside, a faint sheen of rain greets him. He draws a breath; the air is too thick, too damp, too slimy. A lot like that ball in his throat. Leo still tries, because that’s what you’re supposed to do, right, when you’re on the verge of a panic attack? You’re supposed to breathe. One, two, three, four, hold, one, two, three, four, release.

His attempt only result in a coughing fit. He moves as far away from the club entrance as he manages, gets stuck in the middle of the parking lot. Keeled over, hands on his knees. Droplets of saliva and snot land on someone’s shiny expensive car. 

“Hey. You okay there?”

For a second, Leo doesn’t even recognize Tim’s voice through the low ringing in his ears. His mind is filled with all kinds of humiliating images involving strangers trying to help him and then realizing just how pathetic he is. A waste of their time. They should have just passed by without giving him a second glance.

Then a warm hand lands on his shoulder, and he knows. The images don’t subside, not right away. Still, he relaxes a little into the touch, despite the stupid scene in the club, despite everything.

“Do you need some water? Are you choking? Should I slap you on the back? Was there something in your drink that you’re allergic to?”

I’m fine, stop fussing, is what Leo should say. What he’s going to say.

Instead, when he opens his mouth, out comes a bitter, “Like you care.”

Tim’s fingers slide down his arm and he takes a step back, a sliver of damp, cold emptiness between them. Leo wipes at his face, once, twice. Rolls up his turtleneck’s stained sleeve before turning.

“Of course I care,” Tim says as soon as their eyes meet, and he already sounds defensive. A great start. They’ll be snipping and yelling at each other in no time. That’s how it always ends, or at least that’s how it ends half the time, which is half the time too often. Why do they even bother?

“I’m sorry,” he says, and Tim should be sorry, too, but he won’t be, will he? He never is. “I’m probably coming down with something. I’d better head home.”

Disappointment flashes in Tim’s eyes, but he nods. “Okay. My place or yours? And, um, I forgot my jacket.” He points his thumb toward his club. “Do you mind if I go grab it real quick?”

“You don’t have to go with me.” Why would Tim even offer? It makes no sense. “You’ve been clearly having fun. So go on. Have fun.”

Tim frowns. “I just stepped away to play one quick game.”

“Yeah,” Leo agrees. “That’s how it always starts.”

“I did ask you to play with me!”

“I don’t know how! And you told me you don’t like teaching people to play!”

“What? Fuck’s sake, Leo, it was months ago.”

“Well, sorry, I didn’t realize I was supposed to learn—”

“That’s not what I mean! I don’t mind teaching you!” 

A bird croaks and flaps its wings, spooked into the sky from the top of someone’s car. In the dark, Leo isn’t sure if it’s a rook or a crow. Either way, this reeks of a bad omen. 

Tim’s shoulders are hunched, fists pressed against his thick studded belt. “I don’t mind at all,” he says again. “I told you things are going to be different this time.”

Leo is beginning to feel like a bad guy. Unfortunately, that doesn’t lessen his the anger.

“I know. I want to believe you.”

“But you don’t.”

The best Leo can offer is a helpless shrug.

The sky stops spitting drizzle at them and barfs forth a proper rainstorm, complete with distant flashes of lightning.

[sunflowershouto]

if they thought you liked the other twin (osamu, atsumu)

𝐚/𝐧: i was suddenly struck by inspo for the miya twins so here's this -leo

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: pining fluff, friends to lovers, light angst with a happy ending

my haikyuu masterlist

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

✰ Atsumu is so whipped for you.

✰ He enjoys the attention he gets for being a star player, and even the fangirls help to feed his ego sometimes, but he didn't care about any of them. Not like he cares about you.

✰ They don't really know him, so what's the point?

✰ You're different to him, though. You didn't care about the fans or the TV interviews, or any of the usual things that people noticed about him.

✰ You got to know him, and it made him want to get to know you back, and somewhere along the way, Atsumu fell in love.

✰ The only problem was Osamu.

✰ Well, maybe that wasn't the best way to put it. It wasn't like Osamu was doing anything wrong, but it was hard for Tsumu not to notice how much time you'd been spending with his brother.

✰ You'd come up to Osamu after practices and whisper something to him, and he'd nod, and Atsumu would have to watch as the two of you disappeared off somewhere that he wasn't invited.

✰ It killed him inside a little, since he'd always thought that he was closer to you than Samu was; if you had feelings for Osamu, then why hadn't you told him?

✰ He tried not to be a dick about it; he would whine a little whenever you and Osamu would disappear after practices, but what he was showing was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to how deeply he was hurting at the thought of you falling in love with his brother.

✰ It was after another practice, and there you were on the sidelines with that stupid freakin' beautiful smile that he loved so much. He was standing by Osamu as they packed their duffel bags back up, and he tried to ignore the pang in his chest as you jogged up, surely going to drag Samu away again.

"Atsumu!" you called. "Could we- Uh... Could we talk?"

That was a surprise.

He glanced to Osamu, who gave him a small nod before shouldering his bag and walking off the court without another glance. He couldn't even be nervous about whatever it was you wanted to talk about; he was just glad that he was finally the one that you were speaking to. "Sure thing, darlin'," he replied, picking up his bag and following you to a more private area.

"Okay, uh- Here goes: There's something I've been needing to tell you for a while, and-"

"Ah see..." Atsumu sighed, all of that hurt hitting him again like a ton of bricks. This was where you finally did it right? This was where you'd tell him that you and Osamu were together, this was where you'd finally rip his heart out.

"You... do?"

"Yeah." He tried not to sound bitter, but he found it seeping through anyway, a harshness weighing down on his inflection. "You and 'Samu are goin' out, right? Figured that out for m'self a while ago, darlin'. Ya don't gotta tell me."

"Wha-" You stared at him in bewilderment as the pieces click into place, and you realized what he'd been thinking all this time. You couldn't help it, and burst out into laughter, bringing a hand up to cover your mouth.

"What's so funny?" he asked, puffing his chest out slightly and crossing his arms. He'd spent so much effort trying his best not to lose his shit over the idea of you in love with Osamu, the least you could do was not laugh in his face.

"Atsumu, I am not dating your brother. In any way. I've never even thought about it. I asked you to talk because, well..."

"Oh. Oh m' God." And finally he got it.

"I really like you, y'know? And I was wondering if you'd want to go out sometime? Like, on a date? Osamu actually helped me make all the plans." You were far less nervous now, in part because of Atsumu's misunderstanding, but mostly because of the huge, goofy smile that spread across his face.

"So... I'm guessing you're on board?"

"Oh, sweetheart, you've got no idea," he chuckles, pulling you into a tight hug and kissing the top of your head. "Ya scared the hell outta me, y'know."

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

✰ Osamu's feelings for you snuck up on him.

✰ He'd always been drawn to you, but he didn't think it was any different than anyone else. You were a cool person, and he liked that you saw him for him, and not as part of a matched set.

✰ He loves his brother, but can he be blamed for wanting some things to himself?

✰ He's not annoyed per-se when you start getting close with Atsumu—what he feels isn't harsh. It's more like a balloon deflating through a tiny outlet as he feels his importance to you slowly being overtaken by your friendship with Atsumu.

