When the real baby comes
King Caspian X You
Summary: When King Caspian's wife is missing one morning, Caspian sets out to track her down after hearing some surprising news. (Post the Dawn Treader)
Warnings: None! Quite fluffy!
I couldn't have jumped fictional men more than going from Mark Hoffman to Caspian, but here we are far down the rabbit hole of one of my old childhood crushes. I've never written anything for Caspian so it was time to do him justice. Plus KING Caspian just does something to me. There is soooo much potential for him!
Caspian always missed his Queenâs warmth whenever she chose to wake before him. Rolling onto his back, the left side of the bed was cold, the pillow still at a diagonal from where the Queen had slept. His hand runs over the sheet as his mind wanders to just what could have lulled his wife from Caspianâs arms. Most likely an early morning ride, but you could do that any day. Perhaps youâd gone to make breakfast as you were sometimes inclined to do. Maybe youâll come striding in with a picnic basket, ready to invite Caspian out to the shores of Cair Paravel.
It is a Sunday after all, the one day you and Caspian always dedicate to each other. It would be nice to spend one of the last days of Autumn on the beach before it gets too cold to enjoy it.
Caspian lets the daydreams linger as he fully comes round for the day. There is still no sign of you, and so Caspian pulls back the duvet, pushes back his hair and attempts to face the day. At lease Sundays mean no holding court and there are no diplomatic guests to host this week. Itâs a rare day that is entirely Caspianâs own and he intends to spend it with his wife.
There is a note left on the bedside table, thatâs more like his Queen. Caspian reads it with one hand while he pulls out a dark shirt and matching pants to wear for the day.
Youâve gone out with the wolves, again? That makes it seven times in one month, which is generally excessive. What would be so important that you couldnât wait to tell him in person?
Shrugging on boots and an overcoat, Caspian sticks his head out of the Royal Quarters, âTrufflehunter?â Thereâs a small cough from an armchair a short way down the corridor, near the stairs. âI know youâre there.â Caspian stands in the doorway, hands resting on his hips.
âMy King,â The badger comes shuffling to greet him, dropping his head in a show of respect, âGood Morning.â
âI hope it will be,â Caspian glances behind the badger, but no one else is with him, âThe Queen left me a note saying sheâs out with the wolves. I know that means youâve seen her today.â
The badger appears to be acting sheepish, âWellâŠyes.â He says, âYou know how the Queen is, my King. There is no persuading her to wait when her mind is set on something.â
âDid she tell you what is so important that sheâs out with the pack again?â
âShe said she was getting in some training with the youngest cub.â Trufflehunter is fiddling with his fingers, âAfter all, no one has a way with the wolves like Her Majesty does.â
Caspian hand comes to rub at his face, âYes she has mentioned that, but why does she not wish for me to join her? Donât think I havenât noticed she likes to go out when Iâm preoccupied, or having a rest.â
âIâm certain you do so much for Narnia, that rearing wolf cubs is the last of your priorities.â
Caspian canât quite fight back his sigh as he sags against the doorframe, âAlright time to come clean, old friend.â
The badger sputters at once, âYour Majesty?â
âWhat is she hiding?â
âNothing!â
But on a stern look from Caspian the badger crumbles, âIf I am entirely honest with you, I donât quite know.â Trufflehunterâs nose droops in the direction of the carpeted floor, âHer Majesty has been acting suspicious as of late. Last night Trumpkin found her ensuring her tack was prepared, most likely for todayâs excursion.â
âSheâs taken Tempest?â Caspainâs alarm begins to rise, âWhy are they going so far as to need her horse?â
âWolves run fast?â
Caspianâs had enough, if Trufflehunter will only give him half-answers then Caspian will go to his next source. The badger hurries after him as Caspian takes long strides towards the breakfast room. Seated at the long table, Trumpkin the Dwarf drops his toast on his beard on seeing the Kingâs expression, âI told her to wait for you!â
âWhat is she up to?â Caspian doesnât bother with a greeting, he and Trumpkin go too far back to bother with niceties.
âYou know whatâs sheâs like with those bloody wolves.â Trumpkin resumes buttering his toast, âObsessed with them. I know how much she did to make the Narnians accept the wolves again after the White Witch, but they got on fine before she started hand rearing them herself. Wild animals, arenât they, even if they do talk.â
âThereâs more to this than either of you are letting on.â Caspian deduces, catching the look Trumpkin sends Trufflehunter between Caspianâs legs. He takes a measured breath, aware of the other Narnians present at the breakfast table, including Lord Bern. âMy Apologies,â Caspian offers.
âA runaway Queen, dear Aslan my boy.â Lord Bern shakes his head, âCould it be something you have said or done?â
Caspian thinks back, âNoâŠI donât think so?â
Had he, was his Queen off galavanting with her wolves because of him?
âNo,â Trumpkin is quick to interject, âNo, no nothing like that! She just said that she wants to practise with the littlest cub, so that sheâs ready for when the real baby comes.â
Silence falls as Trumpkinâs eyes widen. His hand slaps over his mouth as Caspianâs adrenaline surges into overdrive. He looks back to Trufflehunter to find the badger too is glowering at the dwarf, âWell done.â The badger rolls his eyes, âA fine way to tell him.â
Lord Bern rises from his seat, âMy KingâŠâ
Caspianâs body feels like lead, his feet trip over one another as he tears out of the breakfast hall, âExcuse me, Lord Bern!â He shouts, breaking into a run. Caspian knows he must look a stare, running through the halls of his castle, out onto the grounds and practically slamming open the stable doors.
Destrier lifted his head lazily, âWhatâs got you so upset?â The horse asks, watching as Caspian seizes the nearest saddle.
âWe need to find the Queen.â Caspianâs voice is the one he uses when leading into battle. Itâs a tone Destrier picks up on straight away, as the horse doesnât complain when Caspian fixes his bridle in place and swiftly mounts him.
âWhich way?â Destrier asks and Caspian pauses, stricken for a moment. Would you go North to Owlwood, or South near the Rush River?
If you were training a wolf cub, Caspian is certain you would want to end up near the Dancing Lawn, or perhaps pay your respects at the Stone Table? He sets off heading South and vows to ride until he finds you.
Once they are out of Cair Paravel and the surrounding villages, Destrier wrinkles his nose, âI smell wolves.â He calls, âWeâre on the right track.â
âGood,â Caspian calls, pushing Destrier into a full gallop. âI hope youâre ready for quite the ride, my friend. My wife doesnât exactly keep near the castle.â
âSheâs as bad as you!â Destrier returns.
Over an hour into their ride, Caspian hasnât seen any sight of you. Destrier continues to follows the wolves air scent, which is good enough for now. Caspianâs kept busy by the whirlwind of thoughts rattling through him. Finally, when they are almost at the Dancing Lawn, Destrier whinnies. A wolf is padding along through the grass, unable to camouflage itself amongst the crunchy Autumnal leaves. As Caspianâs eyes peer through the trees, more wolves come into sight till finally Caspian spies Tempest, your blindingly white horse walking dutifully by your side.
Youâve heard Caspianâs noisy arrival, as he slows Destrier to a stop beside you, âCaspian?â His name leaves your lips as he swings a leg off Destrier and drops onto the ground, âWhat on Earth are you doing following me?â
âIs it true?â Heâs panting so hard he can barely get the words out. You come to a stop, one hand wrapped around a golden lead. On the other end is a snow white wolf cub, barely twelve weeks old.
âIs what true?â You ask, bewildered at the sudden appearance of your winded, sweaty husband.
Caspian glances at the wolves, who have started to inch closer to their friend. Caspian knows they would never hurt him, not since becoming friends of Narnia, but itâs still disconcerting to have your entire packâs eyes on him. He takes you gently by the arm, âAre you pregnant?â
Caspianâs question sends a ripple through the animals. The wolf closest to the cub, one Caspian knows as Dara comes to stand by her cub on instinct, while your horse, Tempest inhales loudly beside you. Caspian cares for no oneâs reaction but your own. Your mouth falls open softly, âWho told you that?â
âTrumpkin said you were out here practising.â Caspian takes your hands in his own, the cubâs lead dropping amongst the leaves. âYou must know you donât have to run from me, or feel like you canât tell me.â
âCaspian,â You begin, but Caspian has to get it out.
âI know we havenât spoken about it much, but I would be more joyful than-â
âCaspian.â You say laying a hand on your husbands chest. Your firm tone combined with your touch is enough to settle Caspian just to hear your answer.
Your eyes soften further, sympathy shining through as your hand runs up his chest to cup his cheek. He doesnât expect the plummet his heart takes as Caspian can read the answer on your face, âIâm not pregnant.â You murmur, thumb stroking his stubbled cheek.
He maintains the eye contact and you donât break it, âYouâre certain?â
âWe would smell if the Queen was with child.â Dara says, nosing at her own cub. âShe would smell stronger.â
Your other hand takes Caspianâs own and lead him away from the pack, behind a large Hickory tree, âYou came riding all this way, because you thought I was pregnant?â
âYou have been out with the wolves often, I have noticed.â Caspian insists, clutching to his reasoning which seems wild now he thinks on it. âTrumpkin said you were practising for when the real baby comes.â
âAh,â You bite the inside of your cheek, âI can see where he became confused.â You say, your tone still annoying gentle. âI am out working with the wolves, but not because Iâm expecting. If I was with child Caspian, I promise you that you would be the first to know. I wouldnât leave you clueless.â
Caspian swallows, working through the information, âTrufflehunter also seems to believe you are.â
âThose two spend most of their mornings gossiping together.â You roll your eyes, pushing some of Caspianâs unruly hair out of his eyes, âYou should hear what they say about the Dryads.â
Caspian allows you to gently fuss over him. Your touch never fails to calm him as his arms wrap around your waist and his nose buries into your neck. You hold him tight and Caspian tries to push down the swell of loss he feels. You pick up on it anyway, placing a kiss to his lips, âYou are the best husband I could ever ask for.â You assure him, âYou rode like a madman to come track me down.â
âI had to know.â Caspian says, âI was ready to tell you off for riding.â
âOh donât start.â You push him away lightly, âYouâd better not become a helicopter father or Iâll start getting truly sneaky.â
He catches your hand in his and pulls you back into his arms, âIâm sorry for startling you.â Caspian murmurs, âYou must have thought something had happened.â
âFor one horrible moment.â You nod, letting your fingers play with his hair. Caspianâs eyes slip shut, taking in your body and your warmth once again. Around him nature calls with life, the wolves padding impatiently on the ground, the rustle of leaves in the wind and the playful whispers of the trees.
