none for you leo

Normal Horoscope:

Aries: Slow your roll, it’s getting away.

Taurus: Burn the worry as fuel, the smoke will smell nice.

Gemini: The next book series you start will eventually be forgotten.

Leo: It is actually impossible to remove a lightbulb from your mouth. Drive to the emergency room.

Virgo: You seem lonely despite all the panache and circumstance, the stars and I are here if you need to talk.

Libra: All things must end. Some things ends are musty.

Scorpio: The stars are sorry, they mixed up your horoscope with the one for two days from now, check in again later.

Sagittarius: There’s a bite in the air, which is good, bites haven’t been seen around these parts since the 80s.

Capricorn: Keep your hands to yourself.

Aquarius: Call your old friend. You have something to bond over now.

Picses: Make a blanket fort and defend it with a firearm. None shall remove you.

The signs + LOTR/The Hobbit characters
  • Aries: Gimli/Tauriel
  • Taurus: Sam/Bilbo
  • Gemini: Merry/Fili
  • Cancer: Faramir/Thorin
  • Leo: Boromir/Dwalin
  • Virgo: Elrond/Balin
  • Libra: Aragorn/Bard
  • Scorpio: Eomer/Thranduil
  • Sagittarius: Gandalf/Bofur
  • Capricorn: Frodo/Legolas
  • Aquarius: Eowyn/Galadriel
  • Pisces: Pippin/Kili

Aries : None of you have a chance..

Taurus : None of you have a chance..

Gemini :  None of you have a chance..

Cancer :  None of you have a chance..

Leo :  None of you have a chance..

Virgo :  None of you have a chance..

Libra :  None of you have a chance..

Scorpio :  None of you have a chance..

Sagittarius :  None of you have a chance..

Capricorn :  None of you have a chance..

Aquarius :  None of you have a chance..

Pisces :  None of you have a chance..

Bitter truth :”)

Leonardo DiCaprio Imagine

Warnings: none

You and Leo sat in his bedroom, listening to a old song on the radio. You were messing around with your new Polaroid camera he bought you.
“Babe you’ve been playing with that thing for about a hour now.” He groaned.
You laughed rolling onto your stomach, you smirked as you lifted the camera to your eye.
“What?” He asked curiously.
“Pose for me.” You told him.
He rolled his eyes shaking get his head no.
“Leeoooo. Just one picture and I’ll leave you alone.” You begged.
“Fine.” He sighed.
Leo leaned back in his seat, laying a finger teasingly on his lip.
“Perfect just like that.” You joked around.
Leo laughed, posing more for you to take others.
“I think I’ll hire you as my personal photographer for now on.” He laughed.

[Clarisse walks past in a pink shirt]

Leo: Clarisse is wearing pink, Clarisse is wearing pink!

Grover: Are we sure it’s not just a white shirt that’s been bloodied in a motorcycle crash?

Annabeth: Maybe is wasn’t her. Does she have a twin sister?

Percy: If Clarisse had a twin she would’ve eaten her in the womb.

Leo: Wait, hold it, stop. How come none of you teased her about it?

Grover: It’s Clarisse, she’s scary.

Leo: You guys are unbelievable! I once wore a tie with a splash of purple and you guys called me “Mister Grapes” for two years!

anonymous asked:

Could you do kissing headcanons for Leo, Kaden, Hisame, Shigure and Laslow if you haven't done them already?

Leo would be pretty up-front about wanting to kiss you. He’d try to catch you at your most unguarded moment, and then nervously lay it on you. Afterwards, you comment on how his collar was inside out and that he tastes like tomatoes. He gets embarrassed and will never live this down. Ever.

Kaden would be similar to Keaton’s , but not identical. He would nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck or give you Eskimo kisses to show his affection at first. In his fox form, he’d lick you. He would notice other couples kissing and would try it out on you, though sloppy. He’d happily say, “This is how humans show affection, right?” You’d have to give him lessons on how to kiss.