✰ He can't figure out why it bothers him so damn much when he sees you joking around with his twin, or even just cheering for him at matches.

✰ He doesn't place the feeling as jealousy until he's stuck at home, flicking through channels on TV until he lands on some crappy romance movie. He watches the two main characters play off of each other, and he can't help but realize that one of the leads reminds him of you.

✰ And then he pictures Atsumu across from you, and that awful feeling comes back to him, burning a hole in his chest.

✰ Strangely, it's not so bad once he knows what it is that he's feeling, because at least he can start to deal with it.

✰ Nonetheless, he's a little worried about you. Osamu can read his brother pretty well—well enough to know whether or not he has feelings for someone. Honestly, he'd never thought that Tsumu seemed interested in you.

✰ Valentine's day was tomorrow and Samu had been unfortunate enough to overhear a conversation between you and a friend.

"You're going to bring him chocolates?" Yua whispered to you, her eyes shining.

"Mhm! I think he'll really like them too! I'm gonna go home tonight and work on decorations for the box." You had no idea Osamu was listening, and if you did, you would have probably died on the spot.

"I think he'll say yes," she replied thoughtfully. "Some of the girls have been upset lately; they say that Miya-san really likes you."

Osamu wished in that moment that the earth beneath his feet would open up and swallow him whole. Had he been wrong? Did Atsumu feel the same way that you did? And worse, had a selfish part of him been hoping that you'd be rejected?

His jaw tightened and he turned away, careful not to draw your attention as he slipped off in the other direction.

He considered faking a cold the next day, but that was childish, wasn't it? He dragged himself out of bed and got to school, dreading lunch period, when he knew everything would finally come crashing down around him.

The bell rang for lunch, and he packed his things quickly, not wanting to be there to watch you confess to his brother.

Imagine his surprise when he felt a tug on his sleeve just as he reached the doorway, and turned to see you standing there in front of him.

"'Samu? Could we go somewhere a little more private?" you asked, tensing up slightly the way that you always did when you were nervous.

"Er... Yeah."

What? This wasn't at all what he'd thought would happen, and his head was swimming as he followed you to the library, staring at the brown paper bag that you clutched to your chest.

You ended up behind one of the taller shelves in the back, and Osamu's hands were twitching in his pockets as he stared down at you.

Time was moving agonizingly slowly as you opened the paper bag and withdrew a brightly colored, heart-shaped box.

OSAMU was written across the front in careful lettering, and the world stopped around him.

"Samu, I-"

"I'm in love with you," he breathed out, hands moving from his pockets as he stepped forward to place his hands on the sides of your face, closing the distance between the two of you in one fell swoop.

Before you could answer, his lips were on yours, and your heart was bursting.

He was grinning when he pulled away, eyes gleaming with adoration as he took in your smile.

"I love you too, you big dork. I... was not expecting this to go so smoothly," you admitted, reaching up a hand to brush back a lock of his hair.

He's beaming when he says, "Honey, you've got no clue just how long Ah've been wantin' to do that."

[umbran6]

The Argument Against Caleo

Spoilers up to Blood of Olympus and beyond. Beware! (Or not, the book series has been out for a few years, get over it). I wrote this after seeing a user wondering why people didn’t like Caleo, or in some cases, hated it. Here, I want to explain the answer as much as possible while doling out my own points. 

One of the main grievances I have as a fan of Leo Valdez would be the ship Caleo, or Leo x Calypso. It’s a complicated ship, to say the least, with multiple issues that make me question why people like the ship. And I admit it, they initially had some chemistry, but there’s multiple issues that Uncle Rick produced through making such a relationship that makes it extremely open to criticism, criticism which I will explain through this post.

One of my main points against them is that the ship was created on a very limited time scale. Although we aren’t given an exact date to date of when Leo and Calypso met to when they fell in love, we can safely estimate it to be a week at best. Such a limited amount of time from going through the multiple stages of a relationship already stresses the limits of the suspension of disbelief.

A counterexample would be Percabeth, or Percy x Annabeth. Throughout the series, we aren’t introduced to them being romantically involved until the Titan’s Curse, which was two years after they met. Specifically, this is brought up by Aphrodite, the goddess of love herself. Admittedly, Percy and Annabeth were twelve years old when they first met, when romance was definitely out of the picture, especially with a quest to get the Master Bolt.

However, from there we get to see multiple examples of their character depth, ranging from their respective fatal flaws to their ambitions, hopes and dreams, and their friendship. We get to see the slow build up of their chemistry, which was a really good writing move on Uncle Rick’s part. These characters took their sweet time to get to where they wanted to go, and despite the false romantic lead of Rachel, they still got together.

On the other hand, we don’t see enough of this between Leo and Calypso — we only see one book where they interacted with each other in The House of Hades, and that was only for a handful of chapters. While they are definitely older so they can jump straight to romance (some may say too old, but I’ll get to that) its still a pretty huge gap to jump through without making it stick. This makes it hard to root for a ship when it is built on a rather faulty foundation from the ‘they just met’ to ‘they get together’, especially when they don’t have a lot of events to show their chemistry.

Which brings me to Ogygia, which has raised a few red flags for me when looking at it from a retrospective point of view. Now, we know what the main issue of the island is that the hero who landed on said island can’t leave until Calypso falls in love with them. And we’ve seen this with Percy during the Battle of the Labyrinth, where he lands in the island and Calypso falls in love with him while tending to his wounds from, you know, being erupted from freaking Mt. St. Helens. Needless to say, this falling in love with each other montage happened quickly to the point of suspicion, which sets up the complication that Calypso and Leo might have fallen in love due to magical intervention.

And hear me out, because although this  might be a pretty big pill to swallow, we have evidence for this through Percy. It only takes one chapter for Calypso and Percy to meet, and the next he’s willing to consider leaving Camp Half-Blood and Annabeth behind to live on the island when Hephaestus gives him the choice to leave Ogygia or stay. We don’t even get an explanation on why Percy considered giving it all up just so he can be with her. All we know is, girl meets boy, now they want to live on an isolated island forever. It’s especially absurd considering Percy’s hamartia (fatal flaw) is freaking loyalty to those he loves.  Needless to say, It’s a huge YIKES, especially when we apply it to Leo and Calypso. 

It also raises the possibility that the romantic relationship between them is doomed to failure. And if you guys want to fight me on this, let’s look at Jason and Piper, a couple whose relationship started with a similar foundation. Piper had romantic memories implanted into her brain by Hera through the use of the Mist, while Jason was reduced to a Tabula Rasa (a blank slate for those who lack culture) by said goddess. They broke up before the Trials of Apollo because it was clear that when the dust settled, Piper had been aware that their romance was a lie and that their intentions to stay together was a mix of delusion and pressure from freaking Aphrodite. Leo and Calypso get together under what is arguably a very similar set of conditions if Ogygia’s magic had any influence on their relationship, and that this magic could wear off if given enough time. 

