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Marvelmas (9/13) - December 21 - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Words: 1257
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Tony, Wanda, Peter Parker, Steve Rogers
Warnings: Probably swearing.
Marvelmas Series!
Authors Note
: this one was fun because damn i love pietro

Marvelmas Masterlist. Masterlist.

You knew that Pietro celebrated different holidays than you, but he also knew what Christmas was as he did celebrate that as well. He just wasn’t into it as much as everyone in America. Of course, he and Wanda celebrated as kids, but it was more of an extra thing to celebrate.

As he lived in Sokovia, he didn’t hear much Christmas music, so it was your honor to introduce Pietro to the festive time. To be honest, you didn’t have much planned for his day. He told you from the start that he didn’t need one if you ran out of ideas, and he wasn’t just trying to get out of it. But you weren’t going to let him off that easily; especially for someone like him!

“I got the video you wanted. Now show me the Bucky fail, Tony walked to where you were sitting with a flash drive in his hand.

"Not now, I’m trying to come up with something to do with Pietro for today.”

“The list is failing you?” Tony gasped, making fun of you.

“Keep at your sass, and you won’t make it until Christmas,” You smirked at him.

Tony put his hands up defensively to let you continue talking. “Well, what does he like to do?”

“Be annoying? I don’t know! I’m out of ideas!” You groaned and threw your hands over your eyes. All of the sudden you felt a gust of wind and everything was cold.

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There You Are (Part 7)

This is a college AU. Instead of the professor/student relationship, how about a student/student one? Reader x Dean, with some familiar characters thrown in. This will be angsty at times, sad at times, maybe definitely smutty. ;)  Title borrowed from a Martina McBride song. As always feedback is more than appreciated. ;)

SUMMARY: A phone call from home brings up some serious issues.
WARNINGS: Guys, this one ... I don’t know what happened. This is FULL of possible triggers. OCD-like behaviors, mentions of past child abuse- both physical and verbal, current verbal abuse. I do not wish to make light of these very real situations, and I really hope I didn’t. 
TAGS: @spnfanficpond, @screeching-pterodactyl-fangirl, @bkwrm523, @jotink78, @supernaturalblogging. If you’d like to be added or taken off this list, please let me know!

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“You really didn’t have to walk me home, Dean. I’m sure she’s fine.”
“What? No, I haven’t seen you in like ages.”

Jo snorted.

“Yeah, okay. You don’t see me because you’re always with Y/N. Which is perfectly fine with me. I think you two are adorable.”

Dean rolled his eyes, and Jo went to open the door to their dorm room. She stopped, wrinkling her nose.

“It … it’s locked.”

She glanced back, exchanging a look with Dean, then passed her books to him so she could dig her keys out of her backpack. She knelt down, putting the bag on the floor, finding it easier to rifle through that way. Jo looked up, dark eyes meeting Dean’s.

“She didn’t come to class?”

He shook his head.

“I mean, I get skipping, you know? But she didn’t answer my texts or the call I managed to slip off and make, and—I’m paranoid, aren’t I?”

Jo smiled.

“Nah. Aha! I need a special key ring or something to find these easier.”

Jo zipped her bag, putting it on her shoulder and putting the key in the lock, opening the door. She stopped just inside, Dean nearly slamming into her back.

“Jo, your brake lights don’t work. Warn a guy, would you?”
“Crap, crap, crap.”
“What’s the … whoa.”

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Did You Hear That?

Characters: Sam x Reader

Words: 1076

Summary: The reader and Sam still try to grasp the truth. 

Part 6 in the Strange Series. Read Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here, Part 4 here, and Part 5 here.

I had to! ;) Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

So, you wanted some ficlet prompts? I've got one that's angel family a bit if you want it? I was thinking Gabriel, the awesome archangel that he is, knows all of his siblings and has some nice memories with all of them. Except one. There is this one fledgling who is incredibly quiet and serious. He doesn't like that. So he tries constantly to get the kid to smile but nada. Until... (I'm sure you can guess the rest) just brother fluffiness. Write only if you want. ~sensational!anon

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For jamespottersd and 4 anons

5. One night stand and falling pregnant

Sort of a sequel to the high school reunion one because loads of people asked for another part to that. Approximately 5300 words because I don’t know the meaning of short. Has some implied Naughty Nai times and is unbetaed (I haven’t even read through it properly because I’m knackered)

I’m writing things for this

When Lily woke up the next morning James was gone. She didn’t mind of course. That relationship wouldn’t have been going anywhere in the first place and they both knew it. Still though, that didn’t stop her from spending almost an entire hour simply lying in bed and revelling in memories of last night. Her muscles were sore and she had marks in the most strangest of places (teeth marks on her thighs and back, fingerprints on her hips and slight reddish-purplish bruises  littered all over the rest of her body- especially her chest.) He was a good shag. Pity it was only a onetime thing.

