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Jasico Bingo Challenge: sharing a bed

It took all of ten minutes for Jason to cave and climb into Nico’s too-big bed. His weight dips the mattress to one side, and as he slides under the blankets, Nico gets hit with his fan’s frigid breeze.

“Told you,” he mutters, flipping over onto his left side. He sticks his hand under his pillow.

Jason makes a face, wrinkling his nose and giving Nico a sort of side-glare, before he settles fully down, hugging Nico’s spare pillow. “I don’t like disobeying Miss Sally.”

Two months ago, Nico would’ve been right there with him. He’s lived under her roof long enough to know which rules they can nudge, though. “Percy constantly lets Grover share his bed.”

“Percy and Grover are different,” Jason says, his voice just a shade above a whisper. “You know it’s different.”

Nico shrugs. “Sally doesn’t know that.”

Jason looks far less amused than he should. “I’m serious,” he says.

This is what Nico gets for dating a serial rule-follower, he supposes. Rules are rigid and unbending, in Jason’s mind, no matter how insignificant. He approaches “entrance” and “exit” signs like he’ll get arrested for mixing them up.

It’s something they’re working on, together. It’s something Nico can help with. It’s always tricky, with Jason, working around the thorny patches of his logic, but Nico knows firsthand that once Jason can tame that anxiety, he’ll feel so much better.

Nico is also aware it took him almost half a year to even start changing his own habits regarding rules, or moreso his perception of them, and that was only after a few years of built up trauma around it. Jason has his whole life to unwind.

But, there is still progress, which Nico makes sure Jason knows he’s proud of. It’s easy to start with things Jason wants that he sees as outside the rule-boundary, things like sneaking dessert out of the pavilion at camp so they can eat it somewhere peaceful, or sharing Nico’s oversized princess bed so he doesn’t have to sleep on the floor.

Sometimes it feels a little bit like treat-training a dog. Nico did something similar with Mrs. O’Leary and Cerberus, after all. It’s a guilty thought to have. Jason isn’t a dog, and Nico isn’t his owner, isn’t trying to train him. He’s just…he wants Jason to feel free. He hates when Jason mentally butts up against one of the walls of his cage and physically recoils from something that would make him feel better. Make him feel good, and human, and normal.

“I want you up here,” Nico says. He matches the gravity of Jason’s tone, watches Jason’s eyes dart around, lit by the dimmed string of star-shaped lights over the bed. Nico reaches out, slowly, and pokes Jason’s wrist. “I know I’ll sleep better if you’re here.”

Jason swallows. He shifts his weight on the mattress, his foot kicking out just barely into Nico’s space. “What if Miss Sally comes to check on us, and she sees-? Will she get mad?”

“Maybe.” He wants to temper Jason’s fears, not lie to them. He hasn’t seen Sally get mad at anything other than when the dogs chew on shoes, or when he and Percy fight too loud in the backyard. This, something easy enough to explain, he doesn’t think she’d mind. “But she would never punish me, or you, over it. Over anything. The worst she’d do is give us a stern talking to, and maybe make us sleep on the couch next time.”

“The couch is an option?”

Ugh, no, the couch is not an option. Nico taps his fingers against Jason’s wrist bone and wrinkles up his nose, tucking himself up more in his comfortable blankets and pillows.

Jason, finally, breaks into a little smile. “You’re spoiled now.”

“Hush. I’m allowed to like having a bed, and I’m allowed to want to share it with my b..with my boyfriend.”

The room hushes over, the sound of the fan hiding how hard Nico’s heart thumps.

It’s still new, that part of this. It’s still hard to say it out loud. Pushing out of his comfort zone is something Nico is working on himself, though.

Jason beams. He’s probably blushing, though it’s too dark to see and Nico’s half buried his face in the pillow to hide his own face.

“Shut up,” he grumbles.

Jason turns his hand around and laces their fingers together. He finally lets go of the tension in his arms, lets himself sink into the bed. Nico feels how the blanket moves with it.

“You’ve convinced me,” Jason whispers. “But if we do get caught, you’re doing the talking.”

“Deal,” Nico says, and squeezes Jason’s hand. He peeks, just to see another glimpse of that smile. He likes Jason’s smile. It doesn’t even ache to admit it anymore. “Go to sleep, now.”

“Can do.”

(Sally pokes her head in at eight AM, after Nico and Jason miss breakfast. She blinks, at first confused to see the empty pallet at Nico’s bedside, then understanding when she sees the bed itself.

Jason is fast asleep at the edge of the bed, peaceful and relaxed, hugging a pillow to his chest, the blankets tangled around him. Just over the slope of his shoulder, she sees Nico’s curly head of hair nestled close.

She’s careful not to let the door squeak as she leaves them in peace.)

#jasicobingochallenge2024 #sharing a bed #fanfiction #WAHOO #fluff we love fluff #jasico #jason grace #nico di angelo #pjo #hoo #this is part of an AU I have where Sally takes Nico home at the end of the summer alongside Percy after Chiron mentions that Nico needs #stability that Camp kinda can't provide. This would be set near the end of the AU after Nico is doing MUCH better #this is the AU where the clearest image I have is Percy and Nico wrestling violently in the backyard and Sally spraying them with a hose #while Jason and Annabeth watch on from the patio laughing

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padfootagain · 4 months

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Something Good (XXIII)

Chapter 23 : The Talk

Hello! Here is a new chapter for my Ben Barnes series!

A tiny bit of trouble because of a certain asshole, and then some fluff. I would be lying if I claimed I didn’t cry for this chapter, because I did…

Also, we’ve officially reached the 80k words for this series, which makes for 155 pages on my word document… Holy molly! Thanks for tagging along for this looooong ride!

Hope you like it!!! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Slow burn, professor AU.!

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already is. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

Word Count: 4619

Masterlist for the series – Ben Barnes’ Masterlist – Main Masterlist

You were nervous that morning, Ben could hardly have missed the signs.

As you stared into your cup of coffee, eyes shadowed by a lack of sleep, he heaved a sigh. Of course, he understood why you were nervous. You had decided to talk with Liam tonight, to finally tell him about you and Ben. It was the end of January, your relationship with Ben was coming close to be two-months old. It was time, and you knew it. You wanted to be free to show affection towards Ben in front of Sally, and you could only do that if you told Liam first.

You almost jumped when Ben reached across the table to hold your hand in his. There was no one around in the cafeteria, no colleague to see the intimate gesture, although, you wouldn’t have cared. You were tired of keeping a low profile. You longed to be close to him all the time.

“Everything’s gonna be fine,” Ben offered a reassuring smile while his voice was warm and honeyed. “Stop being worried. His reaction won’t change anything, anyway.”

You heaved a sigh.

“Is it that obvious that I’m worried about tonight?”

“I mean… the last time I saw you this distraught was when you were paired with me on the theatre club, back in September.”

You couldn’t refrain a chuckle, rolling your eyes.

“Things have changed so much in just a few months,” you smiled.

Ben hummed in agreement, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, gesture simple and yet infinitely soothing.

“I just think that he might get… defensive.”

“No, what you meant to say is “an absolute git”.”

You laughed at that, but couldn’t deny it. You had talked a lot about your former relationship with Ben, and he had shared a lot of his relationship with Julia with you as well. And one could have said that you both held no tenderness towards the other’s ex.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m quite worried he’s gonna be like that. That he’s not going to take well the fact that I’m in a relationship again.”

“But he’s not the one to decide for you. He’s…”

But Ben grew quiet, didn’t finish voicing his thought. He didn’t want you to worry even more by telling you the obvious truth that you seemed too blind to notice.

Liam was still in love with you, it was obvious. When Ben and Liam met that evening at your apartment, it took Ben but a second to notice it. The way he followed you, the way he glared at Ben, the way he stared at you with longing…

But you didn’t know that, and it was easier not to tell you.

“He’s probably going to be a little upset that you’re replacing him,” Ben changed his words, but it made you frown a little more with worry all the same.

“Yeah… yeah, probably.”

Ben looked down at his own coffee cup, empty by now, only stained by remnants of the bitter liquid in brown marks, without pattern.

“Would you be upset if he found someone else?”

You took your time to answer, and Ben was grateful for it. It showed that you were earnest when you spoke again.

“I think I would be worried for Sally. And… it would be a little weird, because… we were married. But I wouldn’t be upset, or jealous. More… uncomfortable, I reckon.”

Slowly, Ben nodded.

You heaved a sigh, intertwining your fingers with his, at last.

“I just hope it will go fine.”

He gave you an encouraging smile, but didn’t voice his own worry. He wasn’t sure if it would upset you, how you would react to his words, if it were wise to say it out loud…

But he was worried nonetheless.

If Liam disapproved of your relationship with Ben, would you leave him?

And if Liam really did try to get you back, would you choose him, instead of Ben?

But he didn’t say anything. Instead, he tightened his hold on your fingers, traced the line crossing your palm with the pad of his thumb and looked at you as you drank what remained of your coffee. And he drank in your sight, the warmth of your skin, the reassurance in your hold, worried it would end too soon.

“So, what did you want to talk about?” Liam asked, surprised when he found you nervous, turning your mug between your fingers.

You went to see Liam straight after work. Sally was spending the night at a friend’s house for a birthday party, you had the entire evening to talk to your ex-husband about your new love. It was hard not to look nervous though, as you sat down in his kitchen and accepted the warm beverage he offered you. You had planned this conversation in your head, but it wasn’t easy. Nothing was easy with him…

“I just… I have something to tell you, and I think it’s better if you learn it from me.”

“You’re scaring me now. What’s wrong, baby?”

You tensed at the pet name. He noticed it. He pushed it away, at the back of his mind, ignored it, brushed it off as tiredness or as nothing at all. It was too painful to acknowledge it.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you answered, your tone cautious. “I just…”

You reckoned that there was no other way to say all of this but clearly, with simple words.

“I’ve met someone.”

Liam blinked. He didn’t seem to understand your words, so you repeated them.

“I’ve met someone. I’m not single anymore.”

Liam cleared his throat. He could barely breathe. He shook his head.

This couldn’t… you… you couldn’t… the two of you were soulmates…

“What do you mean?”

“I have a boyfriend.”

“A boyfriend? You?”

You frowned at that, quite taken aback by his tone. You were unsure if it sounded simply aghast or mocking.

“Yes, what about it? I’m still young enough to date, you know?”

He rolled his eyes.

“But why would you date anyone?”

It was your time to be puzzled.

“Because… I like him. Because I want to.”

“Who is it? For how long have you known him? Has he met Sally?”

You shuffled on your chair, more uncomfortable than you thought you would be about all this.

Why did you feel almost guilty? Liam and you had been divorced for more than year, separated for almost two… you were perfectly free to date whoever you wanted. And as Liam was Sally’s father, you reckoned that you owed him to warn him that a new person would enter your daughter’s life. You were doing everything right. So, why did you feel so bad when you looked up at him again and recognized sorrow and anger in his gaze?

“It’s Ben. I’m going out with Ben.”

“Your colleague? The theatre guy? The one who ate with you and Sally the other day?”

“Yeah. That’s him.”

He let out a breathy, bitter laughter, and you hated the sound.

“I knew it. I knew he was trouble.”

“Trouble? He’s not trouble…”

“Y/N, he’s playing with you.”

You frowned hard at that.

“Of course not, what are you talking about? You don’t even know him…”

“Come on, now. Why would a man like him want to go out with a single mother? With someone like you?”

He noticed how much his words hurt. He almost liked it. Actually, he hated himself for saying all of this.

But he loved you. He loved you so much, he would have done anything to get you back. Even if it had to hurt, at first…

“He’s handsome, I’ll give him that. He could have anyone, I bet. I’m sure you’ve thought about that already. Then why you? Why would he go to all the trouble of going out with a divorced single mother with her life still in shambles… when he can get any woman he wants? Why you? Why all the trouble?”

He shook his head.

“Babe, he wants to sleep with you, and that’s it. He’ll grow tired of you soon. What else could all this be about?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t answer because the words echoed too deeply. Words Liam had carved into your brain and heart and marrow after proving them time and time again, speaking them out loud even, during the darkest of your fights.

You’re not worth it.

You got up. He was surprised by it, but you did anyway. And if there were tears in your eyes, your voice was still firm, deadly cold as you spoke.

