"wishing only wounds the heart", with any couple you think is suited to it
(i’m so proud of how i avoided all possible angst with this prompt ok i just really wanted to write some cute fluffy babies so thanks!!)
Carlos squeezed Cecil’s hand tighter. “Cecil, look,” Carlos whispered. “A shooting star!” He pointed up at the sky with his free hand.
“They’re not that uncommon,” Cecil said as another flew across the sky, “See? There was another…Carlos?”
Carlos had his eyes squeezed shut and was moving his lips as if speaking. Cecil sat up. “Carlos! Carlos no what are you doing?!”
Carlos opened his eyes, staring quizzically at Cecil. “Making a wish,” he said, “That’s what you do, you make wishes on shooting stars.”
“No you don’t, you never do that!!”
Carlos looked confused. “Cecil, why—” he cut himself off with a gasp of pain. “Ow!”
“Because,” Cecil explained frantically, “they’re shooting stars, if they hear you making wishes they’ll shoot you, Carlos, Carlos did you get hit?”
Carlos looked mystified. “Yeah,” he said, “Something got me in the chest.”
“Oh no no no no dear sweet perfect Carlos, let me see where it got you! I have to make sure you’re okay!”
“Cecil, I’m fine, really, it just—ow!”
“Quick, quick, sit up and take your shirt off so I can look!”
“Ow, Cecil, it really hurts! What did it shoot me with?”
“Certainly nothing good…there! Is that where it got you?”
There was a little red welt on Carlos’ chest, just over his heart, almost hidden by his dark hair. There was a small stinger embedded in the center. Cecil leaned in and pinched it delicately, removing it in one smooth motion and causing Carlos to flinch.
“Cecil, it still really hurts! It feels like my heart is beating way too fast,” Carlos said, “And that’s my scientific opinion. Is the stinger poisonous or something?”
“Something,” Cecil said. “I’ve heard, from reliable sources of course, that the only way to stop it from spreading is, well, you have to make the wish come true, or else…”
“…Cecil. Or else what?”
Cecil blinked at Carlos. “Or else you die, of course.”
“What? Cecil! Help me!”
“What did you wish for? It’s probably fine, as long as it wasn’t something ridiculous, like a herd of tie-dyed elephants, since I think we only have one tie-dyed elephant in Night Vale right now and it would be pretty difficult to find some more, since they’re an endangered species and all, and—”
“Cecil, I didn’t wish for a herd of tie-dyed elephants!”
Cecil was exasperated. “Carlos, I can’t help you unless you tell me what you wished for!”
Carlos shot forward and kissed Cecil on the mouth. Cecil gasped into the kiss and moaned once before breaking away.
“Carlos, while I appreciate the gesture, this is no time for affection! What did you wish for?”
Carlos just smiled.
“Carlos, I am being completely serious! What did—” Cecil stopped abruptly. “Oh. Oh, Carlos. Beautiful, wonderful, perfect Carlos. Did you wish for—?”
Carlos’ smile widened. He lay back down and patted the grass next to him. Cecil lowered himself back down slowly, curling against Carlos’ side and throwing an arm across his still-bare chest.
“My heart’s still beating way too fast,” Carlos mumbled, eyes closed. “But. I think, in context, that’s okay.”
Cecil giggled a little. “Next time, Carlos,” he said, “you don’t have to wish. You can just ask.”
Carlos smiled briefly without opening his eyes. “I’ll try and remember that, Cecil.”
And now I suddenly can’t imagine him wearing pants. Great. I’ve always thought he went about the studio shoeless, and now this on top…
He’s a goddamned radio host it’s not like anyone can actually see him anyway and I’m pretty sure the interns are briefed on what to expect with him like the first couple interns (before their inevitably died) wrote a guide for the next ones
“The man in the radio booth is Cecil Baldwin, which you should already know because in order to be an intern for the radio you have to listen to the radio daily. He is the least intimidating person on the planet so don’t be afraid to talk to him no matter what he does. He always puts caramel sauce in his coffee and hums to himself and screams like a girl, usually when he managed to get himself tangled in his microphone cord (this happens at least once a week). 90% of the time, especially during his show, he’s either not wearing pants or he’s wearing a skirt or dress. We live in a desert and the a/c in this building hisses and bleeds if you turn it up past medium so choosing not to wear pants is a normal thing. Go with it.”
It was a chilly Friday afternoon when Nico and Annabeth found themselves inside of an aquarium. The two of them curled up on a bench and Annebeth leaned against Nico, tangling her fingers between his. They were completely silent as they watched the fish swirl above them. The fish were all different colors, from red to blue to green and everything in between. The pair lost themselves among the aquatic animals, much like many before them.
Eventually, Percy approached the two of them and tapped Annabeth on the shoulder. She turned around, her face breaking out into a wide smile, and quickly kissed him. Percy smiled back and then leaned down to kiss Nico.
EVERYONE IN HIS FAMILY IS A GIRL EXCEPT LIKE HIS DAD AND A FEW UNCLES AND COUSINS BUT THEY MAKE IT VERY OBVIOUS THE GIRLS RUN THE DAMN SHOW AROUND HERE
All of Carlos’s sisters and girl cousins all totally adore and baby him too even if he’s older than them (hes older than most of them) and he just stands there grumbling all annoyed and shit but he’s grinning on the inside
Hey I wanted to apologize for freaking out during the game last night. I know it was kinda abrupt and I was kinda rude about asking for help so I’m really sorry for that (not about asking for help but about being rude). It really helped and the panic attack would have lasted a lot longer if you guys weren’t there so thank uwu. Hope you guys all have a nice Valentine’s Day and everything goes well!!!