Eventually she did get out of bed and get dressed, downing a small vial of potion to cure the slight hangover, before cleaning out her flat. That was the only productive thing she did for the entire weekend. On Monday when she went back out to work Amira was waiting for her outside her office.

“I didn’t hear of any murders this weekend,” she said dryly in greeting as Lily approached. “I’m assuming you had fun?”

“Well I didn’t gouge out my eyeballs so I consider it successful,” Lily said lightly, tapping the doorknob with her wand, opening it.

“Did the dress work?” she asked eagerly, following Lily inside (making sure the close the door behind her- gossip travelled fast after all in the office after all) and draping herself over one of the chairs. She flicked her wand and two teacups floated across the room. With another flick she added water to each of the cups and tapped them to warm it.

Lily smirked, remembering how James looked at her in it. “Oh definitely,” she said, flicking through the stacks on her desk.

“Did you shag anyone?” she half teased, adding sugar to the tea.

She plucked a file from a stack that was tilting precariously. “Maybe,” she said, grinning to herself like the cat that caught the canary before flipping through the file.

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Hard To Get- Harry Mini Series: Part 8:

{ Catch Up Here; 12 , 3 , 456 , 7  }

You weren’t really sure what you would call your relationship with Harry. He wasn’t your boyfriend, you made that very clear. You refused to go as far as that. This was just a casual fling, you were merely exploring your options.

Or, at least that’s what you told yourself.

But he did everything that a boyfriend would do. Every single day for the rest of the week you’d walk outside and see him waiting for you in the driveway. Without fail. You’d always have your car keys in hand, as a fail safe in case he didn’t show up, but not once was he ever not there. And each day was the same story: You’d skip down to meet him, a big, surprised and bashful smile on your face, thrilled to see him. He’d give you this slow, sexy grin, and it was always his familiar greeting. “Hello, Gorgeous.” It was his favorite nickname for you. He never called you Y/N anymore, it was always a pet name. Not that you were complaining, not in the slightest bit. Then he’d reach for your hands, and pull you into his body, giving you two affectionate kisses-one on your lips, and the next on your forehead. And lastly he’d open your door for you, before driving you to school, holding your hand on the ride over.

In school he would always find you between classes when he got a chance. Not every in-between, but most. You weren’t sure how he knew your location every time, but he was always so damn accurate.

It was the second week of this odd, confusing fling you were in with him, one that you refused to answer any questions about from people at school, when you were getting some fries with Harry.

“So does everyone just completely overwhelm you with questions?” Harry asked you, stealing a bit of your ketchup. You sipped your drink, feeling your cheeks redden.

“No. I haven’t really told anyone.” He stopped chewing, and just stared at you, a flash of hurt appearing in his eyes before it was gone. “I don’t like talking about my personal stuff.”

“That’s bullshit,” he said immediately.

“Excuse me?”

“I know it’s only been a couple weeks, but I know you enough by know to know when you’re lying to me. That’s not the reason you aren’t saying anything. Why don’t you want people to know you’re dating me?”

“Harry, just drop it,” You pleaded with him.

“No, I want to know. Are you embarrassed to be dating me?” He demanded.

“Embarrassed? No! Harry, that’s not it.” You shook your head, looking away from him.

“Then what is?” He was so persistent.

“I don’t know!” You cried, throwing your hands up. He blinked at you, surprised. “I just.. I don’t know why I haven’t told anyone, okay? I just haven’t. I have no idea how to tell people that kind of thing, I’m not good at that stuff.” Harry nodded slowly, and it was like you could see the gears turning in his head. “I’m sorry if that bothers you.”

“No,” he said quickly. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” You chewed on a fry, staring at him suspiciously. There was something fishy about the way he said that, his expression, all of it. You just had no idea what.


The next day was Thursday, and you found yourself in Algebra 2, your least favorite subject, and your worst. You sat there staring at your shortened, chewed off nails instead of listening to your teacher drone on about substitution, because it wasn’t like you were going to learn any more by actually laying attention.

Your phone buzzed once in your left butt pocket, and you slipped it out to peer at the screen without the teacher noticing you. It wasn’t that hard, she was old and blind as a bat. Harry’s name ran across the screen. ‘Meet me in the caf at the bell.’ Your eyebrows furrowed as you sent back an ‘Okay.’ You weren’t sure what he wanted exactly. Sometimes you ate lunch together, but he didn’t usually have the same one as you, so it was odd he wanted you down there. Senior lunch. Hmm.

