#neither will mrs o’leary

[justaz]

continuation of this post kinda

before the titan war, percy would often sit quietly and watch as his friends joke around with each other, laugh, and play. he would sit peacefully with a small smile on his face, eyes roaming over the scene to take in every detail to burn it into his memory. when he joined in on the fun, he put his whole being into it, he’d live in the moment and hang on to every word people said. he rarely hid himself away in his cabin or room, he spent all the time he could with his friends and family.

he’d put off going to sleep as much as he could. he’d stay up quietly either laying on his bed just staring at the ceiling and thinking, or playing whatever game he had on hand. he’d often have bags under his eyes and walk around like a zombie. all nighters were also very common during this time. he didn’t put much effort into school, he instead cheated or just took the low grades without complaint. what was the point in trying? he was never going to graduate anyway.

after the war, it took percy a while to come to terms with the fact that he survived, that everyone was wrong and that he didn’t die as a child soldier in a war he had no place in. when he did, he lived everyday in awe. he lived deeply, madly, truly in the moment and fell in love with life. he would still be found staring silently at his friends and the world around him. but instead of his gaze being bittersweet and longing, it was filled with love and amazement. annabeth was concerned often at the beginning of their relationship because percy would go dead quiet randomly and stare for a bit then lean in and kiss her with such gentle tenderness it would leave her absolutely floored. he’d pull away a little only to memorize every curve and line of her face, running his thumb gently over her lips and across her jaw and down her neck. when she asked what it was for he’d simply smile and reply “just felt like it”. she eventually got used to it and stopped asking, instead she would lean back in to kiss him again.

he began to put effort back into his schoolwork, determined to live the life younger him had wanted, the one that he had already buried and grieved for. the guilt that weighed heavily on his soul was relinquished and instead replaced with the loss of his friends, his peers, his comrades that had fallen in battle. all the lives that were lost leading up to and on his death birthday. he clung to the memories he had burned into his mind when he was younger, he’d try and remember their laughs and the way they smiled. and as the memories faded as he got older, the guilt got heavier.

he cherished every day and lived his life to the fullest. he did everything he thought he’d never get to do. he settled down and married the love of his life, made a family together, grew old with her, and died old and smelly and wrinkled in a bed with her in his arms. he walked into Elysium, young and rejuvenated, with her hand clasped in his. they were greeted with the cheers and hugs of the friends he had lost so long ago. the guilt finally faded and the memories were carefully placed away into the recess of his mind as he made new ones with them in the eternal paradise for heroes.

#my boy #im live himb #percy jackson #annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo #grover and tyson won’t be there tho :/ #neither will mrs o’leary #who knows if thalia will be there yet or not #percy deserves peace #he deserves happiness #let my boy rest #please #ficlet? is that what this is considered? #anyways-

[cc-horan28]

Be My Valentine - 9

The Wind, It Held Your Soul

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WW2 AU Soldier!Louis Tomlinson x Doctor!Harry Styles (3/3)

Tw death, implied time period accurate homophobia

Harry swallowed, lump in his throat firmly lodged, hands shaking as he glanced down at the little strip of paper.

18 words. They would be emblazoned across his mind forever. 18 words that changed everything. He still remembered the look Gemma had given him as she handed him the paper. 

OR

Harry is widowed in a time he cannot even accept it in public.

A/N: A huge thank you to Ash for helping me figure out the ending! And I love you Nashie and Anna for being there when I was having breakdowns over this! And ofc, ty to Akeyla for holding this fest and these amazing prompts just ah! 

Title from Louis’ ‘Holding On To Heartache’!

Harry swallowed, lump in his throat firmly lodged, hands shaking as he glanced down at the little strip of paper.

18 words. They would be emblazoned across his mind forever. 18 words that changed everything. He still remembered the look Gemma had given him as she handed him the paper. 

He had run from the stables as fast as he could when he’d heard the cook, Mrs O’Leary calling out to him. It had been months since he’d been sent back after a shell landed at the hospital Harry was working in, onfield. He had been waiting so long. He had thought it was a letter- from-

Louis. His Louis.

A sob racked his body as he bent over, paper crumpling as his fist closed down, nails digging into his palm. The pain was the only thing grounding him right now. 

He had to give it everything he had to hold back from screaming. He squeezed his eyes shut, pawing at his eyes with his closed fist. Louis won’t like- wouldn’t- Another wave of anger passed through him as he sobbed, not caring if anyone heard him.

His Louis. The telegram wasn’t even sent to him. Of course it wouldn’t. To them they were nothing. To them they didn’t- couldn’t even exist. None of that mattered. None of it mattered. He wouldn’t even get to hold a funeral for him. He couldn’t face the idea of burying an empty coffin, of having to pretend he was just a coworker- a friend. Like he wasn’t there for the only man he’d ever loved. 

He had no idea how long he stayed curled up like that, lost in thoughts of LouisLouisLouis. It was the cold that finally forced him to sit up, head freezing from where he had been resting it against the glass.

He couldn’t even face moving away from the bay window, going near the fireplace. That would involve seeing Louis’ sofa. 

Harry remembered how he would climb onto him, slotting himself onto the single-seater, legs tangled with his, toasting crumpets by the fire, sipping the tea Harry didn’t even like but had anyway, just to keep Louis company.

This bay window was Louis’ idea. ‘So we can sit together properly’, he used to say with that grin of his, eyes all crinkled up, ‘Without you squashing me,’- Harry ran his hand over the soft leather, smoothened by the years of use. Everything was his, wasn’t it-

He exhaled shudderingly, distantly surprised when he saw it fogging up in front of him. 

His face was cold, tear tracks feeling icy on his skin. He eased his grip on the paper, hugging one of the pillows to his chest as he glanced down,

WESTERN UNION

DEEPLY REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT CAPTAIN LOUIS TOMLINSON IS OFFICIALLY REPORTED AS KILLED IN ACTION JULY NINTH. 

Tears welled up, clouding his vision as he clutched the pillow closer, burying his face in it. He cried loudly, beyond caring if anyone heard him, wailing out Louis’ name plaintively.

He breathed deeply when he pulled back, feeling slightly dizzy. He could have sworn he smelled jasmine and cinnamon. Hints of the Brumes perfume Louis liked- had liked- to wear at home.

Sure, it had said pour femme on the little bottle, he thought with a small, sad smile; but Louis never cared. Neither of them did.

He vaguely registered the insistent knocking on the door and curled up with his back to it, holding on to the pillow.

“Harold. Harry, please.” he heard Gemma say, slowly, like she was measuring each word out, but the slight tremor in her voice gave her away “Harry, don’t isolate yourself. I know- I understand you need space. And time. But this isn’t what Louis would have wanted,”

Harry barely registered what her next words were, all coherent thoughts drowned out by the rush of anger he felt. 

“Don’t you take his name, not just to console me,” he shouted, stalking across the room and throwing the door open, “Don’t take his name, Gemma. Not when you brought me this godforsaken piece of paper.” He waved the said paper around, tears milling in his eyes despite the anger he felt. He knew his anger at his sister wasn’t justified, but he couldn’t care less.

“Don’t,” he repeated, voice breaking as he collapsed onto the ground, sitting on his haunches with his head in his hands. 

“Louis,” he cried, slumping onto the ground, legs a tangle, the carpet cold under him. 

He felt Gemma crouch beside him, whispering something that he didn’t quite understand over his own voice, but he stood up when she did, letting himself be led to the sofa by the fireplace. 

She didn’t say anything, just gently combed through his hair as he stared at Louis’ sofa. 

Louis’ sofa

It hit him at once, and this time he couldn’t even choke out any sounds. Louis’ sofa which wasn’t his anymore. Where he wouldn’t sit anymore. 

Harry was grateful for her silence, her company. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he was left alone right now. He couldn’t fathom why he had wanted her to leave. Not her too-

He felt tears silently run down his face, gruelling visions of Louis alone somewhere, over the Channel, lying in a field threatening to swallow him. He tried to push the thoughts away, curling up into his sister, pulling his feet up, and taking shaky breaths to try and calm himself.

They sat there, Harry quietly hiccupping as he felt his tears dry up, only to be replaced by anger. It wasn’t aimed at Gemma this time, though.

“I didn’t even get the telegram,” he said, voice raspy already, “They didn’t even send it to me. My husband is gone, and they couldn’t even send me a fucking telegram,” His voice was rising, and he felt himself shaking with the intensity of all that he felt. 