“Ben and I are together. I’m not asking for your blessing. I’m simply letting you know because you’re Sally’s father, and I reckon I owe you the truth because Ben is going to spend more and more time with Sally. But this is not me asking you what you think of my love life. I’m simply having the courtesy of warning you. I don’t care about your opinion. Ben is amazing with Sally. He’s amazing with me. And I don’t care what you think about my love life, it’s none of your business.”

“I’ve never said I agreed for him to be in Sally’s life…”

“You don’t have a say in this. Sally loves him, Ben adores her… they’re getting along perfectly fine.”

“Does she know you’re together?”

“Not yet. We waited for a few weeks, we wanted to be sure about this before telling her. And I wanted to tell you first, I didn’t want Sally to let it slip. But we’ll tell her this weekend, we’ll explain things to her.”

“You can’t do this… you can’t…”

He shook his head vehemently, but you stepped away from the table.

“Have a good evening, Liam.”

“No… wait! Y/N! Babe, wait!”

“Stop calling me like that!”

You spun around, facing him again. You were on the verge of tears, but there wasn’t really any sadness in your eyes. There wasn’t love either, or longing, or regret. There was anger, frustration, fear…

Why would you look at him without any love in your eyes?

“We’re not together anymore, Liam. We’ve been divorced for a while now. I’m allowed to build myself a life again, with whoever I choose. You can talk with Ben and I if you want, I get that you can be worried that he’s going to spend time with Sally when you don’t know him. But I’m not asking for your opinion, or your permission. Ben is amazing, he’s doing great with Sally… You know how much I love her. You know I would never take a decision that could hurt her…”

“I know, but he… I don’t trust him.”

“You don’t know him.”

“He’s using you. He’s using you, and then he’ll leave!”

“Of course not! He would never do that…”

“Why else would he be with you?”

The question again. And you hated Liam at this moment. Not because he was being mean, not because he was clearly jealous, but because he was right. You had asked yourself this question every day since that first night with Ben…

“I’ve had enough of this.”

You strode to the door, walked out before Liam could hold you back. The same question rang in your head, the answer never changing…

Why would he be with you?

You’re not worth it.

Ben was worried when you didn’t call that night. He sent you a couple of texts but you didn’t answer. He was ready to go to your place by 9pm, pacing across his flat, imagining a million scenarios…

But then his phone buzzed, at long last, by half past nine, and he heaved a relieved sigh as he read your text.

I’m alright, don’t worry. I’ve talked to Liam. I just needed some time after that. I’m fine though.

He had barely finished reading your text when another appeared on the screen.

Can we talk?

Ben frowned at that. This kind of messages… it was never a good sign.

He was quick to answer.

Of course, I’ll come over. Have you eaten anything?

He had barely received your answer that he was ordering some take-out. He hadn’t eaten anything either, he was too nervous for that.

It was past 10pm when Ben arrived, carrying some Indian food, and a warm smile that he wanted reassuring on his lips.

He had barely stepped inside that you were hugging him tight. He chuckled at your warm welcome.

“Well, hello to you too.”

He dropped a peck on your hair, holding you tight as well, letting you relax in his embrace, breathe deeply the scent of his cologne…

“I knew you’d bring food as soon as you asked about dinner,” you mumbled into his coat.

“Indian.”

“Good choice. Thank you.”

“Come on, I’m famished. Let’s talk while we eat.”

“You haven’t eaten anything?”

“No, I… I was a little nervous?”

“Oh…”

You finally released him, walked inside your kitchen to get some plates and forks and knives and earn as much time as you could before you would have to talk to Ben.

Because you were terrified by this conversation you needed to have and yet… yet it was necessary.

The words were too loud as they echoed, they resembled shouts you couldn’t shush down. You were scared of his answer, and yet, you were too worried not to crave for it. If Ben was to disappoint you, then the sooner the better.

Half of you knew that he was different from Liam. Half of you believed you were not worthy of him and that one day he would have enough and walk away.

Which part of you was right?

Ben walked inside the living room, left the food there, on the table. He knew he wouldn’t like this conversation. He knew there was something wrong. He had recognized the way you were clinging to his coat just then, as if you were afraid he would leave.

“So… how did it go with Liam?”

You came out of the kitchen, bringing your dishware with you, fleeing his intense gaze.

“As expected.”

Your answer was elusive. Ben nodded.

“That bad, huh?”

“He… he didn’t really like the news.”

“He was jealous.”

It was more of a statement than a question, you heaved a sigh.

“I guess so, yes.”

“He doesn’t want you to see me like this.”

“He doesn’t have a say in this.”

Ben nodded, but you were still not looking at him. There was something more. The real reason for you to have called for him tonight.

“What else did he say?”

You didn’t answer, opening a box of food, breathing in deeply the scent of spices. But Ben took your hand in his, forcing you to turn to him.

“What’s wrong, darling? Tell me.”

Your eyes filled with tears at the sound of the affectionate name. You loved it when he called you that, perhaps too much. It made you feel… loved.

Were you though? Was all of this real?

How could it be? Liam was right, you were too much trouble, and Ben was kind and smart and funny and absolutely stunning with his dark irises, his cute glasses, the beauty spot under his right eye, his bright grin…

You’re not worth it…

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Ben cooed, reaching up to cup your cheek and guide your gaze to his. “What happened?”

You sniffed, unable to not look up when he more firmly guided your face upwards, and the first tear fell as soon as you caught his gaze.

“It’s just… I don’t know. I’m just worried,” you answered with a shrug.

“What did he do? What did he say?” Ben asked, his voice lower now, almost threatening. It was so strange to hear this tone on him, his voice was usually so warm.

You heaved a sigh.

“It’s not just what he said. I… I’ve been asking myself the same questions about us.”

Ben frowned hard at that, but let you continue. You took your time to do so, to take a deep breath and gather your strengths and… find the right words. You didn’t though. You didn’t speak the words you wished you could find, instead they were messy and stumbling. But they were let out anyway, and you reckoned it was good enough.

“I just… I don’t… why are you with me?”

Ben’s frown deepened.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean… I… why are you with me? Why would you want to be with me?”

Ben blinked. Once, twice, thrice, but he ended up shaking his head anyway.

“I don’t understand,” he admitted.

“Why do you want to be with me? I mean… do you really want to be with me?”

“Of course, I want to be with you. Don’t you want to be with me?”

“I do. I want you.”

“Then what is this all about? I don’t understand.”

He hated it. How your lower lip trembled, how a tear rolled all the way down your cheek, leaving a glimmering path across your soft skin, how you needed to swallow back the lump in your throat, how your next intake of breath shook…

Ben had never really longed for violence, but if Liam was the cause of your sorrow now, he would have gladly punched the bastard in the face…

You took a couple of steps back, and Ben hated it. The distance you forced between your two selves. Like a barrier. Like an armour. And you hated it too, but you needed it to be able to talk.

“I just… Liam said… things I’ve been asking myself too and I guess… I’ve always pushed the thought away because I thought that it was just me not being confident but… if he said it too, then maybe there’s more to it, you know?”

You took a deep breath, still staring in these dark brown eyes you adored.

“I don’t really understand why you would choose me, of all people,” you explained, and you were surprised when the tears you withheld with all your might didn’t fall. “I mean… You’re… You’re brilliant, and funny, and kind, and loving, and handsome and… you’re… amazing. And on the other hand I’m a shitty single-mother struggling with everything, with my life in shambles and… why would you want that? Why would you want to take care of Sally? Why would you want me and my mess when you can get so much better than this? Better than me? Someone… someone who would be worth the trouble.”

You were surprised by Ben’s reaction. You expected him to get defensive, or on the contrary, to heave a sigh and admit that you were right and that he couldn’t do this, that all of this was a mistake…

But instead, he looked at you with the most confused expression you had ever seen on his features.

And before his silence, you asked your question one last time.

“Why would you want to be with me, Ben?”

He let out a long exhale. When he spoke again, his words were so earnest, you could see it all painted in his eyes. And he confessed it all as if it were obvious, as if you were silly for not seeing it on your own before. As if it was the most obvious answer in the entire world…

“Because I’m in love with you.”

Your gasp was shaky, barely audible, but here all the same, paired with wide eyes and a stunned look that showed him that you were blinder than he had thought. Had there not been so much tension in the room, had he not been so afraid you could leave, had there been no tears still shining in your eyes… he might have laughed at you for being so oblivious. But he didn’t. Instead, he waited for your reaction, and when it didn’t come, he took a step closer.

“I’m in love with you,” he repeated. “I love you. There’s no other reason… why I want you. I just… I just want to be with the woman I love, that’s all.”

He clenched his jaw, shook his head, looked down at his feet for a second. He didn’t speak again before his stare was once more locked with yours.

“I am well aware that you’re a mother, that I’m picking up responsibilities towards Sally as well by being with you. We’ve discussed this before, and I know what it means to be with you. You’re right, it means having a much more chaotic life than I do now. It means helping you raise Sally. It means dealing with your shitty ex. It means helping you put your life back together. But it doesn’t only mean troubles. It also means taking care of an amazing little girl I genuinely love and care about. It means kissing you whenever I want to without asking for permission to do so. It means locking ourselves in our office to make out. It means waking up beside you. Looking at you while you read. Listening to you talk about everything and nothing. Laughing with you and having my belly ache because you’re too funny for me to handle. It means taking long walks with you while we talk for hours and you hold my arm until it grows numb and yet I still don’t want you to let go. It means making love to you on Sunday mornings and spending sleepless nights in your bed. It means watching you brush your teeth and complain about the flavour of my toothpaste cause it’s too minty for you. Baking pancakes for you. Listening to you sing along to songs you don’t remember the lyrics of… I could go one like this for days, but what I’m trying to say is… I’m not going to pretend that there aren’t obstacles to our relationship. Because there are. Your situation… just like mine. With my own shitty ex, and my stupid broken heart and yet… I want this. At the end of the day, all of these obstacles, all of these arguments that could go against us being together… I don’t care. I don’t care about any of them. All of these amazing moments I share with you every day are worth it. All of it. I would do anything to be with you. And perhaps it sounds crazy, because it’s so early on in our relationship, but that’s the truth. You are worth every sacrifice. Every bit of trouble. You are worth everything, much more than what I can give you, as a matter of fact. I love you, Y/N. It makes it all worth it. It’s the reason behind every single one of my choices when it comes to you.”

He fell silent, knowing he was speaking too much, but you were still speechless. And he grew scared of this stillness in the air, the look of statue on your motionless frame and face.

So, he took another step, reached up to cup your cheeks, stared at you so intensely you were certain your soul was burning…

“I love you, Y/N. I want to be with you. I want this. All of it. I know what I’m getting myself into, and I want it. Every second of it. Do you understand? I’m not messing around, Y/N. I’m serious about this, about us. My own heart is on the line. Do you think it’s not hard for me too? To trust someone again like this after Julia? But for you I’m willing to try. And if you break my heart one day, then so be it. I love you enough to take the risk. I love you enough that all I want is to be with you, for as long as you’ll be foolish enough to have me. You are worth every bit of pain and heartbreak that could come my way if you left. You are worth everything, Y/N. Why do I want to be with you? Because I don’t think that I could be happy without you now, Y/N. Because I love you, and that means I don’t have a choice at all. Or rather… I have a choice. I can play it safe and push you away, and I’ve tried that before we got together. I was absolutely miserable. Or I can choose to be with you, and fight for you, for us. And that’s the choice I’ve made. I have no regrets. You’re making me happier than I’ve ever been.”

He fell silent again, but this time you reacted. Instead of merely staring blankly at him, suspended to his words, you rushed into his arms, held him so tight he could barely breathe, but he didn’t mind and he held you with the same fervour.

You were crying by now.

“I love you too,” you whispered into his ear, and he couldn’t refrain a grin. “I love you so much, Ben. I know it sounds crazy because it’s so early on in our relationship, but I love you. I was already in love with you that evening in the theatre when we kissed. I’ve been in love with you for a while now.”

“I loved you already too by then. I fell for you in this Italian restaurant in London, where we talked so much our food grew cold.”

You smiled at the memory, nodding.

“I don’t know when it started. But I know that this evening at the party, and during that talk on the bench by the Thames… I was already yours. My heart became yours for good that night.”

You chuckled, pulling away just enough to be able to look at him.

“Don’t get me wrong. I still find you insufferable.”

“You are driving me absolutely nuts.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“Not as much as you are. And I love it. Every second of it.”

“I love it too.”

“I love you.”

You leaned up towards his lips and he met you halfway, guiding your mouth closer as he kept his palms on your cheeks, brushing away the tears that kept on falling there.