The bell went off a few minutes later, and you dragged your feet a bit packing your stuff up, before letting the sea of students carry you downstairs and into the cafeteria. You stood by the doors for a few minutes, waiting awkwardly for Harry, pretending not to feel the handfuls of eyes on you.

You spotted him standing in the middle after a little while, and made your way to him. He wasn’t facing you, and so you called his name out as you got closer. He turned, face lighting up as he saw you.

He met you halfway, and his hands cupped your cheeks, eyes searching yours. You froze as you could feel his body heat radiating off of him and onto you. Then he leaned down, kissing you hard for a moment. Not long or passionately, but enough to make a point. You were too shocked to pull away.

After a moment, Harry stepped back, leaning his forehead against yours. You were breathing hard, not from being out of breath but just from the pure insanity of the moment and the realization that you were center stage to over a hundred students. Harry smiled at you, not letting go of your face right away.

“You may not be good at this stuff,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear. You were too utterly speechless to say anything, completely standstill frozen under his intoxicating stare. “But I am.”

*** PART 9 ***

So I started watching Legend of the Galactic Heroes

Bad idea

by episode 3, it already was tearing my heart to pieces. Now and I’m on episode 10 I swear my the time I finish this series it will probably have ripped my heart to pieces, run it through a shredder, ground it in a mortar, and put it through a blender. Several times. This is going to be A REALLY GOOD SERIES >3>

Oh and did I mention the music is gorgeous and sounds baroque

*keeps watching*

Loving the Enemy 1/3

Originally posted by collisionofdcandmarvel

Pairing: Bucky x Stark!Reader
Warnings: Civil War spoilers. Angst. Slight panic attack.
Summary: The youngest Stark was left with her older brother after her parent’s deaths. What happens when years later she falls in love with her parent’s murderer?
A/N: I’ve decided to make it into a mini-series. College is really hectic, which means I won’t be able to post that regularly, but I will try my hardest. Love you all! @aseasyasdeanspie @bovaria
Word Count: 2000+

December 19th 1991

“Mommy? Do you have to go?” The young 6 year old asked her mother. “I’m afraid so darling, we’ll be back in a week. Okay?” The intelligent 6 year old nodded profusely before she turned and ran towards her older brother, pouncing on top of him in her Christmassy dress.

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anonymous asked:

I've never watched teen wolf BUT i am such a fan of stydia bc of your fics. can you give me the lowdown of them and their relationship? since season 1? i know thats a lot to ask for. :O or you can just give me the gist of it!

I WILL DO THIS, AND GLADLY. First, because I never ever pass up a chance to talk about Stydia. And second, because you asked and you read my Stydia fanfics even though you freaking haven’t watched TW and you have no idea how much that means to me. Fair warning, this might turn into a character study. And also, no matter what anybody says, I’m right.

Stiles and Lydia probably met in kindergarten– I’m assuming this, it’s not canon. What is canon is the fact that Stiles has had a crush on her since the third grade. When we first meet the characters, they are sophomores in high school, and that means that he has basically been pining after her for seven years. But he’s also been watching her grow and change into a far more plastic version of herself, and as the show goes on, it’s pretty clear to viewers (and, later, Lydia) that Stiles isn’t in love with the Queen Bee Lydia Martin, which we first assume he is at the start of the show. He is in love with the little girl that he had thought she would grow up into, the truer version of herself from when they were children. As the show goes on, both Stiles and circumstance help Lydia become that truer version of herself. Just fucking kill me.

For most of the first season, Stiles and Lydia don’t remotely seem like a viable ship. For one thing, she ignores him. There’s a scene in which he is saying to her that he’s always felt like they had an “unspoken connection” and basically pours his heart out to her. She nods at him like she’s listening and then it is revealed that she was on her bluetooth. My headcanon is that she wasn’t– but she’s nice enough to ignore him, rather than actually letting him down with words. I think that was the kinder thing for Lydia’s character to do at the time.

Their character development has been amazing– Lydia has changed for the better, and Stiles has grown out of his ridiculous puppy love for her and come to love her genuinely for the woman that she is. This is really important to understand: The love that Stiles has for Lydia at the beginning of the series is not the same as it is now. Okay. Good. Glad we covered that.

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You Make Me Smile...

Okay Kiddos, this is my first Imagine/Fanfic on Tumblr. 