âHang on,â Caspian pulls back enough to see your face, âSo if it wasnât us, whatâs the âreal thingâ youâre practising for?â
You glance from your husband to Dara. The wolf mother nods, her cubâs lead now between her teeth. You walk over and take the offered lead back into your hand, the white wolf cub bounding along beside you as you begin to walk again. âYou know I have a bit of a habit for rearing what some would call dangerous animals.â
Caspian falls into step with you, âA bit?â He jokes, âBetween wolves, marsh-wiggles and sprites. If it hadnât been trying to kill us, Iâm sure youâd have jumped off the Dawn Treader and tried to befriend that Sea Serpent.â
You wrinkle your nose and with a gesture of your hand, the wolves reform their hunting formations, spreading out across the woods, âWell I might have found something that may just beat out a sea serpent.â
You lead the way for another fifteen minutes or so in the direction of Aslanâs How. A route Caspian has become less familiar with than years ago, nostalgia fills him as you tread across the open field towards the great tomb. The land still bears the odd mark of battle, craters where Caspianâs grand ambush plan had succeeded litter the once flat field and tree roots wind across some of the gaps, forming bridges one with good balance could walk across. Caspian expects you to stop near the entrance, âWhat are we doing here?â Caspian didnât even know you knew of the How, never mind what this place had meant for Caspian. Sanctuary, security, victory. You hadnât been present in Narnia when Caspian made his stand against his Uncle Miraz. Back then you had been nothing more than a legend, imprinted on the walls of the how.Â
The How is continually lit by torchlight, a feat no one quite knows how or why. Caspian assumes old magic, the presence of the Great Lion himself still within the walls of such a sacred place. You venture into the narrow corridors, but you donât head towards the Stone Table, instead you veer right. âI wanted to keep it somewhere warm, but protected.â You turn to Caspian, âYou can feel the magic in the air here. Aslan still watches over.â
âNot as much as you.â For Caspian never felt as in tune with the Great Lion as his wife did. His fingers run past a mural of the Kings and Queens of Old, past a more recent mural Caspian never remembers seeing before. A White Knight faces down the White Witchâs wand. Caspianâs stomach flips as he catches the familiar hair which streams from the figureâs helmet. âItâs you,â He murmurs. âThe first time you were in Narnia.â
âAnd the second,â You point to another mural, there you are again dressed in your signature white battle armour. This time on a parapet of the old Cair Paravel, a horn raised in one hand against the army of Trechebuchets Caspianâs ancestors had used to destroy the castle during their invasion. You donât pay it much heed, instead you keep pressing deeper into the tomb. âI do wonder when another will show. Thereâs much the walls could document from our adventures at sea.â
As you come to a stop, Caspian realises the wolves havenât followed you both inside the tomb. Itâs just the King and his Queen.Â
He peers over your shoulder as you kneel down before a nest of hay. He watches your hands disappear and remove an egg from the hidden hay pile. âWhat is that?â He breathes.
âIâm not entirely sure,â You admit, âBut based on the scales and size, I have a good guess.â
Caspian stares at the egg you hold out for him. Itâs the largest he has ever seen, not that Caspian has seen many eggs larger than a chickens in his lifetime. His eyes flick to yours and that sickening feeling is back, âIt canât be.â
Your eyes are dancing with excitement, âI think so.â
âNo,â Caspian takes a step back, âTheyâŠThe mother would never leave it.â
âI saw her.â You say, âYou know thereâs been more and more poachers as of late. Calormens stepping onto our lands, wanting to harvest the creatures magical properties. I saw her fly off, if she wasnât being persecuted then she would never have left her egg.â
Caspianâs mouth drops open, âIs that what youâve been doing?â He asks, âYouâve been out looking for a dragon?â
âThatâs why I took the wolves.â You say it so simply, so easily. âTheyâve been helping me track her. We think sheâs near Underland.â
Caspian takes your face between his hands, âWhat do you plan to do when it hatches?â
You answer is evident, âOnly until we can reunite the baby with itâs mother.â
âThe dragon books in the library.â Caspian pinches the bridge of his nose, âI thought you were just interested in the legends. Thatâs all I thought they were, legends.â
âYou saw Eustace as a dragon, did you not?â Sarcams fills you voice, âYou know as well as I do that dragons are very much real and exist in Narnia.â
âThen why havenât we seen them?â
You donât have much of an answer, âLook whatâs happened to the first one we have.â You say, âHunted for her scales and goodness know what else.â
Itâs your turn again to assuage your spouse. You place the egg carefully back amongst the hay pile and cover it up again, âDo you trust me?â
âYou know I do.â
âThen you have to know that I wonât let this go.â
Caspian rolls his head back in a slow circle, âNo, you wonât.â He meets your eyes and barely holds back his own smile at your excitement. âBut we are finding the mother and you are giving that egg to her as soon as possible.â
You nod, happy now youâve got your way. âIâll gladly welcome the help dispatching the poacher groups along the way too.â
âYou will be the death of me.â Caspian grumbles, as you wind your arms around his waist and place a kiss to his cheek. âIf I didnât admire your heart so much, Iâd leave you here in the woods where you belong.â
âYou made me your Queen,â You almost sing, âYou canât get rid of me now.â You wind your arms back around Caspianâs neck, âAnd whoâs to say that once weâve reunited baby and mother dragon, we canât get to work on our own baby?â
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cair paraval
caspian x reader / no pronouns used / not rq
warnings: a couple swears, physical touch (as in not 18+ but still), mention of the word 'dress' but you can interpret that as any type of dress really
summary: you decide to reminisce on a select few memories of the beach at cair paraval in your room, one morning.
genre: yes it is fluffy but there's some slow burn/yearning thing going on, allusion to a modern!au in narnia, although u can assume itâs the same
notes: cyberball comeback! *crickets* anyway this is my highest word count thus far. ben barnes is actually fatal cuz now I'm obsessed with a character from my CHILDHOOD who I completely forgot even existed. alas, here we are, because caspian is a very very close second to Leo valdez, and I'm head over heels for that man. all this is to say, this will probably not be the last caspian fic and who knows, maybe I'll figure sth out for peter n ed as well!!! anyway enjoy i hope u like it
11:03 | 2896 words
11:45 AM
The spring breeze brushes against your face, and your eyes close in appreciation. From your balcony, the beach of Cair Paraval looks stunning; clear blue waters and a high tide to match. You let your thoughts linger on all the nights youâve spent on said beach with a certain king of Narnia. You almost get up to try to find him, but you sit back down, realizing he must be busy. Your memories will have to sustain you for now.
4:23 AM â 1 month ago
Caspianâs hand came up to brush his hair out of his face for what seemed like the hundredth time that night â the sea breeze was relentless. You silently laughed at his efforts, as he leaned back into you, having given up on trying to tame his hair. His tall frame had somehow managed to sit snugly in between your legs, Caspianâs head resting on your chest. You were leaning against an enormous oak tree, the leaves swaying in tandem with the wind.
âGet up, you big goof,â you said, rolling your nightshirtâs sleeves up, determined to help him with his hair. He looked back at you for just a second before obeying your command. You loved his hair either way but you could tell it was annoying him right about now.
âWhat, you donât like the unruly look my hair has taken on?â He asked, sitting up properly. You shook your head in amusement and looked away under his glance, pretending to look around for the clip you always kept on you, in case a predicament like this arose.
You gathered a little of his hair and tied it in place with the clip, letting a few pieces in the front fall out. The half-up-half-down look was his and your favorite.
He rested his head back onto your shoulder, looking ahead, the two of you still sitting. You had a ritual wherein you took one night each week to watch the sunrise. Now, even as the sun slowly woke up, the Narnian night sky glittered with tens of stars, and you wished you could look into his eyes. The black always reflected the light perfectly.
You two had been dating for about 2 weeks now. Caspian was your best friend and the person you trusted the most. Back when all you could think of on nights like these was your imagination of what it would feel like to have his lips against yours, looking into his eyes was a gesture far too intimate for two friends to share.
But now that it was a reality, you moved him off your shoulder and moved forward, so now you were facing him. On instinct, he picked you up by your thighs and placed you on his lap. Giggling, you took his stubble-covered face in your hands. After staring into your eyes for a length of time most people would find uncomfortable, he looked up at the sky. And there it was; the sky condensed into his eyes. He looked back up at you, and you couldnât help but kiss him. You wondered how you ever lived without knowing the taste of his lips.
5:09 PM â 3 months ago
The sun filtered through your hair as you managed to push through it. It was setting, and the horizon looked particularly capturing today; pink and orange clouds shielding its light. Speaking of the sun, unbeknownst to you, yours had come up behind the spot you had claimed on the sand. Placing a kiss on your head â and consequently making butterflies fly around in your stomach â Caspian took the place next to you, as he often did.
More often, heâd only made rare appearances in your solitude, as the mantle of being king had taken its toll on his free time. You had found yourself reminiscing on the time when every other free second you both had, you would spend with each other. You would train together as well, and while that hadnât necessarily stopped, he had significantly less time to do so. So you missed it, and you missed the close contact, where you could pass off the hitched breaths and stuttering glances as something other than what they were.
Caspian was your best friend. Nothing more, although you found yourself coveting the same. You donât quite remember when it changed; when the way you looked at him turned from friendly appreciation to lingering on his smile. You felt that maybe he felt the same when heâd make you laugh and then drink in your reaction; when you showed him a new dress and his gaze lingered on you for far more time than was needed to look at the dress; when, a few days ago, you were playing with his hair, as you often did, and he unabashedly stared at your lips; and even now, when he kissed your head and instinctually rested his hand on yours. His thumb caressed your palm, and you had to physically restrain yourself from melting onto the beach.
At least then you could be washed away with the sea. You could feel his gaze on you. âWhat, idiot?â You asked him, not turning to look at him, a playful smile playing on your lips. âThatâs no way to address your king,â he replied smoothly with a smirk of his own. You wanted to wipe it right off his stupid, pretty face.