Hisame wouldn’t bother with his feelings at first; he has pickles to make. He doesn’t have time for kissing. Or getting nervous about kissing. Or thinking about kissing you. Nevertheless, you’d have to surprise him. He’d be completely caught off guard and completely confused. Being flustered, he’d probably offer you a pickle to distract you from his embarrassment.

Shigure would be completely romantic about it. He’d take you out to a nice dinner or go on a night walk with you and would sing you a song he wrote just for you. As he gets closer to the end of the song, his voice begins to go quiet and finally, just as the song ends, he places his hand below your chin and kisses you.

Laslow would desperately want to kiss you, hold you, protect you. However, his shyness would only allow him to do innocent acts of love at first, such as holding your hand. You’d have to kiss him first. One night, he’d take you to his favorite dancing spot, lanterns illuminating the area. You two will dance, hand in hand, and as you come to a stop he stares into your eyes, frozen by them. That’s when you should kiss him. He’d be extremely embarrassed, but would ease into it and would return the kiss passionately. 

TMNT x Reader

Imagine nearly being attacked by a Purple Dragon member but you favorite turtle protects you. You’re safe but shaken up so he spends the night with you.

The knife glimmers in moonlight, the tip pressed against your chest. The Purple Dragon smirks at you as you look for an exit or even better-a weapon.
“Where’s your freak boyfriend now, girlie?” he hissed.
“Right here.”
Leonardo leaps out shadows, katanas drawn. The Purple Dragon feels bold and challenges him, but his small knife is no match for Leonardo’s skill. He’s on the ground in a second and runs away, clutching his arm.
Leonardo lets him leave and focuses on you instead. He runs over, taking your hands in his. You were shaking as he held you, his eyes filled with worry.
“Are you okay, love?”
“Y-yeah…I’m just…kind of…”
You couldn’t finish your sentence and Leo pulled you into his arms, holding you tight. Seeing that knife pointed at you had been terrifying to witness…but he couldn’t imagine what it was like for you.
“Hey, hey, hey…I’m right here. I’ll always be here.”
It’s getting late and the air is getting colder. He needs to get out of here before he’s seen and he knows that you don’t live far from here.
“I’m gonna get you home okay?”
He picks you up, staying in the shadows as he slips through the city. Beneath him are bright lights and the chatter of New York, but he doesn’t care about that.
All he cares about is you.
You’re still shaking, calmer now but scared none the less. As he approaches your apartment, Leo promises himself that you will never, ever be put in this situation again.
“We’re here.”
You slip out of his arms and open your bedroom window.
“Leo, do you think you can stay the night?” you ask.
“Of course, love.”
Leo stays the whole night. He makes you tea and reads your favorite poetry novels out loud until you fall asleep in his arms.

Raphael is filled with a brand new kind of rage when he sees those punks surrounding you.
They got a beating for mugging that old man. They got a beating for robbing the antique store. But for this? For threatening Y/N, the love of his life?
They. Are. Dead.
He swoops down from the shadows and beating each one of them into a bloody, broken pulp. And when they are all on the ground, groaning in pain, he leans very close to their leader and gives him a message.
“Let me make one thing perfectly clear for you, punk: if ya ever even glance in her direction, I’m goin’ drag you right back into this alley and next time…you ain’t leavin’. Got it?”
Frozen in fear, he only nods.
“Good. Now GO.”
The entire group runs out of there, kicking their wounds, and Raphael turns to you. Your eyes are wide and filled with tears and god damn it his heart breaks.
“Hey, come on, don’t…don’t cry, baby. Please don’t cry.”
He holds you to his chest as you sob, anger burning inside of him. He should have been there. He should have been there for you.
“I’m gonna take you home, tiger. And I ain’t leaving you.”
Raph makes a giant pillow fort, stringing up fairy lights around the room. He refused to leave your side the entire night…

