I know we're all talking about the D'Angelo's/Di'Angelo tease that was in episode 1 but what about the "You could make an appointment to see Mr Kane," line from Grover.
Rick you asshole throwing in names important to your other books in places they're not meant to be. now all we need is a throw away line about Annabeth's cousin in Boston and the trifecta is complete
(edit: okay. I got it. D'Angelos is a real sandwich place. now go comment that on the five million other posts freaking out about the mention of di'angelo. I've got it. you don't have to comment on mine when someone else already did. read the comments before you comment. Reading Comprehension, Guys.)
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when drawing Alex's wedding dress, a lot of people tend to forget that she was disguised as Samirah, so the dress has to be hijabi-friendly. that means sleeves, a full-length skirt, no plunging necklines, no off-the-shoulder moment, et cetera. with this in mind, please rb this with drawings of Alex in her dress. i think it'd be fun <3
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Blitzstone fanfiction please!
oh hell yeah
~❃~
Endlessly Bright.
Blitzen flipped the sign from ᴏᴘᴇɴ to ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ, then sighed. He was so very tired.
Today had seen many difficult customers. One wanted alterations that didn't suit her, no matter how many times Blitzen told her that the dress wouldn't look as good. Another maintained he deserved a discount because he was a regular, though Blitz swore he'd never seen the man before. Yet another kept flirting with him, which made him uncomfortable. Especially considering what he planned to do today.
Hearth had stayed behind at the Chase Space. Alex and Magnus were visiting, while Blitz ran Blitzen's Best. Normally, whenever Alex and Magnus visited, Hearth would help Blitz around in the shop. But today, Blitz needed to be away from his boyfriend. He needed to build up his courage, not lose his nerve. He asked the elf to come over after he'd closed, to help him clean up and gather the clothes he hadn't put back into place.
As he turned away from the door, it opened again. He was about to call out, "We're closed now!" when he realized it was none other than Hearthstone.
Hello, he signed.
Hey, Blitz signed back. Busy day today.
I should've been here to help, the elf signed, annoyed.
It's okay, love. I was the one who told you to stay home. Blitz looked at his boyfriend, feeling blessed. C'mon, help me clean.
While Hearth went to fetch a broom and cleaned the floor, Blitz placed all the clothes back onto their hangers and into their place. Then, he turned to his boyfriend, who was gingerly putting the broom back into the closet in the room behind the counter.
He walked into the room next to him, and placed his hand on the elf's lower back. His elf.
Hearth turned at the contact. What's up?
Nothing. Just ... got a lot on my mind.
Do you want to talk?
Blitz paused. Yeah...
He sat down on the floor in the dim light of the room. Enough light for Hearth, enough darkness for Blitz. A balance, one they've always managed to find and maintain, despite their differences.
Hearth waited for the dwarf to talk. Blitz leaned into Hearth, and Hearth wrapped his arms around him, stroking his hair.
Finally, Blitz sighed and turned to face him. I've got a wedding to plan.
Hearth stared. What? Since when did you plan weddings?
Since I've had a wedding I wanted to plan.
Hearth wrinkled his nose. Smartass.
Blitz internally groaned. He was gonna have to find the balls to say what he wanted to say without beating around the bush. Will you help me? I want your input.
Hearth looked a bit confused. Um. Sure. Whose is it?
Blitz looked him dead in the eye. Ours. Then he took the box from his back pocket, and showed him the ring.
Hearth's hands, ready to sign a response, stopped dead at those words. At the sight of the ring.
Blitz immediately started panicking. What if he said no? What if he didn't ever want to get married? What if—
Yes.
Blitz head snapped up to look at Hearth again. His expression clearly said, You what?
I want to marry you, dipshit, Hearth signed, green-tinged tears pooling in his eyes.
Blitz felt tears in his eyes too, blurring his vision. He placed the ring on Hearth's outstretched hand, onto his left ring finger.
Hearth looked at it tearfully. One for you?
What do you take me for? Blitz smiled. Of course I got one for me. We match.
Hearth took the box from his hand, and grabbed the ring. He put it onto Blitz's own left ring finger.
They smiled at each other. The culmination of all their years together, all their memories, all their tears and joys and love—all symbolised in that single ring.
Hearth leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Blitz's forehead. I love you, he signed, the sign familiar and well-loved.
I love you, too, Blitz signed back. I always have.
I always will, Hearth signed back.
The future seemed endlessly bright.
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DONE :)
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