As happy as you were with his presence next to you, you didnât forget how your getaways to the beach were much frequent just you now instead of you both. âSorry, Your Majesty,â you muttered sarcastically. You winced as his face fell at your tone, immediately regretting your words, knowing how he literally had no time for anything other than his duties. You couldnât be mad at him for that. He beat you to the apology, âI am sorry. I know I have seen you less and less these past few weeks, and itâs not an excuse, merely a reason, but my work as king has taken up most if not all my time. Regardless, I could have made time for you. Aslan knows youâre much more important to me than anything else,â he spoke the last words under his breath, but you caught them.
You both had talked about this before â how much you meant to each other â but every time he brought it up, your heart beat just a little bit faster. âCas, donât be sorry. I know youâre busy and itâs selfish of me to be mad at you for that. Iâm sorry,â you replied, looking away. âYouâre not being selfish. Youâre the least selfish person I know. Youâve done nothing wrong here,â he said softly, pushing your hair behind your ears. A hue of red dusted your cheeks at the gesture and you smiled up at him, âItâs okay, Cas,â you assured him and noticed his eyes crinkling at the nickname, âJust promise to meet me whenever you can,â you said, playing with his fingers. âYes, I know, I will use all my free time on you. You donât have to tell me twice,â he says, a glint in his eyes. You laughed amusedly, âYouâre a good king, you know,â and he searched your eyes for any sign of a lie. He didnât find it, even behind your teasing tone. âJust because I dedicated my free time to you?â he questioned and you pretended to think, âHmm⊠yes.â Laughing
, you rested your head on his shoulder. You were happy to have him, even if your affections could only be as intimate as best friends.
2:58 AM â 2 months ago
You had just made a particularly hilarious joke, and Caspian had been laughing about it for what seemed like ages. âMy god, calm down,â you managed to say through your own laughter, and he silently brought his forehead down to your shoulder, his own shoulders shaking from laughter.
After finally calming down, he said, âNever do that again,â a smile still brilliant on his face, despite the dim moonlight filtering through the clouds. âWhat, never make you laugh again?â you grinned, sucking your teeth, âsounds like a challenge to me. Iâm too funny,â you joked, running your hand through your hair. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Caspian roll his eyes at you, and you wordlessly shoved him for it.
âThat cloud looks like your hair in the morning,â you pointed out, gesturing to a cloud by the sea line. Caspian looked at you with an unamused face, âHa-ha. Very funny,â he replied deadpan, but a grin eventually broke out on his face.
A long, comfortable silence stretched out between the two of you. You carefully rested your head on his shoulder and tried to take this for what it was: two friends enjoying each otherâs company, and not letting your thoughts wander to a hope where maybe, someday, you could be more than that. Because it could never be. Caspian did a great job of reminding you of the fact when he piped up, âToday was sort of terrible,â and in response, you looked up at him through your lashes, beckoning him to continue. âThe court is back at it with the marriage proposals and potential alliances,â he explained, and your heart dropped.
Oh. âAny of the potential matches interest you?â you questioned, silently hoping the answer was no. Regardless, you braced yourself for the impact, but he replied, very softly, might one add, âNo,â and ran a hand through his hair. âReally?â you asked in an unamused tone, ânone of them?â you were a tad bit eager to know his true feelings. So he pointed it out, âDesperate, are we? Why do you want to see me married off so quickly?â he asked, a smirk playing on his annoyingly pretty face. There was a sort of desperation in his eyes that you didnât quite catch, however.
âOf course not, Your Highness,â you teased, âCurse me for wanting to see my king happy,â and rolled your eyes. âAnd anyway, itâs quite the opposite,â you muttered under your breath, sure that he wouldnât hear it, but he did.
Fuck. He understood what you meant by it as well; he always did, and now he looked at you with something newfound in his eyes. Shit.
Silence. Why wasnât he saying anything?
âThat is the last thing that would make me happy,â he finally spoke, and you silently sent up a prayer to whichever god let him ignore whatever you had said.
âAnd what would?â you asked, a teasing tone in your voice, but you both knew you genuinely wanted to know. Were you a possibility?
He didnât reply. You chuckled softly and slightly shoved him, âWhat? I asked you something,â you said, still giggling. Your laughter had brought a smile to his face and you wanted to evaporate.
He took one of your hands and started absentmindedly playing with your fingers, as he often did. âI just⊠itâs a little funny to me how many times Iâve asked you that same question and youâve not responded,â he confessed, black eyes staring you down, and then moving away when you hesitated in responding. âWe tell each other everything,â a pause, âRight?â he asked, and hundreds of unsaid feelings poured into the small gap between you two, which he was slowly but surely closing. All the while his hands were still on yours, and you wondered if this was it. The day you finally get to call him yours, or the day you part ways.
âCaspianâŠâ was all you managed, a little choked. Had his face always been so close to yours? You swore you could feel the beat of his eyelashes on your face, which was no doubt painted deep red right about now. It didnât matter, because so was his.
You never knew eyes could speak like this â albeit, Caspianâs had always been able to, but never to this degree â begging, desperation, and hope, all in just two pupils. You literally were choked now; words had left you. You always told him, in matters of romance, you would never be able to make the first move. He had always laughed at that, the irony of you being such a bold and fearless person, yet being afraid of showing vulnerability like this. Although he himself could never chide you about that; both of you knew his stubbornness, especially in affairs of the heart.
He was not a daft man. A little oblivious, sure, but he knew the way you looked at him. You hadnât tried to hide it either; in some masochistic way, even though you had your doubts about his feelings, you still wore yours on your face. You regretted it sometimes, when if he ended up listening to his court one day, then you would feel like a fool for putting your heart out on the line.
But so had he. Later on, you would realize that you were much more oblivious than him. He had half the decency to never completely assume that you were interested in him romantically, but he knew you. And you knew him.
So it made sense now to you. His lingering glances, especially those on your lips; the forehead kisses, which he had started a long time ago before you thought of him this way â however, they had grown much more frequent and much less chaste; and, oh. The words he said to you just a couple of days ago, lounging in his bed, your head in his lap, when you had joked about him being in love with you, âIâm not going to deny it.â You knew when he was joking. This was not such an instance, even though, immediately after, he tried to play it off as such. You knew it. Why hadnât you said something?
Your name fell from his lips now, once more, a silent plea.
His lips ghosted over yours once more. You closed your eyes briefly, as you did when in a predicament, and exhaled hard.
Caspian sent up a prayer to whichever god would take it and made to connect your lips. You met him halfway.
You remember the first kiss like the back of your hand. You just about whimpered when his taste reached your tongue; the taste of the chocolate you both had snuck just a few minutes earlier was fresh on his lips. His rather large hands steadied you by your waist, and you still felt like crumbling by his touch.
A few seconds later, you pulled away reluctantly, out of breath. His eyes slowly fluttered open and his face was redder than you had ever seen it. You grinned and pecked his lips once more, and he felt your smile on him. It wasnât a feeling he thought heâd ever experience.
Giddy, he mirrored your smile and kissed you harder than the last time.
âI knew you had a thing for me,â you said, right after he pulled away, breathless and smiling. âIâm not going to deny it,â he gloated, and you rested your forehead on his shoulder, laughing.
You were going to deal with the court some other day. It was just you and him right now.
11:56 AM â Present time
âEnjoying the weather, my love?â Caspianâs voice sounds out as his arms wrap around your torso. You slightly crane your head to look at him, shamelessly staring at his frame; simple white button-up, black pants. A rather handsome look on him.
âYour pick-up lines have always been terrible,â you remark, turning your head back around, a smirk on your face.
âAnd yet you were just checking me out,â he shoots back, resting his chin on the top of your head. You roll your eyes in response. âCheckmate?â he teases.
âWhatever. You can hardly blame me when you look this good,â you respond smoothly, turning around to face him while raising a hand to play with the ends of his hair.
âHave you seen yourself?â he says comfortably. His hands are resting easy on your hips and his gaze is on you, focused like you hung the stars in the sky. He always looks at you like this.
You shake your head, silently laughing, and crane your head to look out at the waters. Itâs true that no one loves the sea quite like Caspian does, but thatâs the very reason you appreciate it. His eyes light up when he talks of his adventures and voyages. Interestingly enough, there have only been two instances when the joie de vivre shines in his eyes; once when he thinks of the sea, and twice when he thinks of you. Youâve noticed it. The thought gets you giddy each time.
Thereâs a comfortable silence between the two of you. He places a kiss on your head and leans down to kiss your lips. Every time he does, it feels like the first time. Your eyes flutter close, and you notice something more in the way his lips move against yours. A message.
And then you realize.
Three words.
He pulls away, exhaling softly. A pause.
âI love you,â he says, your name on his lips like it always belonged there.
You waste no time. âI love you too, Caspian,â and he grins.
You mean it. And Aslan knows he means it too.
tagging: @noorie101 @padfootagain (one of my fav cas writers <3) â if u wanna be tagged please send in an ask!
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posting update for cyberball!
i am now opening my requests: for Caspian (Peter, Susan and Edmund as well, i don't exactly know how to write for them yet but i can try if it's a fun request) so send them in!! Also for pjo hoo most characters so send them requests my way!!! In usual cyberball fashion posts will be very irregular so i am sorry butttttttttttttt yes
after the caspian fic i wanna clear my drafts so some expect some short imagines/blurbs from my old bday celebration that i never posted!!! also a vv short leo fic
after this i'll probs be writing more for caspian and pjo hoo as usual !!!!
Asks are always open, talk to me!! and u can also tag me in ur fics if ud like!!!!! send me ur hcs or anything for pjo hoo n narnia characters!!!
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can I be tagged in ur prince caspian fic?
ofc!!!!
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big shocker, i've been obsessed with caspian from narnia recently. So stay tuned for a needlessly long fic!!!!
iâll tag it here when itâs done!! send an ask if u wanna be tagged xxx
edit: here it is!! go show it some love <3
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SIEMPRE
leo valdez x fem!reader
author's note oh em gee u guys when i say i had an epiphany,,, i mean it!!! this fic better not flop jshjhs xo
word count 0.4k
warnings fem!reader, leo being smooth mf, spanish, petnames, mentions of forgetting a date & fights, like one swear?
ᄫᥠlittle romantic gestures ; helping you wear your necklace and kissing your neck softly
you came into bunker nine alone, but the mirror in leo's makeshift bedroom reflection held two people.
"corazĂłn."