“Harry,” Gemma breathed out, sighing deeply and choosing not to say anymore. Harry needed to get it out of his system. 

“They couldn’t because that would mean acknowledging us. They’re too busy pretending we don’t fucking exist and throwing those who protest into jails. I don’t want to erase him, Gem. I don’t want to erase us,” he broke off, closing his eyes as he bent over, forehead resting on his knees as he finally let himself think of Louis, fresh tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“I’m not going to pretend,” he said, toying with the congealed dried eggs on his plate, like it was the most natural conversation to have. Like he hadn’t not said a word for two days. “We’ll hold a proper service for him. And I won’t pretend. I won’t talk about how great a person he was, or what a good soldier he was,” 

His voice was raspy from disuse, throat raw from all the crying and screaming he’d done, bouncing between mad anger and complete desolation. He took the glass of orange juice Gemma offered with a silent nod.

She had been an angel, a constant presence, never invading his space, giving him the time he needed to process while still being a rock he could anchor to.

He took a small sip, ignoring the tears that were threatening to spill. He would have time for all that later, but he wanted Louis to have a proper send-off, and so would his sisters. And he knew Louis would have done the same, had the tables been turned. Had it been him killed on the Somme.

He quickly brushed the tears away, almost angry at himself. 

“It’s okay if there’s another service, an official one, for everyone else. But I won’t attend it,” he said as firmly as he could in his state, “Everyone who knew, who cared about him- about us- we’ll have a separate service.” 

That was all he could muster up the strength to say. Gemma stood up, patting his shoulder and kissing his cheek lightly. “He would be proud,” she whispered, “And so am I. I’ll give you some time. Ring for me if you want to talk,”

He pushed the plate away, watching Gemma’s retreating figure silently. He folded his arms and buried his head in them. 

He was used to the silence by now.

He closed his eyes as he threw the last handful of dirt, face tilted up as he let the sun warm his face. The tears coursing down his cheeks still stung against the wind, but the golden glow he saw from behind his eyelids made it just a bit more bearable. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if it was grey and rainy.

Sunny days were Louis’ favorite, Harry thought, biting down on his lower lip. He used to love heading off to Kensington, getting some fresh rolls on their way there and having them by the pond. They always had to sit just a bit too far away, and still got suspicious glares from passersby, but Harry wouldn’t have had it any other way.

None of it changed the fact that Louis was gone and Harry doubted if he would ever entirely come to terms with it. With never seeing his eyes crinkle with laughter, or hear him singing his versions of Vera Lynn’s songs. With never waking up to him sipping his awful unsweetened tea next to him, newspaper rustling as he bent down to kiss him. With never seeing him again.

No, he couldn’t think like that. Louis was always the romantic between them, talks of a beautiful after, free from pain and discrimination and everything they hated being brought up whenever they got even vaguely theological, or drunk, or both.

He couldn’t help but chuckle weakly, thinking back to those evenings together. 

Some day, he would see Louis again. The jasmine in the air, with not a bloom in sight was a testament to that.

They would never fade away. But for now, the silence would have to do.

A/N: again, I'm so sorry i don't know what possessed me to write this. Don't go and reread the first post. No matter what

Reblogs are always appreciated 💕

#bemyvalentine2024 #bemyvalentineno9 #widowed #larry stylinson #tw death #tw implied homophobia #Harry Styles #Louis Tomlinson #WW2 AU #angst #so much angst #hlcreators #hltracks #hlficlibrary #sorry for the ending #larry fics #larry fanfiction #larry angst #one direction

[likecastle]

theres this flock of geese that live outside my apartment and sound like sirens when they fly anywhere so

'sirens' or 'geese' for the prompts <3

OK siren geese sound extremely annoying, but also deeply absurd, which is sort of the direction I went with this. Thank you!

They’re neither of them very heavy sleepers, and although it’s been years since anything really bad happened, the thought that something could happen again is never too far from their minds. So when Nancy starts making complaining sounds in her sleep, it isn’t long before Robin is dragged out of her own dream—a stressful but decidedly innocuous one about a giant cartoon alarm clock warning her she's going to be late for her Tuesday-Thursday early class.

“Nnno,” Nancy groans, from where she’s curled under the covers. She kicks out, clipping Robin’s shin with her heel.

“S’alright,” Robin mutters, still half-asleep, but waking up quickly. “Nance, you’re OK, I’m here.” She reaches over to pat Nancy’s shoulder, but misses and winds up patting her ass instead.

“Whassat noise?” Nancy grumbles, dragging a pillow over her head.

It’s only then that Robin realizes that the incessant alarm sound shrieking that she was going to sleep through her class was not, in fact, just a dream. Hauling herself onto her other side, she slaps at the alarm clock, and reminds the panicked part of her brain that it’s Saturday. Six A.M. on a Saturday, she notices, much to her chagrin. But at least there are no classes for her to miss, no work for Nancy to go to.

The blaring is still going strong, however. Thinking it might be a fire alarm, she pulls on her robe and shuffles out to check the hallway, but there are no flashing lights, no neighbors fleeing some undisclosed disaster. If anything, the sound is quieter.

“Make it stop,” Nancy whines when Robin returns, and Robin can’t help but smile. She finds Nancy’s ire charming in moments like this, these glimpses of the petulant little girl irritation she manages to overmaster the rest of the time.

“Would that I could,” she says wistfully. The noise is definitely louder in here, a lopsided siren-like cacophony that’s so abrasive she doesn’t know how Nancy’s still trying to sleep. “Maybe the whole city’s burning down.”

She goes to the window, humming the tune of ‘Mrs. O’Leary’s Cow’ to herself. But when she moves the curtain, she bursts out laughing.

“What?!” Nancy’s up like a shot at the explosive bark of Robin’s laughter. “What’s the matter?”

But Robin can’t stop laughing, can’t even catch her breath to explain. Behind her, she hears Nancy clamor out of bed and come up behind her.

“It’s geese!” Robin wheezes, still shaking with laughter that she doesn’t have the breath for anymore. “It’s fucking geese!”

It seems that overnight, a veritable horde of geese has descended on the little park across the street. They’re paddling in the tiny pond and lumbering around on the grass and menacing passing joggers and all of them are honking so loudly that their voices have blended into one horrible siren wail.

Nancy is staring at her like she doesn’t see what could possibly be funny about this. She looks, in fact, like she’s sorry she no longer keeps a gun in her closet.

“Ah, the change of seasons!” Robin opines, wiping tears from her eyes. “Isn’t nature wonderful?”

“If they keep up like this, we’re moving,” Nancy says mutinously.

"OK, sure." Robin threads an arm around Nancy’s waist, leaning in to kiss her rumpled curls. “But not right this instant, we’re not.”

Nancy groans, but doesn’t push her away when Robin’s lips drop down to her neck. “How are you so chipper about this?”

“Well,” Robin reasons, relishing the sleep-warm scent of Nancy’s neck, so delicious she wants to bite the tender skin there, “the way I see it, we’re not getting back to sleep any time soon, so we might as well make the most of it.”

Nancy starts to see things her way pretty soon after that.

#ronance #robin x nancy #robin/nancy #stranger things femslash #femslashtember #or whatever this is

[2nd2ndalto]

When I Get Home to You

Whoa, chapter eight! We're in the home stretch now, kiddos. Rating will go up for chapter nine, fyi.

Chapter 8

Chapter 7

Chapter 6

Chapter 5

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Chapter 2

Chapter 1

Nico’s older self makes them all sandwiches for lunch, though younger-Nico notices that neither of the men eat much. Will picks at his food, not taking part in the conversation nearly as much as he normally does. Younger-Nico, on the other hand, is hungrier than he can remember being in… a long time. It helps, he notices vaguely, that his stomach isn’t quite as twisted into its usual knots.

Finally the meal is finished - the two dogs are more than happy to clean up the leftovers - and the four of them settle again in the living room, ready to talk strategy. Nico finds there’s a relief in this forward momentum; he’s finally feeling useful, like he has some semblance of control over this situation.

Hazel has just begun to plot out the time and place coordinates for their journey when Will sits forward.

“Hazel. I’m sorry to interrupt, but… I think it’s just going to be easier on my mental health if I don’t sit here and listen to all the details.”

“Oh, Will. Of course,” Hazel nods.

“I’m just…” he swallows, pauses. “Nico.” he turns to his husband’s younger self, and though it hasn’t even been two full days, Nico already knows this look in Will’s eyes. Sincere. Honest. A bit raw. It’s hard to look away from.