This is a Spider-Man(Tom Holland) imagine and the reader is a young black girl. And in all my stories the reader or character will be black so…. I think we need more representation even in Fanfics. Don’t get offended tho, if you aren’t black or a POC you can still read and enjoy. 

And if you want more or have any request just hit me up!

The reader and Peter have been best friends since the 6th grade. After Peter gets his powers he ignores her and she follows him.

Warnings: Attempted Robbery, Cursing, fluff, and other stuff!

You had called Peter on his phone more than 3 times, and still no answer. It had been 6 months ago when had started acting weird and in those 6 months he had been ignoring you. You had seen him around school, always with a hoodie. He hates hoodies, why the sudden interest in them now, you thought to yourself. Then one day you had gotten a peek one day during lunch when he had accidentally took his hood off. 

You gasped and ran over to him. “Peter, what the hell happened?”

He looked away from you as you pressed him for answers. “Just drop it, Y/N!” he yelled. 

He had never yelled at you like that and his little outburst caused the whole cafeteria and Flash and his gang to stare at you two.

“Peter, you’ve been ignoring me! What did I do?” You whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. You felt so upset, your best friend was being a complete dickhead. Not to mention you had a huge crush on the guy since you both entered High School. 

“You didn’t do anything, it’s just I-I need some space. Some time to think.” And just like that he walked away, leaving you in the middle of the cafeteria with tears running down your face. 

“You okay, Y/N” Michelle asked running up to you. “Yeah girl, I’m…okay.”

Michelle grabbed your arm and led you back to the table with Ned and your other friends. Peter used to sit at the table now he was always MIA.

“I mean, I don’t know what the hell Peter’s problem is!” Michelle said shoving a fry in her mouth. 

You sat there listening to the crew analyze every possible thing that could be wrong with Peter. Everyone was going over everything, well not everything. They had avoided the most recent Tragic Event. 

“Uncle Ben.” You whispered. The whole table looked at you and then looked down at the table.

You remember Peter running to your Townhouse, banging on your door crying!


It was 2 a.m. and you were sleeping soundly and then you heard a bang on your door. You woke up frightened, and tiptoed out of your room. “Mom, Dad!”

A series of bangs proceed on your door and you heard your father curse. “Y/N, stay right here.” Your dad got up with a bat in his hand. 

You peaked over the railing and saw him open the door. “It’s just Peter!” he yelled up at you. Your mom behind you sighing and headed back to bed until she heard cries coming from downstairs.

You run as fast as you could down the stairs without hurting yourself. 

“He’s-” Peter mumbled as you grabbed him and sat him on the couch. “What Peter, what happened?”

“Uncle Ben is dead!” he yelled and he placed his head on your chest. You couldn’t move, you just sat there. You were frozen, motionless. You didn’t even feel the tears rolling down your face. 

Flashback end

How could you forget? You were the first person Peter ran to when Ben was shoot. You and Peter didn’t go to school for the next few days. But after that he just disappeared! He disappeared from your life, without a warning.  

You called him every day, no literally everyday. He never responded or answered your texts. You called May and told her. She tried to get him to call you back but still nothing. 

After another depressing day at school without your Bestie to get you through the day, you walked to the train station. 

You looked up from your phone and saw a glimpse of Peter. You checked the time and sighed. Shit! You texted your parents that you would be getting home late and decided to follow Peter. 

You followed Peter around and tried to keep your distance. You felt like a spy or some shit. It was weird every time you stepped on something small or every time you moved Peter would look back like he could hear you, even though you were a good distance from him. 

10 minutes turned into 30 and Peter seemed to be going nowhere. Then your pone buzzed in your pocket and Peter looked back. You  hid from him and aswered the phone. 

“Y/N, where are you?”, Dad asked. “Ummm, just out.” You said while still keeping your eyes on Peter. You walked behind a couple and tried to get off the phone with your dad. 

“You with friends?” you roled your eyes, “Yes sir, we are just out, you know exchanging ideas for a group project.” You lied effortlessly. “Mhmmm, you’d better be home before the street lights come on.” he said and hung up.

After hanging up with Dad, you saw Peter head into an alley. You tip-toed and peaked around the corner. He wasn’t there. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a couple of times. I swear I just saw him. You shook your head and then sighed. 

That was freaking pointless! You headed back to the train station. It would be getting dark soon, so yo power walked back. You stopped by Starbucks and grabbed a Raspberry Milk Tea. And then the street lights cut on. You knew right then and there that you were so grounded. 