Third, and here’s a pretty big one for me, would be Calypso’s character, mainly because there are a lot of unfortunate implications attached to it. In The Blood of Olympus, she was turned into the divine equivalent of Princess Peach, with Leo being her Mario (except he saves her with a badass metal dragon). Its extremely unnecessary to make a character, especially as one such as Calypso, get  turned into the typical reward of a B-Class action movie. It’s insulting and puts her up as a trophy, a narrative that is definitely not ok by any means necessary.

In another direction, Calypso is also really, really worrying when things don’t go get her way. First, let’s look at The Odyssey, the first myth she pops up. Calypso had imprisoned Odysseus for ten years on her island until Hermes said to let him go, and although it gives them plenty of time to fall in love, it also raises the implications of stockholm syndrome. Then we’ve got the fact that Calypso cursed Annabeth out of spite, implicitly saying that she wished the daughter of Athena would suffer the same isolation that she did, which came to reality when Percy and Annabeth met the Arai in Tartarus. And Annabeth wasn’t even aware that she was still in Ogygia, much less intentionally intervened in the matter. When Percy left Ogygia, rather than be angry at Percy, Calypso cursed Annabeth out of all people to suffer the same loneliness and misery she went through. That’s some Hera at her worst levels of spite. 

Through such evidence we can see that Calypso is extremely wrathful towards those who break her heart even though they don’t want to. It certainly implies that Calypso isn’t in a good state of mind, and could easily repeat said actions if provoked. We could almost compare it to Medea and the original Jason, but at least in that case, Medea has every right to be pissed off at Jason and take her revenge. Calypso’s curse and how she handles things certainly implies a level of immaturity that would end in disaster if they broke up.

One issue that, I’ll admit is more from my personal point of view is that the ship took a lot of Leo’s character and threw it in the garbage in Blood of Olympus. Though we see him do a lot of stuff behind the scenes, the fact that its all for the goal of reaching Calypso just reduced him to someone who is more focused on love than, you know, fighting the evil goddess that was responsible for killing his mom and getting sweet sweet revenge. While the revenge plot can be cliched sometimes, it can be played well, while romance and the typical ‘always save the girl’ trope is just overdone. If Leo had been allowed to, you know, be more focused on other things rather than Calypso, we could have seen a lot more variety in his character.

For example as one of the possible character arcs he could’ve gone through, Leo has always been alone among the couples, often being isolated. Heck, Nemesis herself stated that he would always be the seventh wheel, and that he would never find a place among his brethren. Though some fellow tumblr users have taken this in multiple ways, either saying that he should learn to be happy by himself or that he is socially isolated in the Argo II because of these romantic relationships (I prefer a mix of both). Uncle Rick just giving him a girlfriend seems like taking the easy way out of solving such an issue and abandoning what could’ve been a rather interesting character arc. The relationship isn’t a bad thing if we remove some of the unfortunate implications, but it is a bad way to end what is a complex and realistic problem for a character and in some cases maybe possible in real life.

One more minor but still yikes worthy point is that there’s a huge age gap between them. We’re not talking about the ‘Hazel is 15 and Frank is 17 and in one year that’ll be a problem because then Hazel will be jailbait’ age gap. And even then, we can argue that Hazel is older since she is chronologically ninety-one years old. No, Calypso is older by millennia in terms of mindset and body due to the perks of being a goddess, while Leo is sixteen.

God-to-Mortal relationships are already complicated, even with emotionally and socially well-functioning adults. The fact that Leo is underage, inexperienced with romance (despite his flirting, Calypso was his first kiss), and has been through a freaking ton of trauma in his youth, does not make this okay. At best, they’re both mutually interested in each other but may have different expectations when it comes to a relationship. At worst, Calypso is taking advantage of a boy just so she can get out of Ogygia and possibly dumping him later on like the wrapping of a candy bar. Even though Calypso lost her immortality during The Trials of Apollo, that doesn’t even compensate for the immense age gap alongside Leo’s guilt at the possibility that he might’ve been responsible for her losing said immortality.

Oh, and about Leo... I’m a fan of him, but I can admit that he is in a bad spot both mentally and emotionally throughout the series. He’s lost his mom due to a mix of his own powers and Gaea’s trickery, and never had the chance to fully process that event and come to terms with it. The foster home system alongside his own trauma has forced him to hide his emotions through a façade of happiness and jokes when it’s quite clear to me he needs a therapist, stat. He's also run away from several foster homes, implying this means he was and still is being affected by the event. His mask is still on during The Blood of Olympus considering he hid a lot of things from Piper and Jason.

Speaking about them, not helping this matter is the fact that he’s rather isolated in terms of friendships since Jason and Piper, his supposed best friends are more interested in locking lip rather than, you know, actually hanging out with each other.  He doesn’t have good friendships with the rest of the Seven, and the closest ones he does have is with Hazel and Frank. And even then they start off in the wrong spot since Frank is very insecure about possibly losing Hazel to him during Mark of Athena while Hazel in the meantime, is also dealing with the fact that he is the descendant of her possible boyfriend Sammy Valdez. 

This could indirectly have made him desperate for affection since he has nobody else to confide in during the rest of the series, which is a bad mental state to be in when one lands on Ogygia, the island that we’ve seen could possibly force two people to fall in love with each other. A romantic relationship is not something that he needs or something that will help him in the future. He needs more than that, and having him in one that could end in disaster is the last thing he needs. 

And that does not make him a bad person, much less a bad character. While some who are similarly emotionally and socially isolated may turn to violence or creepy behavior on those they want affection from, Leo does not do that to the other characters. It just means that he as a character needs more time to recover and develop before we go giving him romantic relationships, much less one with Calypso.

That’s not to say that they don’t have some things in common. Both are starved for love and affection, with Calypso being constantly rejected by heroes while Leo was rejected by foster homes and his own family. It’s a trait that they have in common, but it shouldn’t be the only thing that they have in common, especially since it is laced with a trauma that is clear they haven’t had help processing. They need to develop more as characters and as friends before they should be paired together.

So… yeah. The Caleo relationship is, in my eyes, doomed to failure, or at least heavily flawed after taking the above points into account. Uncle Rick, as if seemingly aware of these criticisms, has put the relationship in a rocky place by The Tower of Nero, giving them the possibility of overcoming the above criticisms and their own flaws, or giving fanfic writers an out and pairing Leo with another character or have him single, but happy. Either way, in my opinion Caleo is a bad ship when it comes to how it was created, alongside the flaws and unfortunate implications it has.

While I can see some of the chemistry the ship has, you can’t just use a couple of moments where they get along as evidence that they belong together, especially with the above reasons. That’s like using a band-aid to cover a bullet hole without removing the bullet, stopping the bleeding, and preventing infection. If both characters and their relationship had been given more time to develop, I would understand how they would get together. 

[buoyantsaturn]

I’m all eyes (1/1)

summary: So, obviously, if Nico was wearing Jason’s sweatshirt, then they must be dating, right?

word count: 1,871

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Will didn’t think he was the jealous type. Jealousy required some amount of anger, right? But he wasn’t angry - maybe just disappointed. And really, he didn’t even have all of the facts, so he shouldn’t let himself get worked up over it anyway. 

