#i have also received the leo Christmas curse

[winchesterbrotherstan]

Agents of Shield- Pilot (1.01)

Pairing: Leo Fitz x Violet Ward (OC)

Summary: Coulson gathers the group, Violet is reunited with her long lost brother, they pick up a stray, and Grant tries to be an angry dad

Warnings: cursing, uhh blood i think?

Word Count:  6086 (not that long)

“Leo, what are you doing?” My voice was a low grumble as I turned my head.

“Trying to fix the fan so it stops making that bloody clicking noise.” 

I rolled my eyes at the curly haired Scot, pulling my pillow out from under my head before chucking it at him.

“Come back to bed.” I snuggled further into the blankets and closed my eyes.

“But Violet...” He trailed off and sighed.

I felt the bed sink beside me as he crawled in next to me, worming his way under the covers.

“We have to be on Coulson’s plane in two hours. Let’s just relax.” I twisted around to face him, the blankets still up to my chin.

“I just hate the noise.” Fitz pulled me against him, my forehead against his warm shoulder and my hands curled against his stomach. “And I know you do too, darlin’.”

I melted at the pet name, slouching against him as I pressed a kiss to his shoulder. I heard him chuckle and his chest rumbled before he kissed my forehead. I felt myself drift in and out of consciousness, his heartbeat under my ear lulling me back to sleep.

“Love you.” He mumbled, rearranging ourselves so my arms were around his neck and his head was on my shoulder.

“Love you too.” I tangled my fingers in his hair and pecked the side of his head.

We stayed like that for a while, both on the verge of sleeping and awake. A loud knock at the door startled us both. Fitz yelped as I flinched, sitting up blearily.

“What?” He shouted, flopping back onto the pillows.

“Agent Ward, I need to speak with you.”

I forced myself out of bed and shuffled to the door, pulling my hair back behind my ears as I opened the door, greeted by an antsy Coulson.

“It’s four in the morning. What’s wrong?” I tugged on the sleeves of Fitz’s flannel, pulling them down my arms.

Coulson sighed before looking up with a grimace.

“What is it, sir?” Fitz was behind me now, hands on my shoulders and as confused as I was.

“Violet. We found your brother.”

I would’ve stumbled backward if Fitz wasn’t holding me steady. I felt my eyes sting as they welled with tears.

“You found Grant?” I could feel myself shaking.

“Yes. He’s joining us on the mission. Are you gonna be okay?”

I nodded before looking back up. “Does he know that-”

“No. I haven’t spoken to him yet. I think it’s best that he finds out in due time.” Coulson’s gaze was sympathetic, and I could feel Fitz staring at me out of more concern than pity.

I nodded again. “Okay. Thank you, sir.” I shut the door in his face and closed my eyes.

Maybe I’m dreaming.

I heard thunder roar outside and rain started to hit the window.

“You alright darling?” Fitz put his hands on my waist this time and led me back to the bed, pulling me to sit next to him.

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“It’s going to be okay, Violet. I promise.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

I looked up at him and nodded once more, head cleared this time. “I know.”

                                                           ***

“You okay, Violet?” Jemma asked me, concern in her voice.

I nodded. “Yeah. Just nervous.”

“Don’t wanna see your brother after all this time?” Fitz pressed a quick kiss to my head before passing by me, taking one of the bags from the floor and packing it into the lab.

“Scared to see if he’s changed.” I answered truthfully, laying on the floor in front of the lab doors.

“Whoa whoa whoa! Watch it! That’s the night-night gun.” Fitz scrambled over to take it from Jemma.

“Well it’s on my stuff and it doesn’t work and there’s no way we’re calling it the night-night gun.” Jemma scoffed.

“The bullets work. Nonlethal, heavy stopping power, break up under the subcutaneous tissue-”

Jemma cut him off with some other scientific argument as I heard footsteps coming up the cargo ramp.

“Violet?”

I bolted upright and struggled to get to my feet, frantic.

“Hey Grant.” I looked up at him.

I hadn’t seen my brother since I was fourteen, which was about eleven years ago. Things had happened and we had been told he was dead, but it never felt real.

He looked at me and froze, as if he were a buffering computer. I started to think that maybe being on a mission with him would be an awful idea. He must’ve noticed my change in posture, because he carefully put his bag on the floor and came practically running to lift me off my feet in a bone crushing hug.

“Hi. I’ve missed you.”

“I’m so sorry, Vi.” He whispered.

“Wasn’t your fault. Never was.” I fixed my arms around his middle as he put me back on the ground, still hugging me.

“I’m sorry.” His heart thundered under my ear and I took a deep breath.

“It’s okay.” I took a step back and looked up at him.

He had changed a lot since I had last seen him, but that was when he was nineteen. He should be thirty now, if my math was right. I couldn’t help but stare, eyes flickering over every detail of his face. His jaw seemed to be more square, his nose flatter. His eyes looked the same. He pulled me in for another hug before sighing.

“Gotta go get set up.” He squeezed my arm.

I nodded and stepped out of his way. Fitz-Simmons were still arguing about the bullets from the night-night gun, and Grant dropped his bag roughly, getting their attention. I stayed off to the side, observing. I was a field agent, but I was also a psych agent, and I couldn’t help but wonder what else had changed about Grant. Was he still short-tempered? Did he still close himself off from other people? Were his mannerisms any different? Would I still be able to read him like a book?

“Fitz-Simmons?” He asked.

“Fitz.”

“Simmons. I’m engineering, she’s biochem.” They pointed at each other.

Jemma sent me a wink and a small smile. Fitz caught my eye with a disgruntled look. They obviously had different thoughts about my older brother.

“So you’re Violet’s brother?” Jemma smiled at him.

“Yeah, Grant Ward. Coulson said I’d need my comm receiver encoded.” Grant eyed them wearily. “I don’t know if you’ve worked with that model before.” He said as Fitz took it.

He only sighed as Fitz broke it to pull out IDIS chip, saying that it was brand-new. I avoided his glance. It would be better if he figured out Fitz and I were a thing at another time.

“He’ll repurpose the IDIS chip.” Jemma said.

“Don’t need the external receiver for the inner-ear comms anymore.” Fitz explained, pulling the chip out.

Grant looked at me and I only shrugged. I wasn’t a tech person.

“So uh, how does it-” He was cut off by Jemma taking a swab of his cheek, holding him in place by the chin.

“Embedded sensorineural silicone matched to your DNA. It’s very posh.” She rubbed the cotton swab around before finally stepping back.

I watched Grant move his cheeks, obviously uncomfortable with being poked and prodded at.

“So, are you excited to be coming on our journey into mystery?” Jemma kept smiling.

“It’s like Christmas.” I watched his nostrils flare.

He was uneasy. He didn’t like the dynamic presented in the room, he didn’t like being touched, he didn’t like the attention. Luckily, Coulson came up, the old red car’s tires screeching.

“One of Coulson’s old S.H.I.E.L.D. collectibles. Flamethrowers, world’s first GPS. He’s mad for this crap.” Fitz explained to Grant.

“Don’t touch Lola.” Coulson ordered a worker helping us load things.

“And he calls it a girl’s name.” Fitz’s nose crinkled up in amusement.

Grant only raised an eyebrow. He was unimpressed and probably a tad stressed. He caught me watching and squinted his eyes before letting a small smile slip, his nose twitching. I grinned and patted his arm as I passed by him, following Coulson up the steps. Grant picked his bag back up and followed suit.

“Lola’s not just a collectible, you know. People tend to confuse the words ‘new’ and ‘improved’. This mobile command, they were in heavy rotation back in the nineties, but then we got a helicarrier. Hey Ward, did you hear the one about the guy who’s afraid of flying?” Coulson tried to joke with my brother.

“I’ve done a night jump into a drop zone under heavy fire, sir. I can handle it.” Grant was oblivious.

“That was … a joke. The first part of a … I’m not gonna tell it now.” Coulson sighed.

“If you plan to unpack, make it quick. Wheels are up in five.” May rounded the corner, eyeing Grant with an expression I couldn’t read. She quickly turned to Coulson. “We may have a hit on one of the Rising Tide’s routing points.”

“Good. We need to do some catching up.” Coulson leafed through the packet she handed him.

May walked away without a second glance. Grant was wide-eyed, looking at where she had walked off and then turning to me.

“Is that … who I think it is?”

“She’s just the pilot.” Coulson shrugged it off.

“Melinda May is just the pilot. Come on, sir. What game are you really playing?” Grant eyed Coulson.

“Better stow your gear.” Coulson ignored his question and went into the small conference room in the middle.

“I’ve gotta go talk to Fitz. I’ll catch you later?” I inched away.

I was noticing small things. Tics, movements, glances, mannerisms, postures. All things that made me uneasy. Something was off about him, but he had been gone so long that I didn’t know what it was.

“You and Fitz are a thing? You could do better.” He apparently could still read me like a book.

I let out a sigh. “I don’t wanna do better. I like him.”

                                                          ***

I stayed in the lab helping Fitz unpack as we flew to California. There was a lead on a member of the Rising Tide. They were an organization that worked day and night against S.H.I.E.L.D. to expose the things we tried so hard to hide. They believed the world would be better off with the knowledge of aliens and other-worldly life forms out there. We did everything we could to stop them, but they only grew in size and were nearly impossible to track down. Coulson wanted to catch this particular member, and it would help him test Grant in the field.

“You are not convinced.” Fitz stood in front of me.

I shrugged from my perch on the table. He grabbed my hands and tilted his head until his eyes were level with mine. I smiled and looked up so he wouldn’t have to twist his neck to talk to me. He cupped my jaw and pulled me closer for a kiss.

“Talk to me.”

I sighed and pulled him closer, so his hands were on either side of me on the table and I could fiddle with the end of his tie. I sprung up and pecked his lips. His presence was beyond reassuring as bad thoughts about Grant filled my mind. 

“They’re small things. Really little things. Mannerisms, tics, wording… Something’s off. But at the same time, I barely know him anymore. I know that something is wrong, but I don’t know him well enough to know what it is.” I licked my lips before looking up at Fitz, met by concerned blue eyes.

He nodded. “I’m sorry, darling.” He opened his arms and I leaned forward, pulling him to stand between my legs so I could slouch against his chest without falling off the table. My forehead found its place against his warm neck as he swept my hair out of my face and then ran his hand up and down my back. I heard footsteps and pulled back, grabbing at Fitz’s hands to hold them in my lap.

“Hey. Oh, sorry…” Grant trailed off as he slinked back behind the door frame. “Coulson needs you guys upstairs is all.” He flashed Fitz a look before heading down the hallway.

Fitz stared, his head tilted to the side. “Now, correct me if I’m wrong, darling, but… he seems almost,” he eyed me and let out a sigh. “Predatory.”

I bit my lip. “You know, angel face, I really wish you were wrong sometimes.”

                                                          ***

May parked in the middle of the street, her body tense. Jemma was eager as she stepped out of the car, a wide smile on her face and her eyes wide. Fitz met me on my side of the car as he looked up at the building in question. The Rising Tide member had filmed a man jumping from a few stories high after it blew up. He had rescued a woman before running off. Coulson suspected the person who filmed the video must’ve caused the explosion. May looked over the breaks in the asphalt left from the man’s fall. She remained stone-faced and wordless.

Jemma talked the entire way up to the floor that had been the source of explosion. Fitz answered her a few times, but she soon didn’t require any interaction. He noticed my continual unease and stopped me, offering a hand. I sighed and took it gratefully. We weren’t publically touchy feely, we didn’t like PDA, but his presence helped, and so did his thumb running across my knuckles.

“This was a lab.” Jemma noted as we walked into the room. “Was this leased as a lab?”

“Mnh-mnh. Self empowerment center.” May shone her flashlight around with a chuckle. “With a top of the line motion-sensor security system.”

“Ah. So a secret lab.” Jemma seemed excited.

I tried to ignore the smells in the burned out room as I took my hand back from Fitz.

“And a superhero. Not a coincidence.”

I knelt next to the body burned on the ground. Their hands were up defensively. They couldn’t run in time to evade the blast. Jemma picked samples off with tweezers and packed them into test tubes. I turned on my heels and walked toward Fitz, who was shining his flashlight around with a grimace on his face.

“So was this explosion sabotage? Was it meant for him? Or were they just in over their heads?” May asked.

“Yeah, working the problem.” He saw the body and tensed further. “Ladies, if you’ll just…” He tried to dodge May and ended up hitting her shoe. He muttered an apology and scampered by.

I ignored May’s raised eyebrow and followed him, placing a hand on his back as he knelt to set up the drones. I could feel May still staring.

“If you’re gonna be in the field, Agent Fitz, you have to get your hands dirty.”

“No, I don’t.” He smiled, clicking things on the tablet in his hands as the drones rose off the floor with a faint whirring. “Heigh-ho, off to work you go.” He sang under his breath.

I bit back a smile as he straightened, sending each drone to do their thing as he stood in the center of the room. He paused and caught me staring. He smiled before going back to his tablet.