“I don’t want you to think I don’t trust Hazel,” Will says gently. “I absolutely do. I’m just… I’m feeling a bit fragile right now and I think it’ll be better for everyone if I just… go for a walk.”

At this, Sticks’ head pops up from where she’s been snoozing on the couch, and Will chuckles.

Will rises, looking a little unsteady, and Nico’s older self copies the motion as if they’re attached at the hip.

“It’s okay, love,” Will says quietly to his husband. “I’m good. I just need to… remove myself for a bit.”

“I’ll come with you,” Nico says.

Will shakes his head. “No, you stay. I know you want to be here for this.”

Nico blinks, glancing towards his younger self and Hazel, looking momentarily conflicted. Then he turns back to his husband. “No. Hazel can debrief me later. Or next week. Whenever,” he says decisively. “They don’t need me here.”

Will opens his mouth to speak.

“Will.” Nico stops him with a hand on his arm, his gaze intense. “Do you want to be alone?”

Will pauses. “No,” he murmurs.

“Then I’m coming with you.”

Once again, younger-Nico feels as though he’s intruding. Maybe Hazel does too, the way her gaze drops to her hands.

“You won’t leave before we get back, right?” Older-Nico asks as they head towards the door, Sticks bumping circles around their legs.

“Definitely not,” Hazel confirms.

“And… Nico,” Nico’s older self begins, and the boy thinks it might be the first time he’s called him by his name. “You’re okay staying here with Hazel?” And he fixes his younger self with the same searching look he’d given his husband moments ago. Somehow that expression is even more familiar to younger-Nico, and with a jolt he realizes he’s felt it on his own face.

“Yeah. Yes,” he says.

Nico can’t ever remember so many people checking in with him. Asking if he’s okay, checking for his consent. Apologizing to him for things out of their control. It’s disconcerting, to say the least.

There’s a brief silence that follows the click of the front door latching shut, and then Mrs. O’Leary throws herself back down on the living room floor with a shuddering thud. She makes a rumbly, whiny sound, clearly miffed at not having been invited on the walk. Nico smiles, and crosses the room to sit next to her huge, slobbery head, scratching between her ears.

“Is Will… okay?” He asks Hazel after a moment.

“In the grand scheme of things? Yes. Right at this moment? Maybe not. But that’s what family and friends are for, kiddo,” she says gently. “And therapy, and… well. Lots of things. But yeah, he’ll be fine.”

“Are you okay?” Hazel asks him after a moment.

Nico blinks, staring at Mrs. O’Leary’s furry head, considering. And he realizes… he kind of is. Not good. Not excited to wake up again tomorrow, but okay. More okay than he was two days ago, anyway. So that’s something.

____

An hour later, standing in the backyard, Nico feels fairly confident that he, Hazel and Mrs. O’Leary are ready to make the jump. His mind is buzzing with all the new knowledge that Hazel’s shared. He’d almost forgotten the high he gets from discovering new ways to use his powers.

They’ve tried a few very short practice jumps outside - there’s not much more open space in the yard than there is inside the house, but at least there’s less risk of structural damage if Mrs. O’Leary goes off-course. She’s managed to raze a few hedges, and Hazel is currently attempting to teach Nico magical landscape repair, both of them laughing at his initial clumsy attempts.

Nico is hit by a momentary low, wishing he could spend a lot more time with Hazel, and then he realizes - he can. Soon. Starting… well, almost as soon as he can get back to his own time, according to his older self.

Hazel rights Nico’s hedge-reconstruction attempt and steps back to inspect it, her nose scrunching skeptically.

“It looks good,” Nico assures her. “They’ll never notice.”

Hazel cringes. “I’m pretty sure they won’t. It’s Persephone I’m worried about.”

Nico smiles at the look on her face. “I’m…” He wants to say it, wants to let her know. He might not have another chance. But he feels so terribly out of himself. “I’m glad I find you soon,” he finally manages, his gaze on his feet.

“Oh sweetie, me too,” Hazel steps forward, raising her arms to hug him, then stops, balling her hands into fists and pulling them back to her chest. “Sorry,” she apologizes. “No hugging, right?”

“Maybe… um. It’s okay,” Nico says softly, taking a tentative step towards her. He’s immediately wrapped in Hazel’s embrace and okay, maybe this isn’t so bad.

Hazel gently rocks them back and forth, squeezing tight. “Maybe you already know this and maybe you don’t, but I love you a lot,” she whispers. Hazel releases him halfway, hands firm and steadying on his shoulders. “I know you can’t take that with you after today, but,” she shrugs, “I hope you know it again soon.”

Nico nods, not trusting his voice enough to speak. ___

They hear Will and Nico returning before they see them, both Hazel and younger-Nico turning to the sound of their mingled laughter at the front gate. The men are hand-in-hand, both their postures noticeably more relaxed than when they left.

“Oh good, he’s got Will laughing,” Hazel murmurs. She glances at the boy next to her in the backyard. “I guess you don’t really know Will yet, in your time. Is it really strange? For you to see them together?”

Nico nods. “Yeah, kind of. Although… I guess a lot less strange today than it was yesterday. I think… I think they’re lucky to have each other,” he says softly, realizing it at the same moment the words leave his lips.

Hazel smiles at him. “Very.”

___

The last 48 hours have felt weeks-long at times, but suddenly, it seems, they’re ready to go.

The plan is for Nico to share most of the travel effort with Mrs. O’Leary on the voyage there, with Hazel navigating. Then, Hazel hopes she’ll be able to manage the return trip with Mrs. O’Leary without needing too much time to recover first. At some point soon after their arrival in Connecticut, they’ll deal with the issue of memory modification. Nico hasn’t asked many questions about that. It feels easier not to. But he trusts that Hazel’s plan is a good one.

The group of them linger around the kitchen table, finalizing plans. Hazel’s perched on a chair, but none of the rest of them seem able to sit, Will propped up at the corner of the counter, his gaze flicking between Hazel and his husband, older-Nico pacing and glancing out the window.

Younger-Nico can’t decide how he feels. Twitchy. Anxious. Looking forward to being on the move again. Worried about what comes next. Heavy-hearted knowing very well the self he’s returning to, but… does it even matter? When he won’t remember any of this? It might as well be a dream. In the end, he decides that the best he can do is take things a moment at a time, focus on the task at hand.

And in this moment, the adults are trying to decide on the most likely shadow possibilities. It’s nearing three o’clock, but it seems more sensible not to wait until it’s dark outside. Nico knows that his older self can feel it, and he can too - not a nearness to death, exactly, but like an elastic stretching a little further, a little thinner. Eventually, something’s going to snap.

Nico shakes himself out of his own thoughts to absorb the end of the conversation around him.

“No, not the bathroom, we can’t fit Mrs. O’Leary in there.”

“The basement then?”

But the basement is little more than a glorified crawlspace, and Will’s worried that the hellhound will take out the ceiling, which honestly isn’t implausible.

Eventually they settle on the garage. It’s not large, but they’ll all fit, and Mrs. O’Leary will be able to get inside without needing to shadow-travel there. The two men head out to move the car and tape up the garage windows, trying to ensure the darkest shadow possible.

They’re back even sooner than Nico expected, both of them exuding as much tension as he can feel himself, older-Nico chewing on his thumbnail, Will anxiously twisting his wedding ring.

“You’ll let Frank know when we leave? And tell him as soon as you can sense that the journey worked?” Hazel is asking her brother.

“Yeah, Hazel, of course.”

“I’ll head straight back to New Rome on the return trip, and I’ll call you from there. But don’t start worrying if you don’t hear from me for a few hours, okay? I’m not sure how long I’ll need to recover for the journey back. And I’ll need to stick around long enough to make sure that Nico’s re-situated.”

Older-Nico nods, looking paler than usual. Will does too, hovering behind his husband. Neither of them quite seems to know what to do with themselves. Younger-Nico can relate.

Hazel, in fact, is the only one not looking nervous, which is honestly heartening. “It’s going to be fine,” she tells the men again. Will gives her a faint smile. Nico looks as if he can’t loosen his jaw enough to smile, but he nods again.

The adults all seem somewhat paralyzed, and younger-Nico finally decides to take the initiative before one or all of them spontaneously combust.

“So then… should we…” he begins. The adults all agree immediately, jerking into action, heading for the back door, Sticks at their heels. Mrs. O’Leary’s lying on her side in the middle of the backyard and Sticks huffs when she catches sight of her.