You rushed to the station and weren’t being aware of your surroundings. You hadn’t noticed the guy following you for 4 blocks. He caught up to you and grabbed you arm. “Scream and I’ll shoot you!” He whispered. 

He pulls you into an alley and hols the gun to your face. “Now give me what you got and I won’t hurt you.”

You were shaking and you took off your backpack. “Look, I d-don’t have anything. Just papers and you don’t look like the scholarly type.” Shit, why did I just say that.

“You tryna be funny bitch?” He yelled as he pressed the gun to your stomach. 

“Hey man, didn’t your mother ever tell you not to call a woman that? What would she say?” A voice said. 

Both you and the robber looked around, “Up here!” And then BOOM! a burst of blue and red swung in front of you, knocking the robber on his back. 

Spider-man! You didn’t know too much but he seemed pretty cool.He continued to fight the douche and web him to the wall. 

He picked the gun up and took it apart. “Huh, no bullets!” He laughed in the robber’s face and through the pieces at him. 

“Hey man, stop it!” The robber called out!

“Hey man, stop it!” Spidey mocked. You snickered. Spider-man had got so lost in taunting the criminal that he forgot you were behind him. 

He picked up your backpack and handed it to you. “I believe this is yours, beautiful!” 

You smiled and grabbed it from him. “You have a beautiful smile.” he sighed and titled his head. Your stomach tightened. His voice sounded so familiar, so warm. 

“Well, you- you make me smile.” You whispered looking down. His gloved hand lifted up your chin. And you both stared at each other. He broke the stare and scratched his head. “It’s late, and I’m pretty sure your parents are pretty worried. Do you need a lift?”

You titled your head, “How?”

He pointed his hand to the building and on command a web like substance shoot out of his hand. You gulped and shook your head. “No Thanks.”

“Come on Y/N/N!” He froze and cursed at himself. He called you by a nickname that only one person used. 

“Peter?” You whispered walking toward him. He shook his head, “UMm that is a name that I have never heard of!” He changed his voice. You heard the sirens and figured the police were coming to bag up the webbed up robber still behind you. 

“Do you need a lift o not ma’am” He said, still trying to hold his ridiculous voice. 


You almost threw up, but by the time you got home you were having a good time. He landed on your roof and you got off his back. He crouched down like in pain like you had weighed a thousand pounds. “Hey!”

“Just kidding! You were as light as a feather!” He was about to take off when you called his name. “Peter” He turned around and you walked toward him. You put your hand on his mask and slowly took it off. 

A pair of warm brown eyes stared back at you. “Why didn’t you tell me!” 

“I-I couldn’t! I didn’t want you to get hurt!” 

“You know you hurt me more by ignoring me. I thought I had did something wrong.” 

He grabbed your hands and kissed them. “I don’t want you to ever think that! You did NOTHING wrong. You were the perfect best friend. I was just being an-”

“Asshole,” You both said at the same time. You both laughed. “I miss that smile.” He whispered. You looked up at him and his cheeks got red. “I miss you,” You said, squeezing his hands. 

“So do you forgive me?” He asked. “I don’t know…” You smiled grabbing him in for a hug. Your arms around his neck and his arms around your waist. You both stayed like that for awhile. “I love you.” He whispered in your ear. You pulled away from his embrace. “What?”
“Y/N, I love you and-”

He couldn’t even finish his sentence before you pressed your lips to his. He was stuck but he caught on and kissed you back. You pulled away for air and laughed. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for a long time!” He said breathlessly.

“Same!” That’s all you could say. You wnet in for another kiss and then your phone vibrated. “It’s your dad.” 

“How did you know that?” 

“I can hear him inside cursing and walking around the house.”

You looked at him weirdly. “I’ll explain it all to you later!” He smiled kissing you on the forehead and wrapping his hands around your waist, with your back on his chest. “Hi daddy-”

“Don’t you ‘Hi daddy’ me! Where the hell are you? Your mother and I are worried sick and-”

“You explained to him what happened- minus Peter being Spider-man and you guys making out on the roof. “You know your grounded right?”
“Yes sir.” You sighed. You could hear Peter laughing and you slapped him on the chest. 

He grabbed the phone and spoke. “Hello sir this Spider-man!”

You could hear your dad freaking out and fan-boying out over him. “I’ll have her in front of your door in less than a minute.

 He hung up, handed you the phone and put his mask back on. Without warning he grabbed you and jumped down onto your stoop. The door opened and your dad grabbed you and shook his hand. 

After your dad manged to talk Peter’s head off, Peter swung away. Your dad turned around and looked at you.

“So were does his webs come from?” He asked. 

Unbelievable! “Am I still grounded?”