“See, we designed each with their own capabilities, so um, some recording the dimensions and textures of the room, and then some testing the matter density, radiation. I mean, one is basically just smelling.” Jemma explained this all to May, who didn’t seem interested.

I watched as Fitz perked up, spinning around. “Whoa whoa, I’ve got something.”

“Who’s got it?” Jemma asked.

“Uh, Bashful.” He pointed.

The drone in the corner of the room was still, persistently scanning a piece of what seemed to be scraps. May eyed me before crossing over and picking things off.

“Surveillance camera. Deep-fried.” May sighed.

“Yes, but that model has flash memory in case of brownouts.” Fitz moved, returning my smile before tripping. He caught himself with a cough. “Now, I could that with data from the motion detectors, and, with a little luck, get some images from before the blast.” He was smiling widely now, plucking the camera from May’s hand. “And by luck, I mean unappreciated genius.” He sighed.

“Yeah, and by the looks of it, we’ll need it. Snow’s reading some compounds that are- whoa, my god.” Jemma scurried to pick something up.

“Explosive?” May incurred.

“Not of this earth.” Jemma was in awe of the alien technology in her hand.

                                                          ***

“Heads up. Your brother is up in the interrogation room sleeping. We needed the asset to think she had the upper hand. Gave him a fake truth serum. He’ll be fine.” Coulson whispered to me as soon as we walked into the bus.

“Oh..kay.” I nodded as May followed him up the stairs.

Jemma began to unpack their samples, filing them neatly.

“You alright?” Fitz’s hand came to my side, pointer finger nudging my pinky.

I nodded with a sigh. “Just tired.” I eyed Jemma through the lab door.

It’s not that I didn’t trust her. Of course I trusted her. She was amazing, and I loved her. But there were things about the topic of Grant and my family that I didn’t share with anybody but Fitz. And even then, there were some things Fitz didn’t know either. I would tell him about my new concerns later.

Fitz caught on, pulling me into his side. I leaned my head against his shoulder and looked up, sighing sadly. He gave me his puppy eyes and I couldn’t help but feel my heart flutter. I tugged at his tie gently, bringing him down to meet me on my toes. He realized and grabbed me by the waist, throwing my balance off so I would fall into his grip as he leaned over me and pressed a kiss to my lips. I hooked one arm around his shoulders and tangled my other hand in his blond curls. He smiled before pulling me back onto my feet, pecking my cheek before taking my hand and leading us to the lab.

                                                          ***

After Fitz-Simmons had finished with their data analysis and whatever else, we trudged up the stairs in silence. Coulson pulled out an ID card and slammed it onto the holotable. It instantly began to scan it. I sighed and leaned over the table, chin in my hand. Fitz came beside me, his hand on my back. I nudged him off and moved over so he would have space to get comfortable. He shot me a smile and settled himself, arms crossed on the edge of the table. I hooked an arm around his shoulders with a sigh.

“Michael Peterson. Factory worker. Married, one kid. Gets injured, gets laid off. Wife jumps ship. Good guy, bad breaks.”

I watched as the girl from Rising Tide—Skye— paced around Coulson, her nails between her teeth. She pulled her finger out and started to flick it past her lips. She was obviously antsy. I wasn’t sure why Coulson would let her out like this, but he always had his reasons.

“Best guess? Somebody comes to him, tells him they can fix him. They can make him strong again, make him super.”

“Who has the tech to do that?” I asked.

“And why would anyone want to?” May followed up.

“Fitz, what do we have from the security footage before the blast?” Coulson asked.

I took my arm away and watched as Fitz wordlessly swiped away, pulling up the footage he had managed to recover up.

“What are we seeing?” May asked.

“Well, the man is angry, at the other man.” Fitz described the very obvious scene. 

I stifled a snort as May glared and Coulson sighed, looking defeated. Skye seemed entertained.

“The data is very corrupt.” Jemma jumped in.

Fitz turned back to the screen, gesturing as he spoke. “Yeah, like Cold War Russia corrupt. I can’t sync the timecode without-”

“What if you had the audio?” Skye cut him off.

Fitz and Jemma glanced at each other, each making a face.

“I was … running surveillance on the lab. I had my shotgun mic pointed at the window before the blast. The digital file’s in my van. There’s too much background noise for me, but you could probably-”

“You could clean that up, right?” I looked up at Fitz.

He nodded. “I would have to find a sync-point and use cross-field validation- no. I can’t scrub for expression patterns…”

“Well, is there a chrominance subcarrier?” Jemma jumped in.

“Yeah, attached to the back porch. Brilliant. Uh, that audio would be great. Thank you very, very much.” Fitz straightened himself out with a smile.

“Your van’s here. But you were right. We couldn’t decrypt the files.” Coulson spoke up.

“The encryption’s coupled to the GPS. Get my van back to that alley and then I’m in business.”

“Agent May will escort you. And on your way out, wake up Ward.” Coulson muttered.

                                                          ***

“Uhh, yep!” I watched Fitz jump from one place to the next after having consistently refused help.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m getting it.” He ran to type something in, sliding the pen between his teeth.

“So, when you get back, I’ll show you my thing. A thing. It’s not-i-it’s my hardware. My equipment!” He turned pink. “Let’s hang up.” He ripped the comm out of his ear in embarrassment.

I caught him by the wrist and yanked him back, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him in for a quick kiss. He returned it happily before switching back to work mode, again jumping around like a monkey.

“So the alien metal wasn’t the explosive?” Coulson asked Jemma.

“Well I assumed from the break pattern and dispersion that it was but, it’s just dripping with gamma radiation and-oh! Now it’s actually dripping!” Jemma exclaimed.

I looked over to see her pull the drill away, a dark yellow substance falling out. She rushed to pull a container under it. “Fun!”

“So what did that get us?” Grant’s footsteps thundered across the floor of the lab as he appeared, freshly showered.

He was angry.

“Morning, sleeping beauty.” I grinned at him.

He rolled his eyes.

“Skye’s sending us the rest of her decrypted files on Centipede, but we have her audio. I’ve loaded it up.” Fitz scrambled around my brother before coming back to the computer by my side, typing excitedly.

“Nice work.” I heard Coulson speak to Grant, who only rolled his neck before going stiff, staring straight at Coulson.

“Now, using motion estimation, bayesian inference, a beam splitter, and a little diffraction theory, our mystery man-” Fitz hit a few buttons, “Appears.” He grinned as the hologram displayed in the middle of the garage. He was happily perched on the stairs. I slid past Grant’s angry figure and to Fitz, curling my arm around his and leaning against him.

“It’s like magic.” I whispered.

“It is! But it-it’s science.” He grinned.

“Explosives in the case?” Grant asked as the hologram came to life.

“...to please calm down. Just let me check your vitals.” The man in the lab coat was nervous.

“I feel fine. I want to feel more. Where’s the doctor? Where is she!” The other man was antsy, angry, riled up like he was a crackhead.

“If you don’t settle down, I’ll have you sedated.” Lab coat stuttered.

“Where is she?” Crackhead lifted a stool, and something orange glinted on his arm as he swung it down.

“Fitz, stop it. Go back. There was something on his arm.” I patted his arm.

Grant walked up closer as Fitz rewound it. He was eye level with the thing on the man’s arm.

“What does that look like to you?” Coulson asked him.

Grant crossed his arms and sighed. “A centipede.”

“It’s an intravenous filter for his blood.” Jemma popped out of her chair and came to have a closer look. “This goo, sir-very similar to the serum Dr. Erskine developed in the early ‘40s for the-”

“Super soldiers.” I cut her off. “Someone’s out here trying to make the next generation of super soldiers?

“I’m reading alien metal, gamma radiation, the serum. Every known source of superpower thrown in a blender.” Jemma sighed.

“We need to see the origin of the blast. Run it back to from the last point recorded.” Coulson ordered Fitz, who fumbled with the controller.

We all watched as a ball of flames slowly turned back in on itself, getting smaller and smaller until Fitz pulled it even further back. Coulson walked closer as the flames came back to form the man who had the filter.

“Extremis.” Coulson stated.

I looked at Grant, who was already looking at me with the same face of confusion.

The fuck’s that?

What the shit?

I shrugged at him and looked up to Fitz, who had his eyebrows scrunched and his nose crinkled.

“It’s new. Completely unstable.” Coulson went on.

“Poor guy didn’t bring an explosive. He was one.” I sighed, looking back at Fitz, who wrapped an arm around my shoulders with a sad expression.

“And Mike has the same stuff in his system.” Jemma added.

“And judging by his strength level, a lot more.” Grant arched an eyebrow, arms still crossed.

“So any minute now, Mike is gonna..” Fitz gestured with his free hand.

“He’ll take out anyone within a two-block radius.” Jemma exclaimed.

“Well.” Coulson walked to the lab, stopping in front of Grant, whose face was solemn. “You wanted a bomb.”

                                                          ***

We scrambled to get ready, pulling out equipment and guns and then more guns. Grant set up a rifle and began to check it as Coulson looked over papers. Fitz-Simmons were downstairs trying to link the explosion to behavior. I stayed with Grant, cleaning off my knife before tucking it into the holster at my waist.

“Sir?” Jemma led the way up the stairs. “He didn’t explode because he was angry. The two are connected. It’s kind of a chemical surge, but calming him down will buy him a minute at most. He will detonate within the next few hours.” She frowned.

“Solution?” Coulson trained his hands on his hips.

“Isolate him? Get him away from people?” Jemma offered.

“Or?”

I caught Fitz’s somber glance.

“Or put a bullet through his brain.” I sighed from my spot on the table.

“If he’s dead, the irradiated metabolic process will stop.” Jemma explained.

We all turned to Grant, who was happily wiping away at his deadly machine. I looked at Coulson and shook my head.

“We need to come up with a third option. One that doesn’t involve Mike’s son losing a father.” Coulson was firm.

“We have a couple of hours at most, there’s no way we could possibly-”

I watched as Coulson whipped around and cut Jemma off with a growl. “Don’t ever tell me there’s no way! It’s on you. Get it done.” He yelled, looking Fitz-Simmons in the eyes before walking away.

“Fitz! What about the night-night gun? You can make it work, right? You’re close enough to figuring it out as it is.” I called.

He turned and looked at me, nodding with a growing grin on his face. He walked over and pressed a kiss to my lips with a smile. He mumbled a thank you before bolting back downstairs. Grant sent me a glance as he picked up his weapon, positioning it in the crook of his arm.

That’s gross.

I checked my handgun before sliding it into the holster at my hip and shot him a similar look.

Like you and your high-school girlfriends were any different.

Coulson stormed back in, picking up his phone the second it started to ring.

“May.” He paused. “You alright?” He put her on speaker.

“We’ll deal with that later. At length. Right now we need to figure out where they went.” She growled.

Grant picked the tablet off the table and started to swipe. I sighed and hopped off the table, making my way to the lab.

                                                          ***

“Come on, gimme more paralysis. Less rigor mortis!” Fitz shouted, frustrated. “Oh, come on! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!”

“Just pretend it’s a test.” I gingerly rubbed one of his shoulders as his hands twitched above the keyboard.

“She’s right! You’re just taking an exam. That’s all.” Jemma said cheerily.

“I don’t want an F. F equals a massacre.” He began to breathe heavily, panicked.

“Hey. It’s okay, angel face.” I rubbed his back and he pressed his head into my chest, groaning with more frustration.

Beeping from his computer brought Jemma out of her seat. “Oh no.” I muttered as Grant coming down the stairs with an angry look on his face.

This isn’t what I signed up for.

I ignored him.

“What is this nonsense? Why are you making nonsense?” Jemma panicked.

“This isn’t me! This is noise! Somebody’s hacking our secure channel!” Fitz yelped.

“It’s longitude and latitude!” I perked up.

“Mike took Skye. She’s telling us where.” Coulson explained, clicking the remote in his hand.

Grant took the keys and got in the car, slamming the door. Fitz pulled up a satellite and matched the coordinates. I popped in my earpiece and tapped it.

“Grant. She’s outside Union Station.” I spoke.

“Got it.” I heard in my ear. “Violet, your friends better pull through before this guy explodes.”

I sighed and watched as Coulson got in the car and Grant stopped talking.

“I know, bud. I know.”

                                                          ***

“Grant!” I caught his attention, bounding up the stairs.

“Did he get it?” My brother took the new rifle from my arms, checking it over before setting it up the way the old one was.

“It’s as good as it’s gonna get.” I whispered, watching as Coulson tried to talk Peterson down.

Coulson took a step closer, and Mike twitched.

“Grant. He’s almost there.”

“Coulson’s in the way.” He grunted.

Mike’s face relaxed and he slouched off to the side. I looked at Grant with wide eyes, and he took the shot. I watched as Fitz-Simmons ran to Mike, making sure he was still breathing after he had collapsed onto the floor. Jemma let out a smile and Fitz caught me eye, a happy glow on his face. I tilted my head, to which he gave me a thumbs up and winked. Coulson and Grant exchanged a look. Grant smiled.