Everyone’s silent as they trail around the yard to the door at the side of the garage. The late afternoon sun slants through the spruce trees in the front yard, flecking the surface of the driveway in light and shadow.

And then everyone is standing in front of the garage door as it rises. Hazel ushers Mrs. O’Leary inside and younger-Nico wavers, his gaze flicking to the garage and then to the two men next to him, both looking more solemn than he’s seen them.

“So um…” he whispers. “Thanks. For everything.” He gazes at Will, then his own older self. Feeling tears prick at his eyes, he blinks, looking away.

“Hey,” his older self says softly, “it’s going to be okay, all right? You can do this.” And Nico doesn’t think he just means the time travel. The man tentatively reaches out to touch Nico’s shoulder. “I’m really glad we got to… talk.” He clears his throat, sniffs.

Nico just nods.

Will is sniffling now too. “Is it too weird to say it was really good to meet you?” he asks, his voice rough.

Nico manages a watery half-smile, shakes his head. “It was really good to meet you too,” he says softly. He shyly raises his eyes to meet Will’s, and as he registers the warmth, the love in the man’s gaze, it brings a sob up from Nico’s chest. He realizes it’s no different than the way Will’s been looking at him all along.

“Well damn it,” his older self murmurs, wiping at his eyes, and younger-Nico laughs through his tears.

“So, um,” Will says, blinking hard, “safe travels, okay? We’ll… we’ll be thinking of you.”

Then Will holds out his hand, the same way he did two nights ago when they met - at least in this time. Nico hesitates, then tentatively takes a step closer, half-lifting his arms.

Will looks surprised, cautiously stepping forward. “Is it okay - can I…” and the second Nico nods, he’s folded into Will’s arms, his head cradled against Will’s chest. Will feels comforting, solid, calming, and it doesn’t help the tears, but it helps his heart a bit.

“Is it - can I… I’m gonna have to join you.” his older self croaks after a moment, and then the three of them are holding each other and gods, this is awful but it also feels really good, and maybe it’s not so bad to be fragile if you’ve got someone to catch you. All of them are crying and somehow Nico’s going to have to collect himself enough in the next few minutes to execute some pretty complicated shadow-travel.

At that moment there’s a disgruntled canine grumble, and Sticks’ front paws hit younger-Nico’s shoulder. He likely would have been knocked to the ground were he not already being supported by two grown men, but instead suddenly there’s a very wet tongue in his ear. The three break apart laughing as Nico tries to hug Sticks goodbye too, Will tearfully trying to explain that she doesn’t like to be left out of physical affection.

“Okay, on that note…” his older self laughs, scrubbing at his eyes.

“I guess I should go,” Nico says, giving Sticks one last head scratch.

The men nod. “We’ll… see you soon. Sort of,” Will says.

“Okay.”

“Um. Okay.”

And then Nico steps into the garage, and Will presses the button to lower the door.

#percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #older nico di angelo #older will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #fluff and angst #my writing #rated teen #multi chapter #will solace #older percy jackson #hazel levesque #mrs o'leary

[helpimobsessedwithpercyjackson]

Hey, can you do headcannons of some of the underrated friendships. I love the ships and couple but I feel like sometimes the fandom forgets the friendships. Thank you!

I’m not sure if I know all the friendships you’re talking about but I’ll try my best

Percy and Grover:

Whenever Percy or Grover are traveling they stay in contact using their empathy link, sometimes Percy will just sing the same song over and over again in his head or think about an aluminum can in great detail for a long time to annoy him

Percy attends Grover’s council meetings as his hype man, he loudly supports everything he says and gets Juniper to cheer with him every time Grover makes a decision

Percy and Charlie:

They bond while they take care of Mrs. O’Leary, they take her on walks around the city and talk about Silena and Annabeth

Beckendorf thinks it’s so funny that Percy doesn’t realize he’s in love with Annabeth but never teases him about it because he understands how that feels

Percy and Clarisse:

They still pretend they hate each other of course, but they can sometimes be spotted giving relationship advice to each other and talking about various things

Clarisse is one of the only people that Percy genuinely enjoys sparring with because she sort of provides a challenge and her trash talk is so good

Annabeth and Thalia:

Just like Thalia takes Percy out for cheeseburgers, she and Annabeth go to feminist lectures and then spend the afternoon talking about them

Thalia is the only one Annabeth consults when she’s redesigning Olympus, they went up there a lot and walked around while she was planning

Annabeth and Piper:

Rick mentioned they have an inside joke about stealing each other’s breakfast, I like to imagine that on Piper’s first real day at camp, Annabeth walked up to her holding her own plate of food and Piper, who didn’t know how things worked and was so used to people getting stuff for her, just took it out of Annabeth’s hands assuming it was for her and walked away. Annabeth took her food the next day and it just went on and on

Piper and Leo:

They love pulling pranks on people, but it’s kind of a Nick/Winston situation (New Girl) where Piper pulls perfect subtle pranks that take a ton of effort (like carving out the soles of Jason’s left shoes so he stands unevenly and doesn’t understand why he’s uncomfortable) and Leo either goes way too little (like putting sand next to someone’s foot) or goes way too large (like convincing someone they’ve been evicted and actually letting them move out

They binge Criminal Minds together, they’ve spent whole days in Bunker 9 eating junk food and watching it

Magnus and TJ:

Magnus likes taking TJ into Midgard because he finds his interactions with mortals to be so funny

Magnus shows TJ the movie Glory (movie about the 54th Infantry with Cary Elwes I was forced to watch in US History) and TJ spends the whole time crying because he and his friends really had been remembered as an important part of history

TJ, Mallory, and Halfborn:

Keep in mind they’d been friends for hundred of years before Magnus came along, at that point they knew each other ridiculously well, they were so well-versed in each other’s fighting styles they won war games several times just the three of them (twice with X)

When they go out on donut runs TJ always gets glazed, Mallory gets strawberry icing with sprinkles, and Halfborn gets whatever the holiday donut is at the time. They could go on their own but they like going together (sometimes they go out of their way to get mugged so they can fight people)

Alex and Amir:

Alex goes and hangs with Amir a lot, he likes to tease Amir about Sam but he always volunteers to chaperone their dates because he wants them to be happy

Amir gives Alex free falafel whenever she wants it, and in turn she makes him a ton of pottery that he uses to decorate the shop

Carter and Walt:

They like to play basketball together, neither of them are very good (although Walt is slightly better) so they only play when Sadie isn’t around so they don’t get made fun of

Walt likes going to museums with Carter and sometimes he freaks Carter out when Anubis informs him that there’s a spirit standing right next to him

Sadie, Liz, and Emma:

After they defeat Apophis, Sadie goes back to London and gives Liz and Emma thorough explanations (and tells them all about her new boyfriend)

Sadie visits them at least once a month and they do normal things, like go to the movies or get their nails done, although once or twice Sadie may have taken them trough portals to go to places like Rome or Brazil just for fun

#pjo #heroes of olympus #hoo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth chase #charlie beckendorf #piper mclean #leo valdez #tkc #the kane chronicles #mcga #magnus chase #grover underwood #clarisse la rue #thalia grace #carter kane #sadie kane #alex fierro #mallory keen #halfborn gunderson #amir fadlan #walt stone #riordanverse #pjo hc #tkc headcanon #mcga hc

[iloveannabeth]

You’re on, Seaweed Brain.

Percy stood hunched over, hands resting on his knees and panting like Mrs. O’Leary. The summer sun beat down on his skin, making his orange camp t-shirt cling to him with sweat. He stood up, heaved a sigh and mentally prepared himself for another round.

It was about a month before Percy’s sixteenth birthday and all the campers had been working harder than ever before, getting ready for whatever Kronos was going to send their way. Percy himself has been training more than anybody. He’d just spent the better part of an hour hacking practice dummies to pieces with Riptide. With the weight of the world on his shoulders, (not literally this time) he had to be ready. If that meant killing one dummy after another, so be it.

Just as he was about to start swinging again, he felt someone come up behind him. He turned around and came face to face with Annabeth.

His breath caught in his throat and he had to work to keep his facial expressions under control. Annabeth was clad in a sports bra and shorts, clearly suffering from the heat just like him. Her face and chest were flushed and, surprisingly, her hair was down, laying in messy curls around her shoulders. She looked spectacular.

“Hey, Percy,” she smiled at him. “Working hard?” He missed the way her eyes were glued to where his shirt stuck to him for a moment, before looking back up.