Author’s Note: I hoped you guys enjoyed it! 

I know it was long, but I have this thing of typing EVERYTHING  in my head or the story won’t feel right to me!

Please feel free to ask me stuff or suggest stories!

Writing War part 11

I genuinely do not know if this made me feel better or worse. Enjoy!

Suggested song: Someone Told Me by Jake Bugg

Too much, too fast, too fast, too fast, too much. No, no, no, no….

Nico couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t anything. This was what he came for but this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Leo wasn’t supposed to be with some other guy and he wasn’t supposed to look so surprised and Nico shouldn’t have been so, so dizzy.

“What are you doing here?” Leo asked, narrowing his impossibly important eyes.

Nico wished he wouldn’t look at him like that. His stare held every accusation Nico had been hurling at himself for months, only so much louder.

“I…” Nico’s mouth was dry and his mind blank. How could he possibly justify anything he’d done in the wake of those eyes that screamed their pain at him…

“Um, should I go?” Purple Shirt asked, breaking the spell between them, “You seem like you two have a lot to talk about.”

“No, stay.” Nico managed, “I was just leaving.”

“The hell you are.” Leo’s voice comes out as a feral growl, a raging sort of strength Nico never imagined Leo had, “If you think you’re getting away that easy you’re sorely mistaken. Sit.”

Nico sat.

“Ah, Eric, was it?” Leo gave the Purple Shirted boy a soft, sincere smile, “I really am sorry about this. Another time maybe?”

Nico tried to swallow the bile rising up in his throat as they exchanged pleasantries. He’d clawed a small chunk out of the table without realizing it by the time Eric left.

Leo sat himself down across from Nico. Now that the other boy was gone, resentment and furry and sadness rolled off him in waves. Nico had told himself he was prepared for this, prepared for Leo to hate his guts. After all that had been the goal of all this, right? He needed Leo to hate him so he could see how…wrong they were. He needed Leo to hate him because otherwise he’d never be strong enough to leave him alone. And he knew he was poison to Leo.

The air was thick with tension, charged with unspoken emotions. Nico could feel it weighing heavy on him like barometric pressure.

It was he who broke the silence first.

“Leo, I…”

“No.” Leo cut him off, “No. You’re not going first. You’re not allowed to apologize to me. I don’t want you to tell me that you’re sorry, if you even are. I don’t care anymore, I really don’t. What I want is for you to tell me how you could just leave your sister alone like this. That poor girl has been losing her mind.”

Nico winced, “I didn’t…I didn’t think…”

“Of course you didn’t.” Leo gave a longsuffering sigh, “You didn’t think because you refuse to accept that anyone could ever…love you.”

That was it. That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. That little hitch in Leo’s voice, the way his eyes darted away and his shoulders slumped. Those words that Nico had longed to hear but could never accept…

Nico cried.

Unlike the last time, he held nothing back. He couldn’t. He’d been such an idiot not to see what he had. He hadn’t kept anyone from being hurt and he hadn’t kept anyone away from him. He’d just torn apart any chance he’d ever had at happiness and taken his friends down with him.

He’d taken Leo down with him.

And that was without a doubt the worst part. The one person who’d loved him even at his worst and all he’d done in return was lash out at him, bite him, break him.

Sure, he’d thought of all of this before, but it was different seeing those bright coffee eyes up close. It was different when he had to see the mess he’d made.

Because even though the light was back in Leo’s eyes it wasn’t the same. It was fractured into pinpoints like stars. It reached him but from such a distance that it could go out again and he might not know for a long time.

So he cried. He shuddered and shook and heaved and nearly screamed with the force of emotion that impaled him. His vison was blurred to nothing but colors like an abstract painting he couldn’t quite understand. His throat clenched and his lips shivered but still he forced out words.

“I’m sorry.”

He repeated the little mantra over and over as if it could explain everything. He knew Leo must be thinking he was pathetic but that was true. Without Leo he was pathetic, just a tin soldier standing alone in the eye of a storm.

But then Leo’s voice was in his ear and it was warm the way he hadn’t been in so long. It was a fireplace at Christmas, it was his mother’s arms squeezing him tight, it was Bianca’s laugh, and it was Leo. Above all things it was Leo.

“Nico, breathe.” He murmured, his warm arms holding Nico close, “You’re going to pass out if you keep hyperventilating like that.”

Nico focused on Leo’s voice, catching the words like life lines. He obeyed and slowly calmed his breathing until it was just a little shivering thing.

“Better?” Leo asked.