He caught me looking at him and I felt my eyes begin to water.

It’s okay, Vi. I’m here now.

I had missed him more than I had realized. He put the gun down to his side and wrapped an arm around me, sighing sadly. I buried my head into his shoulder and held back a sob. Maybe now we could put our small family back together.

                                                          ***

I felt Fitz’s chest hit my back as he leaned over me to steal my food. I rolled my eyes with a smile and handed him my chopsticks. He pressed his lips to the side of my head. Grant had the computer open in front of him, rubbing his eyes as he ran through the latest S.H.I.E.L.D. notifications. Jemma handed me a beer as Fitz settled behind me and I leaned against him.

“Shit.” Grant swore.

“What is it?” Jemma asked.

Grant only pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Sir? We’ve got an 0-8-4.”

We looked at each other and I moved up to read over Grant’s shoulder.

“They want us to go in and confirm it.”

I patted Grant’s back. This mission really was going to be a mystery. He sighed and mumbled a reply to Coulson before hanging up the phone, shoving the laptop away and digging into his food. Fitz had repositioned himself behind me, now on the edge of his chair, leaning against the wall of the bus. He reached a hand out lazily, fingers barely brushing my waist. I gave him a small smile over my shoulder before scooting closer, letting him pull me to sit between his legs. I put my weight against him, taking up the front edge of his seat as I looked up at him, head against his shoulder.

“Did they say what it was? The 0-8-4?” Fitz asked Grant as I grabbed his hand, tracing my fingers over his.

“Nope.” He spoke through his last mouthful, choking it down. “I’m gonna go take a shower. I’ll catch you guys later.” He became evasive as he excused himself, tossing his carton before rushing out with his laptop.

I sighed, looking back up at Fitz.

“I’m sorry, Vi.” He kissed my forehead.

I sighed, pulling my legs up to my chest as he curled his arm around my shoulders. I placed my hand on his thigh, palm-up. He linked his fingers between mine.

“Maybe I’m just reading him wrong.” I shrugged.

“I don’t think so.” Jemma spoke up. “Not to interject, a-and I don’t know Grant all that well, but your worry seems reasonable. Something about his behavior is sort of strange.”

I nodded against Fitz’s shoulder. “Something’s off. He’s angry about having been supposedly pawned off to Skye, but there’s more. He didn’t hesitate before shooting Mike. I get he’s a field agent, but he should have hesitated. He didn’t know if the night-night gun worked. A-and the way he’s been acting about Leo? Totally off. He’s been out of my life for eleven years. The first thing he should do after realizing you’re my boyfriend is try to intimidate you. He’s just been a douchebag. He should be asking me about you, not skipping straight to being pissed off.”

Fitz-Simmons nodded, somber looks on both their faces. I only shook my head.

“He’s different. I just don’t know how.” I sighed again.

“I’m sorry, love.” Jemma gave me her most sympathetic gaze.

I returned a half smile and she excused herself to work on something in the lab. I stayed against Fitz, comfortable even though we were both balancing on the same seat.

“Come on, darlin’. I know what’ll make you feel better.” He gave my hand a squeeze, leading me through the hall once I slid off the seat.

“Leo, honey. Please tell me you’re not trying to get in my pants while I’m worried my brother’s had a psychotic break.” I whined as he pulled me into our bedroom, which was barely unpacked.

“God, no. I wouldn’t stoop that low. I thought taking a nap might help.” He moved our bags onto the floor.

I broke into a smile as he came back to me, hands pulling at my waist as we moved toward the bed. He stumbled as he kicked his shoes off before falling onto his back, yanking me to lay next to him. I pushed my shoes off and curled up to him, giggling. His legs were hanging half off the bed and the pillows were nowhere near our heads, but he seemed content with laying there.

I stayed for a minute before sitting up and pulling myself to stand, tugging my jeans off and tossing them into a corner. I pulled an old flannel out of his closet and changed my top. I caught him staring with a soft smile, arms crossed under his head. I knelt by him on the bed, grabbing his cheek and kissing him.

“Get changed, I wanna nap.” I whispered before pressing my lips against his again.

I pulled back when I had to breathe, laughing at his flushed cheeks. I crawled into the bed, tugging the covers up to my chin as I watched him change into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and neatly fold his clothes before piling them into a corner. He wormed his way into the bed with me, immediately pulling me into his chest.

“I’ll wake you up in an hour, darlin’. Yeah?” He whispered as I made myself comfortable against him, legs tangled and my arm thrown over his side.

“Okay. Goodnight.” I mumbled sleepily.

I felt him pull my face up and smiled, keeping my eyes closed for the kiss. He rubbed my cheek before letting me resettle into his grip, falling asleep.

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[anti-pasto]

for the 200 ask thingy, i actually dare you to do all of them. :D

delgaskarthalexhere we go, anon: 

200: My crush’s name is: I don’t have one right now, I don’t get them often (if I ever had a crush at all)

199: I was born in: 2003

198: I am really: A 2005 emo kid x a 2008 scene kid x a 2014 tumblr fangirl x Kyle himself

 197: My cellphone company is: Apple

194: My ring size is: Honestly? No idea. Propose to me with a sword.

 193: My height is: Somewhere between 5′7″ and 5′8″

192: I am allergic to: Nothing I’m aware of 

191: My 1st car was:  94 Station Wagon, by request

190: My 1st job was: being this funny is a full-time gig

 189: Last book you read: Bone Gap by Laura Ruby

188: My bed is: “made”

187: My pet: I have a cat, I love her very much and I will show her to you if you dm me a cursed image

186: My best friend: We don’t use “best friend” for personal reasons, but they’ve been with me since I was 5 so, my one and only Bro

185: My favorite shampoo is: anything with “silky smooth” or “strawberries” on the bottle. i’m not that picky anymore.

184: Xbox or ps3: xbox or ps4  xbox

183: Piggy banks are: really useful

 182: In my pockets: wallet, keys, phone, earbuds, black pen/pencil, earplugs, mini flashlight

 181: On my calendar:  i’m meeting a friend for smoothies tomorrow

 180: Marriage is: something we shouldn’t push so much onto people. it’s a declaration of love, not an end-all fix-all to your life. i can’t ever see myself getting married but who knows!

 179: Spongebob can: continue to be a relevant meme

178: My mom: i mean. we function. i can’t really complain about my family at large but i am defiantly looking forward to living literally as far away from them as i can. 

 177: The last three songs I bought were? psh, you think i pay for music? (folie a deux, lake effect kid, believers never die volume two) (those are albums but its okay)

176: Last YouTube video watched: I watched Markiplier play Uno

175: How many cousins do you have? 11? 12? I lost count

174: Do you have any siblings? I have a brother

 173: Are your parents divorced? Nope!

172: Are you taller than your mom? Yes, I have been for a while

171: Do you play an instrument? dude HECK yeah! i vibe on piano, guitar, ukulele, clarinet, and im a drum major

170: What did you do yesterday? I went on a drive by myself.

 [ I Believe In ] 

169: Love at first sight: Nope.

168: Luck: Yes, but luck is something that can be engineered

167: Fate: To an extent

 166: Yourself: I’d say overall, yeah. I still have doubts tho

165: Aliens: Mmmmmm yeah

 164: Heaven: Yes

163: Hell: Yes

162: God: Yeup

 161: Horoscopes: without an ounce of truth, they would have died a long time ago

160: Soul mates: the greeks had seven words for love. i think we have multiple soul mates to fit each of those categories. there are definitely people we’re just meant to vibe with

159: Ghosts: i want to say yes but i really dont know

158: Gay Marriage: yes. its 2020. grow up.

157: War: in theory? no. war is kinda messed up. in reality? not everyone is going to be down to nice diplomatic conflict resolution, and not everyone is just gonna leave people *countries* they don’t like alone, so...

156: Orbs: ??? energies are real

155: Magic: vibes are real

 [ This or That ]

 154: Hugs or Kisses: hugs

153: Drunk or High: i am a child of jesus

152: Phone or Online: online

 151: Red heads or Black haired:  irdc but black hair bc i am Emo

150: Blondes or Brunettes: blonde?? ig?? easier to dye

149: Hot or cold: hot weather + cold rooms

148: Summer or winter: summer

147: Autumn or Spring: autum (screw spring)

 146: Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla

145: Night or Day: night

 144: Oranges or Apples: oranges (better to share with homies)

 143: Curly or Straight hair: i dont care but curly

 142: McDonalds or Burger King: mcdonald give iced coffee

141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: dark chocolate

 140: Mac or PC: pc for vidgya gaemes

139: Flip flops or high heals: ...converse. please. i cant walk properly in either of those

 138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet and poor 

 137: Coke or Pepsi: pepsi

136: Hillary or Obama: this is kinda outdated but obama

135: Burried or cremated: cremated i aint watch spn for nothin

134: Singing or Dancing: singing. at least that gets better with practice

133: Coach or Chanel: chanel (thank u mr frank ocean and also the neighborhood)

 132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: whomst

 131: Small town or Big city: big city and if you say small town you’ve never lived in a small town

 130: Wal-Mart or Target: target

 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: who tf is this

 128: Manicure or Pedicure: idk dude probably pedicure i don’t like people touching my hands and i use them for too much to get my nails done

127: East Coast or West Coast: hnngggggggg west coast has more to do but east coast has better beaches and 

126: Your Birthday or Christmas: birthday 

125: Chocolate or Flowers: chocolate bc then i can give u some

124: Disney or Six Flags: ive only been to disney so disney (though i AM a HARDCORE rollercoaster stan so it wouldnt take much for me to say six flags)

123: Yankees or Red Sox: what 

 [ Here’s What I Think About ]

 122: War: unfortunately sometimes necessary but not as a first resort i went over this already 

 121: George Bush: is that the shoe guy?

 120: Gay Marriage:  be gay. do crime. kiss wife. or husband. or partner. basically, hell yeah

119: The presidential election: america need 2 b single and focus on herself

 118: Abortion: pro-choice and that choice should be made by the one carrying the baby

117: MySpace: tumblr’s dad

116: Reality TV: don’t talk to about abt this

 115: Parents: disgusting. go to therapy. 

114: Back stabbers: if you’re gonna stab me in the back, pull my lungs through my ribcage bc that’s what my ancestor’s ghosts are gonna do to you (thanks great (x a few times) grandma viking ily thanks for the hair:) )

113: Ebay: good for merch and selling books

 112: Facebook: zuck my dick, data-theif

111: Work: i like doing work? like- i enjoy completing tasks and seeing my hard work pay off? it’s not that bad?

110: My Neighbors: old. boring. want me to babysit for free.

109: Gas Prices: i cant really complain rn they’re kinda low and im a little broke so

108: Designer Clothes: i vibe to them, honestly

 107: College: not for everyone but definitely for me

106: Sports: marching band is a sport marching band is a sport marching band is a sport marching band is a sport marching band is a sport but only technically speaking though you can make fair comparisons to sports such as cheer, and gymnastics where the idea is to put on a show and receive a score in the form of competition. 

 105: My family: disgusting

104: The future: the future doesn’t exist

 [ Last time I ] 

103: Hugged someone: god, don’t ask me this

 102: Last time you ate: uhhh like 9 hours ago? it was dinner and i had pizza

 101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: three or four weeks ago by best bro came to visit and we vibed

100: Cried in front of someone: i finished twist and shout at school at the end of a very bad week. it was only a few tears but that’s as close as i get to crying

99: Went to a movie theater: whenever the last star wars movie came out

98: Took a vacation: last year i went to dc over summer break to see the Smithsonian, it was a lot of fun. i was supposed to go to altanta and florida this year but that didn’t happen for reasons

 97: Swam in a pool: last week

 96: Changed a diaper: never

 95: Got my nails done: never

 94: Went to a wedding: its been at least 6 years dude

93: Broke a bone: never, somehow

 92: Got a peircing: nope

91: Broke the law: technically, yesterday. 55 is too slow

90: Texted: just now

 [ MISC ] 

89: Who makes you laugh the most: the person in my snap named “junior”

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my cat

87: The last movie I saw: probably into the spiderverse

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: things going back to normal. or somewhat normal. i need school to have a schedule bc i absolutely cannot force myself to function without outside influence

 85: The thing im not looking forward to: ironically, school in the fall. the way we’re going back is going to wreck me more than lockdown already has

 84: People call me: i only ft one of my bros and they know who tf they are if you ask to ft you’re getting fuckin blocked mate i dont do that shit video calls are for WORK and SCHOOL thats IT. but ppl call me by my nickname irl, i go by screech on here. 

83: The most difficult thing to do is: listen to my parent’s political opinions? live in a small town? force myself to be productive without a physical influence and reminder? put up with that one dude?

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope

 81: My zodiac sign is: scoprio/leo/gemini

80: The first person i talked to today was: the potential bassist for our potential band? 