“Uh, hi. Y-yeah, I am,” he managed to squeak out after a moment.

His relationship with Annabeth this summer had been...rocky. For the most part it was great. They seemed closer than ever, brainstorming attack plans, sparring, even relaxing at the beach together in those calm moments that were so rare these days. Percy was getting bolder too, flirting with Annabeth when he saw an opportunity. He was pretty sure she never noticed and he didn’t know if that was good or bad if he’s being honest. It took Percy a while to admit it, but yeah, he liked her. A lot. So why wouldn’t he want Annabeth to know he was flirting with her? Well that’s complicated.

More often than not, the nice moments they shared were disrupted with an argument and ended with Annabeth storming off. It was always the worst when Percy told her he would be leaving for the weekend. She would go silent for a few minutes, then purposefully start a fight both of them knew was bullshit, just so she had an excuse to leave. She wouldn’t speak to him for days after he returned. Eventually, Percy stopped telling Annabeth he was leaving. He would simply come back and they’d pretend like nothing happened.

A part of him hoped she was acting this way out of jealousy. The more rational part of him thought that she was acting this way because he was a selfish, lazy asshole. So, maybe Annabeth knowing he was flirting wouldn’t be the greatest thing.

Still, Percy hated fighting with her more than anything. Most of the time, he didn’t even know what they were fighting about. He yearned for a time there would only be good moments.

So, he was determined not to mess up this time. Hopefully she wouldn’t catch him staring because he had a feeling that wouldn’t end well.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked with a raised eyebrow and an annoyed look on her face.

Fuck.

“O-oh, uh, nothing. I was just wondering why your hair’s down, is all,” Percy spluttered out. Smooth.

“My hair tie broke,” Annabeth grumbled. “I guess now you’ll actually have a chance at beating me, with my hair flying around my face,” she smirked. She looked pointedly at the sword in his hand.

Percy realized she was asking to spar with him. No way was he going to be able to focus with her looking like that. She’d be able to beat him no matter what state her hair was in, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Please, your vision doesn’t need to be impaired for me to beat you. I’d win no matter what,” Percy gloated and matched her smirk. Fake it ‘till you make it, right?

Annabeth laughed and yep, Percy was a goner. She looked him up and down and said, “Oh you’re so on Seaweed Brain.”

Percy tried not to blush at that and failed miserably. He looked down and got into position.

As soon as he locked eyes with Annabeth, they were off.

Through the years, Annabeth and Percy had trained together time and time again to the point where they had practically memorized the other’s fighting style, which only made them that much more evenly matched. The chances of winning were more or less equal.

The two demigods circled each other, waiting to see who would make the first move. Suddenly, Percy sprung forward and slashed Riptide through the air, narrowly missing Annabeth’s waist as she side-stepped.

Percy kept advancing, going on offense. He jabbed and Annabeth blocked, never letting him get a hit in. Percy faked to the left and hit Annabeth’s shoulder with the hilt of his blade. Annabeth gasped and stumbled slighting but before Percy could take advantage, Annabeth came back at him twice as hard. She wielded her dagger like a madman, stabbing here, and slashing there. However, Percy was just as effective on defence. He ducked just in time and saw a couple strands of his hair fall to the floor.

“Oh, so you’re giving me a free haircut as well as trying to kill me, huh?” Percy asked breathlessly during a lull in the fight.

“I mean, why not, Gods know you need one,” Annabeth replied with a cheeky grin.

“Come on, don’t lie, you love my hair. But you’re going to pay for that.”

“Oh, yeah?” Annabeth’s cheeks were tinted pink. Interesting. Maybe she did realize he was flirting.

“Yeah.”

Percy lunged.

Annabeth expected percy to make a direct assault, so she was unprepared for when he rolled through her legs and jumped up behind her.

Percy slashed at her neck while she was turning around. Percy watched in horror as Riptide travelled through the air towards Annabeth. He tried to stop it, but the momentum wouldn’t give in. Before Annabeth had time to parry, the blade made contact with her skin.

Annabeth cried out in pain and the hand not holding her dagger went to cover the area Percy had struck. Her hand came away bloody. Percy felt like he was going to throw up.

“Holy shit, Annabeth, I’m so sorry, are you okay—“

Next thing Percy knew, Annabeth had judo flipped him and he was laying on his back, with the point of Annabeth’s knife pressing against his jugular.

He looked up and realized he had only given Annabeth a small nick. Then he realized...some other things. Annabeth stared down at him with a satisfied smirk adorning her features and her knees bracketed his hips, leaving her weight rested on his lower abdomen. Her golden hair tumbled down around her face and tickled Percy’s ears.

If being thrown to the ground hadn’t knocked the wind out of him, that certainly did.

“I win, Seaweed Brain,” annabeth proclaimed softly. She lowered her weapon.

Percy’s brain was too busy short-circuiting to formulate a response. He just stared at the ethereal sight above him.

“Percy? Are you okay?” Annabeth had started to look concerned.

Thankfully, his mouth had finally figured out how to work again so he said, “you’re beautiful.”

What the fuck. No. Okay, clearly, his mouth needed a bit more time.

“Um, i mean, y-yeah. Sorry, I’m all good. Nice one.” Percy would like to die now. He was sure his face had never been a deeper shade of crimson. Stupid mouth.

Now, Annabeth was the speechless one. Her face held a blush that rivalled Percy’s. She tried to appear exasperated, but Percy could see a pleased, if somewhat embarrassed, smile shining through. She was radiant.

Before this train wreck could get any worse, Percy changed the subject.

“How’s your neck?” Percy inquired. He reached up and gently brushed his fingers over her cut. Percy scowled. Even if it was inconsequential, he was still mad at himself for hurting Annabeth.

He heard her breath hitch as he ran his hand down her neck.

“I’m fine, I promise.”

Percy didn’t know why she was whispering but it felt appropriate. Her eyes found his before glancing down at their bodies. She seemed to realize, for the first time, that she was straddling him, if her eyes widening comically was any indication. She looked back to Percy’s face and the air around them turned heavy and thick like molasses. Neither of them moved for a long time. Just as Annabeth sucked in a breath and started to lean down, they heard a wolf whistle and looked up to find the culprit.

“Well, isn’t this a compromising position,” Clarisse noted with an amused voice. “I thought this was the training arena, not one of your cabins.” She was clearly trying very hard not to laugh.

Percy and Annabeth stared at each other in shock before springing apart like the other was on fire, stammering out excuses.

“We were just sparring and then Percy—“

“Annabeth beat me so she—“

“Save it you two,” Clarisse said. “I’m just playing.” Though the look on her face said she clearly didn’t believe a word. “Now get out, I want to beat up some dummies.”

With that, Percy and Annabeth packed up their stuff and walked out. They continued on in a charged silence for a few minutes before Percy couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hey, Annabeth, we were just sparring, don’t listen to Clarisse. It’s no biggie, don’t let her make things awkward between us.”

Percy didn’t mean any of it. It was definitely a ‘biggie’. A very big ‘biggie’.

Now, feel free to call Percy delusional here, but he was sure that Annabeth was about to kiss him before Clarisse interrupted. He had half a mind to go punch Clarisse in the face for that, but he had more desperate matters at hand. He needed this to stay a good moment, so he hoped downplaying it would make Annabeth feel better.

A dejected look crossed her face and she answered, “right. No biggie.” She gave him a fake smile and kept walking towards her cabin.

Shit. Maybe downplaying it was not the right strategy, Percy thought. He started grasping at straws.

“Winner gets to dunk the loser in the lake fully clothed?” He suggested with hope in his eyes. “I promise to let myself get wet this time,” he smiled.

He had a feeling Annabeth missed the good moments too because, luckily, she accepted his lousy excuse for a peace offering. She gave him a real smile and said, “you’re on Seaweed Brain. Race you to the lake!”

Percy stood there for a second, just watching Annabeth run off. His chest filled with a sensation he wasn’t ready to identify quite yet.

Annabeth turned around to see him still standing there. “Hurry up, slowpoke!” She called out.

Percy couldn’t stop smiling if he tried. Oh, yeah, he thought. This was definitely a good moment.

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Clarisse was walking back from the arena when she saw Percy and Annabeth together in the lake. Percy resurfaced with water in his mouth and spit it in Annabeth’s face playfully. She shrieked and jumped on Percy, shoving his head back underwater. They ended up with Percy holding onto Annabeth’s waist and her hands on his shoulders. They were grinning like fools and their eyes were sparkling.