"leo," you said. you didn't take your eyes off of the charm on the necklace you were trying to put on. the clasp just wouldn't, well, clasp. you saw him reach up to the necklace and gently take it from your hands.
"im sorry, cariño," he whispered. as his hands worked the clasp onto the chain, his brown eyes met yours in the reflection. "i know you were looking forward to trying that new restaurant."
" 's fine, leo. you were busy." the last word came out harsher than you expected, and you saw leo's face fall ever so slightly. leo had promised to take you to dinner and a walk through the strawberry fields after, but he bailed because some ares campers needed him to fix their spears or whatever. the night had ended in an argument, when you, all dolled up and ready for your date, had barged into bunker nine to find leo in old sweatpants and a stained camp shirt, his face and hands covered in dust and grease.
"no, its not fine, amor". his head dipped into the crook of your neck and he started pressing kisses to your skin, working his way up to your jaw. the necklace was cold against your flushed skin. "i should have told them that their stupid spears to wait until tomorrow." his breath was hot against your ear when he whispered, "te quiero para mal o para bien. esperarĂa por siempre y para siempre."
since being with leo for almost a year, you've picked up some spanish. the words whirred through your (short-circuiting) mind for a few moments before you turn to him, lips almost touching, and say, "did you just quote taylor swift at me? in spanish?"
"maybe," he grinned. "did it work?"
"oh, you ass," you laughed, swatting him on the shoulder. his grin widened and he grabbed your waist, picking you up and spinning you around.
"no sabes que tanto te amo, quierida," he said, putting you down. "oh, and you look great in that dress," he added, winking and waggling his eyebrows.
you groaned and grabbed his wrist to check his watch; 8:46 pm.
"we're leaving in four minutes," you said, pointing a finger at your boyfriend's chest. "i'm going to put perfume on and then we can leave, okay?"
"okay," leo replied, stealing a kiss before gently pushing you towards his bathroom. at nine, you still hadn't come out. leo poked his head around the corner and saw you touching up your makeup and hair. "weren't we supposed to leave at nine?" he asked, leaning against the doorframe.
"just wait!! i have this baby hair and its bugging me," you huffed, trying to pat the non-existent hair down.
leo smiled. "siempre." that was how long he'd wait for you.
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14. happy birthday, repair boy
word count: 2.6k
t/w: cursing, lots of angst
You put the last of the decorations up, taking a breath of relief for the first time in forever. The gang had offered to set up early with you, and of course, being the wonderful mom and hostess she is, Sally Jackson was more than eager to help around and lend her house as the party spot. Orange and black streamers and balloons hung from the ceiling, both of Leoâs favorite colors. The blue cake Percy had made was the centerpiece of the perfectly made table, with âHappy Birthday Repair Boyâ in Piperâs messy handwriting written on it. Everything was perfect, except for one thingâ your rocky âfriendshipâ with Leo.
âHow much longer till heâs here?â Piper asked. âHe just thinks you guys are having a boysâ game night, right?â
Percy nodded. âHeâs only expecting Jason, Frank, and I. I canât wait to see the look on his face.â
âTen minutes,â Jason chimed in. âHe just texted the group chat.â
âTen minutes,â you repeated, mumbling under your breath. Ten minutes to pull yourself together, act normal, and put on a face for everyone.
The only person who seemed to notice your anxiety was Annabeth.
âHey, are you okay?â she asked, resting a hand on your back and leading you over to where Percy was sitting on the couch.
âIâm fine. Just worried,â you sighed. âHow are we supposed to be normal in front of fifty people when we canât even be normal when weâre alone?â
âI promise it will be okay,â she reassured. âYou donât have to put on a face for me, or anyone. Speak your truth, and if things get too hard, we can just escape to Percyâs room. Right, Percy?â
Percy grinned. âOf course, y/n. And if he does something to hurt you again, Iâll drown him next time he takes a bath.â
Annabeth smacked him. âDonât say that!â
You smiled for the first time since getting to the party. âThanks, Mom and Dad.â
Percy ruffled your hair, and Annabeth wrapped you in a side hug. âOf course, babe.â
Just then, a ring was heard at the doorbell.
âQuick, everyone hide!â Piper yelled. People scrambled, and Sally hit the lights as she opened the door for Leo.
âUm, hello?â he said, walking into the apartment.
âSURPRISE!â everyone shouted at once, turning the lights on to reveal the amazing setup. âHappy birthday, Leo!â
Leo put his hands to his heart dramatically. âWow, all of this, just for little old me?â
âUnfortunately, we do care about you,â Frank replied, rolling his eyes. Hazel just giggled.
âOf course you do, of course you do,â Leo encouraged. âAnd who is responsible for all of this?â
Annabeth pushed you towards him. âY/n is. She planned the whole thing and decorated the whole place. We just assisted.â
You stuck your tongue out back at her. âGive yourself and Percy some credit, Wise Girl. It wasnât all me.â
âWow, really?â Leo said, taking a step towards you, and looking you in the eyes for the first time in what felt like ages. âThank you, y/n. I mean really, thank you. This is incredible.â
You smiled and wrapped him in a hug, finally feeling okay. His warm embrace brought a familiar red blush to your face, an embrace you havenât felt in so long. A wash of relief filled your body and you never wanted to let go.
Leo pulled away and locked eyes with you. âIâm sorry for being weird. Thereâs just been so much stuff going on, and Iâve been really confused about my feelings lately, and Iâm working on building a new project, which is stressing me out, andââ
Cutting him off, you hugged him again, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your head in his shoulder, nearly knocking him over.
âShut up, repair boy. Itâs okay.â
âItâs okay?â
âYeah.â
âAnd weâre okay?â
âYeah.â
He wrapped his arms around your waist, and everyone cheered.
âFucking FINALLY!â Piper yelled. âNow, letâs get this party started!â
Being in a whole new headspace, the party was a blast. Piper blared Top 40âs hits and set up pong in the kitchen while the boys really did play video games in the Percyâs room. In addition to the seven, Nico, Will, and Rachel, just about everyone showed up. Reyna, Thalia, Nyssa, Connor, Travis, and even Grover made a surprise guest appearance from his world environmentalist tour. Percy was thrilled and tackled him in a hug upon his arrival (Sally, unphased, knew all along).
The night got even better when you were sitting on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through TikTok when Leo joined you, plopping right next to you.
âHey mamacita,â he said, casually putting his arm around you and filling you with that oh-so-familiar butterfly feeling. Everything was finally as it should be. But surely, things couldnât be that easy. Could they?
You smiled, your nose crinkling. âWhatâs up?â
âOh, nothing, just the fact that my best friend in the whole world hasnât personally wished me a happy birthday yet. I am eighteen now, you know. Can do legal adult things likeâŠuh⊠sending you to jail for this.â
You playfully punched him in the arm. âEighteen is when you can go to jail, not send people to jail, you dork. And, I planned and threw this whole thing, just for you. Is that not âhappy birthdayâ enough?â
Leo raised an eyebrow. âNuh-uh. Not until I explicitly hear it from you and you only.â
âHappy birthday, drama queen,â you replied, smiling. âBut if you had been patient enough to wait, you would have heard me say it upon giving you your gift.â
His ears immediately perked up. âGift?â
âYes, stupid.â
He inched closer to you, his face a mere inches from yours. âWhy canât I have it now?â
You pushed him away by the chest, giggling. Doing that delicate dance of friends-but-not, just like you used to.
âYou are literally two years old. Iâm giving it to you along with everyone else, later. Promise itâs worth it.â
He sighed, defeated. âWhatever you say.â
Just then, you heard a noise behind you.
âPsst!â
You glanced around, seeing where it came from. Across the room was Piper, frantically gesturing for you to go over to her. You rolled your eyes in fake annoyance.
âLooks like Iâm being paged. Catch you later, repair boy,â you said, heading over to her. âHey, Pipes. Whatâs up?â
She linked her arm with yours. âCome play pong with the girls and me.â
She led you over to the pong table, where Annabeth and Hazel were already set up.
âUs versus them,â Piper explained. âFirst to get plastered beyond comprehension wins.â
You grinned. âIâm in.â
The game started, with Hazel missing and Annabeth landing her ball perfectly in you and Piperâs cup, pumping her fist in the air. The game progressed, and after ten minutes or so, everyone was just tipsy enough to be giggly and bad at the game. But for the group of girls that consisted of your best friends, something seemed off.
âWeâre awfully quiet,â you retorted. âWhat, am I in trouble or something?â
Hazel sighed, putting both of her hands on the table in a serious manner and locking eyes with you. âY/N. You know we love you very much, right?â
Almost immediately, you sobered up. âOh god. This isnât an intervention, is it?â
âNo, no, no!â Annabeth clarified. âNothing like that. Itâs just, um,â
âWere you really planning on forgiving him that quickly?â Piper blurted.
You threw your hands up in frustration. âI thought you guys were JUST telling me to try and move on and not let things get to me!â
âWe were!â Hazel replied. âItâs just that things just seemed to happen a little quick. Thatâs all.â
She came over to put a hand on your shoulder. âWe just want to make sure youâre okay.â
âGirls, I am TOTALLY fine,â you insisted. âIâm not falling again. Weâre just friends. Like we used to be.â
Annabeth and Hazel exchanged nervous glances, but Piper seemed satisfied with that answer. She squeezed your hand.
âOkay, babes. Whatever you say.â
Just then, Percy walked over from his bedroom where the boys were playing Mario Kart, Jason, Nico, Will, Leo, Grover, and the Stolls trailing behind him like baby ducklings. He clapped his hands obnoxiously. âPresents time! Circle âround.â
You and the girls giggled as you walked over, making a circle on the fuzzy blue rug in the living room like you were all in elementary school again. Everyone grabbed their gifts and got situated, Leo squishing on one side of you and Piper on the other.
Leo rubbed his hands together in anticipation. âItâs about time! I want Y/Nâs first,â he stated.
âNo way,â Piper retorted. âSave the best for last.â She stuck her tongue out at him.
âI hate you.â
âI hate you back.â
The night progressed as Leo opened gifts from everyone, perfectly reflecting their friendships. Percy got him a waterproof pocket multi-tool, Piper got him a shirt with a âyour momâ joke on it (which Leo loved and laughed hysterically at, donât worry), Annabeth got him a giant architectâs book of blueprints for projects they could work on together, Frank got him mints that supposedly lower your voice (no surprise there), and so on. Finally, it was your turn.