79: First time you had a crush: uhh im still not sure if it was a crush but i wanted them to myself and they wanted (and got) someone better. we were just friends so it doesn’t really matter

 78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: the person on snap named “the great oracle”

77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: yesterday, it was my brother

 76: Right now I am talking to: in order of snap names, “vibin ~[^.^]~”, “russian umbrella”, and “mom” (not really)

75: What are you going to do when you grow up: hopefully, a job that makes me happy

74: I have/will get a job: as soon as i know what’s going on with school. but like as an adult? wherever will hire me and pay my fairly. being a barista would be fun, but at a local place (not in my current town)

73: Tomorrow: ???? time for bad poetry: tomorrow i will see my friend/ admist this lasting chaos/ we will be each other’s solitude/ while sharing fruity drinks/ and when we both come home/ a smile we will bring

72: Today: idk what this means so more poetry: today i will be sleep deprived as always/ i will think of them and weep/ but no tears will fall from my eyes/ for i know there is a reason/ we went our own way

 71: Next Summer: i fr dont know whats goin on so: next summer i will be/ as happy as can be/ because i will be in pain no longer/ the earth is sure to heal/ and i will heal with her/ so i can enjoy/ the heatwave of next summer

70: Next Weekend: next weekend i will spend/ my days wasting away/ maybe ill finish hannibal/ again/ not that serial killers make the dopamine stay/ i will not see my friends/ or talk to my family/ i will seldom eat/ and live off coffee/ this has been my life/ all quarintine/ god someone please help me

 69: I have these pets: i have four cats, three chickens, and a dog

 68: The worst sound in the world: my dad and grandpa talking

 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: Them

 66: People that make you happy: snap name time: the great oracle, junior, vibin ~[^.^]~, russian umbrella, mom, hero, booby-king 48, go to bed, son, pooper trooper, mac&cheese, plain egg biscuit, apple pie

 65: Last time I cried: i dont cry bitch (last week over officals that cant make up they gottdamned mindes)

64: My friends are: my family and i would die for each and all of them

 63: My computer is: an old hp but it play gaemes real good so it okie

 62: My School: is trash but the band pops off

61: My Car: old, fast, clean

60: I lose all respect for people who: are my dad

 59: The movie I cried at was: i cried over big hero six

 58: Your hair color is: blonde

57: TV shows you watch: supernatural, good omens, hannibal, parks and rec

56: Favorite web site: this hellsite or youtube

 55: Your dream vacation: out of the country with beautiful beaches, amazing food, and my best friend

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: the time i split the back of my head open, the time i split my chin open, and the time my then best friend said they didn’t want to talk to me anymore. i’ll let you guess which one hurt the most and which one i think about every fucking day

53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium or medium well. 

52: My room is: clean and a reflection of myself, or so i’ve been told

51: My favorite celebrity is: i do not engage in celebrity worship. ill follow them and reblog gifs/interviews but i dont really have a favorite. the less i know abt them the better.

 50: Where would you like to be: my own apartment in nyc

49: Do you want children: FUCK THEM KIDS BRO

 48: Ever been in love: i dont know if it was love. i dont know if it was a crush. what i do know id that i was attached and they didn’t feel the same, and why would they?

 47: Who’s your best friend: we dont really use best friend bc but “the great oracle” “junior” and “vibin ~[^.^]~”

46: More guy friends or girl friends: its 50/50

45: One thing that makes you feel great is: goin fast, the beach, playin video games

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: them

43: Do you have a 5 year plan: go to college, earn degree

 42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: commit arson

 41: Have you pre-named your children: FUCK. THEM. KIDS. BRO.

40: Last person I got mad at: they do not understand that they do not know everything about something they’re not even involved in yet

39: I would like to move to: new zealand

38: I wish I was a professional: artist? musican? youtuber? who knows

 [ My Favorites ] 

37: Candy: nerds

36: Vehicle: 1970 mustang gt

 35: President: jfk only bc his assassination is the only good thing abt american history the rest of it is fucked up and shouldn’t have happened. also jfk’s song in assassians the musical goes hard

34: State visited: california

 33: Cellphone provider: verizon? apple? idfk

32: Athlete: what is sport

31: Actor: i don't watch shows or movies

30: Actress: i do not consume media

29: Singer: alex gaskarth or alexander deleon

 28: Band: fall out boy 

 27: Clothing store: hot topic (i will not apologize)

 26: Grocery store: okay harris teeter fucks but lidil’s has aloe vera juice and target at 9 pm energy so idk man 

25: TV show: supernatural...

24: Movie: big hero 6

 23: Website: tumblr or youtube

 22: Animal: snow leopard 

 21: Theme park: busch gardens bc roller coaster go fast

20: Holiday: christmas

19: Sport to watch: snowboarding bc its like skateboarding but on snow

18: Sport to play: anything with havy footwork (marching band is a sport)

17: Magazine: i do not condume media

16: Book: the ranger’s apprentice series as a whole makes up my all-time one favorite book

 15: Day of the week: friday bc its game day baybey

14: Beach: cocoa beach in florida but also i have so much left to experience 

13: Concert attended: i havent been to any notable gigs but i was supposed to go to hella mega

 12: Thing to cook: pancakes

11: Food: pizza or shushi

 10: Restaurant: chiplote

 9: Radio station: i like my local rock station and my local edm/top 40 station

8: Yankee candle scent: anything smoky or vanilla idc

7: Perfume: chanel no. 5 if i even wear it

6: Flower: Hydrangea

5: Color: orange

 4: Talk show host: cecil palmer

 3: Comedian: john maulaney

 2: Dog breed: yes

1: Did you answer all these truthfully? ;)

That was a trip. But it was fun, please do things like this more often. Also, I don’t consume media by choice. I’m not sheltered I just can’t be bothered, and I have enough going on. That being said I will now be sleeping. Thanks again, Anon, I hope you have fun reading this :D

[night-filled-mountain]

For the Hozier ask thing: No Plan, Be, Talk

- No Plan - Do you believe in a pre-determined purpose in life?

No, but I think it can be helpful–for some people!–to think and act like you have a pre-determined purpose, as long as you’re not too rigid about it. Sometimes the random twists and turns of life just get overwhelming, you know? And you need to weave them into some sort of pattern–“A, B, and C all happened in order to lead me to D,” or “Despite X obstacle, I know I’m meant to accomplish Y.” Humans are pattern-finding creatures–that’s why we like stories so much. I can’t imagine getting through life without periodically making it into a story, whether you actually believe in some divine Plan and Author or not. (This is reminding me once again of that Brian W. Foster lyric I’ve become obsessed with: “And if it wasn’t designed, then I’ll be damned if I ever know why.”)

Though honestly, for me? The opposite is true. I’ve faced, and continue to face, so many mental-health barriers to having the kind of life I’d like to have, and I’ve fought (and continue to fight!) such a harrowing, hard-scrabble fight to make that life happen anyway. It’s a massive struggle, it’s ongoing, it’s every day. It’s exhausting and humiliating and entirely without dignity. So the thing that I like to tell myself about the life I want? Is that I wasn’t meant to have it. Some particularly nasty gods have played a trick on me since birth, crafting a person for whom friends/romance/productive work/artistic fulfillment/Happiness are impossible–and day after day, I’m fighting them, trying to prove them wrong. Clawing and biting at them with everything I have in me. Forcing my way out of their boxes, grasping at what I want, and spitting in their eye for good measure.

I’m sure my preference for this narrative says something about me as a person, but I leave that up to you, anon!

- Be - Have you changed much as a person in the last year? 

…I literally don’t know where to start.

In August 2018, I wasn’t married yet. I lived in a small town in New Jersey with my parents and sister, and was desperately terrified of moving (permanently) anywhere else. I had completed two master’s degrees just a few months before, but I’d never had a full-time job, and I was 250% convinced (for the aforementioned mental-health reasons, and a chronic physical illness to boot!) that I could never, ever have one. Oh, and I’d just gotten back from a visit to my former roommate (which remains the last time I saw her, not counting Skype), and I was suffering constant agony over the intense, passionate, mutually pining, emotionally needy, co-dependent mess that was that relationship.

And now?

I’m married. I live in Boston, in an apartment where I’ve paid 100% of the rent for the past six months (though that will soon be changing!). I have a full-time job that has challenged and transformed me in ways that I could not possibly have imagined six months ago. Like…literally could not have fathomed. Outside the scope of my brainpower. Beyond my wildest dreams.

I’m the head of my department…because I’m the entire department. I do heavy-duty customer service. I interact with dozens of strangers every day–children, teens, and adults–and I usually do it without a whisper of social anxiety. I pick up my desk phone when it rings. I make phone calls when I have to. I send and receive dozens of e-mails a week. I manage a budget! I place orders! I schedule programs! I answer reference questions! I operate and troubleshoot various forms of technology constantly, and teach others how to use them. I reason with, joke with, assist, educate, entertain, chastise, and discipline 20+ rowdy teenagers ON A DAILY BASIS. There have been many days, and once an entire week, when I was literally in charge of my entire workplace and everyone in it. And it was all still functioning when my boss got back.

…And it’s actually really timely that I should write about all this now, because I’m smack-dab in the middle of an extremely daunting work task, one that’s causing my ADD to kick my ass to hell and back. And I’ve spent the past few days wondering just how fucking desperate this place must have been to hire someone who’s been wretchedly sobbing over her utter lack of focus and organizational skills for almost 30 years. So it’s…quite the morale-booster to look at these paragraphs about just how goddamn far I’ve come in a year.

…Also, Ex-Roommate and I have gone no-contact, and most days, I don’t think about her. And if I do, it doesn’t hurt so much.

- Talk - What’s your best friend like? 

I have three (3) best friends, and they are MY WORLD, so get ready for this.

(1.) My husband. We’ll call him Kit, which is, in fact, a name he often goes by. He is a Gemini, which I mention only because he’s a very classic Gemini: bursting with curiosity, interested in everything, with a dizzying array of hobbies and interests that seem to change and shift by the moment. He teaches science, and used to teach history. He loves camping, sea shanties, Lawrence of Arabia, board games, and tabletop RPGs. Being a teacher, he’s had the summer off, and he’s spent it being a house-husband: cleaning our apartment, buying all the groceries, doing my laundry an embarrassing number of times, and cooking me dinner every single night. He loves being useful to people and making people happy. He’s terrific at long-term planning, but has no sense of time, and he’d be late to everything without my intervention. We have separate bedrooms, and mine is obsessively neat, and his is…not. He was once bitten by a squirrel that he was hand-feeding on the Boston Common. A few days later, he received a serious electric shock from a string of Christmas lights, and the bandage he’d placed over the squirrel bite was burned black instead of his hand. This perfect balance of cursed and blessed is, in a way, all you really need to know about Kit.

We love to watch movies and TV shows together and discuss/analyze them obsessively. We love to have looong philosophical discussions and/or debates. We take walks, we get Italian food and/or ice cream far too often, we go on jolly road-trip adventures, and we read out loud to each other. He’s currently reading me Charles Dickens’ Our Mutual Friend, which I have read before (twice) and he has not, because I love it so intensely, and I know that he will too. He’s the best person on earth to discuss virtually anything with, to be honest. He’s my DM in the best D&D campaign I’ve ever been part of. I’ve just made a new D&D character, although I don’t have a campaign for her yet, and Kit cannot stop lavishing praise on her and getting excited about her…even though she’s a hobgoblin, and he spent a significant portion of a recent car ride passionately arguing with me about the viability of hobgoblins as player characters.

He is absolutely extraordinary at admitting when he’s wrong, owning it fully, changing his opinions, pursuing personal growth, and just becoming a better and better person all the time. And I’m so damn honored that I get to be here for it.

(2.) We’ll call my second best friend Unicorn, which is a multilayered inside joke.

I met Unicorn during my freshman year of college. We lived on the same floor. I was the odd woman out among my suitemates because I had crippling social anxiety; he was the odd man out among his because he was gay. Somehow we started watching movies and TV shows together, and it became our Thing; I think our current marathon record is six or seven movies in a row. We’re both from New Jersey, and he still lives there, and there are few places in the world I feel safer than on his giant couch, in front of his giant TV, with snacks and glasses of Limeade close at hand, and his neurotic little dog nosing about. He has a pool, a massive movie collection, and an encyclopedic knowledge of state politics, because he works as a full-time environmental canvasser. His hours are absolutely terrifying, as are the physical and social demands of his job, but he still finds time to run a D&D campaign for his coworkers, and to visit the rest of us in Boston at every possible opportunity.

Unicorn is barely a month older than I am (a fellow Leo, though I think it suits him a hell of a lot better than it suits me), and he understands me in specific ways that the other two members of our little quartet just can’t. We get each other’s humor, we have similar tastes in men, we both love to swim. When the four members of our found family are all together, he is invariably the only person who notices all my little puns and innuendos, and laughs every time.  He listens to me, and asks me questions, in a way that no one else in the world quite seems to do. He made a speech at my wedding that reduced me to a blubbering mess. And, most importantly of all: He started inviting me to our college’s LGBT group when we were juniors (right after Kit and I started dating), which was how I met my third best friend, and how we all became a family.