Clarisse couldn’t remember the last time she had seen either of them that happy. Idiots, she thought.

“Hey Clarisse,” Silena said, walking up to her friend. “What are you looking at?”

“That.”

Silena’s gaze followed Clarisse’s line of sight and she saw the two lovesick demigods.

“Oh my Gods, that’s too cute even for them,” Silena deadpanned.

“When do you think they’re going to pull their heads out of their asses and realize they’re in love with each other?” Clarisse asked.

“I have no idea, but it better be soon. They’re driving everyone crazy.”

“You got that right.”

The girls set off, leaving Annabeth and Percy to smile at each other under the setting sun.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #percy jackson and the olympians #percabeth fanfic #percabeth #percy and annabeth #pjo #fanfiction

[takaraphoenix]

Hi! For the send me a ship, can I ask Triton/Percy?

Of course you can! A favorite! *^* Thanks for playing ;)

Who said “I love you” first: Huh, maybe Triton? In some grand confession!

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Well, living under the sea comes without a phone for Triton, but if phones would work with demigods, Percy would have a picture of Sally, Paul, Tyson and Mrs. O’Leary crammed together sooo neither

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: Percy! Silly things, doodles, mostly the Kraken or something like it (well, if they are above sea-level xD)

Who buys the other cheesy gifts: Triton buys expensive gifts, Percy buys cheesy ones!

Who initiated the first kiss: Percy probably

Who kisses the other awake in the morning: Percy does, very enthusiastically

Who starts tickle fights: Percy tries. The Kraken usually wins. That’s the problem when your “pet dog” is actually an eight-legged, excitable octopus! If he sees Percy try tickling Triton, then he wants to “help” :D

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower: Showers, under the sea... xD But if they’re on the surface, it’s usually Percy ;)

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: Sometimes, Triton comes over to camp - Percy would teach at the underwater summer camp for merpeople - with lunch to check in on his husband

Who was nervous and shy on the first date: Neither really, but both a little bit

Who kills/takes out the spiders: THERE ARE NO SPIDERS UNDER THE SEA. I’LL MOVE UNDER THE SEA

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: Percy does, totally! Triton flusters about it ^-^

#Tritercy #Triton #Percy Jackson #PJOverse #Ship Ask Game #send me asks #justonemorechaptercoldflash

[bigfan-fanfic]

Not Too Fast to See

Requested by @inhumanshadows for a Percy Jackson x Male Speedster Reader who can see through the Mist.

I love this idea so much!

People think that because you’re fast, you’re unobservant.

When in fact, you see a heck of a lot more than others do.

You’ve been a speedster for a while now - long story involving a freak accident with a lightningrod and a science fair - but you’ve been... Seeing for a lot longer.

The world is full of monsters. And strange people with swords and mystical powers and such.

It’s hard to not feel crazy when a giant black mastiff comes barreling through the streets of Manhattan, it’s woofs like machine-gun fire.

And everyone else just moves out of the way, pointing at it’s trash-can-lid-sized feet and squealing, “Puppy!” 

And you are fed up with it, so you superspeed in front of the giant hellhound and roar at it. “STOP!”

There is an “oof” from behind the beast as the boy who was chasing it runs right into it’s rear.

“Mrs. O’Leary? What’s wrong?” you hear his voice from around the dog.

“Hey, man!” you yell, zooming around to the other side of the dog to meet a rather handsome guy with jet black hair and sea green eyes. “Can you see this?”

“Uh... no?”

You cross your arms. “You called the giant tank-sized dog Mrs. O’Leary.”

The dog WOOFS at the sound of her name, shaking the very ground around her like a mini-earthquake.

The guy curses under his breath. “You can see through the Mist, too.”

“The Mist?” you ask. “What?”

So you follow Percy while he walks Mrs. O’Leary, and he tells you a lot about what’s going on. And it makes -

SO.

MUCH

SENSE!

You’ve been obsessively reading every Greek mythology book you could find after you noticed that one of these things only you saw was a pegasus.

You follow Percy to his mom and stepdad’s apartment. 

Paul Blofis cries out in shock. “Oh, wow! It’s you! You’re Tempo!”

Sally looks confused. “The superhero?”

Percy has no idea what they’re talking about. Being a demigod doesn’t exactly keep one informed of the current events of superheroes popping up.

But anyway, Sally Jackson tells you all about her time seeing through the Mist, and how it started to leave as she got older, although her sight was never as strong as yours.

“So, now that you know you aren’t going crazy, what’s next?” Percy asks, walking you to the street.

“These monsters,” you say. “Can they hurt mortals like me?”

He nods, not sure where you’re going with this.

“Then I want to help. It’s kinda my job to protect people.”

His first instinct is to shake his head. You’re a mortal. But then he remembers that you’ve superpowers to you. “Okay.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really. But first, I think you should meet Chiron.”

“Oh my gosh, he’s still alive?”

And it’s awesome to go to Camp Half-Blood and meet Chiron, who tells you mortals have been blessed with speedster powers by Hermes for centuries, and you must be a very special mortal indeed.

Percy thinks it’s cute how excited you are. You might know more about Greek myths than even Annabeth, but the way you keep pointing at things and talking to yourself is adorable.

Wait a minute. Adorable?

So, for the next few weeks, you race cross-country, helping out demigods by speeding through monsters or distracting the media with your presence so they can evade awkward situations from mortals who can’t see like you do.

Percy doesn’t have a cell phone, but he sends you Iris-messages. You had to exchange a lot of money to drachmas in order to receive all of them - Iris charges through the nose for calls from demigods to unrelated mortals.

And one day, Percy asks if you’ll come to camp to play Capture the Flag with the demigods. The Hermes cabin immediately tries to call you for their team, since obviously you have their dad’s blessing.

But you go and stand near Percy, because you kind of have a crush on him

But Mr. D - who doesn’t seem to hate you, probably because as a mortal, you don’t remind him overmuch of any of his relations, and Dionysus has always been kind towards mortals that haven’t done anything to anger him - puts you in the forest as an obstacle.

 Since with your speed the game would be over before Chiron could finish blowing his horn to signal it had begun.

You can literally be almost everywhere at once during the game.

None of the Celestial bronze weapons can touch you, so most of the campers have no hope against you. 

And eventually you come across Percy, who smirks at you.

“Okay, Y/N, let’s make a deal.”

“You’re awfully cocky. What makes you think you have anything I want?”

He smiles wider. “I think you’ll wanna hear this.”

“Okay. Shoot.”

He steps closer. “You let me capture the flag, and I’ll take you out on a date.”

You are stunned. “A-a date?”

He moves even closer. Your faces are very close together. “Yeah. We’ll grab pizza. I know this great place near Central Park.”

You’d like that. A lot. “I-”

But the horn sounds. While Percy was distracting you, his team had snuck across the river and captured the flag.

You feel a bit used after the game and during the festivities where the winners are crowned. You get a laurel wreath too, for being such a great obstacle.

“At least, until that last bit near the end...” Mr. D. says, tapping his nose and looking at you until you blush.

Anyway, the half-bloods start to clear up, and you go behind the Hermes cabin to maybe cry a little, but then you hear Percy’s voice, followed by Annabeth’s.

“Just tell him, Seaweed Brain.”

“Did you see how he looked at me during dinner? He hates me. He probably thinks I was just playing him during the game to win.”

Annabeth pauses. “You were playing him. It was the plan.”

You can almost hear Percy roll his eyes. “Yeah, but I wasn’t just playing him.”

“Well, tell him that!”

You stand up and pop out of your hiding place. “What’s going on?”

He apologizes for the game.

“But, you know, I wasn’t joking about the date or anything. If you still wanna go. I mean, it’s pizza! And hey, look, if you don’t want to, I can take you anyway, ‘cause that was kind of a dirty trick and I-”

You lean forward and kiss him, because you can tell that this boy is just gonna keep talking.

“Alright then, Seaweed Brain. Send me an Iris-message when you’re in New York, and I’ll come find you.”

He sighs. “I told Annabeth not to tell you that nickname.”

“It’s just so fitting.” You kiss him on the cheek, and he grabs your hand.

“So... it’s a date?”

You nod. “It’s a date. One that I am very much looking forward to.”

After you speed away, Percy goes back to Cabin Three. There, in the privacy of his cabin, he shouts with joy.

Running as fast as you can, you let out an excited whoop.

Neither of you can wait to see the other again.