And it lasted a long time, until you weren’t crying anymore, until you were reminded that if he kissed you like this, if he made you feel like this… it ought to be real…

“What did Liam say to get you so upset?” Ben asked in a quiet voice as you held him close again, your ear pressed to his heart to listen to the steady beating.

“I already had these thoughts. He just… voiced them, I guess.”

“What thoughts? That I had doubts about us?”

You nodded, felt him tensing against you, the hold on your body tightening.

“I don’t have any doubts about this.”

“I know it now. I know.”

“Can I be honest about your ex?”

“Of course.”

“I think he’s a jerk. He shouldn’t say things like that. He shouldn’t upset you this way. You don’t say things that could hurt someone so much they’ll cry and think lowly of themselves.”

You nodded, burying your face into his warm woollen jumper.

“I know, he’s an arse. That’s why I left him.”

“And you were right to do so. What a jerk...”

You chuckled, and he wondered why.

“It’s just…” you answered, still quietly laughing. “I want to murder your ex every time I learn something new about her, and it looks like you’re ready to throw hands with Liam.”

“Of course, I want to. I want to punch him into oblivion for making you cry…”

“We really do have shitty exes, huh?”

“Yeah… but we’ve got it better this time around, right?”

You grinned at that, looking up at him.

“True. Much, so much better…”

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Taglist: @reg-arcturus-black @sergeantbuckybarnes @wolfmoonmusic @idek-what-to-put @kpicard @rhapsodyonthethames @friendly-philosopher

#ben barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes fanfic #ben barnes series #ben barnes imagine #fanfiction #fanfic #series #writing

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headcanon that percy and annabeth are both equally infatuated with the HSM franchise: PJO version

• the obsession started after the sea of monsters when annabeth stayed over at percy's apartment and they argued over which movie to watch

• eventually, they decided on watching HSM together since neither of them had seen it and they ended up loving it

• at karaoke nights at camp half-blood, they often sang Troy/Gabriella duets (The Start of Something New, What I've Been Looking For, Breaking Free)

• admittedly, they sounded terrible, but singing is so much easier and less embarrassing when they do it together, so neither one of them cared

• the implications of their duet were completely lost on them, but it was one of the main reasons the camp ships them

• after The Titan's curse takes place, annabeth continues the tradition of staying over percy's apartment (also because they missed each other since she got kidnapped) and watched HSM 2 and they both fell even more in love with the franchise

• the morning of percy's fourteenth birthday, he and annabeth baked cookies in the kitchen while blasting 'Work This Out' so loud that the neighbors complained

• sally found the loud music annoying too at first but completely forgot about it when she watched percy and annabeth sing 'You Are the Music in Me' while throwing flour at each other, obviously falling for each other

• percy and annabeth completely shut down the idea of them dating when sally not-so-subtly teases them about it, but sally wasn't fooled

• throughout percy's and annabeth's eighth grade year, they frequently email each other (they know demigods and electronics are a bad idea but they don't care when it comes to each other) and constantly sign-off their emails with quotes or song lyrics to hilariously describe their current mood

• "dude, my brothers literally came into my room and spilled water all over my plans for the camp's next prom night. come fix it." - wisegirl12, how did we get from the top of the world to the bottom of the heap?

• "no." - seaweedbrain18, i gotta go my own way

• the year HSM 3 came out, percy and annabeth weren't on good terms and didn't speak to each other unless it was about preparing for the upcoming war

• still, they refused to watch HSM 3 without the other

• after the battle of the labyrinth (more importantly, after their kiss), percy iris messages annabeth and apologizes for how distant he's been and admits he been avoiding everyone and everything related to being a demigod because he's scared that he'll die before he'll graduate

• annabeth apologizes for being so rude to him and admits that's she's just scared she'll lose him and is shitty at expressing her emotions

• the two continue to talk about anything and everything and eventually get to the topic of HSM 3

• they admit to each other that they hadn't seen it since it came out, so they make a pact: if they both survive the war, annabeth has to come over and watch the movie with him

• later that week, percy secretly purchases the DVD for the movie and promises to not open it until then

• as we know, the two survive the war and finally get together on percy's birthday

• as sally comes to pick the two up from camp, they run to the car hand-in-hand and sally immediately figures it out and is so happy for them

• sally spends almost the entire car ride to the apartment enforcing the 'door open at all times rule', much to the couple's embarrassment

• later that night when annabeth stays over, she and percy cuddle on the couch and talk and then annabeth reminds him of the pact they made

• percy leaps out of his seat and grabs the DVD, much to annabeth's surprise, and the two cuddle and watch the movie together

• from that point forward, whenever they email each other, percy signs off his email as "seaweedbrain18, troy bolton"

• annabeth thinks it's incredibly corny, but signs off her emails as "wisegirl12, gabriella montez"

I was listening to the soundtrack for HSM 2 and got this headcanon idea. Add to it if you want :)

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo text post #pjo #percy pjo #pjo headcanon #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth headcanon #percabeth #percabeth hsm 1 + 2 + 3

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Another tale from Mark Millar, this time opening with Tails coming across “Sonic trapped in a TV” and being tricked into letting him loose. Now, I’ve not read this story myself, but I immediately recognised that first image of whoever this fake Sonic is from around tumblr, so I assume it must be a somewhat decently-known story and therefore I’m looking forward to getting into it

One thing I like here is that they show the small animals working together to create a hideout free from Robotnik. It’s already been established that Sonic has a base somewhere, but seeing the others making one has me once again going “Ooh are we getting closer to the Freedom Fighters being established??” Anyway, as you can probably guess, fake Sonic turns up and smashes their work to the ground

My obligatory “Look, it’s Sally!” part. They even directly call her Sally here. She’s helping to put out the forest fire started by the fake Sonic

As you can probably imagine, the (somewhat wall-eyed) real Sonic shows up to put a stop to his name being tarnished. I mean, the easy joke to make here would be that StC Sonic is kind of an asshole anyway, but at least his actions are always good, even if his words aren’t. However, he’s not fast enough to stop the animal folk believing that he was the one who did the damage

Hey look, StC also did the “Sally banishing Sonic due to a misunderstanding” thing years before Archie did as well lol

…But that’s also dealt with on the same page, when the fake Sonic shows up. I can’t help but wonder how people would’ve reacted if that one plot in Archie had resolved with Sally going “Apology’s in the post, Sonic”. Actually, maybe they should’ve resolved The Slap by having Sally say that, too. Although having brought up The Slap, I'm honour-bound to add that everyone needs to get off Jon Gray’s case about The Slap, but I’m far from the first person to say that

Tails has figured out a way to get rid of this guy, by trapping him back in the TV. At which point, we get an explanation as to what this fake is - an Extra Life! Once again, StC taking something from the early games and putting a unique spin on it. In this universe, back when he was good, Dr. Kintobor made the power-ups to help Sonic. Kintobor probably didn’t intend for the extra lives to be sentient or to become resentful, though Perhaps there’s a peaceful way they can come to an understanding abou-

-Nope! Punt him into space!

And that’s the end of that! I looked it up because I was curious, but this is the only appearance of Extra Life in the series and I think that’s kind of a missed opportunity. Evil Sonic clones are hardly a rare concept in this franchise, though I think this might’ve been one of the first, at least outside of the games. But I’ve never seen it handled in this way before. It brings up questions about if there are lots of other Extra Lives, who all also have sentience, or if Extra Life was the only on in the StC world and he’s now been effectively dealt with His situation was incredibly fucked up and that had room to be explored, but because he was generically evil and destructive, the story rooted for getting rid of him in the fastest way possible. Given all the dimension and space-exploring that happens in StC later, there would’ve been loads of chances to revisit this early concept if they’d wanted to, but alas, it wasn’t to be

Needless to say, I really enjoyed this one and understand why it’s so popular! Admittedly, the last few issues have been kind of coasting for me - not bad per say, but also not grabbing my attention - but this one really was a lot of fun. And Sally got to be in it a lot, which I always like

My only gripe was that it seemed like they were setting Tails up to have a bigger role and I hoped he might finally be getting a chance to shine, but that wasn’t how it panned out this time. I suppose Tails has a long career of chasing Sonic’s shadow ahead of him in StC, but I can't help but want the kid to catch a break soon

#sam observes sonic #sonic the comic #stc issue 13 #sonic the hedgehog #extra life #miles tails prower #sally acorn

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Book Chat: Half Lost

The Half Bad Trilogy (Book 3) Sally Green

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Nathan Byrn is running again. The Alliance of Free Witches has been all but destroyed. Scattered and demoralized, constantly pursued by the Council's Hunters, only a bold new strategy can save the rebels from total defeat. They need the missing half of Gabriel's amulet - an ancient artifact with the power to render its bearer invincible in battle.

But the amulet's guardian - the reclusive and awesomely powerful witch Ledger - has her own agenda. To win her trust, Nathan must travel to America and persuade her to give him the amulet. Combined with his own Gifts, the amulet might just be enough turn the tide for the Alliance and end the bloody civil war between Black and White witches once and for all…

ISBN: 9780141350905 (2016) | Source: Goodreads

Wounded, Not Lost

Half Lost has left me severely wounded, completely lost and... just harrowed. You know how sometimes you read some books and afterwards you're just empty? Half Lost ended and all I felt was emptiness, like a part of me left and I couldn't quite get back to life immediately.

Subjectively, this is a 5-star read. After everything that happened, it deserved the five stars. However, as objectively as I can go, I had to deduct 0.5. I love Green's writing, when it's feelings, emotions and just internal turmoil; she is very good with getting her readers to understand exactly what her main character is feeling. Unfortunately, the action scenes are what caused me to deduct a little from my final rating. Green's okay with writing her action scenes except every time I get to those scenes, I can't immerse myself in the story. It's just like reading the words and not actually watching the scene happen as I absorb what I read. Of course, this is just a minuscule problem, you are still going to be broken by the end of Half Lost.

As much as I would love to go into an in-depth discussion about the characters, I cannot bring myself to it. So, all I'm going to say is, I wished they had more time.

Rating: ★★★★☆ (4.5/5)

More on The Half Bad Trilogy here: Half Wild (#2)

#book review #half lost #the half bad trilogy #sally green #nathan byrn #gabriel boutin

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THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER XI

Hello, how you doing? Looks like I had some time in the the end. I hope you like it. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter.

Good reading!

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV / CHAPTER V / CHAPTER VI / CHAPTER VII / CHAPTER VIII / CHAPTER IX / CHAPTER X

"Beautiful.’’

Nico ignored Percy who was lying on the bed and finished drying his hair with the towel, combing it back. He put on his t-shirt, pulled it down and buttoned his pants, pulled the zipper up and looked at himself in the mirror.

If it were up to him, he would’ve stayed in the kitchen, where he belonged, and finished helping with the preparations for the party later. Unfortunately, right after the wedding proposal, Sally had kicked him out of the kitchen, pushing him away from the stove while Percy had picked him up and carried him up the stairs until they reached Percy's bedroom. And with no choice, still full of flour in his clothes, Nico went into the bathroom without complaining, taking a long bath in the tub and then looking for clothes that still fit him. Apparently, Percy hadn't thrown away the things he’d left behind, like his favorite black jeans or his t-shirts with jokes and superheroes printed on them, or even his leather jacket, which his mother used to wear before the cancer prevented her from getting out of bed.

He admitted that the shirts that were previously baggy and reached his thighs now fit perfectly well, although a little tighter than he would like, contouring his not-so-masculine curves; apart from his broad shoulders and height, the rest was very... very thin in some parts and slender in others, impossible not to notice in those tight clothes. Nico didn't even like to think about it. Maybe that was why Percy loved so much holding his waist.

‘’Since when did you have those muscles, hm?’’ Percy asked again with good humor.

Muscles? He didn't see many. And of course, Percy could be able to fool him if it was a few years ago. Now? Nico could hear the pure jealousy behind the laughter.

"I don't know. I had free time in Italy.”

In fact, life in Verona was much easier and more uncomplicated than this first week back here. It’s like, when Percy was involved, trouble and strong emotions were guaranteed. He didn't even know why he was still complaining, things had always been like that.

‘’Don't make that face. Today is the day to celebrate. Or at least that's according to Sally.’’

"Sure.” Nico rolled his eyes and finally put on his jacket, slipping his feet inside his high-top sneakers that had also been left in Percy's wardrobe. Now, Nico was back in the past and with the complete look. He almost felt nostalgic; If it weren't for the anxiety and constant self-doubt, Nico would miss those times. "Let's go.’’