(3.) I’m going to refer to Best Friend #3 as “Dragon,” because…he loves dragons, and because he was Unicorn’s roommate when I first met him, and it keeps the mythological-creature theme going. …And once again, I don’t know where to start, so I’m going to go dig up an old post I made about Dragon, copy and paste it below, and then figure out how to elaborate on someone who both my husband and I have identified as the best human being we have ever met.

This is a friend who invites the whole gang of us to his apartment for entire long weekends, and cooks for us, repeatedly. Who hosts “fake Christmas” every year, complete with a tree decorated with blue and silver ornaments because he is Jewish, and made all of us hand-stitched, personalized stockings, and fills them with gifts and sweets purchased specially for each of us. Who once baked me a cake just because I was coming to visit him. Who organized and directed my entire move from New Jersey to Boston because his Tetris-like car-packing skills and his utter laidback unshakable calm in the face of any task are absolutely unparalleled. Who is a goddamn wizard at literally everything, from cooking and baking and sewing to Photoshop and graphic design to painting D&D miniatures to putting together elaborate cosplays to theater tech to writing and research to courageous and tireless activism to law (did I mention he’s a lawyer?).

…That was my old paragraph, so let me add a few things. I can’t emphasize enough how much he carries that aura of calm and kindness and competence about him at all times. Never in my life had I had a cooking/baking experience that didn’t stress me out until Dragon let me help him make an entire dinner and various desserts for our friend group, and it was just…so chill. So well-organized and perfectly timed, but without ever feeling like those things took any effort whatsoever. He was so kind and patient with me, demonstrating each task step by step, then being entirely confident in my ability to perform said tasks, and never trying to nitpick at the way I did them or take them over himself. Part of his job involves teaching, and I know he must be fantastic at it, because no one else has ever been such a soothing balm and a stimulant (both at once, somehow!) to my poor, tormented ADD brain. Someday (maybe soonish!), our whole found family is going to live together, and the thought of being around Dragon all the time just makes me weep with joy. And did I mention his sweet, child-like enthusiasm for holiday celebrations and ghost tours and spooky TV shows and musicals and fantasy novels and text RP and all other Best Things? (Ok, he also loves dogs and Marvel movies, and I love neither, but I forgive him for this.)

Oh, he also officiated my wedding. And he also had top surgery today, and I have maybe never been this happy about anything ever, what an auspicious day to finish this post!

#asks from the askbox #personal #long post #she's just about to close up the library! #dungeons & dragons #d&d #dnd #this got RIDICULOUSLY long holy moly #i have a lot of feelings about my job and my friends guys

[harrypotterandthefandomaccount]

Hufflepuff Reunion

request: Hey! So I'm writing a Harry Potter fanfiction called the Matron's Assistant. It's an OCxSeverus Snape. OC is named Eliza Mikaelson, (she's a hufflepuff, infp personality, loyal, warm, kind, but also likes to work alone, interested in people,) and she's also a Leo, meaning she likes to be the center of attention. She's based on my hogwarts mystery oc, meaning her brother Jacob was missing, but now he's back, distant, and she doesn't really talk to him. she's the same year as Tonks. Was wondering if you might like to a one shot with Severus and Eliza with prompt 31? Thanks!

Summary: (based on the game Hogwarts Mystery which is a great game so go download it) Eliza(OC requested by @enchantingsims97​ ) is a Hufflepuff who had attends Hogwarts, dealing with bullying by Merula Snyde. While at Hogwarts, rumors start arising about the Mikaelson family and Eliza’s lost brother, Jacob. When she gets word from her parents that Jacob had indeed returned and is finishing off his years at Hogwarts, Eliza isn’t entirely sure how to approach or even associate with Jacob. Professor Snape, not very fond of the older Mikaelson sibling, pays attention to Eliza and tries to help any way he can, causing sparks between the two. Jacob gets controntational and demands why Eliza won’t talk to him, and things explode. based on #31 on my writing prompts list!!

note: i think next to Eliza’s name I’ll put (Y/N) just in case others would like it in an x reader POV but idk yet. read to find out what i did lol. all in all, this was a lot of fun to write and im actually proud of it?????

warnings: none except one single curse word

6-23-18

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Another day had started for Eliza Mikaelson at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And another day of bullying by Merula Snyde and her pets. A couple days ago, her and Merula had gotten into a duel in the courtyard and she protected her friends Rowan and Ben. However, Professors Snape and Flitwick had caught them. Flitwick was not happy that Eliza had used his private lesson for bad.

Merula had been more persistent with her bullying about Eliza’s brother, Jacob. He had gone missing after searching for the Cursed Vaults, apparently gone crazy after searching too long. That, or he couldn’t handle what was inside. Almost every day, people stopped to look at Eliza and asked if she knew anything about Jacob or helped him with what he was doing.

Today was one of those days.

Walking into the dining hall, Eliza headed over to the Hufflepuff table and heard voices coming from all directions. One stuck out; Merula Snyde’s. She chuckled as she watched her victim walk past her, “you stayed up late last night, Mikaelson. Contacting your brother in helping him form some kind of crazy cult?”

Eliza tightened her lips and turned around, “no, actually. Studying for our potions test today so I don’t take an L like the one your parents took by putting one in your name.”

Barnaby Lee started cracking up, falling off the bench while Merula scoffed and crossed her arms, “whatever, Mikaelson. At least I’m not part of the crazy crew.”

Eliza nodded, “right, just part of the disappointment one.”

Happy with how the new wit had come up, Eliza took her seat and gave high fives to those who patted her back. There was at least some kind of good that came from fighting back to Merula. Unbeknownst to her, Professor Snape had seen and heard the whole thing. As a Slytherin, he understood why Merula was rude, but not to this extent. He and other teachers agreed; she was a bitch.

Owls had then started to come in, flying to students who had gotten mail from relatives or anyone they knew. With an owl flying by, one had dropped a letter off to Eliza, interrupting her breakfast. Putting down her chocolate chip and banana bagel, she grabbed the letter and tore it open. However, she wasn’t entirely ready for what was inside.

Dear our precious Eliza,

   we have some exciting news; Jacob has returned home! He has been home for a couple weeks now, needing some space before he told us everything. Writing all of what happened would take ages, so with some convincing, we talked to Headmaster Dumbledore and decided that Jacob should go back to Hogwarts. Your dad and I know it’s a lot so when you told us that Professor Snape was your favorite professor, we also got his opinion. He reassured us that you’d be fine and he would fill us in if you seemed uncomfortable. We know it’ll be awkward, but when Christmas break comes along, we’re keen on fixing our family. Try your best to see him as your brother, Eliza. We love you.

                                              Mom and Dad

Eliza’s breath quickened as she dropped the letter, “holy fu-” Her friend Penny hit her shoulder, “hey! What was in the letter? What, is Jacob back?” Eliza knew Penny never meant those jokes seriously and sometimes they made her laugh, until now. Eliza turned to her friend, her face losing its color. Penny’s eyes widened, “wait, what?”

She grabbed the letter and read it over, glancing up at Eliza whose hands covered her mouth and eyebrows furrowed. Penny put the letter down, “Eliza, it’s okay. He’s your brother! How bad could it be?”

The younger Mikaelson turned to her friend, “Penny?! He’s been gone for years and now I’m in my 6th year, close to graduating. H-he, Jacob, can’t just show up out of fricken-”

Dumbledore had interrupted what Eliza was saying by starting a speech, “today, I had received some news that may make people happy or confused. From the Mikaelson family, we have learned that Jacob had returned and is starting his 7th. . .”

Eliza turned to Penny, “oh my he-who-must-not-be-named.” 

Penny’s eyes widened as she listened to Dumbledore and whispered to Eliza, “Jacob is here. Like, physically.”

The younger Mikaelson turned around, meeting eyes with her brother who stood at the end of the dining hall, looking straight at his sister. “No, nope, this is not happening,” Eliza said, tears forming in her eyes as she looked around. All eyes were on her as if they were waiting on her next move.

Professor Snape saw Eliza get up as she was unsure of what she was supposed to do. Her ears rang and she wasn’t sure if it was because of all the blood rushing through her body with such speed or the all-too-quiet room. Snape swooped past her with his hand on her arm, dragging her down the hall where Jacob was.

The professor stopped and looked the boy over. He looked like Eliza except taller and scrawnier, yet with the same hair and eyes. He looked to his sister who hung her head with tears still threatening to spill. Soft chat went throughout the dining hall, waiting to see what would happen.

Snape shoved the boy out of the way and went through the doors, Eliza following right behind him. The two went through the hallways of the castle until they reached the Potions room, heading inside and locking the door. The Hufflepuff students took quick breaths, hands going between shaking and moving her hair all over the place.

The DADA and potions professor looked at his student, “Eliza?” He put his hands on her shoulders and that’s when she looked up at him. “Deep breaths with me, Miss Mikaelson,” Snape said while doing so, trying to help the girl out.

Eliza nodded and followed what Snape was doing until she calmed down, looking into Snape’s eyes. He slowly raised a hand to her cheek, rubbing his thumb over the skin softly. Professor Snape and Eliza’s lips met and she was pretty sure her world had stopped.

Eliza melted with every touch she felt by Snape, and she entwined her fingers in his hair as they kissed. At the moment when everything seemed perfect, the door had busted open and the two broke apart, Eliza crossing her arms and Snape looking down at the 6th year Hufflepuff.

Turning around, Eliza was met with Jacob. “What?” she asked, eyes red from crying. Her brother walked towards her slowly, “Eliza, please. When I tell you everything, I promise I can be your big brother again. I’ll be in your life again, I promise.”

Eliza scoffed as Snape put a hand on her lower back, silently telling her that he was there. “Jacob, please,” Eliza started, “if you were my brother, you wouldn’t have left in the first place.”

The older Mikaelson gave his sister sad eyes, “Eliza. . .”

Eliza turned around and looked to Snape for a second opinion. He looked her in the eyes, saying to do what she felt was right. Eliza turned back to her brother and glared at him, “you. . .you explain yourself, ok? There better be a damn good reason why you left us.” Jacob sighed happily and opened up his arms for Eliza to rush into.

Hogwarts had been filled with talk about the oldest Mikaelson being back, but Jacob had stuck with one story; he thought he was getting too powerful with magic and needed some time off. The story stuck with everyone except Eliza, who knew that he had been getting nightmares from Voldemort and started to talk Parseltongue. Wanting to get more powerful until he realized his wrongdoings(by trying to find the Cursed Vaults), he left.

The siblings had gotten along alright with the old-but-new arrival, yet he still seemed nervous about being around Eliza. He had been avoiding her for the last couple days and she knew one day, it would come to this.

Seeing her brother walking down the empty halls of the school(there was a Quidditch match today, Hufflepuff vs Ravenclaw), she knew it was time to confront her brother.

Jacob looked up at the owner of the footsteps other than his. Seeing it was Eliza, he put his head back down and tried to walk past his sister. Tonks had then come out from the entrance to the field where everyone was, seeing Eliza. “Eliza, hey! You coming to the game?”

The Hufflepuff looked to her friend, “I’ll be out there in a couple minutes, just gotta get my scarf. Save me a seat, yeah?” Tonks nodded and smiled, closing the door behind her and headed back to the game.

Jacob hadn’t gotten far and Eliza grabbed her brother’s arm, pushing him against the wall, “Jacob William Mikaelson. When I said you can come into my life again, I meant it, but not for you to be a total asshole after a couple weeks. What the heck is your problem?”

Jacob scruffed off his sister’s grip on his jacket, “listen, it’s weird me being back here. Especially with you.”

Eliza let out a sarcastic laugh, “yeah, no way. How do you think I feel? Why do you keep avoiding me?”

Jacob bit the inside of his cheek even when he towered over his sister. He placed a hand on her shoulder, “with all the things I told you about, I met people and learned things and I just,” he took a breath, “. . .because when people get close to me, they get hurt! You. . .you’re not someone I can risk losing.”

Eliza squinted, “Jacob, you’re not gonna lose me. I can take care of myself.”

Her brother sighed, “if you-know-who comes back. . .I just can’t risk losing you. So I wanted to lose you before I lost you for real.”

His sister crossed her arms, “shut up. We’re siblings, so we stick together. Now let’s go watch this Quidditch game. My money’s on Hufflepuff; they got Cedric this year, he’s the best third year seeker I’ve ever seen!”

note: also yes i made cedric a third year bc this is when talk of voldemort started so like ykno

#severus #snape #severus snape x reader #severus snape #severus x reader #teacher x student #siblings #hufflepuff #harry potter #harry potter x reader #reader insert #sibling drama #family drama #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mobile game #angst #happy ending #fluff #OC #snape x oc #requests #requests are open #x reader insert

[alo-bien]

Family

Hey @awkward-agilator , I’m your Secret Santa for @demigodsecretsanta ! Thank you for the wait. I hope you have a wonderful year! And now, your gift.