It’s just that, well. It sucked to always look over at the Big Three table to see Nico in that giant purple SPQR sweatshirt. Or, it didn’t suck - it was a good look, and purple was definitely Nico’s color, as much as Will would prefer to see him in camp orange. The part that sucked was that Jason was always sitting beside him, and that sweatshirt definitely looked like it was Jason’s size. 

So, obviously, if Nico was wearing Jason’s sweatshirt, then they must be dating, right? And on the one hand, it was exciting, because that meant Nico was into guys, which meant that Will might have a chance with him (and bonus points because he, too, was tall, blond, and blue-eyed). On the other hand, Nico was taken, and Will wasn’t a homewrecker (or whatever the fifteen year old version of a homewrecker was).

Anyway, Will had a lot of mixed feelings about seeing Nico in that sweatshirt. And he kept having those mixed feelings when he started to see more and more of Nico around camp. He would come by the archery range while Will was practicing with his shotgun (on his own target that he’d made specifically for shooting practice). He had started going to campfires (where he would pull the sweatshirt over his knees and turn himself into an adorable purple blob). He’d even started coming by the infirmary every few days so that Will could make sure he was keeping his fading in check (so, to be fair, Will had asked him to stop by occasionally, but that was for purely medical reasons).

On one particularly hot day in September, Nico entered the infirmary sans sweatshirt, and Will’s heart jumped in his chest. Sure, he’d seen Nico without that sweatshirt on a few times before, but he’d reacted the same way then, too. He tried to act normal, checking Nico’s solidity and making sure that his arms and legs still cast shadows, but the second Piper stepped into the infirmary, Will’s mind went blank.

She was wearing a giant purple SPQR sweatshirt, the one that looked just like Jason’s that Nico always wore. And hadn’t Jason and Piper been dating before they set off on the Argo II? 

“Is that Jason’s sweatshirt?” Will’s mouth asked before his brain could stop it.

Piper paused and glanced down, like she’d forgotten what she was wearing. “Oh, uh, yeah. Nyssa’s got the AC blasting in the bunker, so I snagged this from Jason’s cabin on the way here.”

“Oh.” Did that mean they were still dating? Or maybe they just had a really amicable breakup? Or...Nico, Jason, and Piper were all in some sort of polyamorous relationship? Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course, but the three of them together certainly made for an odd bunch. “Sorry, did you need help?” 

She shook her head. “Nah, just came to see what was holding Nico up. He’s been helping us try to track down Leo.” 

“Really?” Will asked, glancing at Nico in surprise. “That’s...nice of you.” 

Nico shrugged. “I’m just gonna make sure he stays dead this time.” 

Will grinned. “Ah. That’s more like it.” 

“So, am I good to go?” Nico asked. “I’d like to track Leo down before Thanatos does.” 

Will rolled his eyes fondly. “Yeah, go ahead. But as a bit of medical advice, murder might not be best for your mental health.” 

Nico scrunched up his nose. “I don’t think you have to worry about that.” 

“Sure, Death Boy,” Will said, brushing off his reply. It was probably a joke anyway. Right? “Get out of here already. I’ll see you later.” 

As Nico started toward the door, Piper threw an arm around him, which Nico immediately tried to shove off, albeit unsuccessfully. Once he was sure they were gone, and once Kayla returned from her snack break, Will snuck out the back entrance.

He went to the cave under Half Blood Hill, announcing himself as he pushed the curtain aside and walked in. He found Rachel the way he usually did, one bare foot holding a paintbrush as she worked on her current project. “Hey,” she greeted, not lifting her eyes from the canvas.

“Hey,” Will replied moments before flopping down face-first onto a pile of overstuffed pillows. He was pretty sure it was the space that Rachel pretended was her bed whenever she stayed the night at camp so that Chiron wouldn’t realize that she snuck into the Apollo cabin every night to sleep on one of the spare bunks. He’d gotten close with Rachel since the end of the Titan war, seeing as he was usually the one to catch her when she collapsed after giving a prophecy. It had helped them bond. Now Rachel felt like something of a sister, except Will’s only experience with siblings were his godly siblings, who always just felt like close friends. So, anyway, Rachel was somewhere between Will’s newest vaguely-related sister and a close friend. Which meant that they had a good enough relationship that they could sit in silence without it being awkward, which was how the next few minutes passed.

Then, Will lifted his face off of a pillow and glanced to the side, spotting a familiar shade of purple. He picked it up - an oversized SPQR sweatshirt. “Whose is this?” 

“Huh?” Rachel barely glanced away for a second before turning back to her easel. “Oh. That’s Nico’s. He must’ve left it here last night.” 

Will’s head snapped up. “Nico was here? Wait, you hang out with Nico?” 

Rachel shrugged. She leaned forward and pulled the brush out from between her toes, apparently deciding that Will had become too much of a distraction for the time being. “Yeah, we go way back. We both helped Percy and Annabeth with the Labyrinth, remember? And then after that he would check in on me sometimes to, like, make sure nobody came after me. It was kinda creepy at first, you know, because he just sort of appears out of nowhere sometimes? But as soon as I started feeding him, he opened his mouth and never really shut up, so the creepiness kinda faded.” 

Will smoothed a hand across the fabric. It was soft, and big enough that it would fit him easily. And Rachel said it was Nico’s, not Jason’s - not that it could be, since he’d just seen Piper wearing Jason’s about ten minutes ago. And if Rachel and Nico were friends, then she would know-- “So Nico’s not dating Jason?” 

Rachel blinked, clearly taken aback by the question, and then laughed. “No, definitely not.”

Will’s brain was moving too fast for him to process anything. “He-- I--” He scrambled to his feet and gathered the sweatshirt in his hands. “I gotta go!” 

“Uh, bye?” Rachel called after him as Will took off out of the cave. Piper had said that she was with Nyssa at Bunker Nine, so Will took off toward the woods. He was grateful for his long legs that carried him across camp so quickly, leaping over fallen branches and thankfully not tripping up on any roots. He found himself outside Bunker Nine in no time, and it wasn’t long before his eyes landed on Nico. He sprinted up to the other boy, hunching over for half a second to catch his breath before he said, “Can I talk to you?” 

Nico nodded, his eyes wide in obvious surprise at having Will suddenly appear in front of him. (Served him right for doing the same to everyone else for the last few years.) Will led him out of the bunker and away from listening ears, and then handed over the sweatshirt.

“Oh,” Nico said, sounding almost disappointed. “Um. Thanks.” 

“Rachel told me it was yours, so I...brought it,” Will told him. “I always thought-- I mean, I assumed-- You and Jason are just so close, and I figured--” 

“I don’t like Jason,” Nico said quickly, defensively, and his cheeks began to color. “Not… Not like that, I mean. He just got this for me because he was sick of me stealing his all the time.” 

“No, right, of course,” Will replied as his heart sank. “I mean-- Oh gods, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume you liked guys-- I never should’ve--” 

“I do,” Nico cut in, and Will’s mouth snapped shut. “I, um. I’m...gay.” 