You were feeling a thousand different emotionsâ anxiety, excitement, nervousness, anticipation, fear, and so many more. Trying not to let any of these emotions show, you handed him your bag, drunkenly rambling about the present inside.
âSo, I know Iâm not as good at making things as you, but I really did try, and you might think itâs stupid, andââ
He cut you off, flashing that warm smile that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter every time. âYân. Iâm sure itâs perfect. Nothing to worry about.â
Your shoulders sagged and you sighed in relief, but the relief was only temporary. Right as his hand was on the first bit of wrapping paper, ready to grab and open it, a ring was heard at the door.
Percy frowned, getting up to answer it. âWe werenât expecting anyone else. Give me a second,â he said.
Before opening the door he glanced in the peephole, and upon lifting his head away from the door, he looked sick. His face was almost as green as Poseidonâs seaweed castle.
Anxiously, he waved Annabeth over. She peered into the peephole the same way he did, looking equally as nauseous afterward.
The two whisper-shouted nervously, causing you to hear mumbles of âWhat the hell are we supposed to do?â, and, âWe canât just leave her there, can we?â
Piper and Annabeth locked eyes, and you could tell a silent understanding passed between them. You felt like everyone in the room knew who was at the door except for you.
Annabeth sighed. âJust open it, Percy. What else can we do?â
Nothing on earth could have prepared you for who was at the door. There she was, wearing a beautiful white gown that was way too dressy for the event, her silky caramel hair pulled back into a braided bun. And worst of all, she was carrying the perfect gift: a stuffed animal replica of Festus. Why hadnât you thought of that?
All of your worst insecurities encapsulated into a single person: Calypso.
Your jaw dropped to the floor.
Before anyone could say anything, she made her grand entrance.
âSurprise! Iâve come to celebrate my favorite boyâs birthday!â she shouted.
Leo immediately shot up. âCalypso, w-what are you doing here?â
She smiled an evil smirk. âI told you Iâd be in town, didnât I? How could I resist saying hi to you? I just want to make up, repair boy!â
âHowâd you know where we were?â Percy growled.
She batted her eyelashes, attempting to put a spell on him. It didnât work. âDonât you remember, Perce? Me and you, we used to have a thing. Back in the day. Before she came along,â she sneered, giving Annabeth a nasty look.
Percy had to physically restrain her. âOh, it is on.â
âCalypso, no one wants you here,â Frank chimed in. âJust leave.â
You stood up, fuming and gaining a sense of self-respect for the first time since she arrived.
âAre we sure no one wants her here?â you said, stepping towards Leo, ready to let everything loose you had been holding in for the past few weeks.
Hazel tugged at your shirt, looking up at you anxiously. âY/N, youâre drunk. Maybe this isnât a good idea.â
You pushed her hand away. âNo, Hazel. I need to do this.â
Leo nervously glanced at you. âWhat do you mean, y/n?â he said, stuttering his words.
âClearly, youâd want her here at least a little bit, considering youâve been talking to her and entertaining her behind my back. For weeks, now.â
Everyone gasped, and Piperâs hand loudly flew over her mouth.
âHow did you know that?â Leo asked, inching away from you.
You stepped closer to him. âOh, so it is true. So even when Iâve done everything for you, done nothing but be there and support you always, and take you back a million times, youâd still choose her over me? Really?â
âY/N, itâs not like that, really, I promise, I told her no, itâsââ
âOh, and I canât forget,â you said, glancing at Percy and Annabeth, âI had to find out from other people. Friends who actually care about me. Since my so-called best friend couldnât be bothered to.â
Leoâs eyes widened. âPercy? Really? Câmon, man!â
Percy put his hands up in defense. âIf two of my friends are fighting, Iâm always going to be on the side of the friend thatâs being less shitty.â
Annabeth nodded in agreement. âAnd for all of the emotional damage youâve caused her, itâs pretty clear to see whoâs the shitty one.â
Leo put his head in his hands. From the doorway, Calypso giggled, enjoying all the chaos she had just caused. You had forgotten she was even there.
You walked over to her. âAnd donât even get me started on you,â you growled. âDo you really think you can just march back into his life like no time has passed? Where were you when he was crying to us every day of spring break, heartbroken over your sorry ass? And now you show your face for the first time in months on his fucking birthday? Has anyone ever told you no in your entire life?â
Her face turned pale, but her fear was only temporary, and she regained her arrogant confidence within a matter of seconds.
âOf course I can do whatever I want,â she claimed. âAnd Iâll prove it right now. So Leo, do us a favor and make this easy for all of us and choose, in front of everyone: me, or her?â
It was so silent you could hear a pin drop. No one dared make a noise, for fear of getting caught in the crossfire.
Leoâs eyes darted between the two of you, unable to say a word. âIââ
âSave it,â you said, grabbing your bag and the gift with it and getting ready to go. âIâm done hearing your sorry excuses. Because right now, Leo Valdez, you and I are done.â
With that, you ran out the door and into the apartment hallway, ignoring Piper, Hazel, and Annabethâs cries asking you to wait. You blared music in your ears, muting your notifications getting on the nearest train, and doing whatever possible to get home as quickly as possible. As soon as you were in your cozy apartment, you collapsed on your bed, alone for the first time in forever.
And then you cried.
yours truly || leo valdez x fem!reader smau
a/n: and there it is!! i know this chapter is lowkey corny and SO cinematic but I couldnât help doing so for the big buildup. i hope you enjoy!!!
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⥠for a demigod - l.v âĄ
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leo valdez x reader, hurt/comfort
leo has a nightmare, which would be fine if he wasn't a demigod
dreams were incredibly inconsistent for the regular person.
for a demigod, they could never wake up being sure of what was real and what was really just a nightmare. it could be a difficult distinction, and it required a clear head, not the confused rambling of leo's brain.
he woke up slightly sweaty, looking over at you fast asleep, with even breaths. shaking the curls from his face with a slight pant, he swung his legs over the bed, going into the bathroom to splash his face with some cold water.
once leo had stared himself down in the mirror and spontaneously brushed his teeth, he returned to your bedroom, padding down the hallway with haste due to the chill in the air.
but you were gone.
you weren't in the bed anymore. he'd only left for two minutes. the fog in his brain swallowed sense quickly.
a curtain flapped in the wind.
that windows open. was it open before?
a floor panel creaked.
is that the creaky step? who's on the stairs?
your bag was spilling across the floor.
did you throw that when you came in last night or is this new?
fed up of the speculation, and on the verge of properly panicking, he tore down the stairs, surprised he didn't fall over, and veered straight for the kitchen...
... where you were getting a glass of water. relieved, and not thinking to announce his presence, he rushed up behind you and wrapped his arms around your midsection while he placed his head in the crook of your neck.
"leo!" you gasped, jolting so some of the water splashed out and trickled down your hand. he pulled his sleeves over his hands and used the cuff to wipe the water from your skin.
"came back and you were gone."
you twisted in his embrace so you could face him, water abandoned and fingers in his hair, before you said, "m'sorry love, i saw the light on in the bathroom, i didn't think to tell you i was going downstairs."
for normal people, telling your partner everytime you wanted to go downstairs would be terrible. controlling. irritating.
but for a demigod, your partner was at constant risk of attack, death. updating each other of your whereabouts was a way to ease the intense worry. it came with the job description, the job that none of you really signed up for.
"s'okay," he whispered, face still warm beneath your hands, "you done down here?"
you nodded, letting him take one of your hands to lead you back to bed, glass of water in the other.
the two of you were quiet for a moment, but both awake, your head leaning on his shoulder.
he spoke first, quiet and unsure of the question he was about to ask you, "if you were going to leave me-"
"leo, no."
you moved to sit up and lean over to face him, but he shook his head and pushed you back down to where you were laying.
"just humour me for a second."
with an unimpressed huff, you answered, "alright, if i was going to leave you?"
he rolled his eyes at your tone, but something in his chest felt warm, reassured that you considered the notion so utterly ridiculous, "would you tell me?"
you frowned, "huh?"
"like would you tell me in person or just leave with a note... or something. i don't know."
it went silent for a moment too long, leo starting to wonder if asking was a mistake. but eventually you replied, "i don't know. it depends. i don't think i could ever leave without saying goodbye to you. but i don't think i could ever leave, so it depends what's happened. if you killed my whole family, yeah we might have some problems."
despite himself, and the vulnerability he was currently feeling, leo laughed, the sound vibrating in your ear.
"you're safe, love, i'm not going anywhere."
you wondered if he heard you, because he didn't reply, just held you, until the two of you fell asleep, breath in synchronisation, feeling more peaceful than any demigod had the right to be.
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snow on the beach
leo valdez x reader / no pronouns used \ not rq
warnings: two swear words i think
summary: reader and leo finally kiss. that's it
genre: fluff obv
notes: cyberball comeback!!!! everyone clap. also i feel compelled to say I wrote a lot of this listening to yes to heaven by lana. also, lots of midnights by taylor references so reply if u have taste u recognize!!
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10:00 PM
You ran a hairbrush through your hair again. âAmor, your hair looks amazing,â Leo assures you. âWhat, are you in love with me or something?â You retort, and he looks down at his feet. âThe bigger problem is if my hair looks okay,â He says, sliding toward the mirror in your cabin. âForgot I literally always look amazing,â He finishes, earning a smile and an eye-roll from you. Your sibling swings in the door, reminding you that the campfire is starting.Â
Youâve loved Leo for, God, how long? You canât really remember; it feels like forever. Everything about him is amazing. His honeylike voice, his gorgeous, dizzying smile, the way he always has an arm around your shoulder.Â
Which is why, when âupon remembering that he mightâve left a fan running in the bunkerâ he leaves saying, âGo to the campfire, Iâll be back in a second. I love you,â you freeze for a second, quickly picking yourself back up, but he notices. So he adds, âTell me how much you love me later,â and runs off.Â
You start walking, hoping that the night will mask your unending love for him. It wasnât out of the ordinary for you both to remind each other you love each other. Thereâs no point in hiding it because you knew, at any moment, danger could strike. He was your best friend, and you his. It was just that, ever since you started wanting more, every âI love you,â pet name, and each and every touch sent you into overdrive. Now, you werenât love-crazy or anything, but he made you crazy in love, and you had come to accept it.Â
The campfire shined fiercely in the distance. You slide into the seat behind your sister. Leo shows up almost a minute later and shoves some people off the bench so he can sit next to you. Youâve warned him against Chironâs anger many times but he never listens. He never sees.Â
10:30 PM
Campfire whisked away like decaying embers and you spent all of it staring at Leo. How come he doesnât notice? How come every breath you take isnât a ragged melody of your adoration toward him? And when you walk with him to the bunker now, how come every step you take doesnât echo all your feelings and doesnât send up whirling tornadoes letting him know? Letting him know that you love him?