Donatello could ninja kick the damn dragon, he could punch them or throw them but today, not of that seems appropriate.
No, he decided on something a bit more painful:
The other guy stared in horror as his buddy convulsed on the ground. Donnie only glared at him.
“I suggest you take your friend and leave. Immediately.”
He drops the evil mastermind act once they leave and turns to check on you. Physically, you’re fine. Not a scratch on you.
But right now you’re shaking and tears are running down your face and you can’t breath. You can’t breath.
“Y/N! Y/N, darling, look at me. Look at me right now. You are okay, you’re fine. Just-just breath with me, okay?”
He practices the breathing exercises with you until you’ve calmed down enough. He’s kneeling on the ground, holding you in his lap when you can finally talk again.
“Donnie, I…I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for, dove. You panicked and that’s okay.”
“I just wanna go home.”
“The van is just around the corner. I’ll take you.”
The drive is quiet and, thankfully, you call asleep in the seat. Donatello would like more then anything to rip those men apart (in case the lesson didn’t stick) but all he cares about is you.
“Donnie?” you whisper.
“Yes, darling?”
“Do you think you can stay the night?”
“Of course.”
Donnie does everything to make you feel happy. He busts out your favorite movies and makes you a big bowl of steaming, buttery popcorn. Eventually, you start smiling, just for him.

Never, ever, ever mess with anyone that Michealangelo cares. Ever.
Because as sweet and wonderful as he can be, the idea of losing a loved on scares him so much. He is willing to do anything for his family and is more then willing to beat the living crap out of anyone who gets in the way of that.
Sadly lone Purple Dragon member didn’t know that.
“P-please, I’m sorry!!”
Mikey looks at his in anger and disgust and says
“Get out of here.”
He runs off, whimpering pathetically, and Mikey turns to you. You’re just standing there, your head low.
“Angelcakes? Are you…okay?”
You say nothing and only walk foward, wrapping your arms around him. Mikey is surprised but hugs you none the less.
You cry softly and he holds you tight.
“Baby, baby, baby, it’s okay.”
He’s in near tears himself and for a while, you stay there together.
“Y/N, baby, I gotta get you home. We gotta go, okay?”
He carries you home, whispering comforting things in your ear until you arrive home.
“Mikey, I don’t wanna be alone.”
“You don’t have to worry, baby. I’m gonna stay right here.”
Mikey buys you your favorite pizza and comforts you the entire night. You play video games and watch Netflix.

Which Founding Father You would win in a fight with
  • Aries: James Madison
  • Taurus: John Adams
  • Gemini: Ben Franklin
  • Cancer: Alexander Hamilton
  • Leo: George Washington
  • Virgo: None they all beat you up cause you're a piece of shit
  • Libra: John Adams
  • Scorpio: Alexander Hamilton
  • Sagittarius: James Monroe
  • Capricorn: Thomas Jefferson
  • Aquarius: James Madison
  • Pisces: George Washington
@beekeepercain replied to your post “ALSO. bibros??? i’m completely lost regarding literally all of this”

This really isn’t true - most bibros are still just people who love Sam and Dean. The “kill Misha” crew is a loud minority.

Leo you are likely correct! I, by nature of running a blog that’s mostly destiel, do not come across many bibros. The ones I do are, unfortunately, the ones who reblog my posts or my friends’ posts and cause drama. They are, unfortunately, the “kill misha” minority crew. :( There is no doubt in my mind there are a great many people who love sam and dean equally, call themselves a bibro, and are indifferent to other characters.

But in my original post I did say “most bibros that I have seen proclaim that they would prefer there are no other main/frequently recurring cast members other than sam and dean”. I’m wondering if you disagree with this? Even the people I’ve seen who aren’t screaming “kill misha” are still people who hated bela, jo, lisa, people who wanted any other side character off to make more room for sam and dean. I’ve seen many a bibro (again, not just the “kill misha” people but others too) say they want to get back to “the original” spn or “the REAL” spn, sam and dean ONLY, etc.

Happiness In Strange Places Pt. 2

Requests: Part two of this imagine was sent in on multiple occasions so here it is

Pairing: SingleParent!Leo x Nanny!Reader

Fluff | Smut | Angst

A/n: This is soo bad, I’m tired and I honestly couldn’t give two fucks about how well this is liked, peace out bitches, I’m going to bed.

“I’ll… I’m just gonna go. Thanks for hanging out with me, though.”