#male reader #percy jackson x male reader #pjo x male reader #pjo headcanons #headcanons

[bluboothalassophile]

True Love

@bookaholicpt and @chromium7sky are responsible for all of what’s to come. That duo got me hooked on Once Upon a Time and I couldn’t resist the JayRae AU with a lost kid. So I hope you enjoy! =)

~~~*~*~*~~~

Raven walked in her door, shutting it carefully as she kicked off the heels of her after a very long night. She had dealt with her boss’s impatience, and then had a guy knock wine all over her, she had ruined a good pair of heels, and ruined her dress, and to top it all off her mark had been assholish enough to attempt to bribe her. Thank God Lucifer and Mazikeen Morningstar didn’t feel the need to ask questions when the guy’s nose was busted, neither had the cops. In her tiny one room apartment she dropped her keys on the counter, grabbed a bottle of wine and contemplated if the universe hated her guts or something.

It probably did, which didn’t make her feel better about her life, but it didn’t make her feel worse about the matter either. She put on her usual piano playlist as she walked from her kitchen to her bedroom, pulling off the tight black sheath of a dress, and grabbing his shirt with some yoga pants and thick fuzzy socks. There was a Ben & Jerry’s Vanilla Carmel Fudge screaming her name in her freezer; no she did not care that it was only forty something degrees outside and she should be frozen, all she cared was that today had been shit.

Her life, for the most part, seemed to be one terrible decision after another. Which was fine with her.

She had wasted a chance to Julliard; much to Lucifer Morningstar’s disgust; Luci was probably the closest thing to a father she had ever had. He had found her when she was nineteen, pregnant, alone, and scared and worse, on the streets. Lucifer didn’t have much of a heart, he would admit it, but he and his wife, had both taken her in, given her a job, a place to rest, helped her arrange the adoption of the baby once she had explored all her options, and they hadn’t pressed her.

It was one night, one stupid night, that was near to love for her; actual love. She remembered preforming the piano in a hotel lobby, she remembered him, and somewhere between Hello and Good Morning they had fallen in love. Stupid teenage cliché, but it was so real, so unlike anything she had ever felt with anyone. Then in the morning she was alone, and she discovered her pregnancy six weeks later. She was already in a precarious situation and the pregnancy was something which threw her from bad to Hell in a blink of an eye. Lucifer had found her when she was three months pregnant, scared, and alone and living in shelters. She had snuck into his hotel and played for a bit to earn some tips to get a sandwich.

Lucifer and Mazikeen had taken mercy on her.

They were still her bosses but they were the closest thing to family she had ever had. They were like parents; and if she thought about it that was a sad statement because they were the best people she had met; the foster system had shoved her in forty-three homes, all which had torn her apart and torn her down. Lucifer and Maze had built her up, even when everything in her wanted to just give up. They had given her jobs in the hotel, after the baby though, Mazikeen had taught Raven everything there was to know about bounty hunting and Raven had followed into Mazikeen’s business, a bail bondsman and bounty hunter.

Raven looked over at the phone when it buzzed which had her walking from the window of her New York City apartment. She saw Luci’s number, and Maze’s, she smiled a bit.

-We were heading out for victory dinner, if you want to join.

-No, I’m good, going to take a wine night.

-See you tomorrow love.

Raven smiled at that, she had a performance tomorrow in Luci’s hotel; which would cover his typical pianist; Clara was out for her chemo treatments tomorrow.

Sighing she put her phone down and opened her freezer. There was a sharp knock on her door, which had her sighing.

“I’m coming, Mrs. O’Leary,” she called out. Mrs. O’Leary frequently forgot her keys, the woman was ancient though, so Raven kept the spares and always opened Mrs. O’Leary’s door, also took the older woman’s groceries.

Opening her door she was startled to find not Mrs. O’Leary but a child, roughly eight or nine years old, thick curly black hair, freckles, and she stared into a pair of almost perfect aquamarine eyes, only with a violet ring around them.

“Uh… can I help you?” she asked, looking for the parent or sibling who would be accompanying the kid to sell whatever it was he was selling.

“Are you Raven Roth?” the boy asked.

“I am,” she said.

The boy trotted under her arm and into her apartment. “Cool!”

“What the!? Kid!” she shrieked spinning around to chase the boy.

“I’m Daniel!” he said.

“You should not walk into stranger’s apartments,” she said catching the kid as he looked around.

“Sweet place! And you’re not a stranger, you’re my mom,” he said.

She froze. “I don’t have a kid.”

“You gave me up for adoption,” he said turning on her. And Oh God… she saw it now, he looked exactly like his father! Her eyes in shape though, and her nose… Her heart plummeted.

“I…” she froze.

“I need your help,” he said now looking impossibly small in an oversize leather coat; like Jason’s, now she saw his torn jeans, and his winter boots, the sweater was deep red, and the scarf matched; but didn’t match the New York Mets mittens he was wearing.

“Uh… I… gimme a minute,” she gasped and ran for her bathroom, shutting the door as she took deep breaths.

~~~*~*~*~~~

Daniel watched his mom run into a room and shut the door, before he started looking around. He was here because he needed his mom’s, his real mom’s help. His adopted mom was a bad woman and she was going to kill his dad, his real dad! Not that his dad knew that.

Mom would save his dad though, he knew she would.

That was mom’s destiny. She was the only one who could stand against his adopted mom.

#bluboothalassophile #fanfic #one shot #lost son au #raven #jason todd #jayrae #redrae #raex

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196 for Lipton/Speirs and for 100 Nat/Brad

196. “Let. Her. Go.” | AO3

Marriage isn’t easy. Anyone who tells you otherwise is either full of shit or trying to sell you something.

And for Ronald Speirs, his marriage was a little more complicated. It’s true when they say you can’t help who you fall in love with. So, six years ago, when Speirs moved from Chicago to Boston and walked into the first bodega nearest his apartment, he never suspected he’d meet his future husband…or that his future husband was a mob boss.

Still, as he watches their daughter open her presents on Christmas morning, he can’t help but think it’s all been worth it.

As far as mob bosses go, Lip was relatively tame. The movies get it all wrong. Most mobs are businesses and as such their bosses are businessmen. It just so happens that the businesses they run are through…less regulated or legal means. Still, Lip is a pillar in the community. Everyone knows his name and knows the warm smile they’ll be greeted with when they meet him. He runs several local stores, church every Sunday, sponsors local little leagues, donates to the food banks every week, and even walks Mrs. O’Leary home every night like clockwork. All of this is because he wants to, not because he’s putting up smokescreens. Lip was a good man and Speirs doesn’t know how he even got so lucky and knows he doesn’t deserve the life he’s been given.

He can tell he’s getting self-deprecating and wistful, but the glare that Lip is leveling him with over the top of their daughter’s head.

Oh yeah, there’s that. Despite his inherently good nature, the mob was the mob and Lip didn’t get in his position through smiles and handshakes. Sometimes bad things had to happen to make way for better things. And it was through Lip’s glares and intimidating silence that most of it was achieved and he skyrocketed through the ranks. He’s seen bruises on Lip’s knuckles before and it’s through the insurmountable amount of trust and love he has for Lip that he just kisses them and grabs an ice pack. Lip never used violence unless absolutely necessary and Ron knows that Lip carries those bruises around long after they’ve faded.

“I think Papa’s upset he hasn’t opened anything.”

Ron’s face falls into what Lip likes to call ‘fond and annoyed’ and he hears Lip laughed loudly.

“Why don’t you go get what we made last week after school?” Lip suggests and gathers the mountain of paper left in their daughter’s wake as she skips upstairs to grab the gift.

“You’re insufferable sometimes, you know that?” Ron grumbles as he helps load the wrapping paper into the recycling bag.

Lip looks up quickly and smiles warmly and Ron curses his heart for racing slightly.

“If wasn’t insufferable, you never would’ve married me.”

Ron laughs, “I don’t know, you have other…more redeeming qualities.”

Lip raises his eyebrows, “Like?”

Ron smiles and pulls Lip in by his hips, fitting them together perfectly as they’ve always fit.

He leans in closely, lips tracing along Lip’s jaw until he reaches his left ear.

“Your wallet.”

He laughs as he just narrowly avoid being slapped upside the head by Lip.

“You’re such an asshole.” Lip laughs and settles beside Ron on their couch.

“But you love me?” Ron asks, linking their fingers together.

“I love you.” Lip declares, serious and sincere as he looks into Ron’s eyes.

Lip leans in to kiss Ron…

“Papa! Papa! I have a gift for you!”