Bunker 9 couldnât be reached any quicker. The walk in the woods is dark but you can still see him. He shines so brightly and he doesn't even realize it.Â
You walk into the little bedroom heâs made in the bunker. The gods know how many nights youâve spent here, giggling at his stupid jokes, at his stupidly gorgeous smile, at his sleepy voice.Â
Youâre fixing up the collar of his shirt as he rambles on about the project heâs working on.Â
He sees you in the mirror, reflecting back his love for you if he squints. Your eyes are focused on his face, so his gaze quickly darts away. He realizes the attention youâre paying to him, including the way heâs gone silent. He turns around to look at you; he takes up that chance any time he can. He swears itâs either caffeine pumping through his veins or his love for you. You look at him like whatever bullshit heâs talking about is actually important, that heâs actually important.Â
âAmor, whatâs the point in fixing my shirt?â He says, looking right into your eyes. He sees the morning star in them, burning brighter than the sun. You have this way about you where it seems like everything you touch glows. He hasnât had someone who genuinely is interested in him and what he has to say since his mother. But, even then, as he sends up a prayer and leans in, he fails to believe youâd love him back.Â
If he didnât believe in your reciprocal of his love, how come he risked putting your friendship on the line? Maybe he finally saw the sparkle in your eyes whenever you thought of him. He takes a deep breath and connects your lips.Â
Youâre stuck, flying in a dream. His lips leave behind pocketfuls of starlight and shoot up straight up to your heart, illuminating you. You kiss him back strategically; not too intense, but with the right amount of pressure that barely mirrors the pressure he exerted on your heart. And his warmth is a blanket; it spreads to you and covers you. When he pulls away, you know. Itâs like snow on the beach, the realization that he must adore you back. Thereâs no other explanation for how he looks at you.
âGod, can you say something?âÂ
âI donât wanna jinx it,â He replies.Â
âNot the time to be romantic, Lee,â you say, and he scoffs. âWhat, you kissing me back for the first time isnât a good time to be romantic?âÂ
ââKissing me back for the first time,â implies you have tried before and I just didnât do it back,â you say, unable to meet his eyes. This was all you dreamed of, for months, so why couldnât you look at him? Were you afraid youâd have to chart the constellations in his eyes?Â
âListen, man, I liked it. I like you, I like this, so do you wanna do this?â He asks, genuineness seeping into his voice. He speaks as if you would shatter if he said the wrong thing.
Were you afraid to explain how heâd brought you back to life?
Obviously, you fucking liked it. You loved it. He tastes like ambrosia, leaving a sparkling, shining aftertaste. What was there not to love?
âIâ Leo, I like you,â you say, gathering all your courage, âAnd obviously I want thisââ He interrupts you, ââCause youâre head over heels in love with me?â continuing with, âSorry, go on,â when you shoot him an incredulous look. âAre you sure you do?â you ask.
It was a simple question, really. But it produced a softness in his eyes you had never seen before like you were a kicked puppy. It made you feel vulnerable and seen, but you didnât mind. With him, you hardly ever did.Â
He reached out to take your hand. It was the only one heâs ever reached out for. He vowed to always be yours the moment he saw you. He just had to make sure you knew that too, that he was willing to braid sweet-nothings into your hair and to fall asleep on top of you every day. Willing was a humble word; he fucking needed it.
And the gods know you were determined to let him know just how much you loved him, to plant kisses on his body until they grow into surety; the type of knot that would never ever come undone.
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kind of long fic friends to lovers leo valdez x reader coming up this Friday, 28th October, 5pm est hiiiiiiiiiiiiii
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seven cakes - leo valdez x reader
wc: 2.2k
genre: domestic fluff, minimal hurt maximum comfort
pairing: leo x (gn) reader, demisquad + reader at the end
warnings: mentions and allusions to birthday trauma, a lot of food talk (specifically cake), allusions to reader having a bad relationship with their family, me coping through fics lol, (edit: also this is really self indulgent duh don't say I didn't warn you lmao)
summary: Leo is determined to make your birthday as nice as possible. The easiest way to do that? Get you seven birthday cakes.
song rec: bee's birthday song - dad box (bee and puppycat ost), paralyzed at the grocery store for all eternity - spotify playlist by dylanvandenhoeck, amar pelos dois - salvador sobral ty for this one cici
a/n: it's my birthday!!!! inspired by real life yes I do have seven cakes and I'm loving every minute of it anyway just a reminder that if you hate your birthday it'll probably get better at some point cause like,, if I can like my birthday you probs can too yk <3 also if you know what episode I reference in the beginning I wanna kiss you on the mouth /p
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Itâs your birthday really soon, and Leo is really excited. If you ask him what his favorite holiday is, what his favorite day of the year is, even when his favorite season is, heâll say your birthday hands down. His birthday is your favorite day of the year too, but knowing how easy it is to fluster each other, you wonât say that outright. You havenât talked about your birthday much, in spite of how close it is. He wants to make sure this is a good day for you, as good as it can be at least. He knows youâve had some really shitty ones in the past - especially before you met him - so now heâs determined to make them as fun and enjoyable as possible for you. Heâs taking the fact that your attitude seems to be neutral leaning towards positive, maybe even happy about your birthday as a good sign.
Teeth freshly brushed, skincare applied, youâre cuddled up next to each other. Youâre watching the cartoons casting soft purple and blue light into your darkened bedroom, and heâs watching your face illuminated by the screen. You look so pretty like this, you always do. Leo canât get enough of you. He values moments like this, cherishes them so deeply he doesnât think he can describe it. You chuckle at the end of the episode as the next one starts playing. In this episode, the main character asks her friend to hide cakes around to surprise her with. Like, a lot of cakes.Â
âI want that,â you state, staring at the screen. Itâs the first real birthday request youâve made, and it makes him so happy.Â
âYou want a bunch of cakes?â he asks, voice gentle in the quiet atmosphere, and you can hear the smile kissing his lips.
âYeah,â you muse, hand rubbing his back, slipping below his t-shirt.
âHow many?â
âHmmâŠâ you consider. âTwo or three.âÂ
Youâd feel bad asking for more than that. You know heâd disagree adamantly if you told him, but itâs a step forward from previous years, so youâre at peace with it.Â
âWhat kind of cake do you want?â he asks. Heâs pretty good at cooking, but he doesnât have nearly enough experience baking, and you shouldnât have to bake your own cake from scratch - unless you want to. He thinks he can probably get his mom to help. She adores you, and her cakes always kick ass.Â
Youâre quiet for a minute.Â
âCan we get grocery store cake?â
âYou want grocery store cake?â he asks sweetly.
âYeah,â you confirm, âlike, the kind with little balloons and frosting flowers, and a printed picture of the power rangers that says âhappy 4th birthdayâ in curly fontâŠâÂ
He knows exactly the kind of grocery store cake youâre talking about. Youâre quiet again. He can sense some hesitance with all of this; celebrating your birthday in a way that doesnât end in tears and fighting and disappointment is still new. Itâs uncharted territory for you. He knows itâs hard, knows itâs scary. He wants to make sure you know that he understands what youâre going through, and that heâs going to be there, holding your hand, the entire time. He smiles up at you, a look so determined to get you the ultimate grocery store cake on his face that it has you chuckling.
âI will get you the biggest, most frosting flowered power rangers grocery store-iest cake they have.â He gazes at you with brazen, comedic confidence before settling back down into your chest.
You smile, a timid excitement beginning to grow. He pulls you closer, nuzzling into your neck and pressing cozy, familiar kisses against your skin. His hands run over your sides, your stomach, warm and tracking shapes, leaving reassuring touches wherever they fall. Itâs a silent confirmation that heâs here for you, and it doesnât go unnoticed. Until he can make your birthdays amazing, and fantastic, and great, heâs going to make them good.Â
Walking through the familiar aisles of your grocery store, Leo drags you and your metal shopping cart around.
âOver there!â he exclaims, making a beeline for the baking aisle. Even in the harsh fluorescent lighting, he still looks really, really fucking good. The anxiety begins to melt away as you watch him, latching onto his easy going, vibrant energy. He wears a fluid sense of humor like a well loved hoodie, always wrapped around him and providing a tangible sense of comfort to everyone nearby. You stay close as you walk down the linoleum tiles, keeping a tight grip on his proverbial sleeve. After a minute or two of searching back and forth, you finally find the boxed cake mix.Â
âChocolate, vanilla, carrot cake,â he says, skimming the flavors in bright font on the boxes.
âYeah, pretty standardâŠâ you muse, doing the same. Heâs quiet for a second, and you turn around. Heâs holding boxes of your two favorite flavors, an excited smirk on his face.
âWhat if we combined these into a layer cake?â he asks. He watches closely as you face lights up a tiny bit.
âPerfect!â you smile, and he tosses them into the cart, satisfied that heâs starting to help you feel more like yourself. You grab a few cans of frosting in your favorite color, and start to look at the sprinkles.Â
âEstrella,â he says, and you turn around again.Â
âOh my god,â you gasp. Heâs holding a box mix and matching frosting in the flavor of your favorite cereal.
âWe kind of have to, right?â he asks, coaxing another smile out of you.
âAbsolutely,â you say, examining the box before tossing it into the cart âthis looks so goodâŠâÂ
After thoroughly inspecting the various sprinkles and decorations, you settle on colored sugar in your favorite color, and two bottles of pastel star shaped sprinkles. You grab a few small tubes of frosting, also in your favorite colors, before finally making your way over to the bakery section. You grab some candy and chips along the way, then begin looking through displays of cupcakes. After skimming through several weird flavor combinations and more than a few misplaced boxes of muffins, you pick out a box of cupcakes with different colors of frosting and little birthday toppers on them.