His warm and calloused hand entrapped your soft and reasonably small hand in his own, “Wait!” His mouth moved on its own and –he guessed– his mind was made up.

“I think I love you too.”

You stood motionless, did he just say he loved you?
No… he said he thinks he loves you.

“Don’t,” You managed to get out, “Please just… don’t.”

Leo looked up at you in bewilderment, his grip slowly slipping from your hand as he lost all the confidence he had collected earlier. A scoff escaped his lips as he looked away, his hand dropping from yours and finding its way to his curly locks. His mind now polluted with thoughts of negativity, why would you even confess to him if you weren’t going to accept him? Did you just prank him? No, you looked so sincere and embarrassed when you confessed. If this was a prank, then you were a damn good actor.

His blood boiled in anger the more he thought about the whole ordeal. This was absurd, you confessed to him so why are you dismissing his feelings like they were nothing; as if he were nothing. His emotions that swirled throughout his entire being confused him greatly, his heart ached with sorrow of a lost love, his pride bore a gaping hole from rejection, yet, he was furious.

“Is this seriously how it’s going to be?” His voice held a venomous bite that was entirely new to you. His hands curling into tight fists as he tried to control himself.

This new side of him had scared you more than anything, was he really not the man you remembered? You watched his knuckles turn white and small sparks ignite from his fists, hesitantly you placed your hand delicately on his shoulder in hopes to console him.

You retracted your hand with a hiss, his shoulder was hot to the touch and you could tell he was seriously upset.

“Leo,” You mumbled carefully, “You need to calm down, let’s talk about this–” Your speech was cut short due to the surprise grab Leo made for you. His hands wrapped around your forearms as he slammed his lips to yours in what felt like panic.

You could feel his nervousness and his temper as he kissed you, his lips trembling and hot as his lips danced across your own. The kiss itself was short lived due to the fact that he was still mad and when he was mad, he was hot. Not hot in the term of being attractive, but hot in the term of heat.

You shoved him away harshly and let out a rather loud yelp of pain as you doubled over.
Leo furrowed his brows in confusion, “What? Why do you keep pushing me away?”

You looked up at him with an angry glare, Holding your arms against your stomach while they stung with pain. “You fucking burned me that’s why.”

The deep regret and panic you saw in his eyes did not deter your mood in the slightest, still glaring hard at him while you made your way to the kitchen sink to cool off your burns under the water.
You let out a soft whimper as the cool water soothed your aching arms.

Leo hadn’t moved from his spot, sitting on the couch you had pushed him onto when he burned you. He burned you. He promised himself when he was just a child that he would never hurt someone he cared about with his abilities, not after what he did to his mom.

Noah padded into the living room clad in his black jogging pants, a red t-shirt with a white faded band name on it, and his mismatched striped socks. Leo turned his attention to the little boy rubbing his tired eyes, mentally cooing at his son’s “big boy” attire.

“Daddy? Are you mad?” Noah innocently questioned as he peered curiously at his father’s sitting form. His question took Leo off guard but Leo answered him nonetheless, “No, mijo. I’m just confused about some things, no need to worry.”

Of course, his son inherited his mother’s never-ending care for others and kept prodding at his father’s feelings, “About what? Do you wanna talk about it?” Leo grinned at his son, he was rather smart for his age and tended to repeat what others have said to him, he guessed he got this phrase from Y/n.

“I’m just confused about my feelings right now, I’ll be okay, though,” Leo reached his hand out to muss Noah’s hair, “It’s late, mijo, let’s get you back to bed.”

Leo stood up from the couch with a soft groan and a small stretch, he bent down to lift Noah onto his hip while he carried the sleepy boy back to his bed. Leo knelt down onto the small bed and placed the small child back into his comfy bed. He tucked Noah in gently, brushed back his curly mop of brown hair, and kissed his forehead.

Before Leo could say goodnight and go back to the living room to hopefully apologize to Y/n, Noah had called out to him in a timid voice, “Daddy?” Leo looked back at Noah, leaning against the doorframe as he listened, “Hm?” It was hard to see how much Noah’s tiny body fidgeted with nervousness as he asked ever so quietly, “Can I call Y/n mommy? She’s real nice and takes good care of me. She even kisses me goodnight when you can’t!”