If somebody told past Leo that he would actually have a family, he would’ve laughed. Fortunately, he’d been wrong. After he left to rescue Calypso, he didn't think anybody would miss him: nobody did in all those years after his mother's death. Leo wouldn't have imagined in a million years that he'd be received by Piper and Jason with a bone-crushing hug. He expected it of Jason, but Piper gave him a welcome surprise. He remembered what she told him then, “You’re family, Leo. Of course, we missed you.”

After his return, he and Calypso moved to California, where they finished high school. They worked hard and saved enough money to buy a warehouse. There they made a few additions and it became Leo’s and Calypso’s Workshop. While business took off, they lived in a small apartment. Sometimes they stayed over at Piper’s and Jason’s house.

Leo and Calypso worked repairing all things that needed to be repaired including demigod weapons. With time, they became one of the most successful workshops in the area. Their dream was to build a flat above the shop big enough for them to invite friends over.

Now, after a few months of remodeling, their dream had come to life. It was finished just in time for the holidays. To celebrate it, Leo invited Jason and Piper to spend New Year’s Eve in the new apartment. As a bonus, they could watch the fireworks from a small terrace one floor above.

Remembering all this almost made Leo forget that he was making a salsa for them to eat the chips with. And that it smelt like something was burning. He cursed.   

“Are you done with that salsa, Repair boy?”

“Almost done, Beauty Queen!” Turning the stove off, Leo poured the salsa he was doing in a small bowl and took it to the living room. Along the way, he also grabbed a bag of chips. He put them down on the coffee table in front of the TV and sat next to Calypso on the couch. They were watching a Christmas movie while waiting for the New Year.

Piper crouched towards the table, grabbing a chip and dipping it in the salsa before taking it to her mouth. “I have to say, perfect as always.”

“Thank you, thank you. Chef Leo at your services.” He did a little bow and pretended to take off his imaginary hat. They laughed at that.

For the next two hours, they ate chips and watched the movie. When it was almost midnight, Leo and Calypso went to the kitchen to prep the glasses with the champagne.

They joined Piper and Jason in the small terrace above his apartment to see the fireworks. Calypso gave them their glasses.

“Admiring the view?”

“Yeah, it was a good idea to build it,” Piper said.

“We didn’t plan on it at first, but I realized we needed a place for Jason to land or take off in case of an emergency. Y’know, so he could be the Blonde Superman he is.” Leo laughed. Jason shook his head. “No, but in all seriousness, we also have it to protect against monsters. As you can see, we have a cannon that launches celestial bronze.”

“Nice touch.”

Their conversation was interrupted by the fireworks indicating that a new year had begun.

Raising their glasses, they made a toast. “For a year with fewer monsters!” said Jason, flinching at the memory of the three dracanae that attacked them on their way.

“For a year of successful business,” said Calypso.

“For a year of awesome inventions,” said Leo, a crazy glint in his eyes.

“For a year with us still being a family,” said Piper, knowing how much it meant for Leo. She smiled at him. “Now, let’s drink!”

Everyone finished their glass of champagne and put it to the side. They stood shoulder to shoulder watching the fireworks. After the show ended, they went back to the living room.

“Okay, who wants to get crushed in Monopoly?” Leo took out the Monopoly from a shelf and set it up on the coffee table.

“Oh, Repair Boy, you don’t know who you’re messing with.” Piper sat on the floor next to the coffee table. “I’m in.”

Jason and Calypso looked at each other. They shrugged and sat down around the table.

Leo grinned. “I’m the banker.” He organized the board with the cards and fake money. Each of them chose a token and the game was on.

Three hours later, the game had turned into a free for all auction with fake money laying everywhere on the floor along with an asleep Jason. His glasses were on top of the shelf, a part of the board was burnt and Piper and Leo were still going on with their auction. Calypso had gone to bed an hour earlier.

Suddenly, Leo screamed. “Ha! Take that, Beauty Queen. The railroad’s mine.”

The scream woke up Jason, who accidentally shocked him. “I’m sorry. You startled me.” He yawned. “You’re still playing?” He rubbed his eyes. “Do you know where my glasses are?”

Leo pointed to the shelf. Jason got up and picked them up.

“Leo, I think we’re done. It’s a tie.”

“Sure, whatever you say, Pipes. We both know I won.”

Leo started making a pile of the money on the floor to put it on the table. Piper rolled her eyes.

When he finished the pile, he got up and stretched. Piper did the same. “It was a nice night, don’t you agree?” Piper said, glancing at the boys. “But now, I just want to sleep.”

They nodded.

“Thanks, guys. For coming,” Leo said as they walked towards their rooms.

“You know we’ll always be there for you, Leo.”

“Yeah, we’re family after all.”

#demigodsecretsanta #family #leo valdez #piper #pjo #hoo #fic #dani writes :'v

[takaraphoenix]

Phoe’s Advent Calendar: Day 2

@3littlemieces - I wish you and everyone reading this a happy pre-holidays-phase ;)

Title: Advent Calendar Project – Charming Christmas Carols

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus

Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, they belong to the old Greeks. This fanfiction and its OCs on the other hand are entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.

Warnings: shounen-ai, fluff, cuddles, singing, love spell (kinda)

Main Pairing: Nico/Percy

Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Piper McLean

Summary: Percy discovers a new power he has during Christmas-time. He can charm-sing – like a siren. That's a problem, until it isn't.

Links: FFNet | AO3

Charming Christmas Carols

Nico was startled out of his trance by a sudden yelp.

Camp Half-Blood was having a Christmas party and during that, they were also singing Christmas carols together. Or rather, individually. A bit like karaoke night. Most of it had been rather painful for Nico's ears. Will had kicked it off and Nico was fond of Will's voice – Cecil screeched his way through it and Annabeth had made Nico's ears bleed – but then Percy started singing.

And Percy sounded like an angel.

He also looked like an angel, but that was nothing new. To Nico, Percy had always been perfection. Now, he could hear that Percy even had the voice of an angel. And he looked so serene while singing. Or at least, he had been looking so serene, until he suddenly screeched, right in the middle of a beautiful, soft Christmas song. Nico's eyes snapped open and he noticed he was the only one left on the seats. Everyone else had stormed the stage.

Everyone else had stormed the stage and was now trying to kiss Percy.

Nico blinked in slow-motion as he watched in silent mortification how Clarisse and Reyna were actually in a fist-fight over Percy, while Will was trying to pull Percy into a kiss, at least until Jason started pulling Will away by his hair. Everyone was spurting declarations of love and lust.

Something had gone horribly wrong and Nico had no idea what, but he knew he hated it.

Hastily, he got up from his seat and rushed forward, receiving an elbow to the side from Leo and a screeched curse from Drew. Everyone was suddenly addicted to Percy. Wide-eyed, Nico looked at the terrified son of Poseidon. Percy looked downright frightened as he was being cornered by some camper Nico didn't even know by name, who was trying to kiss him.

"N—No", pleaded Percy, clearly overwhelmed by everything.

After all, there were literally dozens of demigods suddenly storming in on him, trying to touch and kiss him. Anger rose in Nico and the Earth beneath him started shaking and splitting. The other demigods lost their balance and Nico finally had a clear path to reach the startled Sea Prince. He gritted his teeth as Katie summoned vines to hold Nico back. With his powers, he easily let them die so he could reach Percy. Percy looked at him with tears in his eyes, frightened.

"It's okay, Perce. Let's get you out of here", whispered Nico gently. "Come."

Percy basically threw himself at Nico, clinging onto the son of Hades and just as the nearest demigods reached out for Percy again, Nico opened the shadows and brought Percy to safety. Safety, in this case, being the first safe place Nico could think of – the underworld.

"H—Holy Hades, what just happened?", grunted Nico, still cradling Percy very close. "You okay?"

Percy in his arms was shaking a little, trying to catch his breath. "I... I... Yeah. It was just... too much. I felt claustrophobic. Overwhelmed. Everyone going after me like that. It was... scary."

"It's alright, Percy, you're safe", assured Nico gently, smoothing Percy's hair down. "I would never let anyone hurt you. I don't know what just happened, but... you're safe now."

Percy grunted and kept clinging onto Nico, relieved that he was now safe. Safest place he could imagine – in Nico's arms. All the craziness just gone right now. All there was was Nico.

/break\

It took Percy two days before he felt ready to return to Camp Half-Blood, but only after Nico went and checked it out to see if everyone was back to normal. Still, as they entered camp again, Percy kind of hid behind Nico. No one dared to even look at Percy. Everyone had their eyes averted in embarrassment. Some came up to him and apologized, blushed and ran off.

"Perce", started Piper as she approached and rested a gentle hand on Percy's arm. "Are you okay?"

"Y—Yeah. I mean. I have no idea what happened? I was just singing Christmas carols and suddenly everyone went batshit crazy. Was this your mom messing with people?", asked Percy.

"Oh, that one was on you", chuckled Piper before pausing. "Not that I am putting blame on you. You didn't know you could do that. No, but... Chiron and Annabeth put their heads together and figured it out. It seems you have some siren-powers. It's like charmspeak, but... only singing. Turns out Aphrodite only has the power of charmspeak because she was born to the sea. Just like the sirens. So, your singing, it... charmed everyone. Made everyone go mad with love for you."

"That's not true", argued Percy with a frown, pointing at Nico. "Nico was unaffected!"

"...You're adorable", chuckled Piper fondly and shook her head before walking away.

Percy frowned confused as he turned toward Nico. "I know how love-potions work. So this can't be. The only way a love-spell fails is... But it's been... You said I'm not your type..."

"Well. I lie. What else is new?", grunted Nico and averted his eyes with a glare.

"So... you... still like me?", asked Percy unsure, trying to look him in the eyes.

"No. I still love you", sighed Nico as he finally looked up to lock eyes with Percy. "That's why your beautiful singing was just that. Beautiful singing. You couldn't make me fall hopelessly in love with you because I already am hopelessly in love with you."

"Why lie?", asked Percy confused, frowning. "You just blurted out that you liked me but that you're over it. That I'm not your type. And you left me confused, contemplating my sexuality for months!"

"I did what now?", asked Nico stunned, staring at Percy in confusion.

"I've never really thought about... sexuality", grunted Percy slightly frustrated. "I was just always shoved into it head first. And the girl's normally the first one telling me she likes me! Annabeth, Rachel, Calypso. I just... I don't really think about romantic... options, until they literally present themselves to me. And... And I've been thinking about you a lot, since you... told me. Argh."

Frustrated by it all, Percy grabbed Nico's face and slowly brought it closer. He kept eye-contact with Nico, making sure the son of Hades knew what was going on. Nico didn't back out. He just leaned in too until they finally kissed. It was sweet – Nico tasted like pomegranates and Percy was going to tease him about that until kingdom come – and soft. Percy really liked kissing Nico. He might like it a little too much, because he was pretty sure he could hear a choir of angels in his head. No. Wait. Not in his head. When Nico and Percy parted, they realized some campers had gathered around them and were actually singing gentle Christmas love songs. Percy blushed.

"Let's get out of here?", asked Nico softly. "Maybe... a first date?"

"Yes. Get us out of here", nodded Percy flustered, fingers linked with Nico.

~*~ The End ~*~

#nicercy #percico #pernico #percy jackson #nico di angelo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjato #christmas #christmas fluff #fanfiction #phoe's advent calendar project 2017 #pjoverse #heroes of olympus #OTP: to Tartarus and back

[solange-lol]

could you possibly write some sort of high school au solangelo??

school! aus! are! my! guilty! pleasure!

my apologies, this is kind of long, I got excited. 

read on ao3

Will Solace hated Nico di Angelo with a burning passion.

Okay, that was a bit dramatic. But he didn’t like Nico. All through middle school you expect the whole “guys stick together,” thing, and for the most part Will did have a lot of friends by his side. He was pretty popular, laid back. Not on any sports teams, but everyone still liked him. 

Well, everyone but Nico, who teased him consonantly and pulled every prank imaginable on him. There was no reason behind it, maybe just for the sole reason that everyone liked Will whilst Nico had his sister Hazel, and that was all. 

Of course, Will never thought of this teasing to be anything besides a constant threat against him

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When they got into high school, Nico finally seemed to hold an unspoken truce to Will. Maybe because Will had sort of lost all his friends from middle school and only hung out with the kids who ate lunch in the band room.  

By their second year, Will couldn’t recall the last time Nico di Angelo had even spoken to him. Either he gave up, or he was too busy paying attention to the infamous Percy Jackson, a junior who played Fullback on their schools football team along with Jason Grace who played Quarterback and who had grown closer to Nico over the years, meaning that the three of them spent a lot of time together, as well as their girlfriends Annabeth Chase and Piper McClean, not to mention Hazel who still sat as his lunch table along with her boyfriend, Frank Zhang (who was also on the football team and played wide receiver.) All in all, Nico had found himself a small friend group. 