“Oh. Oh! Cool! I mean, I am too! Or, uh, I’m bi, but, uh. I like guys, too.”

If Will’s arms weren’t frozen at his side, he probably would’ve smacked himself for babbling like a total idiot. But maybe it was worth it to see the way Nico’s cheeks continued to grow red.

“Cool,” Nico said softly, dropping his gaze to his shoes before rapidly looking around at anything that wasn’t Will. “Would you, um. Would you maybe be interested in sitting with me at the campfire tonight?” 

Will was pretty sure his soul had left his body, but he still managed to ask, “Like, as a date?” 

Nico scuffed the toe of his shoe against the dirt. “If… If you want.” 

“Yeah!” Will said quickly, and then, “That would be, um. Cool.” 

“Cool,” Nico repeated. He started fidgeting with the sweatshirt in his hands before he suddenly held it out to Will. “You should take this. It’ll probably be cold tonight, so…” 

Will barely managed to stop himself from saying, it’s okay, I have my own. Instead, he forced his hands out to take the sweatshirt back. “Cool.” Did he know any other word in the English language besides cool? “I’ll, um. See you tonight then.” 

Nico smiled, and Will’s heart soared. “Yeah. See you tonight.” 

When Will arrived at the campfire later, happily yet nervously showing off the SPQR laurels on his chest, he made his way straight to Nico, relieved to see that the other boy had shown up in just a t-shirt. 

“Hey,” Will said, smiling brightly as he sat down in the open space beside Nico. “You know, it might get cold this far from the fire. Maybe you should borrow this.” Will held out his own neatly folded orange camp hoodie, one with a large 7 on the back and a red cross on one sleeve - a sweatshirt that was unmistakably Will’s. 

Nico smiled down at the sweatshirt, and then up at Will like this was exactly what he’d been hoping for. “Okay,” he said as he took the sweatshirt and pulled it on over his head. 

“It might be a little big on you,” Will warned, but Nico only smiled brighter when his head popped out of the neck hole. 

“That’s okay,” Nico replied. Just the very tips of his fingers stuck out the ends of the sleeves, and Will got the sudden urge to hold Nico’s hand. Maybe he would try later, when Nico didn’t have all of his focus directed at Will. “That’s how I like it.” 

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[justonemorechapternicercy]

Hello, Gen! ^-^ Random, but - High Warlock!Nico/Shadowhunter!Percy headcanons??? (the thought process behind that was that I've been thinking about a Teen Wolf/Shadowhunter crossover these days, which brought me to your Teen Wolf/Percy Jackson crossover and thus, to close the circle, I came back to an old fave and got curious! :D)

Okay, okay, okay.

So-

- Hades is the demon parent - obviously. Nico grew up in the Republic of Venice (La Serenissima), with his sister around the 15th century (just because Renaissance 😍). Maria was the daughter of the current Doge that time, but they tended to die suddenly. How tragic.

- But it was really tragic, because Maria was also murdered when he was, leaving Bianca and Nico orphans, in need to flee from Venice. Rome, here they come!

- Unfortunately, it wasn't the best choice, because after awhile, Bianca caught the attention of Cesare Borgia, and she, too, was killed. After that, Nico spent some years in a rage, letting his demonic side out.

- It was not a nice decade. Century? A few centuries at the most.

- After that, he traveled around the world, afloat, trying to find some reason for his existence.

- He found one: his half-sister from his father's side, Hazel, and her lovers, Frank (vampire) and Leo (warlock).

- Right. I forgot to mention his demon mark is his completely black eyes, silver claws and bat wings. (Hazel's is her golden, cat-like eyes and her ridiculously fluffy cat ears.)

- Nico never stepped a foot into Venice over the centuries (not until his honeymoon with his husband leads to there, wanting to introduce him to his family).

- He didn't really want to become a High Warlock, especially not of San Francisco, because that city was too dark, had too many criminals (both mundane and downworlder) and the Shadowhunters were too racists, but. Hazel and her husbands found home there, so what could he do? Leave them alone to fend for themselves? Obviously not.

- So, he started cleaning up a bit around his home, starting with the current High Warlock, and the other underworld leaders who tried to manipulate, hurt, and/or kill his family members.

Hmmm...

- Percy Jackson's father was a Circle member, so he is not in his life, but because his mother is a good little Shadowhunter, they are just under mild suspicion.

- His parabatai is Grover. (You can't convince me otherwise u.u)

- His mother, seeing the Lightwoods not really wanting another kid, adopted Jace. Because I want Jace and Percy to be brothers, dammit!

- They grew up with the Lightwoods, the Chases (as in Annabeth, Grover, and Luke Case) and the Graces, so the New York Institute, despite of the adults' effort to make it unpleasant, was always full of life. Sure, they learned everything, and when they needed to be, they were serious, but- Honestly. Nine kids growing up together? Sounds chaotic ngl.

- Mostly everything happened as in the show with Clary, so hello, eleven teenagers, a child and two immortals (Sounds exhausting...)!

- Okay, so. Because they have more people, more trusted friends, some things happens differently. Especially that they don't let the Clave take over the Institute. (Honestly, Annabeth and Izzy, then Clary and Lydia working together? They could take over the whole world.)

- Jace and Percy are proud pansexuals. (Sally would never allow them to be ashamed for their sexuality u.u) Because of this, it is Jace, who realizes his crush on Alec, and asks him on a date, regardless of them being parabatai. So, a fairly confident pair meet with Magnus, who immediately notices them. I mean, how could he not?!

- As they need all help they could get, Magnus calls for his old friend, Nico, who, redundantly, but decides to help them out. And when he steps out of his portal, how glad he is for his decision! That pretty, green-eyed Shadowhunter is really, really, really yummy looking.

- But there is no time for romance, no matter what the happy threesome... Raphael and Simon... Izzy and Lydia... Annabeth and Clary (or is it Izzy and Clary, Lydia and Annabeth? 🤔 Percy doesn't know. The answer is: it's all the four together) and all of their happiness seems to suggest.

- So, they wait. And flirt with each other. And irritate the others with their UST.

- But then finally, the war ends, everything is peaceful and the future is full of hope, so of course it is time for their first date!

- It goes horribly wrong. Percy is late because he had a Downworlder problem; the restaurant Nico choose has to be evacuated because of faulty pipes; the hamburger place throws them out for being gay; and when they finally find a nice pizzeria that is up to Nico's standards, he is called away for an emergency.

- It is a complete disaster. They are conflicted, think that it was a sign that it is just not meant to be, but Jace, Grover and Annabeth throw him through Magnus' portal before he could completely close himself off of having a warlock boyfriend.

- He lands in Nico's lap.

- They end up married. Well. Not that day.

- That day they decide that who cares about "real" dates, if they could hug, and talk, and spend time together without even going out? They know each other, they obviously like each other, it's not like they need that awkward stage in their relationship where they don't know anything about the other and their expectations.

- But they do end up getting married. And have a ceremony where they connect their lives together literally, so that they would live until the other lives.