Nico nodded because his throat was raw. He wouldn’t have known what to say anyway. If he spoke Leo might realize what he was doing and let go.


They sat there another long moment, holding onto each other like rocks in the middle of stormy seas. Nico didn’t want to let go of Leo ever again. Not now that he knew how important he was, how precious.

Leo sighed, “You’re such a little shit, you know that right?”

“I’m sorry.” Nico winced, his voice sounded like a dying bull frog.

“I told you I don’t want you to apologize to me. There’s nothing you can say that will make me less mad at you.”

Nico nodded again, fighting against the hysterics trying to climb back up his throat. He knew this, he reminded himself, he knew Leo probably wouldn’t forgive him. He knew.

“I know.” Nico crokes, “I don’t blame you for hating me. And I…I know its selfish and awful and really stupid but I wanted to see you. I shouldn’t have come but I had to…”

Leo pressed his forehead against Nico’s his, eyes were squeezed shut and he looked like he was struggling.

“Nico di Angelo I swear you were born just to fuck me up. I don’t hate you. I can’t hate you because I love and I don’t think I’ll ever stop that particular dumb activity. And you’re right, you shouldn’t have come but….but I’m glad you did.”

Nico’s eyes swam with tears. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. It was impossible but he’d hear it. He’d heard it as clear as day and he wanted to cry again.

"L-Leo?” Nico didn’t even attempt to keep the tremor from his voice.


“I love you too.”

If Nico didn’t have the ability to sense death he would have assumed Leo had died by his silence and his stiffness. He’d locked in place and his breathing had all but stopped. They’d had many long, silent moments together but this one had to have broken whatever record they’d established.

Nico panicked a little, having not anticipated his own words. He hadn’t meant to burden Leo with that too…

What?“ Leo asked as he regained control of himself.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that, forget I-”

“Say it again.”

Now it was Nico’s turn to be confused, “What?”

“Say it again.”

“I-I… I love you Leo.”

Leo leaned in closer to him and whispered, “Do you know how long I waited to hear that? Any goddamn clue of how much that means to me? An inkling maybe?”

“I know I should have said it sooner. I knew I would hurt you and I didn’t want you to get attached to me when I did. That plan didn’t go so well.”

Leo scoffed, “I’m not some girl you’ve got to protect, Nico. I’m a little insulted actually that you didn’t think I could handle you.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Nico shook his head, “I don’t have any idea how to be kind to someone. And after…after Percy I’m a bit fucked up on love, too.”

“Breaking News, you’re not the only one, dumb shit. Details at ten.”

Nico laughed despite himself. He’d missed Leo’s humor, even if it was a defensive shield.

“I’m learning. Its just taking a while.” He murmured back.

“Four years it a lot longer than a while, asshat. Four years for most couples warrants an engagement, not the first ‘I love you’.”

“I know.” Nico found himself nuzzling against Leo affectionately, “I’m stubborn.”

Leo snorted, “Understatement much? That’s like saying G-“

Leo never got to finish his sentence as in the next heartbeat Nico was being ripped away from him and hurled onto the floor. It took him a moment to adjust and because of that he didn’t block the first punch. It caugh him across his mouth and split his lip open without a problem.

“What are you doing here?” An angry voice roared at him, “What gives you the right to show your face around here you sorry son of a bitch?”

Nico raised his arms to block the next punch Jason rains down on him, but it hurts any way. He doesn’t struggle because Jason is right to be angry at him. Fighting him would be wrong.

“Jason!” Leo snapped at the blonde, “Stop!”

“Why should I after how bad this little creep hurt you? And what about Hazel? She’s been crying every night since he took off. Even Annabeth was upset!”

“Hey!” The bartender shouted over all the clamour around them, “if you’re gonna fight, take it outside. And pay for that drink or I’m gonna lend him my bat.”

In a series of hostle shoves, Nico paid for his drink and exited the bar with Leo and Jason on his heels. Not surprisingly the first thing Jason did the instant they were outside was take a swing.

The normally level headed son of Jupiter packed quite a punch and Nico’s vision blackened as the hit connected to his temple. He stumbled and caught himself on the wall but made no attempt to resist the kidney shot that followed.

“Jason, stop!” Leo yelled again, “I know you’re mad, and you should be, but hitting him won’t fix anything!”

“No, but it might make me feel better.” Jason snarled, delivering one more swift hit to Nico’s stomach. He crumbled to his knees, gasping and clutching at his belly.

Then there were legs in front of his face. He winced before realizing they were facing the wrong way and much too skinny to be Jason’s.