When Will first heard the rumors about Nico liking Percy, he wasn’t sure what to think. At first, he didn’t know if he should believe it. They started out high school with “gay” still being an insult, but as the months passed, Will started to see more and more LGBT couples, including Jason’s older sister Thalia, who was in Percy’s grade, and Reyna Ramírez-Arellano, also a junior. (not to mention Will deciding he was bi.) After a while, it all made sense to be true. Nico basically looked up to Percy, always tried to engage in conversation with him, and laughed at all his jokes, which 90% of the time weren’t even funny. 

A few weeks later, word got around that “Nico finally got the guts to tell Percy how he felt, Percy politely rejected him, now Nico refuses to talk to him” which was the first time Will ever felt bad for him. 

₪₪₪

After all the “Percy rejecting Nico” drama, everyone had the unspoken agreement that Nico was gay, and by the middle of their sophomore year, everyone mostly forgot about it, including Will. 

So when Nico and Will were paired up for a History project, Will thought nothing of it besides anxiety that this is where Nico will remember he existed and start teasing him again.

To his surprise, however, Nico seemed to act like nothing ever happened in their past years, and worked with Will quite well. They talked a lot during the week they had, and afterwords they continued to talk to the point where they were maybe kind of friends?

They didn’t eat lunch together, Will still sitting in the band room while Nico sat awkwardly in the cafeteria with his friends (and as far away to Percy as he could get) but they exchanged “hellos” in the hall, and talked a bit together before the classes they took together would start. Will was surprised by how much they actually had in common when it came to interests.

And by winter break, Will had developed a kind-of-sort-of-crush on Nico di Angelo. 

“Just ask him out!” his cousin Kayla told him while they sat on the couch watching their younger cousins unwrapping presents on Christmas morning after Nico had sent Will a half-faced snapchat saying “merry xmas solace” making Will’s heart melt. When it came to relationships, Kayla was always there for Will. 

“Thats what Lou Ellen said, but I can’t just go up to him and ask him out!” 

“Why not?” was her response. “You can handle rejection!”

“Not from him!” he hissed.

“William Solace, theres nothing to be afraid of, because he obviously likes you!” Kayla said indignantly.  

Will huffed, “We’ll see.” 

₪₪₪

To Will’s surprise, a note fell out of his locker a couple mornings later when he opened it to get his textbook for Math.

skip lunch. meet me in gender neutral bathroom on the second floor across from the library. -nico 

Will smiled. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it was a harmless note.

Like the note said, Will showed up outside the bathroom on the second floor, where Nico was standing against the wall, with his usual black shirt, tattered black jeans, and black converse. 

Upon arrival, Nico barley looked up before grabbing Will’s hand and dragging him into the bathroom and locking the door behind him. 

“What a-” Will started before Nico turned around, trapping him against the bathroom tiles, fierce determination in his eyes, and suddenly bad feeling were flooding into Will’s stomach, making his heart beat fast and his eyes widen.

It’s a trap, it’s all been a trap, this is where he beats me up, forget friendship, forget crushes, it was all a trap

But Will didn’t have any time to put his thoughts into actions before Nico stood up on his tiptoes, leaned in, and-

kissed him

Nico was kissing him.

He didn’t think, he didn’t notice any feeling except for the soaring feeling of his heart as Nico di Angelo kissed him.

As soon as he could process what was happening, he responded  to the kiss, hands lifting from his sides to wrap around Nico’s waist, pulling him closer. Nico’s hands dropped from the walls onto Will’s shoulders, then sliding his hands up so his palms cupped Will’s face, his fingers closing around the back of his neck. 

It felt like days when they finally released each other, smiling with flustered cheeks and messy hair. 

Needless to say, Nico showed up to his Biology class in the same state, mumbling an excuse as he slid in the seat next to Piper, who gave him a knowing wink.

₪₪₪

(junior year)

Nico was at a party.

He hated high school parties. He wasn’t big on socialization, despite being friends with 3 of the best football players in the school. His friend group had grown since last year. Sometimes he sat in the cafeteria with Jason and Piper and Hazel and all the others, but most of the time he sat in the band room with the theater kids, and now had a solid group there too. Lou Ellen and Cecil, Leo and Calypso, and of course Will.

Will. That was the only reason he showed up to the freaking thing. He would’ve preferred to spend a nice quiet night together watching a movie or something at Will’s house. But Jason asked Nico to come while Will was standing next to him and Will decided they were going. And Nico didn’t argue because frankly, he wasn’t paying attention to the conversation.

But now he as at this party with a bunch of drunk juniors and seniors in Jason’s house and he didn’t know where Will had gone or where anyone was frankly, and so he stood in the back with a Diet Coke, hoping no one would try and approach him.

Unfortunately, that didn’t go very well because he suddenly found himself in a conversation with Percy Jackson, his first crush that had rejected him, which Nico wasn’t as crushed as he could be, considering he knew how much Annabeth and Percy liked each other. 

And now here was Percy, chatting away with Nico instead of making out with Annabeth somewhere else, just like Nico’s awkward sophomore year didn’t happen.

Sophomore year. He had a crush on Will Solace ever since 6th grade, but by the time they got to high school, Nico undoubtedly decided that Will didn’t like him. This was also when he mt Jason, who then led to Percy. All through freshman and sophomore year all he thought about was Percy. It was unrealistic, yes, but isn’t everyone’s first second crush?

And then, yes, he got rejected by Percy which basically outed him to the entire school which would have made him probably transfer in any other situation, but instead he took it as an opportunity to get closer to Will, and eventually kiss him, who thank god liked him back, and by the end of the month they were dating. 

And now here he was, not really paying attention to this drunk Percy while scanning the room for Will. Just as he finally spotted the blonde head, Percy put his arm around Nico’s shoulder. Nico caught Will’s eye at this exact moment, and what happened next was not his fault. 

Will practically ran over to the two, grabbing Nico’s arm. 

“Sorry Percy but we have to go,” Will said quickly before dragging Nico out of the house. 

Nico was relieved to feel the cool night air on his skin, to get away from that loud party which would no doubt be caught soon. 

“Do you still like Percy?” Will asked suddenly.

Nico turned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean do you still like Percy?”

“No, idiot, of course I don’t like Percy.”

“Okay, good.”

“Why do you ask?”

Will sighed, avoiding eye contact “I haven’t seen you two talk in forever, and just the way he stood next to you, with his arm around you? I don’t know, I guess I just panicked. Thought that you still liked him… more than me.”

“Will?” Nico said. Will raised his head, squinting one eye to look at Nico. 

“I liked you first, before Percy. I used Percy as a distraction, because I thought you would never like me, but I’ve liked you ever since 6th grade.”

“Really? I thought you hated me in middle school? The constant teasing?”

“Thats called flirting, sunshine.” 

Will smiled, now looking at his palms and shaking his head, “All this time I could have spent with you and I thought you hated me”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Nico said, taking Will’s hand with one and putting the other on his cheek. “I have you now, and thats all I need. That past doesn’t matter. What matters is.., I love you., Will Solace”

Will’s eyes widened, and for a second Nico cursed at himself for going too quickly. But then, Will pulled him into a kiss, and Nico knew everything was alright.

“I love you too, Nico di Angelo,” he said when they pulled apart, smiling down at him as brown eyes met with blue. A small smile crossed Nico’s face too. This was all he needed. 

So I may or may not have been thinking about that freaking RIverdale thing with the “i love you’s” and Jughead and Betty while writing the ending iudbhskja

Anyway, I actually had a dream that I was Nico di Angelo and I went to a party and fell asleep on a couch cuddling Will Solace which is like the best dream ever but of course I was going to actually do that but I didnt add the party because why not

I have more ideas but I didn’t want to add them all because this was already super long so that can be saved for another fic :))

If you do want me to write another school!au oneshot then I will because like I said I absolutely love school au’s and I have more ideas !!

If not… well I’m sorry you didn’t like it but I’ll probably write some more anyway ;) 

#solangelo #solangelo fic #solangelo oneshot #Nico di Angelo #will solace #solangelo school au #nico x will #will x nico #trials of apollo #toa #heros of olympus #hoo #blood of olympus #liz writes.com

[thirdchairfreshie]

Fire Emblem Holiday Exchange

@redretro4 Here’s your Secret Santa gift for the @fe-holiday-exchange!But Happy Holidays and I do hope you enjoy! :D

Xander pulled into the driveway, thankful to see the bright colorful lights and decorations decorating the family estate. He arrived at the gate, buzzing the call button for either Jakob, Flora, or Felicia to let him through. They did a wonderful job making the usually gray and lifeless driveway look like front yard of a jolly, regular, couple with 2.5 children’s suburban house.

There were life-size reindeer lawn ornaments attached to a sleigh which held a blow-up of the big man himself, Saint Nicholas. There were snowmen scattered around the lawn, no doubt made by Felicia, Corrin, and Elise, and small little snow elves with striped scarves and old hats. Blue, green, yellow, and red lights were strung over the roof of the main house and the poolhouse, blinking on and off every few seconds. The few trees they had were also strewn with ornaments and lights and a wreath was hung on the pillars of the porch leading up to the main entrance (where Camilla had sneakily tied up a mistletoe).The Nohrian estate was looking like a winter wonderland. The festive house was a sight for sore eyes as he had just come home from a business meeting that went 2 hours over schedule.

Seeing the house decorated prettily lightened his mood and he took a minute to bask in the holiday spirit. Christmas was only a day away and he knew the house would be fully coming to life soon when the Hoshidan family arrived. The Hoshidans were family friends who the Nohrian family had known for decades, though the friendship between the families didn’t begin until Xander and their eldest son, Ryoma, had reconciled some old drama and misunderstandings. The Hoshidans were actually quite friendly and polite, nothing like the lies their parents had told them. So, the two families became close and it became a tradition to visit each other on the holidays. Xander knew his siblings were looking forward to their arrival, which would be relatively soon. He himself couldn’t wait for the holidays to officially begin.

——–

Ding Dong.

“Big brother! Big sis! Takumi!” Corrin ran down the stairs and through the hallway, throwing open the door and catapulting herself into Ryoma’s arms. He had been holding some rather large gift bags, but dropped them, laughing heartily, picking up the ecstatic girl and twirling her around.

“I see someone’s excited to see me.” Ryoma set her down and she giggled.

“Are we gonna make cookies and cakes and pies tonight? I wanna lick the spoon!” Corrin jumped up and down, wanting Ryoma to pick her up again. “Piggyback ride, piggyback ride!”

Ryoma shook his head, but smiled.

“How about later? Big Brother Ryoma’s tired and wants to talk to Big Brother Xander for a little,” he said, ruffling her hair. Corrin nodded happily.

“OK! Hey Sakura, Elise, let’s go to my room and make some ornaments!” As the girls ran upstairs, Takumi and Leo slipped off to the living room to play a game of chess, Camilla and Hinoka went to the basement bar for drinks, and Ryoma followed Xander to the kitchen. He leaned against the counter and let out a sigh.

“Where’s Garon?” he asked, lowering his voice so Leo and Takumi over in the next room couldn’t hear his question. Xander snorted, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows.

“Where do you think? He hasn’t come for years, what would make this year any different.”

Ryoma gave him a look which he couldn’t decide was intended to be sympathetic or doubtful, but he shrugged and didn’t press the matter. The two shuffled awkwardly. Ryoma knew the family’s strained relationship with their patriarch. In fact, Garon wasn’t a huge fan of the Hoshidan family, but he always made it a point to check up on their relationship with their dad. Especially since the family knew the hardships of losing loved ones in any shape or form. The air became thick with tension. Xander cleared his throat.

“So, uh, what about that game between the Ylissean Pegasi and the Magvellian Spiders last night? Close game.”

Ryoma’s eyes lit up.

“Oh yeah, that was a close game! Did you see when Magvel’s center ran across the entire field and-”

Their talk was interrupted by the muffled sounds of a growing arguing followed by two sets of tiny feet thumping down the stairs. A few moments later, Leo and Takumi came tumbling into the kitchen. Tears were streaming down Leo’s face. In his hands, a picture book about Saint Nicholas. Takumi stood next to him, rolling his eyes. What looked to be a torn page from the book was crumpled in his fist.

“Is not, you baby.”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is too, you ignoramous!”

“Is not, you..uh..you hypocrite!”

“You didn’t even use that word right.”

“Like you know what that means either.”

The two boys bickered, growing louder and louder, which drew the attention of Sakura, Elise, and Corrin, who had all ran downstairs to see the commotion. The children started talking over each other and the noise permeated the house, which caused Hinoka and Camilla to also poke their heads into the situation.

“Everyone, settle down!” Ryoma raised his hands in the air and everyone stopped. “What’s the problem? Why are you crying Leo?”

Leo sniffed, wiping his wet eyes and snotty nose with his sleeve. Takumi made a face and stuck out his tongue.