âWe should probably pick out the ice cream cake last, right?â Leo asks, looking at the ingredients of a cherry hand pie.Â
âYeah,â you agree, pausing to look at different bagel flavors they have in a case. The last thing either of you want is for one of your cakes to melt. You meet him over at the cake counter, looking at the different flavors and designs. You donât see any with frosting flowers, but your focus is quickly pulled away.
âAww,â you say, pointing out one with a trio of frosting balloons in the corner, âthat oneâs cute.âÂ
âYeah,â he agrees, checking the smile on your face, âit looks really good too.â He places it in the cart, careful not to smush any of the other items you already have in there.Â
On your way to the frozen aisle, you take turns pointing out various items you have no use for and declaring matter of factly, âI want that.â Itâs a small joke, but itâs been making both of you laugh nonetheless. You lose track of Leo for a second. Youâre about to call out âSparky?â in hopes of finding him, before you see him hovering at an end cap by the pharmacy section.Â
âWe should get this.â he deadpans, holding up a travel sized bottle of generic brand pepto bismol for kids, with a skateboarding giraffe that says awesome! on the label. You repress a chuckle.
âWeâll use it to decorate my cake,â you say, a faux sweet sincerity to your voice that gets a loud laugh out of him, and then one out of you by proxy.Â
You finally find the frozen food aisle. You stand next to each other, staring at ice cream cakes and ice cream bars, and various other forms of ice cream for a little while. Soon you settle on a cute cake that will go nicely with the other flavors you picked out already. You place it in your cart. You close the door, and Leo draws a little heart on the foggy glass of the freezer. It makes you smile, bringing in that comfortable warmth in your chest you always get from being around him. You draw a little heart next to his, then a smiley face. He adds a birthday hat, then traces a little cake in the remaining fog, writing âhbd.â and you both giggle. Youâre sure that will be a fun surprise for whoever comes to get an ice cream cake next.Â
At the check out, he grabs your favorite candy, then one for himself as you begin to check out.Â
âOh shit,â he says quietly, looking at the cart. You look over at him. âWe forgot the milk. Iâll go grab it real quick.â you agree, and he heads off. Youâre glad he remembered, youâd feel pretty silly if you spent all this time at the grocery store and forgot something like milk.Â
You continue carefully taking all the cakes out of your cart. You feel good about all the ones you picked out, and youâre excited to make the boxed cakes together. And by making them together, you mean youâll make them and heâll keep you company, then youâll both decorate them together. Talking with Leo, sitting on the kitchen floor with him while the sweet smell of pastries and vanilla fills the room, making each other laugh while the timer steadily ticks down is your favorite part of baking anything. Youâre looking forward to it.
It takes him a little longer than you expected, but heâs back with milk by the time youâre almost done checking out. He triumphantly presents you with the carton. He checks your energy, your vibe again, and heâs relieved when you donât seem suspicious at all. By the time youâre walking back to your car, making easy conversation, heâs confident he can pull off this extra surprise for you.Â
Usually on your birthday, you have some kind of movie night with your close friends, maybe a few family members youâre actually on good terms with. You donât like to make a fuss about your birthday, that much is obvious, and everyone knows to play it low key. This time is no different, you think, as you set out bowls of popcorn and boxes of candy on the coffee table. Once the gangâs all here, before you start the movie, Leo brings out the cake. Then another. And another. By the third cake, everyone is thoroughly amused.Â
âWait, how many cakes are there?â Hazel asks with a laugh.Â
âSeven.â Leo states, bringing out cake number four.Â
âI thought we got five,â you say.
âWe did,â he starts, bringing out yet another cake, âcupcakes, two boxed cakes, and ice cream cake, plus the one my mom made for youâŠâ
You let out a giggle, still so endeared from when she had dropped by to give it to you in person earlier and wish you a happy birthday. She gave you the biggest hug, and the cake smelled so good, you really couldnât wait to try it. In spite of how well you get along, it still came as a shock that she would do something so sweet for you.Â
âYou really thought she wasnât going to make you a cake?â he asks rhetorically, âCâmon Estrella, she loves you.â He squeezes your shoulder with a smile, one you return.
âYeah, but thatâs still six!â you call as he leaves the room again. Â
âWellâŠâ he starts, a mischievous tone to his voice. You have an idea of where this might be going.Â
âWhat did you do?â you ask through a smile. You see a flash of glowing orange light outside the doorway, and he signals for everyone to start singing. He enters with a sheet cake covered in frosting flowers and sprinkles, adorned with a picture of the power rangers on it, reading âhappy 4th birthday!â in curly script. He lights the rest of the candles with his fingertips and places the cake in front of you. You let out the sweetest, most heartfelt bubbling laugh heâs heard in a while, and it warms him to his core.
In the glow of the tiny candle light, the corners of your eyes are misty as your friends/found family sing happy birthday to you. Every detail you mentioned, every little thing about this cake that might be totally meaningless to someone else, Leo remembered it. He perfected your vision to a tee.Â
The sight of the brightly colored crime fighters looking back at you as candle wax drips down near the frosting fills you with a joyous feeling you canât describe. Leo intertwines his hand with yours. Youâre fighting giggles and tears, and when you blow out the candles, you think this is the first great birthday youâve had. The first of many. Youâre looking forward to when your birthdays become awesome, spectacular, perfect, and you canât wait to spend all of them with Leo.Â
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leo x reader kissing hcs
wc: 600
pairing: leo x gn reader
genre: fluff, sfw
warnings: none?? kissing and leo running late for something bc adhd
song rec: SPECIFICALLY the lyric "when we talked about kissing" from a song that I still want to gatekeep bc I want to write a full scenario for it so I don't want to spoil it but when I write/post that I'll edit it in here
Also this untitled Shauna Dean Cokeland song about cinnamon bubblegum
a/n: thinking of the richard scarry pigs kissing illustration <333
Leo is in factÂ
An amazing kisser
Absolutely delightful
A sweet treat even
God you could kiss him all day
And have probably come close beforeÂ
And fuck me he loves kissing you too
Sometimes what motivates you to get through all your silly little tasks is getting to give him a big loving smooch
His lips are so warm and soft
Sometimes heâll taste vaguely of something spicy and fruity citrus
He likes tropical twist and winterfresh gum so imagine him tasting kind of like thatÂ
He smiles into kisses a lot too
Just because you really do make him that happy
Itâs so fucking cute
Sometimes you guys will kiss and kiss and kiss until youâre both so happy youâre smiling too much to kiss anymore
You just descend into giggly cuddles until you start kissing again
Sometimes if heâs trying to avoid being late for something bc of ~time blindness~Â
 Just adhd things uwu
Once he grabs his bag and pulls on a jacket
 Boy is from houston heâs cold all the time
He runs over to you and presses a quick big smooch on your cheek, then informs you heâs running horribly late bc he forgot that thing was at that time, and heâll be back in an hour and he loves you
You love him too!!!Â
You tell him that and to have fun <3
And goddamn if it doesnât make his heart FLUTTER every time
The whole time heâs doing the thing heâs supposed to be doing heâs just thinking about you
About why time has to drag by so slow
He just wants to get home so he can kiss you and make you giggle against his lips and murmur how much he loves you against your skin
After a painstaking hour that feels like an almost comically longer amount of time, heâs finally doneÂ
He stops to get a redbull for himself and an (optionally caffeinated) beverage of choice for you and texts you to ask if you want any snacks while heâs there
He returns shortly with your favorite chips and candy and plants the biggest kiss on your lips
He drops the bag he was holding
Thankfully containing nothing breakable
All his attention is focused on you
Overflowing love pours out of him and into you
Into your heart
Finally you part, foreheads touching, breath fanning over each otherâs faces
âHi,âÂ
âHi.â
â...I missed you.â
âI missed you too, Sparky.â
More kissing
More wonderful sweet soft warm loving kissingÂ
Itâs only after a minute or two after you finally pull away that you notice the bag of snacks is still on the floor
Or later when youâre getting ready for bed
Youâre all comfy and in your pjs and getting ready to do your skincare before you go to sleep
You see him come up behind you in the mirror and rest his head on your shoulder
He presses little kisses along your neck and jaw
Eventually moving up to your face and murmuring in your ear about how good kisses are for your skin
He squeezes you tighter when you giggle, loving the sound
Soon youâre in bed together, all warm and cuddled up
Youâre talking about anything that crosses your minds, just loving the togetherness, the sound of each otherâs voice
Your hands are running through his hair and his face is nuzzled into your neck
You press kisses onto wherever your can reach, punctuating your sentences as you talk
They get slower and messier as you both get sleepier
Youâre both out like lights before you know it
And you know as soon as you wake up tomorrow, he and the sun shining through your window will both be waking you up, pressing equally warm kisses into your skin
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leo valdez dating hcs pt 2 <3
Wc: ~1k
Warnings: none??? I don't think???
Song rec: chateau lobby #4 (in C for two virgins) - father john misty bc I can't stop imagining dancing with him to this
A/n: I am embarrassingly in love with this man?????? Like what else am I gonna do besides write fics for him
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If you don't have a collaborative playlist nearing 11 hoursÂ
Now you do
Hit shuffle and listen to itÂ
It'll be confusing
There's no particular genre and it's SO all over the place
But as you listen to it you realize that every song either has a lyric that makes him think of you
Of what it feels like to hold you and kiss you and get texts from you
To be with you
Or they have a specific memory attached to them
Like the time your parents caught him climbing through your windowÂ
Or the time you got wine drunk and danced in the kitchen to the same song on repeat for hoursÂ
Sunrise from in the heights will ABSOLUTELY be on thereÂ
For all the normal reasons but also cause it's his favorite musicalÂ
It makes him think of teaching you words in SpanishÂ
Also god he just loves the way your voices sound when you sing it togetherÂ
I swear to god he's the most emotionally intelligent man on the planetÂ
He knows you so wellÂ
He admires you like a renaissance paintingÂ
He pays such close attention to youÂ
He can always tell when your vibe changes
When you're upset need to be cheered up vs when you're upset need to talkÂ
God he's such a goofball
He'll have you laughing and giggling and genuinely feeling okay before you even notice
Literally any time any kind of drama or tea happens
He's the first person you tell
And heâs so invested he knows all the detailsÂ
So when you're out togetherÂ
Or when heâs picking you up from work or school or whateverÂ
And you bump into someone he's been told a lot of stories aboutÂ
You would never know that he knows every detail about how their boyfriend kept checking out you and another person in their friend group so now they're always trying to start shit with you
He's so chill and diplomatic you'd never be able to guess
As soon as you leave he's like "wow everything I've been told makes even more sense"
He laughs and holds your hand and swings it a little while you walk
I know I keep bringing this up
But I can confirm that he smells like method sandalwood and vetiver body wash and old spice Fiji deodorantÂ
I feel like his shampoo and conditioner are probably something by shea moistureÂ
So like cocoa butter and a little hibiscusÂ
He smells so good and his hands feel so nice on your skin when he touches you
And oh my god if you like having your hair played with??????