Leo’s eyes widened and his mouth went agape, he could hardly fathom the thought of Noah actually WANTING to have a mom. Noah has been content with just having a dad for as long as he could remember, he’s always just wanted a dad and nothing more, or at least that’s what Leo thought. He’s imagined many different times and had many dreams that his and Noah’s small family were complete, but never once did he think Noah would want Y/n as his mom. Leo cleared his throat, “That’s up to you, bud. If you feel that way then it’s up to you, just…” Leo paused and looked down at his feet, rubbing the back of his neck in guilt, “Just don’t get upset if she doesn’t like it, okay?”

Noah slowly nodded and slunk back down underneath his Bob the Builder blankets– a gift from his Uncle Percy. Having said goodnight to Noah, Leo shuts the door and stalks off to the living room couch to once more slump down in his own shame.

Meanwhile, Y/n had taken a seat on the kitchen stools and contemplated her next move. You knew that you had confused Leo to the point of anger with your change of feelings, but you didn’t want a relationship out of pity. How could you approach him now that he’s upset? You mulled over these thoughts for a good while until you decided it was in both of your best interests to sort this out now. You nervously peek around the corner of the kitchen wall and make sure Leo is calmed down. Once you scan his body for any noticeable heat marks with your eyes, you make your way into the living room, sitting down on the couch and alerting him of your presence.

He didn’t look up at you and even moved away from you when you sat down. “Hey,” You muttered, “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.” Leo shook his head and scoffed at your words, “Why is it always you?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, reaching out hesitantly to touch his arm, “What?” You scooted closer, testing your limits. Leo didn’t seem to notice your movement but retreated away from your touch, “It’s always you,” his voice cracked in emotion, hurting your heart as he continued, “I always lose control around you, I’ve never hurt you before though and I promised I’d never h-hurt anyone with my abilities, not again.”

Leo hid his face in his hands while mumbling somewhat incoherently, “I didn’t mean to hurt you… I’m sorry.” Your heart drops and so does your face, “Aw Leo,” You croon, “It’s not as bad as it seems. It just shocked me that’s all,” Your hand reaches out shyly to smooth down his curls, not making a difference of his wild curls. He flinched away from your touch, looking up at you with a gaze that looked more hurt than a kicked puppy.

“Your arm is red, it’s scarred and it’s all my fault,” His eyes started welling up with tears, “I love you, Y/n. But all I do is hurt you. When I left, when I was with Calypso, when I lost contact with you… How could you still love me?”

Your hand slid down to his cheek, resting there and turning his sorrow filled face towards you, thumb wiping away the stray tears that fell without his permission. You leaned forward and kissed him on his lips, slowly to savor the taste of him. The faint taste of root beer he drank earlier in the day lingered on his lips, mixing excellently alongside the sweet taste that was none other than the original taste of Leo.

You withdrew from the kiss, answering his question before you dived back in for yet another kiss, “Because you’re Leo Valdez, my best friend and the only man I’ve ever loved. I will love you always”




anonymous asked:

Messi is so screwed man...Barcelona is a mess, NT team is a mess. Why are all these people doing Lio wrong like that? They should feel ashamed. I want to kick everyone...Dybala Icardi Banega that bostero...Did we seriously got rid of Higuain for this shit? I can't believe I am missing Pipita and DiMaria.

i want to die. i cant believe this. i thought they would at least play with huevos.. not even that