“Ta-Taco said tha-that Saint Nicholas isn’t r-real! ” Leo began to cry again and Xander shushed him, picking him up and patting his shoulders. Seeing Leo cry made Elise and Sakura tear up as well. Hearing Takumi denounce their holiday hero was shocking and upsetting. Corrin was holding back her tears, her eyebrows scrunched in thought. Xander could almost see the struggle going on in her head. Should I believe him? Who’s been lying to us? She tugged on Xander’s pants leg.

“Big brother, is Takumi telling the truth? Is Saint Nicholas not real?” Corrin looked up at Xander, her bottom lip quivering, dark, round eyes blinking back tears precariously. Only one word away from releasing another torrent of tears.

Xander gave his younger sister a nervous smile, his eyes darting between Camilla, Ryoma, and Hinoka, looking for a solution. They offered none. Great. He knew the day would come when either he would tell Corrin and the others that Saint Nicholas was a fraud. He didn’t know that today might be that day. He bit his lip. He had a decision to make.

“Wh-why of course Saint Nicholas is real,” Xander enunciated slowly. Collectively, the tensed shoulders of Ryoma, Camilla, and Hinoka relaxed. Xander continued. “Why would I ever lie about a fat man who comes into children’s homes and leaves them presents?”

Ryoma gave Xander a sharp jab in his side with his elbow.

“Well, old man, tell me this. How does a fat man go around the world delivering presents in a sleigh that can fly all in the span of a minute? “ Takumi said, his arms crossed. Nobody answered him and he smirked.

“Until I see Old Man Nicholas stumble down our chimney tonight, I’ll continue being a skeptic.”

Xander needed to make a last minute trip to the store.

——-

Xander let out a stream of curses as he attempted to slip into the tight-fitting red pants and coat. After making sure the children were sound asleep in their bedrooms, he had slipped out of the main house and slipped into the tool shed to change into the cheap Santa costume he had found at the nearest department store. Of course, they were almost out of them and only had them in smaller sizes, but he was desperate.  The things I do for this family.

After pulling on his black snow boots and hoisting his giant sack of presents over his shoulder, he carefully tiptoed his way to the unlocked back door and tiptoed his way into the house. The foyer was dark, the only light coming from the moon shining through a window above the front door. Xander waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness and crept into the living room. He had turned the festive tree lights off to conserve energy, but decided to turn them on again to fit the mood. Once the lights flickered on, shining light on the living room and empty floor beneath the tree, he took a moment to set the sack of presents down and stretch his back.

“I’m getting too old for this,” he grumbled as he kneeled down and began the task of taking the presents out and setting them under the tree. As he placed each gift, he jokingly lamented about how spoiled their siblings were, knowing full well that he didn’t receive as much as them. Getting older was a gift. Placing the last few gifts, he let out a contented sigh and was about to stand when he heard a tiny voice behind him.

“Santa?”

Xander stopped midway through standing, his eyes going wide. He didn’t need to turn to know who had caught him.

Leo.

He heard another tiny voice.

“Uh, Santa? Am I seeing things?”

Takumi.

Xander gulped and slowly stood up. Calm down, Xander. Just do as Saint Nick would do. He turned to face the boys and let out a few hearty ‘ho ho hos’, clutching his belly and stroking his fake beard.

“Hey! I thought Saint Nicholas was old and fat and ugly?” Leo circled around “Santa”. His finger was on his chin, eyebrow raised, scrutinizing the strange man standing before him. He hummed. The suit looked real. And he did have the tell-tale beard. Takumi joined his friend.

“Yeah, and you’re not old or fat.”

Xander’s eyebrow twitched.

“Um, well-”

“I mean, look at your body. You’re muscular and Saint Nicholas should be a fat old man.”

“Um, well, Santa decided to go on a diet so he could live past 100 and, um, didn’t you know that dieting slows your aging? That’s why I look like this.” Xander mentally facepalmed.

“So you stopped aging when you were in your thirties? Why did it stop then and not when you were younger or older?” Leo asked skeptically.

“Um, I, um, I mean-”

“And why are you still wearing that old costume?”

“If you’re so old, why don’t you have cataracts or arthritis?”

“And I don’t see a wedding ring. Did you and and your wife get divorced?”

“Are you gay?”

“Are the elves paid or are they your slaves?”

“Do you pay taxes?”

“Who did you vote for?”

Xander’s eye was twitching. He couldn’t take anymore of these questions. Who even knew little kids had these questions? He didn’t want to do it, but he was going to have to do the unthinkable. Scar his brother and his friend for life. He frowned and closed his eyes.

“Leo. Takumi. I hate to do this but,” he ripped off the beard and they gasped. He cast his eyes downward and rubbed his chin. “It’s me.”

He could practically see their jaws drop to the floor. The questions stopped, but now the air was filled with guilt and an uncomfortable silence.

“Leo, I-”

But Leo’s eyes sparkled and he turned towards his friend in excitement.

“MY BROTHER IS SANTA!”

Leo’s loud declaration stirred the other sleeping siblings upstairs from their sleep. Corrin was the first to venture down the stairs to see what was happening, rubbing sleep from her eye and yawning. Elise and Sakura followed and afterwards came Camilla, Hinoka, and finally Ryoma.

“Yaaaawwwwn, what’s going on?” Hinoka asked, stretching her arms. She spotted Xander standing in his tight Santa suit and snickered. Xander blushed and averted his eyes from the gaze of the older siblings, their mouths turned up, trying to repress their giggles. Behind him, Takumi and Leo were arguing, once again.

“That’s so not fair! He probably gives you more gifts than me.” Takumi puffed out his cheeks. He crossed his arms and stomped his foot, huffing.

“And I deserve them, don’t I?” Leo gave him a smug grin. Takumi’s eyes furrowed.

“Well, it doesn’t matter. My brother is better, anyways, Saint Nicholas or not.”

“Pssha, no he’s not! My big brother is Saint Nicholas. Yours is just a regular old man.”

“Big brother is not old.”

“Is too!”

“Is not!”

Camilla, Ryoma, and Hinoka laughed as the two began to argue once more, prompting Corrin, Elise, and Sakura to try and step between them to stop their arguing. Xander, despite the exhausting, embarrassing night, couldn’t help but laugh too.

“Alright everyone, let’s calm down! It’s time for bed little ones. We don’t want to be tired and sleep past Christmas or we’ll never be able to open our presents!” Camilla clapped her hands together and gathered the children around her, steering them to the stairwell.

The children groaned, but with yawns and the shuffling of their feet, they all headed back into their rooms and tucked themselves in, ready for the morning to come so they could open up the gifts that “Santa” brought. The adults bid Xander a good night, stifling giggles, and headed to their rooms as well.

Xander smiled and chuckled, knowing this would be a night to remember. He headed to his bedroom, exhausted, and began to unbutton the costume top so he could change into something less stuffy and tight. But the buttons wouldn’t move and he couldn’t shimmy out of the top. He tried the buttons again, but they were stalwart in their refusal to move. Xander groaned.  It was going to be a long night.

“Crap.”

#fire emblem #feholidayexchange

[tmnt-imagines]

How the turtles’ s/o would react to them singing “we are ninja’s”:

WARNING: NONE

Requested by: @irondinosaurbread

How would their s/o react to hearing their boyfriends sing pentatonix's we are ninjas

A/N: THIS IS THE BEST REQUEST EVER!

Leonardo:

Him and his brothers walked in from a long night, to find you curled up on the couch watching whatever was playing on the TV. You hadn’t really been paying it much attention, but rather waiting anxiously for your love and his brothers to return from the mission. The 4 turtles burst into the lair in a thunder of cheers and laughter, all bright grins and high-threes as they came home. You shot up from the couch, your eyes widening as you spotted your favourite blue clad turtle leading the group, with such a happy expression that your own smile grew twice as large because of it. “I trust it went successfully,” Splinter said with a proud grin, though Leo stalked straight past without answering his question. 

“Y/N!” He yelled with pure delight, and he sprinted to you quicker than you’d seen him move all year. 

“Hey! You’re back!” You laughed as he picked yo up off the ground and spun you around in the air. 

“The Krang won’t be bothering us again anytime soon,” Raphael said with a smile, celebrating with his brothers.

“Oh yeah, we are ninjas, we are turtles, we will save the day!” Leonardo began singing, and dancing wildly with you around the lair. You began laughing too, not entirely sure what had gotten into the leader but not entirely caring either. You were simply happy that he was so happy. “We are someday gonna be the ones to lead the way!” He continued to sing, slightly louder, as the others began to laugh along as well. 

“What the hell is he singing?” Raphael sniggered,watching the blue clad turtle dance and sing like an idiot.

“Who cares? We won!” Donatello cheered, grabbing his brother and beginning to spin him around as well, joining in whatever song Leonardo had made up on the spot.

“ WHO-OH-OH BREAK OUT OF YOUR SHELL AND LETS GO-OOO-OH!”

Raphael:

Raphael was in the process of beating up his boxing bag when you snuck into his room. He didn’t notice you enter, or hear you take a seat in the corner, and so he continued to practice his combat skills, completely oblivious to your presence. You chose not to say anything either, wanting to see how he would react upon finding you just sitting there and watching him train. 

You had expected to see him talk to himself, he often did that when in a foul mood, but instead you were exposed to something completely and utterly hilarious. And somewhat shocking. 

“We are ninjas, we are turtles, we will save the day.” He sand under his breath, to himself; mercilessly beating the boxing bag to a pulp, “We are someday gonna be the ones to lead the way.” The bag got pummelled a bit more, and then received a kick to the face. As he’d spun around, Raphael must have caught sight of you sitting there and smirking at him, as once his kick landed, he stumbled off balance and fell over. 

“Raphael,” You said flatly, trying not to let your laughter break your straight expression. “Were you singing?”

“What? No! Of course not! Why would you even think that I was? I don’t sing!” Raphael snapped, rambling off looking for anything to say that might make you drop the thought, but all the while his face turned as red as his mask. 

“Of course you weren’t...” You smirked, determine to catch him at it again later. 

Donatello:

You were sat on the stool in the corner of Donnie’s lab, watching him work on his latest invention. Some special screwdriver thing - science wasn’t your strongest subject - so rather than questioning his latest creation you simply sat at the back of the lab and watched him work. It was the usual, muttering to himself in Japanese, or cursing a mistake he’d made, for the most part - until he started singing softly under his breath. 

“ We are ninjas, we are turtles, we will save the day.  We are someday gonna be the ones to lead the way. Who-oh-oh break out of your shell and let’s go-ooo-oh.” 

You began to giggle quietly to yourself, as Donatello hadn’t noticed that you’d heard him yet, and thus hadn’t looked up to see your reaction. 

“Rising up like steam from a sewer cap, so mean, so green you better watchya back. Slow and steady doesn’t win the race, so quick, so slick, the thrill of the chase.” 

You couldn’t conceal your laughter any longer, and breathing also proved to be a challenge while Donnie carried on with his little karaoke session. 

“Donnie what the hell are you singing?” You managed to ask through your laughter, tears flooding from your eyes as you lost control of your giggling again. 

“It’s uh - umm - a song I kinda - uh - wrote. Ya know, for the guys.” Donnie stuttered, dropping one of his tools upon realising you’d been listening to him all that time. 

Once your laughing had died down a bit, you looked at him with a cheesy smile, “Will you teach it to me?”

Michelangelo:

Mikey’s hands shot up in the air, and his face lit up like a Christmas tree. As the controller hit the ground with an audible thud, the orange clad turtle sprung to his feet in a flash and began doing what you could only think of as his ‘happy dance’. Donatello sat beside him laughing - not quite reacting in the same way as his younger, more excitable brother. “OH YE-AH! WE DID IT! OH YE-AH!” Mikey continued to dance, retrieving his nunknucks from the loop on his belt so that he could wave them wildly in the air as he celebrated his victory. “WE ARE NINJAS! WE ARE TURTLES! WE WILL SAVE THE DAY!” He started singing aloud, causing you to burst into fits of laughter. “WE ARE SOMEDAY GONNA BE THE ONE TO LEAD THE WAY! WHO-OH-OH BREAK OUT OF YOUR SHELL AND LETS GO-OOO-OH!” He continued to sing, and dance around on the table like an idiot, while you and Donatello sat laughing your arses off at him.

 “What the hell are you singing, Mikey?” Donatello asked while gasping for air in the midst of his uncontrollable laughter. 

“DONATELLO NEEDS A MASTERPIECE OF PIZZA, FUELLING UP THE FOUR, SHREDDER TRIES TO BEAT YA!” He carried on, as though Donnie hadn’t said anything. “SPLINTER TEACH US HOW TO BRING THE THUNDER - KOWABUNGA!” At this the pair of you laugh even more. 

“If you can’t beat em, join em?” Donnie looked at you with a smile, and you knew what he meant. 

“WE ARE NINJAS! WE ARE TURTLES! WE WILL SAVE THE DAY!” You began to sing louder, standing up to join in with Mikey’s happy dance - and you all celebrated the victory together.

#tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph #tmnt mikey #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt imagine #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2016 #teenage mutant ninja turtles