- While Percy moves to San Francisco, there's a constant portal between Nico's and Magnus' place, so basically the friend group spend just as much time together as they did before, just now they have Nico, Hazel, Frank and Leo as well.

- Izzy is their surrogate, because she looks the closest to Nico, so when their little daughter is born with Percy's fluffy hair, and dark brown eyes, similar to Nico's, she looks as the perfect combination of the two of them. Their second child is an abandoned Downworlder with fluffy, blue, feather-y hair and curious, yellow eyes.

- They have two dogs and a cat. Obviously. u.u

I... I think that's all for today, but it's more than I thought I would have for you when I started to write the answer 😅 I hope you like it 😅😚 even if it is not exactly what you asked for 💀

[ynscrazylife]

Hello once again. Could I please get a Daisy Johnson x Reader fic? Set sometime after the fall of SHIELD & Coulson has actually told the Avengers he's alive. The Avengers have called in SHIELD to help out on a mission where the reader meets Daisy. You can choose how that plays out. Reader is a super soldier that is mentored by Natasha & Clint who chooses to use a bow like the latter. Thanks

Yes! Thank you for requesting.

The Agent and the Avenger

Summary: Y/N, an Avenger, meets Daisy Johnson, a SHIELD Agent, when the Avengers need SHIELD’s help on a mission. What happens when Y/N and Daisy start to fall for each other?

“Bullseye,” Y/N said, smiling in satisfactory as her arrow hit the mark. She raised her bow and got into position and let go. “Bullseye . . . Bullseye . . . Andddd bullseye!” One after one, her arrows hit their target perfectly. 

“Is that your new theme song? The word ‘bullseye’ over and over again?” A voice from behind her teased. 

Y/N turned around and saw one of her mentors, Natasha, standing with her in the archery range and giving her a smirk. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as well. “It just might be,” she said, playing along with this little game. 

Natasha chuckled and walked over to her, peering at her target with all its arrows in it. It resembled a porcupine. “You might just be better than Clint,” the redhead observed.

“Hey!” Another voice interrupted, protesting. Y/N’s other mentor had joined the women. “None of that.” 

Natasha and Y/N laughed at the sour look on his face. 

“What are you two doing here?” Y/N asked, switching the topic and going to put her bow away. 

“Oh, right,” Natasha recalled, having momentarily forgotten why she and Clint came. “We’re gonna go on a mission, leaving tonight, and Coulson’s SHIELD team is gonna assist us.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrows in interest. “Is it a difficult one?” She asked. 

“Steve suspects it will be, yes, and it’ll be a big one. There’s a Hydra base far out storing some dangerous weapons. Some of it is also SHIELD technology, and it’s a large base,” Natasha clarified. 

Y/N nodded. “Who’s coming with us, exactly?” She asked.

“Coulson, May, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, and Daisy Johnson. Coulson, May, and Daisy will be on the field with us, but Fitz and Jemma are going to stay with Bruce in the Quinjet,” Natasha answered. 

Y/N thought for a moment. She had met May and Coulson briefly because they were close to Natasha and Clint, but hadn’t met the other agents. 

“I’ll get ready, then,” she told both of her mentors, a smile on her face. 

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Hours later, the Avengers were settled in the Quinjet. They were just waiting on the SHIELD agents. Steve and Tony were at the pilots seat, Bruce was typing away at one of their computers, Thor was balancing Mjolnir on various objects, and Y/N sat in-between Natasha and Clint, the three of them talking on the couch. 

“Hello, hello, Mighty Avengers!” 

Y/N looked up from her conversation to see Coulson walking in with a smile on his face, May at his side, and leading the three other agents behind them. Immediately, all of the Avengers got up to meet them. 

Y/N followed Natasha and Clint and watched them greet May and Coulson warmly as Thor went over to speak to Steve and Tony. The two agents, Fitz and Simmons, Y/N guessed, quickly went off with Bruce which left Y/N looking around until her eyes fell on the only other person standing by herself.

Holyyyyy shit. 

She was gorgeous. One second Y/N was composed and a little nervous and the next she was . . . in awe. The woman standing in front of her must have put her under a love spell or something because Y/N felt her heart fluttering and butterflies flying around her stomach. 

“Hey! I’m Daisy Johnson, and you?” 

Oh Lordy lord. Even her voice was charming. Daisy held her hand out and Y/N swallowed a lump in her throat, shaking her hand. As soon as her hand touched Daisy’s, a new and bigger wave of nerves crashed into her. 

“I’m, uh, I’m Y/N . . . Y/N Y/LN,” Y/N introduced herself, stumbling over her words and smiling shyly at Daisy. 

Daisy grinned. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.” 

Just hearing her name come out of Daisy’s mouth made Y/N feel like she was going to pass out.

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After everyone was introduced, they took their seats. Y/N resumed sitting in-between Natasha and Clint, as May and Daisy sat across from them. During the ride, Natasha and May were deeply engaged in a conversation, while Clint and Daisy chatted occasionally. Y/N, however, was distracted the whole time, mostly by how pretty and charming Daisy was. 

“Okay, team! We’re landing, so listen up,” Steve said in a loud voice, catching everyone’s attention. “We’re gonna divide and conquer. Clint and Tony, Natasha and May, myself and Coulson, and Y/N and Daisy. Leopold and Jemma will stay with Bruce.” 

Everyone nodded, gravitating towards her partners, but Y/N froze. 

She was paired up with the woman she had a growing crush on? It was like Steve wanted her to blow the mission for them all (granted, he didn’t know she had a crush on her, but still).

“Hey, looks like we’re partners,” Daisy’s voice drew her from her thoughts. 

Y/N whipped around to look at her and nodded, biting her lip because she thought that if she spoke, she’d likely make a fool out of herself.

Minutes later, the teams were all set. They had landed and everyone moved out. As Daisy and Y/N had moved into their section of the base and were walking down one of the hallways, Daisy suddenly stopped in her tracks, hailing Y/N too.

“We need to get to the bottom of something,” Daisy said, and turned off her comms. 

Y/N stared at her, confused. Daisy motioned for her to turn off her comms too, which she did after a moment’s hesitation. 

“Who do you have a crush on?” Daisy asked. 

Y/N blinked. “What?” She asked in return, dumbfounded. 

Daisy cracked a smile. “You have a crush on someone! I can tell. It’s making you all nervous and stuff,” she insisted. 

“I don’t have a crush on anyone,” Y/N protested, but she betrayed herself when she blushed. 

Crap. 

Daisy picked up the pace again. “Well, it can’t be any of the Avengers, right? They’re too old for you . . . I haven’t seen you on your phone on the Quinjet so it can’t be someone else . . . you barely talked to Fitz or Simmons and Phil and May are too old for you so . . .” she trailed off and turned to Y/N, stopping again, as realization dawned on her. 

Fear suddenly struck Y/N. The mission was forgotten. “I don’t-” she started to say, but Daisy cut her off as she wore a confident, quirky smile. 

“For the record, I think you’re cute. Can I take you out on a date after the mission?” She asked casually, as if they weren’t on a very important mission and Y/N hadn’t just been outed for a crush. 