"Hold on. I bought you something.’’

‘’Another gift? What will it be now? A car?’’

‘’Do you need another one?’’ But Percy was smiling. Nico watched him get up and walk around the bed, opening the dresser drawer next to the bed. ‘’It's nothing expensive.’’

"What is that?’’ This time, the object in Percy's hands aroused his curiosity. He could see what it was, the thing was that Percy had never given him anything like this, which made him come closer and take the diary from Percy's hands, opening the hardf, black leather cover, finding simple, straight lined pages, noting a dedication on the inside of the cover, thar said: “To make sure your thoughts and ideas never get lost”. “Per?’’

“I thought about what you said… about not being able to express yourself.’’

"Express myself?’’

"In bed.’’ Percy said and then held his hands over the diary, making Nico face him. “I know how…how scary things can be from time to time. I want this diary to be a way for us to talk without needing all that… drama.”

Percy used the word “drama”, but for Nico it was more… “humiliation”.

“Are you going to write too?’’

"Yeah.”

"And you'll... read everything? Everything I write?”

"Only if you want.”

Nico stopped for a moment and looked at Percy, his fiancé, the love of his life, the person who always accepted him unconditionally. Percy seemed so calm and confident, so sincere… no one before had ever tried so hard to understand him.

“It doesn't have to be about that.’’ Percy said again. “You can write about anything. Or something you want me to know about.”

"Anything? Really?”

"What's wrong?” Then, Percy smiled again, carefree. “What do you still have to hide from me?”

That was the moment where the mortification took him by surprise. Nico looked away and stared at the diary they both still held, the rings shining on their fingers. If only Percy knew… Nico didn't know if it was the best or the worst idea Percy had ever had.

“Look, you don't need to force yourself. Let's leave the diary by the bed and if you feel like it, it will be here. Is that all right?’’

Percy smiled at him once again, took the diary from his hands and placed it on top of the dresser, less than a foot away from them. But that was the problem, Nico already felt the urge to flip through that notebook and write whatever came to mind, like a free writing exercise, only more stranger and embarrassing. He felt like writing and letting it all come out, like he hadn't done in years.

"No, I want it! Gimme.” And like a little kid, Nico reached out and took the diary, hugging it to his chest, feeling satisfied as he once again held that black leather notebook.

“I'm glad you liked it.’’ And acting like the daddy they both refused to admit, even though they were both the same age, Percy hugged him tightly and kissed his hair, saying: “Good boy.”

And, Of course, this had the expected effect. Nico hid his face in Percy's shoulder and groaned once again, mortified, berating himself for feeling so good and so happy with those words. Or with the care that Percy continued to show him day after day.

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Before they left for the party, Nico put the diary away with the now empty ring box in his backpack and held Percy's hand, making Percy's chest warm with Nico's absent-minded gesture. It wasn't the most romantic or affectionate gesture he had ever seen, but Nico did everything with so much care that Percy was sure he had made the right choice by waiting until that moment. He knew that these attitudes, as much as his or Nico's, came from a painful place; of loss and abandonment, things that they both felt firsthand and wanted to avoid at all costs. That's why every moment that served to bring them closer together would be a reason to celebrate. Percy still couldn't believe that he had finally proposed to Nico. They were going to get married! There was a time when Percy thought he would never see Nico again, and even less that they would be so happy and content together, even if the little boy hid it behind an angry pout and the usual bad mood and insecurity. And who was he to judge how other people behaved when he was the worst of them? All Percy knew was that he had a plan, and he would do everything he could to make it reality. That’s why he smiled at Nico, took back the hand offered to him and the next thing he knew, one of his mother's helpers was guiding him to the outside of the house where tables were set up in the garden and people were already walking around the improvised dance floor next to a buffet table divided into three rows organized by sweet, cold and hot dishes, and there wasn't even all the food he had seen in the kitchen earlier.

“You guys went overboard this time.”

"It’s nothing out of the ordinary." Nico shrugged.

"Clearly. I wanted to--”

“Nico! I finally found you!”

Percy sighed and gave up, nnow that they were in the middle of all those people, it would be impossible to keep Nico's attention to himself. As if in slow motion, he saw Clarisse approach them in hurried steps and grab Nico in a bear hug, pulling him away from him.

"How long were you going to ignore me?’’

"I wasn't ignoring you!" Nico shouted back, but hugged Clarisse as tightly as she had done, closing his eyes with pleasure.

"Why didn't you tell me you were back? And when did that happen?’’

“It’s been… five days ago? Six?”

“I bet it's his fault.”

“Clare!”

"Don't give me that. I want to know everything!”

"So you can tell Annabeth later? No, thank you very much.”

"That's not true. I did it once and now--”

It seemed there was no way around it. Percy left Nico with Clarisse, watching the people approach the noisy pair, and went back into the house, finding his mother now in a long black dress and high heels, although she was still pacing the kitchen, giving orders and checking the still-working ovens.

"Mother.”

“Oh, Percy, darling.” His mother came up to him in quick steps and squeezed his cheeks, then kissed them. "You could have told me before. I didn't have time to prepare anything.”

“I didn't have time either.”

That was the moment Percy hugged his mother and let himself relax.

“What is it, darling?”

“I don't think Nico wants to be with me.”

“Percy, that doesn't make any sense. Why would you think that?” Then his mother touched his face again and looked at him affectionately.

“He changed. We seem to fight every step of the way, and now he has so many friends and things to do…”

“Percy.” Now his mother looked disappointed. “We talked about that. You need help?”

“No.” He denied, walking away. Percy didn't want to go back to endless hours at the psychiatrist or taking medication.

“Honey, Nico is growing up and you should too.”

"I know, I know. It's just... he's telling me so many things... I didn't know he felt that way.”

"That is great. That means he trusts you, right?”

Deep down, Percy knew this. He just wanted someone to tell him everything would be okay. But it wasn't what his mother was doing. As always, she told him what he needed to hear and not what he wanted to hear.

"What should I do?”

“Nothing you don't want to.”

“What if he only marries me out of pressure?”

“Percy!” Sally grabbed his shoulders and laughed in his face. “My little boy is growing up so fast. I remember how you ran away from any responsibility and now here we are, you worrying about someone else's well-being?”

“Mom! I'm serious!”

“Look, from my point of view, I've never seen Nico so happy or calm. He doesn't seem to be forcing himself into anything.”

“He said he didn't want to date me and I insisted! What if he told the truth?”

“Honey, none of this is your responsibility. He accepted of his own free will. Even if you want to protect him, it's Nico's decision. Whether he accepts it or not, even if in the future he decides to leave once again, it won't be your fault.”

"So whose is it?”

"It's nobody's fault. These are things that happen and we have to accept them. And being honest? It's about time, right? If you had talked to Nico, none of this would have happened.”

“You... you ruined the surprise. I should have talked to him alone.”

“Exactly, darling. Don't you see? The less you say, the more Nico will pull away from you.”

"Do you really think so?”

"Believe me. I know all about failed relationships. Don't create distance between you, okay?”

"I would never do that.”

"No? If you don't say what you feel, Nico might think you don't care.”

"I--”

“Have you talked to him in the last few days?”

"Yes, but--”

“How did he react?”

Percy wanted to roll his eyes. His mother was right, as always. Nico had been sincere back when he opened up. The worst thing was thinking that Nico had kept everything inside his chest, thinking that Percy wouldn't accept him or that Percy didn't care. At least the time he'd wasted at the psychiatrist had been useful for something.

"You are right.” Percy admitted, looking around at the people who continued walking back and forth. “I didn't want to admit defeat.”

"Darling.”

“I made Nico leave before and I don't want to be the one to blame again. Is it so bad to be careful to not destroy things again?”

"Of course not. I understand.”

“Do you really understand?” Percy then turned to face his mother again. ��If you understand, can you stay out of this?”

“Fine, I won't interfere. But you should pay attention to who your friends are.”

"What does that mean?”

“That blonde friend of yours is at the party. I thought you guys didn't talk anymore?”

"Who? Annabeth?”

"She herself.”

“I didn't invite her.”

So, who invited her?” Sally and Percy stared at each other for long moments, not understanding what was happening, until Percy snapped and turned his back on his mother, going back outside. In the garden, he finds a scene he thought he would never see, Annabeth with her long golden hair, shining in the sun, looking furious and Nico, with torn pants and a black t-shirt, staring at her as if she were an earthworm about to be trampled over.

***

"What's going on here?”

The next thing Percy knew, he was standing in the middle of the crowd, seeing Annabeth and Nico staring back at him.

As if by magic, the atmosphere changed. Nico came to his side and held onto his hand, lowering his head and placing it on Percy’s shoulder like the most obedient and well-behaved little boy, while Annabeth stood there, head held high, looking even more furious with the display of affection.

“It’s nothing, Per. We were talking about old times. Isn't it, Anne?” Nico smiled, hugging him around the waist and suddenly there was silence, even the waiters and kitchen assistants were silent.

“Are you drunk, by any chance?”

"Me? Never!” He looked at Nico and Nico made a cute pout. "I would never do that.”

To prove his theory, Percy leaned over Nico and kissed him right there. This time, Nico didn't seem embarrassed at all. The little boy grabbed him tightly by the back of the neck and let himself be kissed, opening his mouth in the most shameless display of affection.

“My baby is jealous, hm?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” But the blush on Nico's face said what Percy needed to know.

"Why don't we talk somewhere quiet? But before guiding Nico away from the crowd, Percy turned to Annabeth: “You are not invited. Go away.”

“But, Percy! You promised!”

"I didn’t promise anything.”

“Your lying--”

“I won't repeat it.”

With that, he took Nico by the hand and led him into the house, leaving behind a curious crowd and a blonde foaming with anger.

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So, I'm enjoying their progress. This time I thought it was more interesting to give Percy this insecurity and Nico a bit more of impulsiveness. I imagine that this way the characters seem more real and interesting. I hope you're enjoying it as much as I am. See you next time!

#my writing #nico di angelo #percy/nico #percico #percy jackson #there's no place like home #pernico

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The EagleOwl Swap Au Part 5A- Blood Of Olympus Au Part 1

Would you look at that: we're here, at the end :D. Spoilers, major character death coming up. And thanks to everyone who stuck with me till the end

When we last left Reyna and Posessed Percy, they were duking it out in the middle of Hades's Temple before she performed a magic trick in a panic, that somehow got them to Calypso's Island. Now, Circe and her assistants knew how to get to Calypso's Island, but couldn't because of the curse, which only letting heroes enter. However, the curse was sorta broken. Calypso still can't leave, because the curse is too powerful to fully negate it, but the gods can make a countercurse: which was that a heroine would come to shore and finally end the heartbreak Calypso faced for millennia.

Look I read this fic between Calypso and Reyna and it was so heartwrenching and good chemistry that I have decided to put it here :D Also I need some more Calypso over Zoe's sacrifice. (I have spelled Zoe's name wrong, but I don't know where to get the e with two dos on top) Just a few more years, and they could have seen each other agan.

Reyna offers to kill him, after Calypso knocks Percy unconcious as soon as they arrive in the island, but Calypso offers a non-violent option which was to help overcome the enchantment, though it's going to take while. At first, Reyna disagrees, but at Calypso's insistence (She has a soft spot for him, because he actually managed to help her break the curse), Reyna obliges.

At first Percy fights against them, and is very resistant to all the things Calypso tries to do to him, until Reyna asks if he knew Annabeth, where he stills. Sensing an opportunity, Reyna talks about her, and the memory of Annabeth that was coming in trickles alone broke the hold Gaia had over him. His memories are barely there at this point.

They stay there for what seemingly feels like a few months, but was just six days in real world time, because they need time to heal Reyna's wounds and break whatever enchantment Percy has. Calypso and Reyna bond, and maybe catch feelings for one another, and Reyna actually starts pondering what to do with her life. She had the most fun with her life when she was in a quest, travelling and seeing new sights (and terrors), and that staying in one place too long makes her senile. These new opportunities showed her a new way she could live her life. Having a taste of freedom was refreshing, and maybe, she once to follow that calling, after the war ends.

Reyna and Calypso bond over heartbreak, Calypso teaching her to be a little more emphathetic, that all problems cannot be solved by violence, and Reyna showing how to fight with a sword to her. Percy's recovery is slow, with the healing herbs and magic Calypso casts on him, and he slowly regains his memories, but some memories are just gone; aka the ones Gaia meddled with. He misses a chunk of memories he had with Annabeth, any memory of Sally past the minotaur kidnapping her in TLT is gone, and many of the memories he had during the Titan War in general are just gone.