  • Percy: What did one ocean say to the other?
  • Jason: *Trying to keep the mast up during a storm* I'm a little busy here Percy.
  • Percy: *Ignores him* Nothing, they just waved.
  • Jason: *Succeeds* Oh that's nice. You're funny.
  • Percy: Did you SEA what I did there?
  • Jason: Yeah I got it.
  • Percy: Are you SHORE?
  • Jason: Yes.
  • Annabeth: Stop tormenting Jason, your jokes suck.
  • Percy: Don't be such a BEACH.
  • Annabeth: Percy. Don't.
  • Percy: Water you saying?
  • Annabeth: Percy, I've heard all of them. You've told me each one more that ten times. Now STOP and help out or just do something productive.
  • Percy: Fine. If that's what you want, I'll just go KRILL myself.
  • Annabeth: ....
  • Jason: How long do these usually last?
  • Annabeth: He's not even halfway through.
  • Percy: None of you seem to care about the fact that I just TIDE.
  • Leo: Noooooo I FISH you'd come back.
  • Annabeth: I'm done with life. I had better hopes from you Leo.
  • Jason: Why dude. You have a better sense of humor than this.
  • Percy: I was going to stop but since Leo is a good friend, I SHELL continue.
  • Leo: Let's SAND the ones with no sense of humor away.
  • Jason: .......
  • Annabeth: Are you telling me they've never done this to you before?
  • Jason: Nope...
  • Nico: Damn, you're lucky.
  • Leo and Percy: *at the same time* THAT'S WHAT ONE RIVER SAID TO THE OTHER.
  • Annabeth: NICO.
  • Nico: I'M SORRY I FORGOT...
  • Percy: Are you guys tide of these jokes? Because i understand that after a whale they're kind of predictable.
  • Leo: Nah man I think they have their own porpoise.
  • *Five minutes later*
  • Annabeth: They haven't changed, have they?
  • Jason: Nope.
  • Annabeth: *sighs*
Spring Xander/Summer Leo C-A Support

Written by @agentmaplficent


Summer Leo: How embarrassing… To be summoned in this attire… Can one even fight like this?

Spring Xander: Leo? What are you wearing?

Summer Leo: Ah! X-Xander?! Huh? When did you change clothes? Weren’t you- wait… what is you’re outfit?

Spring Xander: Oh! Y-You must’ve been summoned from the… Summer Banner, was it?

Summer Leo: Yes… Nohrian Summer. Myself, Elise, Corrin, er, Big sister Corrin, and you.

Spring Xander: Oh gods. A summer Xander…

Summer Leo: You’re not Xander? I guess that explains the er… pastels.

Spring Xander: Please forget you ever saw this, Leo.

Summer Leo: I’ll try. But in return, find me some clothes. I hate being exposed like this.

Spring Xander: It’s dark in Nohr. Perhaps some sun will make you’re skin healthy.

Summer Leo: Oh Xander what strange clothes! Let me find you’re summer self to compare you two!

Spring Xander: Alright, I’ll leave!

Summer Leo: Finally…

[Spring Xander and Summer Leo have reached support rank C.]


Summer Leo: So hot… Why is it so hot in Askr?!

Spring Xander: Leo? Are you okay? You’re skin is red.

Summer Leo: I’m trying for shade, but nothing’s working!

Spring Xander: Perhaps because you’re cloak won’t be there only thing to help. Don’t you or you’re summer siblings have sun screen?

Summer Leo: Big Sister Corrin has it… but she’s sharing with Elise and Xander already. Not to mention she gave some to those from the other summer Banner.

Spring Xander: Yet she gave none to you?

Summer Leo: D-don’t sound disappointed in her! She offered but I declined. I was on the search for clothes. I even asked my fully dressed other self for some. He tried to help yet for some reason things kept getting in the way.

Spring Xander: You as well? It’s as if we aren’t meant to wear other clothes besides the holiday clothes.

Summer Leo: Yes. Well, at least my special attack allows some chill.

Spring Xander: And my special skill allows me a great healing advantage.

Summer Leo: Perhaps these clothes aren’t all bad. I’ve been getting stronger.

Spring Xander: Yes I agree… But I prefer my regular clothes.

Summer Leo: Agreed.

[Spring Xander and Summer Leo have reached support rank B.]


Spring Xander: You did you’re best Leo.

Summer Leo: I was doing so well against that thief! At least then I could’ve won!

Spring Xander: I understand you’re frustration. But you looked happy when you won against Summer Xander.

Summer Leo: I suppose… Big Brother, will I ever win these stupid gauntlets?