Y/N’s jaw dropped for a moment. Did Daisy really just say that? She struggled to compose herself, and couldn’t stop a goofy smile from wiggling its way onto her lips. She nodded. “I’d like that. Speaking of the mission, we should probably turn comms on and keep going,” she said, chuckling.

[marichat-verse]

Mist Memories

Leo Valdez x reader for his birthday ahhhh (even though it's angsty) with a platonic/developing jason x reader cameo at the end (lmao im sorry i couldn't help myself 😭)

Based on this picture I found in pinterest + also [kinda] based on traitor by olivia rodrigo and omg i really recommend u guys listen to this edit because it reminds me so much of this fic that's been stuck in my head for MONTHS also kind of a run away with me prologue lol

Your POV

I nervously made my way across the forest until I reached a limestone cliff. I knocked on the iron door, not really expecting to get an answer.

My boyfriend has been shutting himself in Bunker 9 for the past few weeks. I stood there counting up to seven before knocking again. I knocked again two more times, until he answered in the middle of my last knock.

He removed his goggles and winced as sunlight hit his eyes. He'd grown thinner and paler, making the dark circles in his eyes more pronounced.

"Oh, Leo..." I reached out to brush a few strands of hair away from his face, but he moved away.

"What are you doing here?" He said in a monotone voice.

I moved to walk inside the Bunker, brushing off his hesitation to let me in. "I'm your partner, remember? And I'm really concerned because you're shutting yourself out lately. You know everyone's starting to worry about you. Percy asked me to check on you because you missed pegasus riding with him. Oh, and I'm pretty sure Jason's coming back from Camp Jupiter soon. I was hoping you and Annabeth could be with Piper while Percy and I hung out with Jason because it's been a little awkward since their breakup. Plus Piper wanted to tell you something—"

"Please," he said forcefully causing me to stop and look at him. "Just... Get out."

Normally, he'd shut himself from the world for a few days to work on an important project or because he was feeling really sad and he needed space. But this was getting out of hand. He had never locked me out of his life when I offered to help him. He was never this mean when he asked for space. I was not having this attitude of his.

"Okay, Leo. I tried to play nice. What is so important that you blow off all your friends for nearly a month that you can't even tell your partner, or maybe say hi to your best friend who's coming back from the other side of the country?"

He didn't say anything. He pursed his lips and avoided eye contact. I scanned he room for any signs.

It was messier than usual with all the crumpled paper scattered on the floor, especially on his desk. He could have been drawing up new plans. Something in my gut told me that something wasn't right. There were no new unfinished projects, indicating that he wasn't starting a new invention. Harley's helicopter lay on his bench in the same state it was weeks ago. Huh, not even his siblings could enter the Bunker.

I turned and Leo was already changing Festus' oil. I took this moment of distraction to pick up a few pieces of crumpled paper on the floor and on his desk. I had to process the words a bit longer—too long that Leo took notice. Damn dyslexia.

I heard footsteps speed up behind me, but it was too late. I read enough and got the gist of what he had been trying to do these past few weeks.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled at me. Small embers started to erupt between his curls.

I laughed dryly. "So this is what you've been up to?"

His fists tightened, further crumpling the paper in his hands. His eyes flashed with anger, despair and confusion.

I sighed and focused my eyes on his desk, not daring to look at him any longer. Under some pieces of paper were old photographs of him and Piper from Wilderness School. Yup, those definitely were the mist memories she had with Jason. I read the latest draft he'd been writing:

Dear Piper,

Remember the mist memories from boarding school with Jason? They were real, but they were with me.

I miss you. I miss when it was just us. I miss the night on the roof.

Yours truly,

Leo Valdez

I tried to keep my voice from cracking. "How long?"

I heard him sigh. "Three weeks."

I balled my fists. Tears started to fall and smudge the ink. I wiped them away as fast as they came.

"How?"

"In a dream," his tone softened now. "Hera came to me in a dream and told me to check an old drawer in Bunker 9. I found the photos and the memories came rushing back."

"How long were you dating back then?"

"Two weeks."

"Were you ever going to tell me?"

Silence; then a deep breath.

"No."

I shook my head in disbelief. "Why?"

"Because I knew you'd get upset like—"

"I meant why would you throw away months of our relationship for a couple of weeks of your relationship with her? And without even bothering to tell me? Gods damn it, Leo. We've been together since you've first arrived at camp. And what about those promises you made when we were sailing to Greece? You've been keeping these feelings away from me and you've been lying to me, making me believe that there's still something between us and—"

"Oh, calm down," he said with an annoyed expression and tone, which only infuriated me more, "it's not like I did anything were her yet! I didn't kiss her or tell her how I truly felt for her! She just got out of a relationship with Jason around the same time I had that dream. I had to figure out how to talk to her about it. I've been alone in this Bunker for three. Fucking. Weeks. I didn't cheat on you."

"Oh, and that makes everything better?" I countered. "Being in a relationship isn't about not cheating, Leo. It's about being honest and communicating with each other."

"Oh, like you've been communicating with me? After the war, you take go back to Manhattan for school, and you take a job. I haven't seen you much during the holidays because work has been keeping you in the city. And you won't tell me what you even do for a living!"

I took in a deep breath. "I told you I needed to have a life outside of camp! I needed to know first that I could handle myself in the mortal world as a normal human being. I needed this demigod part of my life to be separate as much as possible! I've been in two wars, Leo. I needed time to myself, too. And I was about to tell you guys in a few more days. But I guess now, I'm glad I've kept you out of that part of my life. At least I have an escape from all of this. And now, especially from you."

I took another deep breath and walked to the door, about to let myself out. I turned back again, both our tear-stained eyes meeting each other.

"If it makes you feel any better," I said softly, "I would've hated the idea of us breaking up. But if you really love her, if you really feel like you have this special connection to her and she makes you happy, then I won't get in your way. You could at least have had the decency to talk to me so we could have left on a good note."

He looked at me with wide eyes, clearly regretting his actions. I sighed and looked around the Bunker, possibly for the last time. Lots of memories were definitely created in this room; all just as grand and meaningful as the inventions they made here. But just like some of Hephaestus' contraptions, some of them were flawed and dumped in his scrapyard, no matter how much potential it could have had.

"Goodbye, Leo."

I sat on a rock on the beach that gave me a beautiful view of Long Island Sound. To my left, the sun started to set, casting an orange filter on everything. My heart broke, remembering how everything glowed orange in the Bunker. Leo always left the fires burning when he was working. The sunlight twinkling against the sea reminded me of how small bits of flame peaked through his hair earlier. I remembered how mad he was at me. Or maybe he was mostly mad at himself.

"Hey."

I jumped when someone sat—or rather, landed—beside me. I turned and smiled, seeing one of my good friends back at camp.

"Hey, you're back," I said weakly. "How long have you been here?"

He smiled at me, although he could maybe sense that something was wrong. "Half an hour, maybe? I saw Annabeth making plans to expand camp to have a city. She made me do an aerial inspection and I told her I'll get back to her tonight. That's when I saw you."

"Mhmm," I mumbled, not really knowing what to say. It was silent for a few minutes before I spoke up again, knowing he was just waiting for me to open up.