He atleast remembered Circe Island, although that's a bit hazy at most, so Reyna gets to scream at him for just ditching them with the pirates, and it soon turns into trauma dumping and soon into sobbing, because finally Reyna cries, and it's sooo freeing and all her traumas are, while not gone, a lot easier to handle. Facing the world becomes easier.

So for the next few months, Calypso gives Percy a daily does of medcine, they then have a training session with Reyna, before they have therapy talks and check if a boat has magically appeared. (Reyna can't get out of this island with the teleportation trick she pulled, only get in the island. If she could, Calypso would have left oh so long ago) As Reyna start to learn snippets of Percy's life, and all the help he has done by making that wish at the end of the Titan war, she starts to forgive him little by little. The day she fully forgives him, is the day the boat arrives on the shore, and now Calypso can also leave yippee. But the boat carries... Annabeth?

Six days ago, the romans and greeks have fled from the ruins of CHB and have set up camp far away from Gaia's army. Thanks to Piper and Frank's efforts, and the battle they serverely lost and the many people they lost, they bond together and band together to take back the camp grounds. Leo and Piper mourn together the loss of Jason, crying their hearts out, and Frank and Hazel stick close, fearing that any moment could be their last.

Leo blames a lot of people for Jason while in the medical tent; himself, the Argo 2 crew, Gaia, Hades, his father, Percy, and Will, hearing that rant and surprised he had seen Percy, ask him for more info, and well, a few patients heard that.

Soon the rumours of Percy joining Gaia runs like wildfire through the greeks, and morale sinks to an all new low- betrayal, grief, anger. The counsellors hear word of this, and Clarisse confronts Nico and Annabeth with Thalia and Grover about this. Annabeth, surprisingly for her, does not break down like she did in the Argo 2, instead she holds her grounds, telling them Percy isn't with the enemy willingly like the rumours suggested, and that she will save Percy, even if it kills her. Her friends are worried, to say the least, but there's no time to save their friend, and how could they when they don't know where he would be in the first place. There's some little angst there with Chiron as well, because that's another one of the kids he became too attached too suffering.

Leo is feeling a little bit suicidal at the moment, because his first friend is gone and that trauma hits him like a truck, but Piper talks to him about that, relating to her own experiences of when she felt suicidal and hw she overcame it. It wasn't as helpful to Leo as Piper wanted it to be, but it was a step in the right direction.

Leo rebuilds Fetus, and the romans and greeks prepare for war, and they have an advantage, because they know the battlefield intimately. And because of the Hephaestus Cabin, and a surprise visit from the god himself, they finished the prep the day before the solstice. Hera arrives, saying that they are too busy fighting the other armies of Gaia, but that Gaia and the giants will be at CHB.

Rachel gets a vision of where Reyna and Percy are, and Annabeth pieces together that they are in Calypso's Island. Annabeth demands Hera to bring her there, and tutting at her insolence, but letting it slide, atleast for now, teleports her to a raft heading there

Once Annabeth reaches Calypso's Island, there's a bittersweet percabeth reunion, but it's not the same Percy anymore, with his memories gone and he still loves her, but it's just not the same anymore.

Reyna, Annabeth, and Percy aren't there when the battle for CHB and Olympus begins, and it goes sorta well, until the giants show up. The remaining Argo 2 crew fight them, with the help of the centruions and the other big three children, and it all seems to be okay, until they face against the revived Enceladus, who manages to make Frank and Piper spill their blood, and thus revive Gaia.

Instead of being in her otherworldy form, she takes the form of a mortal, for convenience, and starts to toy with the demigods. She engrages Leo, and he starts with a ferocious assault, that doesn't seem to harm them though. And to make matters worse, Percy shows up, with a tied up Reyna and Annabeth, and it seems like his on Gaia's side. Something seems off about him. The conversation between Gaia and Encleadus goes like this:

"Hmmm, something tells me I shouldn't trust him?" "Why so?" "I don't know what, but it's bugging me" "Well atleast you have him under control right" "..." "...Mother?" "...Oh that's what's wrong: the spell's broken completely, heh-wait a minute-"

Too late, because Annabeth and crew has sucessfully tricked the enemies, thanks to yours truly. And a little help from Calypso for the magic special effects. Catching everyone by surprise, mid speech Percy summons a bigggg tidal wave and earthquake at the same time and destroy almost a fifth of Gaia's army, and they start panicking.

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My opinion of RE4 Remake is that it’s pretty good. It had a lot to live up to since 4 is one of my all time favorites. Definitely better than the 3 remake. I have only a few gripes I’ll describe below the read more so spoilers ahead!

As a note on my Hunnigan portrayal, Sally Saffiotti will always be the voice of Hunnigan for me. Her new character model though is superb compared to her old one. A few things will stick with the original canon, nothing too major though.

SPOILERS

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They made knife durability a thing and I hate it.

They took out a lot of Hunnigan’s cheeky dialogue like the “didn’t they teach you to pick locks” line or “finally the line’s jack free” and so on. I wish they’d kept that in. It made her feel more like a character instead of a stone monolith Leon just reports to.

Finally! After the fish fight Ingrid finally acts like she gives a shit. However, this would have been a wonderful spot for another Hunnigan cutscene imo. Maybe her trying to contact him is what helps wake him on the boat and then it’s all one neat tidy cutscene. Give Hunnigan more cutscenes CapCom.

Water graphics are bleh. I can see why people were complaining about the rain now. The RE engine isn’t great with water, but the amazing detail on everything else made it stand out.

The whole Salazar intercom system in the castle made no sense. How can he converse with a mumbling Leon through those brass tubes? It made way more sense in the original that he and Saddler hijacked Leon’s earpiece signal while jamming his connection to Hunnigan.

Wesker’s voice was bad. Big dislike. Didn’t sound menacing or Wesker-like in the least.

The end scene when Hunnigan comes through was…bad. Was it supposed to be comedic with him not answering and the whole antiquated “is this thing on” joke? Seems stupid if he wants to get Ashley home. It made zero sense. Also, no telling Hunnigan she’s kinda cute without her glasses? No asking for her number? Boo. Sad day.

PRAISES:

I like the direction they’ve taken with Luis in the remake. He seems way more complex and fleshed out. In the original, he really seemed like the comedic sidekick and nothing more.

Ashley’s AI is sooooo much better and more intuitive than the original. I also like that she’s less shrill and annoying while still sounding legit terrified. I get Ash was scared in the original but it was hard to have sympathy when she’s screaming every five seconds.

I do like that Leon & Hunnigan already have met before the game. The fact that a handler and field agent meet in the middle of a mission always seemed silly to me. I choose to believe Leon still told Hunnigan he thought she’d be older when they first met though. For the giggles.

The Leon v Mendez fight was amazing. Just as creepy as the old one. The one liners were *chef’s kiss*. Favorite one out of all the bosses. The centipede spine thing looks so much grosser (in the best way).

The Ashley and Leon heart to heart was very sweet. It’s interesting Leon says “you can’t run away, you have to move forward” given the mental shit, alcoholism and guilt he goes through later. Rules for thee but not for me, eh, Leon?

Luis’ final scene & the intro of Krauser were so much better than the original. And the Don Quixote references were great all throughout. Funny without being overt. Very good. Once again, this Luis is better than the original imo.

Leon’s little lip quiver after the Krauser fight! My poor baby boy! Let me give you hugs! Such a good detail. Leon’s character model in general is just amazing. I just miss the tiddy strap :/

#ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ finally the line's jack free (ooc)#re4 remake spoilers #tw re4 remake spoilers

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linettefox · 4 months

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How to watch Sally Bollywood in the 2020s?

TL;DR: I wanted to watch an obscure childhood favorite of mine but struggled to find it. Eventually found it right there on YouTube.

RAMBLING INTRO:

During my kid to early teen years, I was obsessed with a show called Sally Bollywood: Super Detectives. I made YTPs, wrote her into a butt ton of fanfiction, and made my PfP on Sonic Amino and Wattpad an image of her. But like most things for some reason I stopped watching it, this has happened a lot with my interests as a child I would make up an excuse like me growing up, worry people would judge me for it, or deem the series as being the devil? (I still don't know how that last one got into my child-brain, it was about Yokai Watch btw). But in the past few years starting from late 2020 onwards, I have started revisiting these things. Some I still have little interest in for actually valid reasons but the important ones have all stuck around. (I.e Yokai Watch, MySims, etc) So my next move is to let Sally back in. But without Quobo the channel it was most known for being on how was I supposed to watch it?

SENSICAL:

Sally Bollywood's first season is streamable in full on what claims to be "the safest free streaming service for kids" Sensical. At first, the layout of this site confused me but once I found the search bar I was good.

This is all well and good but how do I watch season 2? Sensical excludes the second season entirely and Wikipedia has little information on it besides episode names and a few air dates. At first, I thought this meant season 2 was lost media but I have actually seen episode 11 Night At The Museum on YouTube. How did they get the episode?

EDIT: The one I found on YouTube is actually season 1 episode 7 Trouble At the Museum not Night At the Museum. Still, there are season 2 episodes reuploaded onto YouTube so still, how did they get the episode?

PRIME VIDEO:

Likely this is how. In some parts of the world, I'm not sure where the series is available on Prime Video. If you have a VPN and know exactly where it can be found then you can watch it there, I unfortunately cannot. For some reason, they do appear to be missing episode 1 and likely a few others. This will not do.

🏴‍☠️:

The full series is available on a site, just out of order... For the most part, there is very loose continuity so I suppose it doesn't matter which order it is watched but I personally hate this! Everything I watch I strive to watch in chronological order oldest to newest so for me there is no way in hell I'm watching it on this site.

Episode 1 is supposed to be Cockroach Capers.

YOUTUBE:

Finally, after much searching, I found it where I should have gone in the first place, YouTube. The official Sally Bollywood channel has every single episode in both English and French separated in playlists but also combined into hour-long videos and mixed around into compilations. All the Sally you could ever want is right here.

Another thing I found particularly interesting is their affiliation with LoliRock. This is another nostalgic show I have always loved, never in my life would I have imagined Iris, Talia, and Aurianna being friends with Sally and Doowee. The category is translated via Google Translate to: "Other friends for more adventures!". They are also both now connected to Totally Spies which I have not seen but know some people may find that interesting.

IN CONCLUSION:

If you want to watch this obscure children's show after the death of Qubo, here it is! Qubo had a very diverse catalog of shows and when it ended these shows belonged to so many different people who know what happened to them! I hope that all of them at least found a home somewhere whether it's YouTube or a free streaming service. I was so worried this would be partially lost now but glad it is alive. This is off-topic but there are four Sally Flash games I'm not sure of the origins of, I'm not sure how to get them working so that is actually lost media right there.

I do have a plugin that can make some Flash games playable again but it only works for games that have been archived. Anyway, enough rambling I have a show to watch bye!