Spring Xander: The other Summoners on you’re team believed strongly in you. Next time around, I am confident that you will dominate in the next spectrum.

Summer Leo: Heh… Thank you, Xander.

Spring Xander: Of course little brother. Now go get some sun.

[Spring Xander and Summer Leo have reached support rank A.]

Can I Kiss You Right Now? Part II

Part One

I want to kiss you, I want to kiss you, I want to kiss you.

The words flittered across Leo’s mind, through his heart, dancing with his blood, until the will behind them was as much a part of him as the bones which kept him standing upright.

Which was funny, really, considering he felt entirely boneless under the warmth of her gaze.

When she looked down, playing with the ribbons on her dress, it seemed to kick start his brain. Shaking his head like a wet dog, it occurred to Leo that he was being rude. They’d barely exchanged greetings.

That wasn’t what he wanted at all, and certainly not how he’d imagined their reunion to be…

Though he hadn’t checked the etiquette on the matter. Before they’d become engaged, they weren’t allowed to be together privately in his own Kingdom (not that that had stopped them but those were the rules). He knew that the Holy Roman Kingdom, Skye’s kingdom, had become more liberal in matters relating to love since Skye’s sister had inherited the throne. But was it really ok for them to be together like this? Oh god, he didn’t want to ruin this, not when he’d almost lost her-

Fingertips brushed against his cheek and Leo blinked, his face turning hot at Skye’s suddenly close proximity. He had to physically will himself not to look at her lips. It was painful to do so and yet unbearable not to.

“You looked distressed,” she explained, in that soft way she always spoke, like their world was a secret one- one just for them. “If you’re worried about my reputation, well, I suppose I should care about that. But regardless, it won’t cause a scandal if we’re caught alone together.” She grinned. “I think my people have more common sense than that. It should hardly be surprising that two people who are to be married will want to spend time in each other’s company. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Leo flopped forwards with a sigh, the tension building in his muscles fleeing as his forehead buried into her shoulder. Skye chuckled, sliding her fingers through his hair. “My silly prince.”

“My smart princess,” he mumbled back, breathing her in, his hands daring to wrap around her. “Too smart for a fool in love such as I.”

“Oh hush,” she replied, stepping away from him with a playful quirk of her lips, and Leo stumbled, fumbling through the air. “You can read, can you not?”

Leo’s mouth opened in confusion, in the same way a puppy might react when one pretends to throw a ball. “You’ve- you’ve seen my library! I was reading First Impressions whilst travelling here, I found it to be charming and-”

Skye gripped his lapels, tugging him close, and suddenly Leo found that his lips were too preoccupied to form a defence of his literacy skills.

When they pulled apart, Skye blushing pink but smiling gently, he found that still couldn’t form words. Though he did manage to grunt out a rather sophisticated “hngarf.”

“Forgive me for being so bold,” Skye whispered, looking at him from underneath her long, pale eyelashes, Leo’s brain and heart simultaneously combusted. “I… find it- I find you endearing. When you become flustered. Well- that is true, but it is also true that I’ve been wanting to kiss you again. For quite some time.”

Leo cradled her chin, lifting it up and sliding his fingers to her cheeks. His touch soft, languid and adoring. Leaning down, his lips met hers once again in a much slower kiss than their previous one. “You only need to ask. I guarantee that the answer will always be yes. Unless I’m sick. But then that will only be because I don’t want you to be sick!”

Skye bit her lip and he had a fair idea that she wanted to laugh, so he leant down, pressing their foreheads together. “Also, if I’ve just had wine. Wine breath isn’t pleasant.”

Giggling, Skye rubbed her nose against his and Leo beamed. “Are there any other conditions to kissing you, dearest?”

“None that I can think of right now,” Leo replied, closing his eyes. “But then I’m finding myself distracted by you so I may think of some later. Are there any conditions for kissing you?”

“Try not to attempt it when I have a sword in my hand,” she replied, and Leo laughed.

“Noted,” he replied, as they kissed a third time, the last of the sun’s rays brushing against their skin as it disappeared beyond the horizon, leaving a brand new night in its wake.