"I broke up with Leo."

His head quickly turned to me. I guess he wasn't expecting it to be that bad. "What?"

"Oh yeah," I laughed dryly. "Turns out the mist memories Piper had in Wilderness School with you? They were real. But not with you."

His eyes widened. "Oh... With Leo."

"He locked himself in the Bunker for weeks trying to write a letter. It was heartbreaking. Like, truly heartbreaking. He wanted to tell her how much he missed her and how much he missed them. Then he said how much he missed that night with her under the stars and... It hurt. Like hell."

"Oh," he said. "I guess Piper didn't tell me everything then."

"She knew all along?"

He shook his head. "Maybe not everything, but she told me she's been confused about her feelings lately and she'd been having visions or dreams of possible old memories that were messing with her head."

"I'm sorry about you and Piper," I said.

"Don't be," he said. "I understand her. It did hurt, though. But I think I can get over it some day. We're still awkward around each other, but at least we left on a good note."

I scoffed. "Leo couldn't even give me a good ending to our relationship."

"Hey," he said as he put a hand on my shoulder. "You're a great person, y/n. You've done so much, especially for him. It's his loss that he was stupid enough to let go of you."

"I know that."

"Do you really?"

"I do!" I said. "I'm a great person and I know that. But that doesn't mean what he did doesn't hurt me."

"I know," he said. "You'll find someone who'll treat you like the queen that you are. You're a great person, and I'm not just saying this to cheer you up. I truly think you're amazing."

I smiled at him. "Thanks, Jason. And you'll find someone great, too. Maybe not as great as me but, then again, who is?"

We both let out a laugh. The conch sounded in the distance, signaling dinner. I moved to stand up before hearing Jason speak up again.

"Hey, do you maybe want to just grab a couple of plates and eat out here?"

I smiled. "Yeah. That sounds good. I don't really want everyone else hounding me about the breakup right now."

I don't know how long it was going to take me to get over Leo. We really did gave something special. It was cruel how the universe gave me something so good, to make me have hope that something was finally going right, then have it yanked away from my arms just as suddenly as it came.

He never cheated on me, but that didn't mean he didn't betray every promise we made to each other. I should have known it was too good to be true. Life has always played cruel jokes on me.

Then again, who's to say that things won't turn out for the better, right?

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Tagging: @drvrslcense @bubblybubbubs @dreamerball @quteez @aesthetxcimagines @chasingpj @beingleft @wadewilsonsgreatestfriend

[camxle]

time: 2:45am

date: august 6th 2022

location: le cirque nightclub

Cam had made this walk before. A few steps was all it took to get from the back doors of Le Cirque to her designated spot in the parking lot. Exterior lights provided a soft glow of light to guide her to her car. Security cameras were also mounted outside the club to keep a watchful eye on what was going on outside. Living in such a safe city, Cam worried very little about a quick stroll through a darkened parking lot on her own. She had taken self defense classes in the past and kickboxed on a regular basis. If something were to happen, Cam felt confident in her ability to protect herself.

The club had already closed for the night by the time Cam made her way out the back doors. The parking lot was practically barren when she stepped outside. Besides her own vehicle, all that remained was Leo and the bar manager’s cars. Digging around in her purse for her keys, Cam started off on that familiar walk she had made dozens of times before. With her attention focused on shuffling around through the black hole that was her purse, Cam had forgotten to be mindful of her surroundings. She didn’t hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching her from behind.

“Cam!”

Hearing her name being called out so abruptly sent a jolt of shock to her nerves, kicking off her heartbeat at frantic pace. She spun around just in time to see a male figure swinging his arm towards her. There was no time to react as the dark, heavy object in his hand collided violently against the side of her face. White hot pain seared its way along her jawline and into her skull. The force behind the strike sent Cam tumbling to the side, falling roughly on her hands and knees. Droplets of blood fell from her bottom lip, landing quietly on the hard concrete beneath her. A hand suddenly snatched up a handful of the back collar of her shirt, hoisting the club owner off her knees and on to her feet. He shuffled them forward a few steps before aggressively shoving Cam against her car. She leaned against the vehicle for support, blinking through the dizziness swimming around in her head. He bent down to pick up the car keys that had tumbled out of her purse, keeping the gun in his hand aimed at her chest. The male threw the keys down at her feet, wiping away the thick beads of sweat forming across his brow.

“We’re going to get in your car and go for a little drive.”

He moved in closer, making his intentions clear by the unsettling look in his bloodshot eyes. He tilted his gun to aim under her chin, wetting his thin lips. It was at that moment realization struck her. She had seen this man around Le Cirque before. He had attended the poker games being secretly held in the backroom of her nightclub. There was something else triggering Cam’s sense of familiarity. A memory of this man’s face outside of Le Cirque. This wasn’t just some common criminal or drunken thug trying to get his kicks. This man came from a family of wealth and respect. Douglas Bentley, son to one of the most powerful judges in the state of Colorado.

“You try anything stupid and I’ll empty every round I have into your pretty fucking face.”

Cam couldn’t help but stare down at the weapon being aimed at her. She had been around guns before. Gregory had owned a few and taught Cam how to handle one in case of an emergency. She had been educated enough to know when the safety on the gun was turned on and when it was turned off. In the case of the man who had just attacked her, his was turned off. Cam mentally told herself to try and remain as calm as possible. She didn’t have a chance in hell if she was in a state of panic. “Okay, whatever you say. I can be cool.” Cam slowly bent down, wincing slightly as the cuts on her knees stretched painfully across her skin. Her fingers curled around the keys, pulling in one last steadying breath. Before giving it another thought, Cam lunged upwards, driving the heel of her hand against the bottom on his chin with all the force she could muster. The sickening click of his jaw reached her ears. He stumbled backwards, groaning loudly from the strike to his chin. Cam sent her leg swinging forward between his legs, crushing her shin against his groin. The gun tumbled away from his fingers and clattered to the ground as the wounded male hunched over, gasping out a sharp breath from the bruising impact. “I hope that fucking hurt!” Cam angrily spat at her attacker. “I know this will.” She didn’t give the male any time to react as she swung her leg around, delivering a roundhouse kick to the side of his head. The club owner watched as his eyes rolled under his lids and he sank to the ground in a limp heap. Cam carefully skirted the gun away from him with her foot, wiping away the blood that was spilling out the side of her mouth. The sudden sound of the back doors of Le Cirque opening startled Cam, causing her to raise her hands into a fighting stance. Leo appeared outside with bags of trash in his hands and a look of horror in his eyes. Cam expelled a small, shaky breath of relief, lowering her arms to rest by her sides. He dropped the trash bags and rushed over to Cam, gasping when he saw the male passed out in the parking lot. 

“Oh my God, are you okay? Did he do that to you?” Leo questioned with concern pooling in his eyes, reaching into his back pocket with shaky hands to retrieve his cell phone. “Do you need an ambulance?”

Cam looked away from Leo, turning her gaze to glare down at the male spayed out on the ground. She shook her head at the question. “I don’t–-but he might.”