#sally bollywood #doowee mcadam #finding nostalgic kid's shows #rip Qubo #where did Qubo shows go?#How to watch #My journey #Thank you for reading #obscure media

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theblondegoesabroad · 2 years

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Day 69

Saturday 9th July 2022

Another real summers day. The further south we go the better the weather is. Gone are the days of three layers of sweatshirts, midges, rain, menacing skies. I can finally be the sun worshiper I was born to be. Thanks nana for those genes! We had a lovely sleep in at our campsite this morning, and we woke up to blue skies and warmth. I didn’t even need to put on a jumper this morning. After a shower we had a yummy breakie of summer fruits again. We mixed a few different cereals together and now have a good combination of crunchy clusters and fruit and nuts. We had our coffee with our books before packing up camp and heading to Bath. We first walked around the Priory gardens, a lovely little garden ok the outskirts of bath with great skyline views of the city before we walked into the city center. It was hot and everyone seemed to be in Bath. It was very touristy and couple that with it being a Saturday morning at the start of the holidays, it was busy. Needless to say Benoit and I didn’t stay too long amongst the crowds. I wanted to test a Sally Lunn bun from the place where the recipe was developed but there was a line all the way up the street so we gave that one a miss. We checked out the town square and the beautiful architecture but didn’t go in to anything as the lines were huge. So instead we made a short sharp quick of Bath racing around the main sights before heading back to the car. Today we did plan to visit Stonehenge but yesterday when I looked at booking it, it turns out you need to book at least two weeks in advance. We didn’t do that as we weren’t sure of our time line. So no Stonehenge for us. Luckily though we feel we have seen enough rocks and ruins and old things to last us for a while so didn’t feel too put out about missing out on the famous historic monument. We instead headed to stourhead gardens, 40 minutes south of Bath and exactly on our route to Portland island. So we stopped at the gardens. They were lovely, English gardens really are something. Lots of big trees, little pathways. So many picnic spots. Benoît found a place to have a swim. In a grotto which directed a water source into the lake in the gardens. He was rather chuffed to be bathing with a beautiful sculpture. We had a tea at the garden and then headed back on the road. We decided to treat ourselves to an ice cream as it was a hot day and we had at least an hour of driving to do to get to Portland. We arrived at Portland island and it felt like arriving home again. Back to our safe happy place. We parked up in our usual spot, although it was dry. Very dry. Unlike the top of Scotland and even most of England which is still green grass everywhere. Portland doesn’t look like it has had rain since we left, there is definately some special microclimate here. It was also busy, today there was a wee music festival at the farm we camp in front of. It was neat. We sat outside and enjoyed the music. A local band playing lots of covers from pink floyd to the eagles. For dinner we had the last of our pesto pasta in front of our free concert and then enjoyed a little ginger wine for our after dinner treat. This is our second bottle of ginger wine, it is made by the English heritage society, an organisation like the national trust that we are a part of. Their wine is delicious. They have a few different ones that we have tasted but the ginger one is by far the best. It is just for sipping as it is rather sweet and the ginger kick is strong but we love it. Our little treat before bed. Love kate xxx

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samobservessonic · 5 months

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Onto the third and final comic in the yearbook, which is the one I remember the most-clearly from when I read this many years ago. The reason why this one in particular stood out to me so clearly I’ll explain at the end. But the setup is the usual - Sonic’s chilling in Green Hill Zone, before noticing his animal friends have gone missing and heading off to look for them

After rescuing a couple of animals from badniks, they tell Sonic that the others are trapped in the metal capsule at the end of the zone, so Sonic rushes off to find another familiar staple of the games…

…But this one is a trap. We’d see this concept included in Sonic 3&K, but I don’t think there were any fake capsules in Sonic 1 and 2?

It’s Tails to the rescue! He’s been absent from this special so far, but makes an appearance here to save Sonic from the trap. They even translate the British there, which is weird, since I doubt this yearbook was intended for more than just a British audience. But anyway, as we can see from these two panels, this version brings us a more-brazen Tails (and fatphobic, sob...) than the one from StC and not only that, but a Sonic who’s a lot more glad to see him. I’m oddly fond of their dynamic in StC, but it’s interesting to see that perhaps another direction could’ve been used instead of the one we got

After being rescued by Tails, the two of them hide from Robotnik for long enough that Sonic makes a fake cardboard standee of himself, which Robotnik mistakes for him and smashes instead. While Robotnik is distracted, the real Sonic sneaks up to finish him off. When Robotnik leaves, Sonic and Tails track down their missing friends to a wooden hut, which is simple enough for Sonic to destroy

Which brings us to the end of this yearbook, with Sonic freeing the small animals. And look! It’s Sally! …Wait, why does she have two tails? And that brings us to the reason why I remembered this story in particular. While I was reading this and saw the artist's error of Sally being given two fox tails, I remembered that the kid who lent me this comic had shown me this part and confidently insisted that the girl with the bow was Tails’s girlfriend, purely because she looked like a fox and also had two tails. I dunno why she'd jumped to that conclusion, instead of that she might've been Tails's sister or another relative, but oh well. Now, I had no context at the time and obviously, looking back on it now I’m like “Oh, that’s just Sally”, but back then I remember being really confused by this, because why would Tails’s girlfriend only appear on two panels and have nothing to say? Anyway, it’s been over two decades since then, but I do wonder if that kid is still out there somewhere, assuming Tails’s girlfriend was this random background character in an old Sonic yearbook

…And that’s that! I enjoyed this yearbook a lot, even if part of it was for nostalgia reasons. There was nothing ground-breaking, but all of the stories captured the feeling of early Sonic well, in a big part due to the great art, and I could imagine that this yearbook would’ve been a good jumping-on point for any Sonic fans at the time

#sam observes sonic #sonic yearbook 1993 #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #sally acorn #dr. robotnik

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struggling-with-time · 3 years

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Chosen Lineage [Wilbur Soot x reader, Fundy x reader]

Pairing: c!Wilbur Soot x Gender Neutral!reader, c!Fundy x Gender Neutral!reader (Son - Parent)

Summary: You raise Fundy as Wilbur keeps coming in and out of your life.

Warnings: Angst, betrayal, fluff, found family (chosen family)

Words: 3.2K

Masterlist: Wilbur’s Masterlist - Full Masterlist

A/N: This is an AU I have been working on, and then the perfect ask came by. (Also requests are still open! Click here!)

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You've been travelling and finally reached the new and upcoming server the Greater SMP. You had received a letter to join from Dream himself. Payback for a favour in the past.

And you join.

Hoping to find new people to meet, and potentially finding the person with whom you share a soulmark.

Quickly befriending the residents, it doesn't take long for you to start having late night talks with a certain Wilbur Soot, a man who dreams about bigger things. Hoping to get his name in the history books even as a footnote.

And the two of you get along great, as friends. And later down the road best friends. The two of you never have thought about romantic feelings toward each other, although you can't deny the two of you had checked once drunk if you belonged together. But alas, you didn't. And both of you never entertained the thought again.

At least that’s what you agree upon with each other.

That's when he meets Sally. And she's just perfect for him. His other half. His soulmate. And you're happy for them, gladly helping with setting up a date or two to make them extra special. And they are a good couple.

Then she gets pregnant.

And they're still okay together. They still like each other, and both still have moments where their love for each other shine through.

Until Fundy gets born.

Everything changes when Fundy gets born. Suddenly you're spending more time babysitting the little fox child than either of his parents. Sally seems to often just be gone.

A passing mention of going up the river, and one day she does. And she doesn't return. She never returns.

All while Wilbur has been off doing work for his new nation. Something Sally had always been against. A topic of many arguments for the two. Which more often than not ended with the man on your couch and for you to look after the poor child.

As L’Manberg starts talking about independence you're there backing them. Holding Fundy's hand. A child of a soulmate pair, with neither looking after him. A rare tale to be heard.

You're there as Wilbur cries about Sally. When his country goes to war. You're there holding Fundy back as he tries to become a child soldier himself.

You're there as Wilbur tries to form a bond with his son.

You're there as Wilbur asks Fundy to come and stay with him in his new house.

And you're there when Fundy refuses to leave your side.

You're there as Wilbur walks out determinant to win the war so he can form a bond with his son.

You’re resting Fundy on your arm as the man in a mask comes knocking.

You’re holding Fundy tight as the man who bears the name of Dream asks you to fight for you.

You’re shielding Fundy as you tell Dream, unless he wishes to owe another favour, he has paid you back for the favour he owed you.

You are comforting Fundy when the masked man leaves shutting the door behind him.

You are wiping tears from his face as you promise him you will never betray his father.

You are there the night Fundy packs his bags years later, the night he vows to fight for his father’s creation. The first night he sees you cry.

You tell him to come back safely and help him pack the rest.

You watch him walk out of the house you have built to keep him safe.

You're there as he celebrates the win, and as Fundy now a young man, hugs you, and says his thanks to you for keeping him out of most of the battles.

You're there as Wilbur finally gets close to his son.

You’re there as you allow the man who has hurt his son back into your life once more.

Letting him be stressed and relax around you. Still loyal to the man you once befriended. Still loyal to the man you admire.

You’re there to celebrate as the election gets announced, helping Fundy with his campaign and giving Wilbur words of encouragement.

The man had found a room in your house once more.

But time moves on and time of peace is nothing the server is fond of.

You're there the day a man with the name of Schlatt joins the election.

A man the universe tells you that you're destined to be with.

You're there as Wilbur leaves Fundy and you behind.

You're not there as the man spirals. Stuck between walls you once fought for.

However, you are there as Fundy tears them down and comes crying to you.

You are there helping Niki when she's unable to keep up with the taxes.

You help the Manberg citizens as much as you can from the inside.

Until you're there as the man you would trust with your life calls his own son a traitor. And you're there as Fundy tells him he was never his own but yours.

You aren't there the day they kill the president. Having vowed to not see the man after finding out what the universe thought of the two of you.

After what he had done to Fundy.

You're there the day Wilbur presses the button. The day Fundy takes back his last name promising to be greater than the man who didn't raise him.

You aren’t there the first time ghostbur shows up. However, you are there the day Fundy comes crying to you telling you of the ghost.

You hold him tight that night, reassuring him he’s safe with you, and that a ghost won’t change you caring about Fundy.

The days go past until one day Fundy shows up with the ghost himself.

A mere shell of the man you once admired. A mere shell of the man you once knew. A mere shell of a man you no longer knew in his last months.

He comes in the name of peace he tells you, he comes with blue in his hands and hope in his eyes.

He tells of good memories and of days before the birth of Fundy.

He tells of cold mornings and warm evenings.

He tells of meeting you and the sadness your soulmark made him feel.

He tells of nights spent thinking of your eyes.

Your voice.

Your touch.

He comes telling of tales you never have heard.

He comes, you watch him leave.

You let him leave with the words spoken of a once broken person.

A person who has grown.

You have grown.

You let him leave with the tales of a person who once admired a friend greatly, but could no longer follow their friend down the path they had made.

You let the ghost leave with the words, that while you had once loved a man. You no longer did.

You are there that night, in front of the fireplace as Fundy struggles to understand that you had once loved his father.

You tell him tales of your youth you shared with Wilbur.

Of unforgetful nights, and unforgiving mornings.

Of the way you used to map the stars, of the way you used to live for his words as he lived for yours.

Tales of good friends being there for each other, tales of good friends supporting each other.

You tell Fundy of the first time Wilbur presents to you, Sally.

You tell Fundy of that day. The day you came to terms with the universe.

That while you might have mapped out the stars, the universe maps your life long before you make a decision.

You tell Fundy of his first birthday, the only one where both of his parents were present.

You tell him tales of his mother. Yet, you can’t find it in yourself to show him the pictures that go along with the tales you tell.

The fireplace goes out, and you break apart. He spends a night in his childhood room, while you watch the stars, one more time.

Still in the habit of mapping them, although now only mentally as they dance across the sky for you to watch.

Like all things, time moves on.

When the day of Wilburs birthday rolls around and you make the first trip to his gravestone. The sun setting on the horizon. That night you watch the stars by the gravestone, surrounded by wide open fields and two single flowers.

The next day your door opens for the ghost to come to visit.

You can’t help but let the ghost into your life, so lost, so much like the man you once knew. Yet the ghost will never be able to fill the gaping hole of betrayal the once living man left behind.

So you let him in, let him stay. First, for a single night, the rain had caught him stranded in your house.

Then he slowly seems to come back again and again, and it pains you to see him, wander around. Pains to see him be so pain-free yet clearly carrying all of it.

Fundy, your son, the child you raised on your own, as your own.

Fundy is the one to tell the ghost to seek residence in another place. Fundy is the one who refuses to see you tear yourself down in hopes of seeing the brief moments where you forget the man in front of you isn’t dead.

But you move on as the house becomes empty once again, you have to.

The universe tells you to.

So you do.

The news of the ghosts death reaches you before the news of what came with reach you.

Fundy comes seeking you out as soon as he hears, all the way from his new place of residence. Las Nevadas.

You are proud of Fundy, he did good for himself, at least he tell you so.

He returns to your home, his home. Seeking comfort from the one who raised him, and you give him that.

You hold Fundy recounting your promises of keeping him safe. You refuse to let the man hurt his son once more.

You tell Fundy the next day that you need a new place to stay, he offers residence in Las Nevadas.

Yet you tell him, you’ve had enough of nations and wars.

He helps you, Fundy helps you make your new home.

While Fundy notices, he doesn’t say so.

Your new residence is nearly identical to your old one, yet more secluded and missing a room.

The room Wilbur used to stay in.

For while you were loyal to the once-living, then dead man. You aren’t loyal to the person who hurt his son. You aren’t loyal to the one wandering the lands now, and you wish not to invite him into your home.

Fundy calls in help from his new friends and your house is standing in mere weeks, you thank him by telling him even now that he no longer needs you, your home will always have space for him.