“Trust me, I know better than anyone what he did and I am still mad as hell. But beating the shit out of him really isn’t going to help.” Leo said, defensively.

“Please tell me you’re not doing this again ” Jason’s voice was concerned and almost pleading, “Please don’t tell me you’re going to take him back after everything…after all the progress you made…”

The answer must have been plain of Leo’s face because Jason cursed and slid his hand roughly down his own face.


“Don’t lecture me Jason. I’m a big boy and I can handle myself. I’m still not going to drink or do drugs or any of that other stupid shit, but I told you I love him. As someone who met Cupid in person and is currently dating a daughter of Aphrodite I figure you can probably understand better than anyone what that means.”

Jason sighed deeply, “I do. But if he hurts you so help me I’ll kill him.”

Leo smiled his best trouble maker smile, “Oh you won’t get the chance.”

Jason shook his head slowly, “For the record I think this is a bad idea.”

“No doubt, its a terrible idea. But I’m the King of Terrible Ideas so I think I can make this one work.”

Jason hesitated before nodding, “I hope you’re right. I wish you happiness and I hope you can find the real Nico do Angelo somewhere underneath all that crap. For both your sakes.” He aimed an intense look at Nico before turning to walk from the alley.

“Thanks Jase. We should be back at camp tomorrow.”

Jason gave a wave that said he’d heard but didn’t stop walking.

Leo let out a loud breath and turned to where Nico still knelt.

“I rented a room for tonight. Lets go get you cleaned up, okay?”


Luckily some serious bruising was the extent of Nico’s injuries. He’d refused Ambrosia since he felt like he deserved the wounds and Leo didn’t argue.

Nico simply laid back in the large bed that dominated the little hotel room and tried to focus on breathing.

Leo was showering since he’d gotten a little more than worked up during the ‘fight’. The sound of the water hitting the walls of the shower was strangely soothing to Nico. The longer he focused on it the more he felt a sense of calm sweep over him.

In the four years since Percy had died water had become an untouchable for Nico. He couldn’t even run the tap without wanting to break something. Yet here he was finding himself soothed by the sound of a shower. He wondered when that had happened.

His thoughts were interrupted by the screeching of a knob being turned and the shower’s soothing hiss-drop sound cutting off.

A minute later Leo walked out of the bathroom, a towl wrapped around his waist and his hair still dripping. He was humming some song in Spanish.

Nico let his gaze wander over the flesh he could see and a feeling of warmth expanded in his belly. Not heat, just a sort of warm like he’d just drank a cup of tea. He wanted to hold Leo close to him and revel in how soft he was. He wanted to know what his hair smelled like and he wanted to learn the difference in heat between his breath and his hands.

Nico had never been much for intimacy but just then he craved it with all of his being.

“Leo?” He asked softly, “Can I…can I hold you?”

Leo arched an eyebrow at him, “No.”

Nico blushed a brighter shade than he thought he was capable of, “Right. Sorry, I uh…”

Leo heaved a sigh and sat down beside him and ran his fingers through Nico’s hair. The younger boy leaned into the touch and closed his eyes.

“What are you doing, Nico? You’re acting so weird.”

Nico dropped his gaze, “I’m tired Leo. I can’t keep being so angry all the time because it feels like I’m drowning in it. I’ve spent four years being so mad I couldn’t see anything but my own problems and I can’t be like that anymore. I’ve hurt too many people.”

Leo stared like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, the blatant look of surprise on his face might’ve been funny or insulting.

“You’re not wrong but how…what brought you to this?”

“I spent a few days in the underworld having a massive breakdown. Funny enough it was because of a little girl’s ghost I snapped at calling me a ‘meanie head’ that made me really get it.”

Leo didn’t attempt to disguise his laughter, “Wow, yep quite the eye opener there. Nothing like the brutal honesty of a little girl.”

“I’m serious.” He said softly. “After that I sat down and thought about that I was doing. What I was really doing, not what I’d been trying to convince myself I was doing. I realized how much I really missed you.”

Leo sighed, “Well you picked a hell of a time for that.”


“I know, you’re sorry. Quit it, there’s nothing apologizing over and over will accomplish. At the end of the day I’m still mad, you still fucked up and a bunch of  people got caught in the crossfire. So I’m not going to say something stupid like ‘I forgive you because I love you’ or ‘we’ll make it alright’. This one is on you, baby boy. You broke it, you fix it.”

Nico nodded slowly. He didn’t have the first idea of how to go about it, but he would fix it eventually. Somehow…

“Now quit giving me those sad puppy eyes. Its making me feel bad." Leo sighed as he swept Nico up into his arms.