I can imagine Kiba just having a cuddle pile with the rest of his kids and suddenly you're dragged into the mix and now you can't move cause your husband and your little gremlins have you clinged to them. But you realize you're in heaven loving your chaotic family- 💕
i am going to SOB, that is literally the cutest thing ever!!
it’s you, him and your kiddos in the lovely home you’ve built together; watching a movie on a random channel he’s stumbled upon, because whenever afternoon turns to evening, daddy’s the one that gets the remote.
the sky grows darker with each minute, it’s getting late. there’s a soft whir of a fan blowing because it’s summer and it’s really hot out, as well as the occasional cricket chirping it’s little heart out just outside the living room window. the couch is so cozy, it’s morphed to accommodate your entire family over the years.
you’re all dressed in your comfy clothes — stretchy gym shorts and t-shirts whose logos have long since been washed out with detergent and the repetitive tossing in a washing machine. there are empty glasses that had previously contained homemade lemonade sitting on the coffee table; two regular ones for you and him, three smaller ones for your babies. the ice is still melting, it cracks from time to time.
huddled up in a pile, every limb is intertwined with someone else’s. your youngest daughter has fallen soundly asleep next to you from the way you lovingly stroke her rich, brown hair with your fingers. the second one is about to close her eyes any minute now as well, you can see it in the way her head drops to rest on her dad’s shoulder and the way she then sighs so deeply that it reminds you of the dog that’s laying outstretched on the carpet right next to the couch, trying to cool off.
your son meanwhile, shares the same side profile as his father. same dimples, shape of nose, even his eyelashes are getting thick like his. they both do the absent-minded lip nibble while they focus on the movie, their feet stroking the dog’s fur. it’s like he’s copied his genes, gotten rid of yours and plastered them right into the boy’s DNA.
when you glance to the side, you can’t help but smile a little. kiba has grown older over the years as much as anyone else has, but he’s still as handsome as ever. he’s slowly turning grey at the temples, but he’s warm, pleasant — no longer furious at the world. stepping into his 40s, he’s even gotten somewhat mature, despite the fact that he can still act childish as fuck whenever he feels like it.
there are smile lines etched into his skin from how much laughter he’s shared with you through the course of your relationsip and marriage, and he’s gotten even more tan, now that the warmer months have come around and you’ve taken the kids to the beach a couple of times.
his hair needs to be washed because it’s mussed and darker at the roots. maybe you’ll suggest that you take a shower together before bed, so that you can wash his hair for him and kiss him all over, and he can do the same for you.
yeah, that sounds nice. fair.
just like your entire dynamic.
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imagine being someone at new rome university and not knowing percy is the same guy as “percy jackson, son of poseidon, two-time hero of olympus, former praetor” because the thought doesn’t even cross your mind. like… he’s percy. he’s a total frat boy. on a normal night, he walks into a party, refers to everyone as bro or dude, socializes with every living (and not-living) person in the room, makes at least 50 sarcastic comments, plays 12 rounds of beer pong, drinks way too much, and then skates around campus on his skateboard yelling “I LOVE NEW YORK” (which makes no sense, because they’re in california) until someone calls his girlfriend to come get him.
and then one day there’s an attack, and frat boy percy is all of a sudden a fighting machine. he’s yelling battle cries alongside the praetors frank zhang and hazel levesque as they lead everyone into battle. (why is he with the praetors? and why…. why in the world do the praetors seem to be following his lead?) his sword slashes through armies of monsters faster than you’ve ever seen. he’s controlling the entire river surrounding the camp, creating huge waves as tall as skyscrapers that crash down all around him, wiping out monsters and causing mass destruction to his enemies’ ranks. the sky is suddenly dark above you, ice-cold water droplets are slashing through the air, and the wind is blowing so aggressively that it’s making it hard to stand up steadily. because he’s somehow created a hurricane.
and he looks terrifying. you can feel the power radiating off of him. he’s like a god. or maybe a monster. it’s hard to tell. you’re a little scared of him, to be honest. but also in total awe, because it’s extraordinary. he’s extraordinary.
frat boy percy is not who you thought he was.
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