You hug him closely that night before he leaves.

You tell him you’re proud.

You tell him he has become so much more than his father.

You tell him he is great, and he deserves all the happiness you could ever wish upon. 1

Fundy tightens his arm around you as he silently cries into your shoulder.

But as always the universe has plans and waits for no one.

Fundy has to go back to his work, and you have stars to be mapped.

Finally using pen and paper again. For while it was a shared interest the living dead holds no hand over you.

You are a free bird and refuse to be caged by the people who only wish to bring hurt with them.

And then you count the days, for you know he will show up.

He has yet to not do so.

You spare him no surprise as the man with the white streak stands on your porch. Asking to sit down as your pen glides over the paper.

You knew he would come, yet had not expected him to do so when the stars are bright. And the night is long.

He does not talk, and you don’t invite him as the dawn breaks through.

You are the first to get up, and you retract into your cabin, as he walks away.

Then he comes back.

Night after night.

No words were spoken.

For days, weeks. This goes on.

Even when you travel to sell your maps to the sailors who comes by the Snowchester harbour, he sits silently on the porch waiting for your return that night.

You walk right past him, but stop when you hear him.

“I am sorry.”

It is all he says before he is up and gone into the night.

You find yourself hesitating, wishing to turn around and call out for him, but you don’t.

You retreat into your cabin and is reminded why you do this by the wall of memories in your house.

Pictures of your and Fundy and people you’ve met through the years adorning the wall.

He hurt Fundy, and he hurt you.

The next night you await an invitation into your home.

He takes it.

You tell him not to give you excuses, and he doesn’t.

He tells of the months in the cave, and the regret of his actions.

You tell him of the year you’ve raised Fundy, the years he wasn’t there. The months of agony, and the years of acceptance.

He tells of the love for you.

And you tell of the love you once held for the man.

He asks for forgiveness.

You offer consideration.

You tell him of the ghost that wandered the halls of your previous home. You tell of the actual ghost that stayed in the bed he used to sleep in.

You tell him that you are the last person he should ask forgiveness from again. You tell him of his son once again.

You tell him to not see you again until his son will look his own father in the eyes with something other than hatred, resentment, pity.

You tell him to never come back begging for love when he refused to love the people around him when they did.

You tell him that while you were once loyal, you are only loyal to the bright fox you raised and no other person.

You give him credit that night, you give him credit for knowing when to not push the buttons you have given him the control of.

That night you let yourself watch as he walks for the last time.

He might have once loved you, but the universe told him no.

He might have once wished to raise his son, yet you were the one to do so.

You hope him a fruitful journey, as the light on the porch burns out and you return to the warmth of your cabin ready to write a letter to Fundy.

The boy having taken to letter writing the same way his father did. You find yourself smiling at the thought each time you receive a letter from him.

While Fundy may never tell you of what happened when that letter arrived and you for the first time directly addressed him as your son to his own eyes. He cried.

While peace has finally settled and the wars are done being fought.

You're still making the twice-annual tracks out to Wilbur's Lone gravestone. For while the man is still walking amongst you now, you are still mourning the person he used to be.

The single slate under a tree stands on the far outskirts of what used to be L’Manberg.

"In memory of Wilbur Soot. Founder. President. Friend. Father. Son."

As usual, the titles coming before the personal bonds.

Although this year on his birthday another person is present. Not one wearing wings and a bucket hat.

Instead a redheaded woman you haven't seen in years.

One you never thought you would ever see again.

"As loyal to the man as ever." She smiles at you. Her eyes landing on the single yellow rose in your hand.

"As loyal as the wind to a cold summer day." You tell her. A phrase you haven't spoken since she asked you why you kept watching out for Fundy. “As loyal to the person he was before his symphony.” You add to it.

"I hope the years have been kind to you." She says as she watches you lay down the yellow rose beside the single gladioli.

Phil came at dawn.

You came at dusk.

"The years have been kind to those who got lucky." you tell her, "I've tried to make them as kind to Fundy as possible."

She hums.

"Still looking after him I take it?"

The question hangs in the air, and you know what she's asking.

Did you replace both of them?

You pull out your wallet and hand over one of the two pictures you carry with you.

Silent tears start to slip down her chins as she looks it over.

It's the one picture that survived from Fundy's first birthday. The one with Sally holding him and Wilbur holding the two of them.

The only birthday Sally ever saw.

"I know you might think I have replaced you. But I never could. I may have raised him as my own and let him chose me as his family, but I can never replace his parents. Not that I ever wanted."

Sally looks up at you, clearly unwilling to hand back the picture. But you still take it, and a piece of her it seems.

"Wilbur was a friend I treasured greatly, and I was happy for your love. But both of you burned brightly and burned your son in the way to seek your happiness."

You show her the other picture in your wallet. Not willing to let her touch it.

It's from a year ago when you finished the construction of your new house. It's of you and Fundy in front of the first thing you put up in the house. The great picture wall.

"But while you are his mother. I'm too selfish to let you into his life. However, I cannot stop you from travelling to Las Nevadas and see him from afar. But don't expect him to recognise you. Or treat you as kindly as I."

Sally nods tearing her eyes away from the photo. You put it away.

"I hope the years have been kind to you Sally and I hope your best years were the ones you spent with Wilbur, for his years were with you."

You tun away as the sun has dipped below the horizon wishing to return to your home before the mobs come creeping.

A letter on your table written by Fundy.

The letter tells of a redheaded woman who came by Las Nevadas in search of Fundy to find you.

The letter tells of his desire to know who the woman was, in her relation to you. Not wanting to see you be hurt by more people. Especially not the ones he brings into your house. Not again.

All you reply is an old friend whom you never expect to see again.

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mikeyinnit · 3 years

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lovebug

Pairing: Wilbur x GN!Reader

Summary: Wilbur was done with love after he lost Sally, but when Fundy introduces him to one of Niki’s friends, things start to change.

Word Count: 2k words

Notes: Songfic!! I said they would be rare and it’s the second fic I post lmao. Inspired by Lovebug by the Jonas Brothers, totally willing to do a part 2 for this one because I have other ideas with other lyrics and stuff

Tagging: N/A

After Sally, Wilbur wasn’t really looking for anyone else to love, in fact, he had given up on love entirely. He had to focus on his son and the nation he was building from the ground up.

Then you came into the picture.

You were a friend of Niki’s, that’s how he met you. Fundy was visiting the bakery and when Wilbur came to get him, he saw you helping the young fox hybrid make cookies. It was such a sweet sight that he took a moment to just enjoy seeing his son have a great time. When he did enter, Fundy introduced the two.

“This is Y/N! They’re one of Niki’s friends. Y/N, this is my dad. He’s single.”

Of course his son would throw him under the bus like that. But you just laughed, and god did you have a beautiful laugh, and held out your hand. A gesture that Wilbur returned with one of his charming grins.

“Fundy’s talked about you all day, I feel like I know you already…” you had trailed off, obviously Fundy only referred to him as my dad, prompting him to give his name.

“Wilbur Soot.”

“Wilbur. It’s great to meet you.”

You gave him your phone number, clearly you were as taken with Fundy as the boy was to you, for him or his son to use anytime. Then you said your goodbyes for the night as you sent them on their way with the cookies you and Fundy baked along with some extra baked goods.

Called you for the first time yesterday

Wilbur hadn’t used your number for a good couple of days. He had been busy with L’Manberg and honestly had barely had time to see his son, let alone the enchanting stranger.

Today was a day that he could actually spend quality time with Fundy, and obviously all of that time at the bakery while he was working just made the young boy want to bake cookies with his dad. Unfortunately, Fundy was very specific with what cookies he wanted to make. The ones he baked with you.

“These don’t taste like the ones Y/N made.” Was said numerous times throughout the night no matter how Wilbur changed the recipe so eventually, he just gave up and called you to figure it out.

“Hello?”

Your voice rang out through the telephone and it instantly felt like all of the stress of this baking night was leaving his body.

“Y/N, it’s Wilbur. We met at Niki’s the other day?”

“Wilbur! Of course. How are you? How’s Fundy?”

Another grin was brought to his face at you almost immediately asking about Fundy, though he didn’t have the chance to respond as the aforementioned hybrid returned from getting more ingredients for the cookies and practically begged his father to put you on speaker so he could talk to you as well.

“Y/N!!”

It was almost like he could hear the smile on your face as you spoke to Fundy. “Fundy! What are you up to?”

“We’re trying to bake cookies but dad can’t make them like you.”

Wilbur heard that laugh again, that beautiful laugh that he first heard at the bakery.

“That’s because your dad probably doesn’t know the secret ingredient that we used to bake those cookies. How about you give the phone back to him so I can let him know and then I’m sure you two will bake the best cookies ever.”

Then the phone was back in his hand and he spoke, “Secret ingredient?”

You grinned as you answered, “I just told him to tell the dough nice things in his life. Some people say speaking love into the dough helps, I don’t know if it’s true or not but he had fun with it.”

It sounded ridiculous, but Wilbur decided to try it.

“Thanks, Y/N. I’ll let you know how it goes.”

This time, Fundy thought the cookies were perfect.

I finally found the missing part of me

You became a big part of his routine after that night. He would see you at the bakery every time he came to get his son, he called you even when he was at work, you quickly became an important part of his life. Fundy loved you, days together often involved him telling Wilbur all about whatever the two of you got up to.

Wilbur wasn’t a stranger to love, he loved Sally, he loved his country, he loved his son. But it felt very different with you. He couldn’t even say it was love yet, you just felt like you fit with him and Fundy. You were kind, and obviously cared about his son, you were funny, the texts and calls he exchanged with you never failed to put a smile on his face. And you cared about his son a lot, which was certainly not a negative. For the two of them, it felt like you were the perfect fit to the puzzle they didn’t realize was missing a piece.

I felt so close but you were far away

Getting used to having you in his routine meant it really sucked when you traveled to a village far away. Fundy missed you and honestly, Wilbur did too. You promised the young boy that you wouldn’t be gone for long, and told him that he was welcome to call you at anytime. Which Fundy took full advantage of. Every night before the young fox hybrid went to bed, he called you on Wilbur’s phone and the two of them heard about your day and they shared details of their own. On certain nights, you even joined Wilbur in singing a lullaby for him.

People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder and that absolutely seemed true with your trip. Both of the boys missed you and wondered when you would be back, but luckily, you came back within a month. And you came back with plenty of gifts for Fundy, which made the boy ridiculously happy. You even got a gift for Wilbur, which was certainly a pleasant surprise since really, you being back was enough of a gift for him.

That night, he invited you over for dinner. He said it was to celebrate your return, which is true, but he also just wanted to spend time with you now that you were back. You agreed, and the three of you even tried baking dessert, which resulted in a small flour fight initiated by you.

Wilbur usually liked everything in order and in his control, something like throwing flour around and making a complete mess of his kitchen is something that Tommy would enjoy, but somehow it felt okay with you and his son.

I never thought that I’d catch this lovebug again

After that night, Wilbur came to realize that he did like you, if not love you. You were a nice balance to his control and an escape from the stress of his job as president.

At first, it felt like a betrayal to Sally. He decided he was going to focus on his son and his nation, not love. He decided that long before you came into the picture and he was a man of his word. Even if that word was only said to himself.

He knew he couldn’t just outright ignore you. Not only would that be unfair to you, it wouldn’t be fair to Fundy. So he had to deal with it another way, throwing himself further into his work. It meant less time with his son but it was very productive for L’Manberg. Plus it meant Fundy got to see you and Niki more so Wilbur is certain that the young fox would understand and perhaps enjoy this more than spending time with him.

There was a knock at his door but Wilbur didn’t even look up as he called out, “Come on in.” Obviously it wasn’t Tommy since the boy never knocked but it could have been Tubbo or Jack Manifold or even someone from outside of L’Manberg.

“You would think that in a time of peace, the president would have more free time.”

He knew that voice. He could never forget the face that went along with it. Your smile and eyes never left his mind even with him trying his hardest to shut out the rest of the world.

“Y/N, I wasn’t expecting to see you. What brings you by?”

“I haven’t seen you in a while, Fundy told me you’ve been sleeping here lately so I thought I would check on you.”

And there was that kindness again. The kindness that made him fall in love with you in the first place.

“I’m okay, Y/N. Just busy.”

“Too busy to stop by the bakery to see your friends? Or to even come home and see your son at night?”

