She had walked up to Gabriel, it had been months since the Wither Storm had been threw. Everyone had been busy with everything going on and fixing everything that had happened. This was the first time in all that time that the two had actually ran into each other. This day would have been normal this would of been one of the first times to actually talk to him before a site interrupted it. Petra happened to look at her arm after a moment and noticed it had hit 00:00:00 the moment she had walked up to him.
She pauses and looks from her arm to the other person for a moment. Sure she had a crush on him when she was younger. Perhaps those feelings never did fade as much Petra was never quite sure but she knows one thing now. This is that the clock, the thing ticking down to when she would meet her soul mate, had hit 00:00:00. She simply looks up at him seeming confused and a bit dumbfounded.
Sometimes I like to imagine Axel trying not to swear in front of Roxas and Xion, and like someone says something that pisses him off and he’s like “Oh yeah? Well you can just go and f-” and then he remembers Roxas and Xion are standing there and they’re both staring at him like what’s he gonna say?? so he has to change it to something lame like “fart.” and Roxas and Xion are giggling and Axel’s like i hate everything and whoever he insulted is sniggering and smirking and Axel has to make up more creative insults.
“The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose all the other ages you’ve been.” -Madeleine L'Engle
Happy Birthday, Nico!
“You are probably the most annoying human being to set foot on this earth,” Nico di Angelo grumbled darkly, his face the colour of a ripened peach. Will Solace had his arms around the snarky little nugget, chin atop his dark hair and eyes bored as they walked to the Apollo cabin one after the other. Nico was supporting his boyfriend with his head, eyes scrunched up in frustration–It was almost as if he was dragging the blonde by his chin. At the same time, WIll had stuffed his hands into Nico’s front pockets after hearing that his fingers were cold, and it left them holding hands in the private comfort of his leather jacket’s secret compartments.
“Correction–” WIll countered, eyes lidded and expressionless as they walked to the mess hall. “I am not a human being, per se, but a demigod.”
“Same difference,” Nico huffed. “And–ugh, Will, you’re much heavier than you think, you know.”
“I know,” he sighed. And even if it was such a heavy labour for Nico, he did it with–he daresay it–love. The mess hall had been filled with guests to celebrate his 91st birthday just hours ago, and it had all been a surprise. The chief proprietor was none other than William Solace, but Hazel, Reyna and Jason did a lot as well. It had filled his heart to the brim, especially when campers he wasn’t all that familiar with came up to him without fear and gave their greetings. It was like a dream come true–and it wouldn’t have happened if the annoying jerk on his back wasn’t as hardworking as he’d been. Full time in the infirmary while planning a surprise party for over 300 demigods? Not as fun as anyone hoped it to be.
They finally reached the Apollo cabin, and its usually golden sheen was dimmed by the moonlight. It was almost three in the morning, and Nico’s bones were sore. As Will promised Chiron, they had to stay behind and clean up after everyone’s mess in the hall–and even if the seven and Reyna were there to help them out, 300 demigods sure knew how to get things dirty.
“Down you go,” Nico harrumphed, setting Will down onto the porch in front of the cabin. It seemed that they were the only ones awake at this hour. He stretched out his shoulder muscles and breathed in the cool January air, happy–seriously happy–for the fifth or sixth time in his life.
“I’m… going to pass out…” Will said, flopping back-first onto the wood. “I’ve reached the peak of my tiredness.”
With that, Nico’s heart lurched. He bent down and rested his hands on his knees, curiously eyeing the exhausted boy sprawled across the golden porch. His mouth curved into a concerned line. "Hey–Hey Will.“
"Yes, Nicholas?” he grumbled, hands heavily rubbing at his face.
“I just–” Nico paused. He breathed in. Breathed out. “…Thank… Thank you. For everything.”
Will shot up faster than a jack in the box, his blonde head bobbing up in surprise as he regarded Nico. It just so happened that the said brunette did not yet relax from his crouch–it left the two nose to nose, eye to eye, faces only inches apart.
“You know…” Will breathed, breath tickling Nico’s cheeks. “I’d do anything for you.”
Nico gasped softly, the pink rising to his face at the sudden closeness of their proximity. With that, Will smiled with shy confidence, his previously heavy hands light as feathers as they trailed to the back of Nico’s head. They moved closer and closer, until every sense seemed to be heightened by adrenaline. Nico nipped his lip in anxiety, drawing blood.
Will’s eyes were drawn to Nico’s lips, and immediately, he backtracked a few inches. “I can’t–I can’t kiss you when you have an open wound on your lip! It might get infected! Gods, Nico, why did you have to–”
Nico turned 91 yesterday, he should’ve mustered enough courage to do this a long time ago. He took Will’s tired face in both of his hands and forced his baby blues to look into his own.
“Suck it up, William,” he grumbled. “It’s my birthday.”
And Nico kissed him–pulling him close without letting him say another word.
last night i literally had a dream where danny and arin announced they are dating. like dannys just joking around while they’re playing a game and then all of a sudden he stops. “you know what? we might as well just say this now. it’ll make everything a whole lot easier,” danny breaks. maybe to take a breath, maybe to calm himself, or possibly just to take a look at arin, to make sure he was okay to keep going. “arin and I, we’re dating.” arin is silent for a moment and the he agrees with dan. this is the best way to go about it. they continue to talk about their relationship (how long, ext.) but literally my thoughts where just “well, I’m proud of you two and im glad you’re happy together.” it was a good dream.
Not the first Robin in flight, but the first to do it with pants on.
This has been retconned before in the comics and, notably, in various DCU animated shows and features, starting with the original Batman: TAS. But when I first started enjoying comics as a wee youngin’ in the early 90’s, the idea of “Robin with pants” was revolutionary to me, so I always have the urge to assume it’s Tim every time I see Robin with pants.