Any time itâs physically possible youâll lay down with your head in his lap and heâll play with your hair
Which feels amazing alreadyÂ
But his hands specifically feel so fucking niceÂ
Brushing against your scalp and weaving through your hair
Also PLEASE teach him how to do your hair
Heâll get so fucking good at it youâd be surprised if you didnât know him as well as you do
Like before you know it heâs reverse engineered hair styling and can do every kind of braid imaginableÂ
You never need to worry about the back of your head because heâs already taking care of it
And him helping you with your hair is so cute
Especially if you have natural hair and wear protective stylesÂ
Heâs like,, shockingly good at braiding
If youâre not into having your hair touched donât worry
Heâll just trace little drawings and shapes on your arms and back instead
Or have you play with his hair
Either way definitely play with his hair
It feels delightful for both parties
His hair is so soft and fluffyÂ
Running your fingers through it and twirling his curls is the best feelingÂ
Itâs so relaxing for him too
He thinks you could hypnotize him just by doing that for a few minutesÂ
Whenever you play with his hair it feels like he just left a weekend at a spa resort
Thatâs how relaxing you areÂ
How relaxing your energy is to him
And for real
He just loves your vibe and your energy and your aura so muchÂ
It feels so comforting
So right
And the feeling is wholly and enthusiastically reciprocated
He has the best energy of anyone youâll meet
Even just sitting next to himÂ
His presence is so comforting
Youâre always relaxed around him
God you really do work well together
The two of you fit like a glove
And like,, itâs so obvious to anyone looking at you
That what you have is legit
And really really special
Itâs not normal
Nothing about either of you is normal
But thatâs what makes it so beautiful
Like anyone could take one look at you two together and tell it really is a love for the ages
And god youâre never better at practicing mindfulness than when youâre with him
You soak up every second you spend together, in utter adoration of each moment with himÂ
And FUCK he feels the same way about you
You can tell in those little moments
Like when youâre sitting together hanging out with friends
His arm is loosely around your shoulder and you laugh at the same timeÂ
His hand comes up, thumb gently caressing your cheek
You look up at him and share a look so fully saturated with love you donât even need to say it
How much you love each other
Cause you can tell
You tell each other all the time
Both verbally and silentlyÂ
And each one is so cherished
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in other words, i love you
leo valdez x reader
warnings: none
summary: you and leo plan a trip to the moon as you lie on the argo ii
word count: 343
âLetâs go to the moon today.â
You turned your head to face Leo, who was watching the sky with his arm under you, his fingers playing a beat on your shoulder. The floor of his shipâs deck was oddly comfortable at this moment. The last time you had come up to watch the sky, you were alone, your only company being the cold wind on your body, and a splinter in the wood seemed intent on bugging you.
âOkay,â you responded. âHow will we get there?â
He hummed, and squinted in thought. âI could add some wings to the Argo to help with the elevation and control. Then Iâll ask Jason to help control the wind. Get his old man to bless us so we can go.â A sparkle of thunder flashed between the clouds, small enough not to cause alarm but big enough to notice. Leo frowned. âWe didnât even say his name.â
âWell, I like your idea. When are we leaving?â
âIn an hour, hopefully.â He finally looked at you with the cutest smile youâd ever seen, and eyes glinting in a way that teachers kept an eye on him for. âI canât promise weâll make it back, though.â
You oohed and whispered, âSounds dangerous.â
âThatâs what Iâm all about, baby,â he winked, and you let out a lazy laugh in that way that made his heart jump and his skin tingle.
You felt your eyelids closing, the heat radiating from your boyfriend encasing you in what felt like a blanket.
âMaybe we should start getting ready,â he said. âFor the trip.â
You nodded. âYeah. We should. We need energy to fight the aliens. If we have to.â
The rhythm playing on your shoulder had not ceased. You would have to get up soon. Even though you both wanted to stay, there was no way youâd make the same mistake as Percy and Annabeth. But it didnât hurt to take a little risk. You felt a kiss on your head as your eyes closed, and Leoâs breathing steadied.
âBuenas noches, cariño.â
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leo x reader pregnancy announcement hcs
wc: 1k
warnings: usual pregnancy business, tooth rotting domestic fluff
Oh my god this boy
He would be the BEST dad
Literally husband and father MATERIAL
Istg someone better let him knock you up we can't deprive the world of dad!leo any longer
Who's going to take one for the team
Everyone raises their hand
Okay here's the thing
When you first even suspect that you're pregnant
You'd better get some tests and find out right now
He knows you so well there's no way you can hide it from him
He just intrinsically knows somethingâs going on
You have about 5, 10 minutes after you realize before he really gets suspicious that somethingâs going on
And heâs so fucking supportive that once he senses something is off with you
He'll start being really really supportive and compassionate and you're like oh my god I can't keep this a secret
So once you even suspect you're pregnant
It's go time
You take like 4 pregnancy tests while he's like
Idk getting takeout or something
You know this is going to go one of two ways
(Even though you're pretty sure how it will go)
If they're positive, you want him to be here when you find out for sure
That's not something you want to know before him
But if it's not
You know his heart is going to break
You're not going to lie, yours would too
There's no way to bring up the fact that you might be pregnant without him getting his hopes up
So once your phone timer dings, you check one of the four tests
Just one
If itâs positive, youâll look at them together
If itâs negative, youâll continue the evening as planned and talk to him about it a little later tonight
With bated breath, you reach up to the counter and pull down a test
Two hot pink lines stare back at you
Right next to the word pregnant
Heart pounding, ou go to call him, finger hovering over his name in your contacts
You know he'll hear something is up in your voice as soon as he picks up the phone
So you text him instead
It's something to the effect of "hey sparky âĄâĄ I have a small surprise for you, when you get back come to the bathroom and look at the counter âĄâĄ"
He agrees, mildly confused, and gets back as quickly as he can
He opens the bathroom door and sees you sitting on the floor against the wall, greeting you with a kiss
"So how small of a surprise are we talking?"
While he walks over to look at the four tests lined up on the counter, you reply
"About the size of a poppy seedâŠ"
He smiles, wondering if you actually mean what he thinks you mean
He doesn't need to wonder really, he can already tell by your voice the magnitude and joy of the situation
He holds back an overjoyed bubbling giggle, looking at the four tests, all with two hot pink lines on them
And your entire apartment is filled with celebration
He sinks down to you, your face in his hands
Youâre both laughing and crying and holding each other in disbelief
After a few minutes he pulls away, smothering you in kisses
âWeâre gonna have a baby?â he asks, voice happier than youâve ever heard it
âWeâre gonna have a baby,â you answer, and he pulls you up, spinning you around
Youâre dancing and jumping all over the place
Just generally elated and freaking the hell out
âWeâre gonna have a baby!â he yells, burying his face in your neck
He laughs, holding you close
It dawns on him in an instant how much you have to do
He digs through some kitchen drawers for a notepad and pen, and starts scribbling out a list of all the stuff you guys now have to do so he doesnât forget anything
âWe should make you a doctorâs appointment, and pregnancy vitamins - they make those, right? Like, pre⊠pregnancy something? Do you need maternity clothes yet? Probably not, right? Iâll see if there are any parenting classes in town, shit- Iâm gonna go to the store and get those baby proofing house kit things, cause this,â he waves his hand around at your apartment as a whole, âis not safe for a little kid. I can ask my mom-â he stops, looking at you with wide eyes, âwe have to tell my mom, sheâs gonna freak outâŠâ
Heâs already pulling out his phone to google cutest pregnancy announcements when you place your hands on his cheeks, giggling and pulling him in for another kiss
His mind is going a mile a minute - more than usual - and youâre not going to lie, yours is too
You grab your laptop, planner, some other stationary stuff, and an empty binder and you set up shop in the living room
Your coffee table is covered in notes, phone numbers, articles, and a google doc, power point, and calendar youâre collaborating on with all the information youâre gathering
Once youâve finally tired yourselves out, youâre sitting on the couch again curled up next to each other
His head is resting on yours, arm around your shoulder, hands intertwined
His free hand is already resting on your stomach, warm and tracing little hearts
He has the most ethereal look on his face
Youâre sure you look the same
You just found out youâre pregnant and youâre already both glowing
You have a doctors appointment tomorrow
The first of many, you realize with a smile
So you decide youâll have your parents come over and tell them then
You both know how excited theyâre going to be
You know in just a matter of hours you apartment will be filled with celebration and love just like it was when you first found out
But until then you cherish this quiet moment between the two of you
Or three of you, to be precise
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Nico x m!r (fluff ; 37, 38, 43)
nico di angelo x prompt 37: âi'm not scared, but if you are, you can hold my hand.â
read under the cut! read more of the works made in honor of my birthday here!
you're able to make out your shadow as you and nico trudge through the dark woods. percy lost his cap and since you both had nothing to do, you decided it would be cool to go get it for him.
and of course, you just wanted to spend time with nico.
a whistle echoes throughout the trees,. you hear it a second time. your fear shows on your face as nico says, "what? are you scared?"
"noâare you scared?" you drag out the 'no', asking the last phrase in an accusing tone.
the ghost of a smile haunts his lips and ricochets onto you. "i'm not scared, but if you are, you can hold my hand." he reassures you. now the happiness displayed on your face, previously shown by your smile, reaches your cheeks, painting them in a light red. you take the opportunity, of course, and lace your fingers with his.
as soon as you do so, a grinning connor stoll pops up in front of you, scaring the daylight out of both you and nico.
"i found percy's cap before you. also, i found a whistle!"
notes: stupid connor (affectionate). no i dont mean it romantically im not into incest
ANYWAY sorry the ending was shit but
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