There was an edge to your voice and Wilbur wasn’t sure how he felt about it, obviously he thought that Fundy would prefer spending time with you and Niki over himself but it seemed like you disagreed.

You strongly disagreed.

“I’ve just been busy. Running a country is a lot of work, Fundy will understand. He gets to see you and Niki more anyways, he’s happier that way.” He shifted his eyes back to the papers in front of him, letters he had been drafting for the past two hours and couldn’t get anywhere with.

“Fundy is a child, Wilbur. Niki and I are happy to see him at the bakery but we aren’t replacements for his dad. His dad who suddenly became “too busy” almost overnight. What happened?”

It truly was sweet the way you cared about his son that much. Enough to come to his office when you could be sleeping. This could have been a good moment for him to say what was on his mind, that he thinks he was falling in love with you and didn’t want to betray his dead wife. But he lied.

“Tommy has been getting into trouble with Dream recently, I want to make sure we don’t fight in another war so soon. Or ever again.” It was a solid lie, Tommy had a reputation for being a troublemaker and he could use that to his advantage. You seemed like you were about to speak, probably about Fundy, so he spoke first, “I promise that I will talk to Fundy and see him more as soon as I get this figured out. Thank you, Y/N, it’s really nice Thank you, Y/N, it’s really nice to know that someone else cares about Fundy this much, he needs that.”

“It’s not just him that I care about, Wilbur. I wish you would see Fundy more sooner but I was also worried about you, I know you care about him so something had to be going on for you to miss seeing him this often.”

Well that certainly didn’t help with him trying to ignore these feelings.

“Then I thank you again. I really appreciate it. Goodnight, Y/N. Get some sleep.”

“Goodnight, Wilbur.”

I kissed them for the first time yesterday

Wilbur kept the promise he made to you. Considering the reason he gave you for being busy was a lie, it wasn’t hard to get back to seeing his son and by extension, you.

If you asked him, he would say he’s handling his feelings for you rather well now. He hasn’t done anything about it but he isn’t shutting out the world so, progress.

It was another dinner night with you and Fundy, you had brought desert with you this time so they didn’t have another flour fight but it was still lovely. After he sent Fundy to bed, you stuck around.

The two of you had been sitting on the couch together for a whole, just talking about anything, and maybe it was just because it was late and you looked so beautiful but something came over Wilbur and he asked, “Would you mind if I tried something?”

You nodded, curious about what he was going to try, but you didn’t stay curious for long as Wilbur gently cupped your face with one hand and leaned in to kiss you.

A kiss that you returned.

I never thought that I’d get hit by this lovebug again

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thegryffindorprincess · 4 years

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Unforgettable//Draco Malfoy x Reader (SMUT)

A/N: Hi Lovelies! Working through my requests and stuff one at a time and love this one! Draco’s a little OOC, but it’s saucy and smutty and that’s all you Draco whores are here for, also including some platonic hermione x reader, enjoy x

Set: Golden Trio Era

Word Count: 2,002

Warnings: smut, drinking, swearing, choking

“It’s not good enough for me, since I’ve been with you”

“One fire whiskey on ice for you my love.” Draco grinned, passing Astoria the plastic cup from the table he’d just filled with her favourite drink, producing the ice from the tip of his wand. She giggled and settled into his side, letting his arm fall around her shoulders lazily. He would’ve like to say the way they stood, pressed together felt right, but it didn’t. Her bones didn’t quite slot into his properly and he stood a little awkwardly under her touch. Never the less, Draco placed a kiss to her forehead and observed the scene. Slytherin always held the best parties, that was common knowledge, especially for celebrations like OWLs. The room was decorated in silver, the streamers and balloons glistening in the pale light that always glowed from the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. Every student from the fifth and fourth year was attending, not wanting to miss out on a chance to celebrate properly before school and life became much more serious. As Draco and Astoria took their seats on one of the emerald green sofa’s, students began to dance, Blaise tapping his wand to the speaker positioned above the fire place, letting muggle music boom around the room. He attempted to shake off the longing looks coming from some other girls in the room, Pansy attempting to catch his gaze from the dance floor, Sally-Ann twirling her fingers in her hair at the drinks table and Tracy who was trying hard, too hard, to make eye contact with him from the sofa opposite. Draco simply kept his eyes pinned to the entrance way to the common room, as a distraction. Astoria was pining over him at his side, drawing his eyes away from the door to pull him into a kiss. As she did so, he heard the door open and most of the chat that had been filling the room stop suddenly. He glanced up to see Y/N, Hermione, Harry and Ron enter the common room, laughing amungst themselves. Everyone began to whisper or discuss in hushed voices how incredible Y/N Y/L/N looked tonight, as the four of them stepped in confidently, smiling at each other at their impression.

“Wow.” Tracy Davis exclaimed spinning back round in her seat to face Draco and his gang who were all looking over at her, “she looks incredible.” Draco simply hummed through his lips, face blank. He watched closely as the golden foursome walked over to the drinks table, pouring their chosen beverage into plastic cups, Hermione making the ice swirl into intricate patterns in their drinks. The chat soon returned to normal, giggles errupting from corners of the room every few minutes. Draco sat with his hands pressed together, finger tips resting on his chin, watching Y/N’s every move. You see, the reason all of this was pissing him off, causing his face to knit into a scowl was because it had only been two months since they’d stopped seeing eachother, Y/N spinning him some bullshit about how she needed to focus on the golden trio and not him. And well, nobody rejects Draco Malfoy. He’d tried in the beginning to win her back, leaving her expensive gifts outside her door, persuading some first year minions to send her letters on his behalf, all of which she’d rejected. Then it turned nasty. Draco ended up fucking half of the girls in slytherin, attempting to make her come and talk to him, even if it turned into an argument. But she didn’t, she simply scoffed when Goyle would shout about loud Draco and Pansy’s sex was in their dorm room, roll at eyes at the hickeys adorning Sally-Ann’s neck and laugh with Hermione about his persuit of Tracy. What pissed him off the most though was how completely unbothered Y/N was acting, as if they’d never even spoken before.

“Draco what’re you staring at?” Astoria asked, Draco suddenly becoming aware that his eyes were burning holes in Y/N, his gaze unbreaking.

“Nothing.” He responded blankly. “Nothing important at all.”

XXX

Y/N held Hermione’s hands in hers as they danced on the floor together, being some of the only students who recognised the muggle songs that were playing. She loved when Hermione got drunk, her usual up-tight personality disappearing revealing a very care free one instead. Y/N herself could feel the alcohol rushing to her head as she twirled her best friend round in a circle below her, Hermione bursting into a fit of giggles when their hands became twisted and got stuck in an awkward position.

“I am going to go to the toilet.” Hermione suddenly announced, unlinking her arms from Y/N’s and staggering away towards the stairs.

“Hang on a minute,” Y/N said, following her giggling, “I’ll accompany you.” Hermione nodded quickly, holding Y/N’s hand as they climbed the marble staircase up towards the girls toilets.

“Such a good friend to me.” Hermione slurred as Y/N opened the toilet door for her, promising to hold it closed from outside for her. She laughed at Hermione’s drunk clinginess, listening to her babbling’s from the hallway. Just as she got comfortable a hand holding the door firmly shut, she heard footsteps coming in her direction.

“Sorry, the toilets occupied, you might have to wait.” She called out. To her slight shock, Draco appeared at the top of the stair case, gaze magnetic, jaw clenched. “Oh.” Y/N murmmered, awkwardly looking down towards her feet, the music from the common room still pounding the walls of the hallway.

“That’s not a very polite way to greet me Y/L/N” Draco smirked, watching how Y/N still crumbled a little under his stare. “Problem?”

“Not at all, just wondering what you want with me.” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, unbothered. He stepped closer.

“Just wanted a chat.” She swallowed as he moved increasingly closer, his cologne already making her throat close.

“Thought you were a bit busy for a chat.” Y/N grimaced, moving closer to the wall and further from him. “You know, you look a bit busy chatting with Astoria,” She sent him a warning look “and Pansy and Tracy and Sally-Ann.” Draco chuckled at her feisty tone.

“Jealous?” He teased, twirling his family ring around on his finger, looking darkly at her through his eyelashes.

“Hardly.” She scoffed. But he could tell she was lying from the way she couldn’t meet his eyes.

“Well you might be pleased to know,” Draco began closing the gap between them with a few large strides, one of his pale hands coming up to stroke her cheek, “It’s not good enough for me, since I’ve been with you.” Just as Y/N went to respond, Hermione ermerged from the bathroom. She awkwardly glanced at the situation, mouth opening and closing like a fish before walking back wards towards the stairs.

“I-I’m gonna go,” She stammered, turning and running down the staircase, “I think I heard Ron calling for me.” Both Draco and Y/N watched her leave, Y/N cursing her best friend for not taking her with her.

“Where were we?” Draco began again, his hand returning to her cheek. “Oh yes,” He moved his head closer towards hers, her breath getting caught in her throat, “and it’s not going to work for you either, this stupid arrangement.” Y/N scoffed again, this time rolling her eyes.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” This time, Draco’s hand trailed it’s way from her cheek to her throat, squeezing just gently enough that she began to squirm.

“Because nobody can equal me.” Then he closed the gap, his lips pushing against hers, causing her to moan slightly as his teeth bit on her bottom lip. “No more games princess,” he cooed, “tell me what you want.” Y/N grabbed onto his back needily, moving closer to his ear so that she could whisper in it.

“Just fuck me Malfoy, you know it’s what we both need.” He growled then, attacking her neck with his mouth, carrying her on his front down the hallway to his dorm room, opening the door effortlessly with his free hand. He barged into the room, striding straight to his bed, laying her down roughly, so that her legs were dangling off of the edge and she was on her back. Draco growled again when her dress rode up just high enough so that her panties poked out underneath, his dick hardening with every new inch of flesh he got to see.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, watching how she squirmed every time his finger tip touched a new part of her body. He took off her dress, discarding it carelessly to the floor, unbothered about where it went. Then, he hooked his fingers in her thong and yanked it down, watching how she gasped when the cold air from the room hit her. He grinned as he stroked her slit with his fingers, making her let out a string of profantities and his name. “God, say my name again princess.” He hissed as he inserted a finger inside of her, pumping it in and out roughly.

“Draco!” Y/N exclaimed, eyes squished closed as he inserted a second finger into her pussy, She moaned loudly as he sped up, his other hand coming up to her clit, rubbing it in a way that made her hands shoot to his hair, pulling at it. “Don’t stop,” She cooed, making eye contact with him finally, “please don’t let it stop.” He grinned at her pleading but complied, continuing his movements until her shaking legs gave way, her cum wetting his fingers. He pulled them out after her climax before placing them into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Sweeter than honey.” He announced, standing up and pulling her so that he was above her. She simply whined as he undid his belt swiftly, pulling out his cock, letting it spring free. “God,” He whispered as he lined himself up with her entrance, “nobody takes this cock like you do.” Draco pushed himself in, making her hiss with pleasure as she took him. He began to thrust into her, the slight curve of his dick hitting the spot inside of her that made her writhe in pure pleasure. “None of those stupid little whores take this cock as good as you princess.” He muttered into her ear as one of his hands came up to snake around her throat, his mouth peppering kisses on her forehead. “Whose my best girl?”

“Me!” Y/N moaned out, feeling his dick reach places that nobody else could, no matter how hard they tried. “I’m yours Draco, I’m yours.” He grunted out at her words, never so pleased to hear the phrase. He continued to hit her G spot over and over again causing her legs to start shaking again. “Dray I’m gonna-”

“I know, I know, let it princess.” He cooed at her gently, moving a strand of hair out of her face as it contorted into an “O” shape. Her legs began to vigorously shake then and Draco could feel her walls tightening around him. “Oh shit, I love you Dray, I love you.” She cried as he felt her cum. He growled into her ear at her tightness, letting his thrusts become sloppy inside of her.

“I love you too.” He moaned into her ear as she felt his cum release inside of her all at once, causing him to collapse on top of her in exhaustion. Y/N sighed happily as he moved off of her to fall at her side. “Can’t believe you spent two months ignoring me just to tell me you love me.” He smirked, fake gasping when she began swatting his arm.

“You said it back after fucking half of slytherin.” Y/N replied defensively, melting into his arms as Draco pulled the covers over them, snaking his arms around her waist, pulling her into him, kissing her neck gently.

“Yes but nobody compares to you Y/N, never will.” Draco whispered gently, feeling any tension in Y/N’s body melt underneath him. “You are absolutely unforgettable.”

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