Ron’s face scrunches up like it does when he’s denied something he really wants, and Lip laughs again, happy and content.

Ron turns to their daughter with a bright smile though as she bounces up and down with excitement.

“A gift for me?” He asks, voice heightened in only slightly exaggerated excitement.

“Daddy and I made it after school when you went to work!”

“Thank you, Lily!” He pulled their daughter into a bear hug and sat her beside him with a gentle tickle.

“Papa open it!”

Lip had been recording the entire exchange, much to Ron’s amusement. Lip was never without his phone taking pictures and videos like it were his job.

Ron gently takes off the wrapping paper, building the suspense and when he finally sees the gift, his heart feels like it’s going to burst from his chest.

It’s a small popsicle stick frame, colored with markers and glitter, and inside it is Ron’s favorite picture of them.

It was from the last Fourth of July. They’re all on their deck, Lily on Ron’s shoulder, gripping his face to force him to smile while Lip stares at them with pure, unconditional love.

Ron doesn’t realize he’s crying until a drop his the glossy picture.

“Oh no! Papa it’s okay!”

Tiny hands wrapped around his neck in an attempt to comfort him and Ron sniffles before pulling her tightly into his arms.

“I’m okay, sweetheart. I was just so surprised. It’s the best gift I’ve ever received, Lily.” He strokes her hair as he stares at Lip who stares back. It’s a testament to just how in sync they are that Lip neither expects nor asks Ron what he’s thinking.

Lily pulls away much too soon for Ron’s liking and yawns.

“Can I take a nap?”

Lip frowns, “You still have gifts to open, darling.”

“I will open them after a nap.” She demands.

Lip just laughs fondly. God their daughter was so much like Ron sometimes.

“Go grab your blanket and you can sleep on the couch while we make dinner sweetheart.”

She jumps up and runs back to her room.

Lip stands and pulls Ron up off the couch.

“Merry Christmas, Ron.”

Lip kisses him gently and after all these years, Ron’s face still flushes when he’s kissed like that.

“Lip, I ne-.”

“PAPA! DADDY!”

Lily’s screaming has them sprinting to her room.

Lip gets there first with Ron closely behind him, gun in hand.

There. In their home. In their daughter’s room. Stood the lieutenant of the rival mob with a knife to their daughter’s throat.

Ron aims his gun at the man instantly. He doesn’t know him, but he knows Lip does which is the only reason he doesn’t take him out instantly.

Ron’s move from Chicago to Boston wasn’t intentional. Back in Chicago, he was a cop. SWAT. A rising star. Then he accidentally shot a civilian while attempting to prevent a robbery and that was it. It was either leave the force or transfer out and start over again. So, he left. He cashed out his pension and moved to the first city on a random list. Then, he met Lip, fell in love, got married, and adopted Lily. It was all worth it. Ron would rather be a husband and a father than a cop. And now some piece of shit was threatening to take their daughter away from them. Not on his watch.

He knows though, his rage is nothing compared to Lip’s.

They knew something like this was on the brink. Gio, Lip’s rival, had been making moves across town trying to shut Lip out. They were going to amp up security after the holidays, figuring that Gio was a man of honor and wouldn’t make any moves until after the holidays. He guessed wrong and Lip felt like it was all his fault and despite Ron’s expertise and Lip’s own skillset, any wrong move and they could lose their daughter…their world.

Lip makes eye contact with her first, knowing Ron has his gun trained on the skittish intruder.

“Lily, you remember when me, you, and Papa were playing secret spies?”

“HEY! Talk to me here. I’m the one in charge!” The man demands.

Lily, still looking at Lip, tries to nod but the knife against her throat makes her cry out.

The piece of shit holding their daughter hostage was going to die…slowly if Ron had anything to do with it.

“Don’t move sweetie. Remember playing spies. Remember how you save Papa.”

Lip looks into Lily’s eyes to make sure she remembers and understands.

“Don’t try anything,” the man pulls Lily closer to him and further away from her parents, “I’m in charge.”

Ron’s grip tightens, “Let. Her. Go.”

He’s seething and itching to pull the trigger, but knows he can’t, not yet. If it weren’t for the situation at hand, Ron would be insanely turned on at the calm and collected way Lip is handling himself right now.

“Not a chance!” The man screams back. Lily has stopped crying and forced her face to remain cool as steel. Ron’s going to buy her a real goddamn unicorn when this is over, he’s so proud. God their daughter was so much like Lip sometimes.

“You’re in charge, then. What do you want?” Lip asks, hands folding in front of him.

“I know you got a safe in here. Gimme everything in it.”

Lip takes a small step forward, gauging the man’s reaction. The man remains in place and Lip smiles inwardly.

“I do. There’s around half a mil in cash. Is that what you want?” Lip asks, maintaining eye contact with the intruder.

“Yes!” The man nods his head.

“So, you want money. Anything else?” Lip asks gently, taking another small step forward. Ron still has his gun trained on the man.

“Yeah!” The man replies.

Lip raises his eyebrows and stares at the man.

“Well? What else?” He asks and Ron can see that Lip is very steadily losing his cool. Lily is looking between them, waiting for her signal.

“Jewelry. All your jewelry.”

Ron looks to Lip and notices Lip put his left hand behind his back and hold a finger to the middle of his hand.

Lip knows he only has a few moments before the man’s patience runs out. So, he signals Ron on the plan behind his back.

“I just have one question. Did Gio send you?” Lip asks, voice stone cold.

“Course he did. Said you wouldn’t expect it because you’re too soft.”

Lip laughed and started the countdown to Ron behind his back.

He made eye contact with Lily and smiled.

“Airborne.” He speaks and in a split second three things happen.

Lily screams suddenly and jams her foot into her captor’s knee as she slides smoothly out of his grip.

At the same time, Ron aims and shoots clean through the hand holding the blade.

Lip tackles the intruder to the ground and immediately lays into him. Fist after fist connecting to rapidly bruising and bleeding face of the man that came into his home and threatened his family.

“Daddy!” Lily cries.

Lip is panting, fists bloody and sore. The intruder is unconscious, knocked out after the third fist to his face.

Lip wipes his hands on his pants covered with snowmen and now blood.

With Lily in his arms and glued to his neck, Ron grips Lip’s arm and pulls him up and out of the room.

In the warm hallway of their home, the family of three hold onto one another tightly for a long time.

“I’m so sorry. I love you both more than anything. This is my fault.”

Ron kisses Lip roughly to quiet the ramblings that wouldn’t do any of them any good.

Lily moves to hug Lip’s neck and Lip holds her tightly.

“It’s not your fault Daddy. He was the bad spy and we ‘rested him and saved the world.”

Lip smiled against her forehead, counting his blessings that, for now, she was traumatized.

“That’s right, baby girl. And you saved us!” Ron exclaims, eyes shifting from on the unconscious body in the other room to his daughter.

“I always save you!” She claimed.

Lip looked at Ron and kissed him again. He always knew Ron would do anything to keep them safe, but something about seeing him in action made Lip’s heart swell.

He pulled away, Lily still clinging to him.

“Lily, earmuffs, okay?”

She rolls her eyes but puts her hands to her ears anyway.

Ron looks to Lip before he starts on clean up and retaliation.

“I know, Lip. Take a deep breath first. We’re safe. She’s safe. I love you and I’m ready for anything you want. I trust you.”

Lip smiles and kisses Ron again, adrenaline steadily lowering and bringing heavy exhaustion with it and he sends a quick prayer up above for bringing Ron into his life and letting him love and be loved by him.

“I love you so much, Ron.”

Ron kisses him and when he pulls apart, he nods, ready to begin.

“Toye and Luz are closest. We can have them do the transfer of that piece of shit to the warehouse.”

Lip nods, “Lily will be happy to see them as well and that’ll be good for her. I want Martin and Bull to work a rotation schedule for a perimeter around the clock until I deal with Gio.”

Ron nods, “I’ll help. The boys will be itching for the job.”

“And I want Babe and Roe as Lily’s teams. Babe always asks to babysit because I know they’re itching to adopt, so it works out best. Sometimes I think Lily loves them more than us.”

Lip smiles as Lily starts to fall asleep against his chest, once again sending a prayer up above for all that he has. Ron and Lily are family, but so is every man on his crew. All protectors of them and their daughter.

“When are Joe and Web due back?” Lip asks, shifting slightly as Lily officially falls asleep.

“Tomorrow.”

“Good, I want them working intel with Skip, Malark, and Grant. Anyone who knew anyone who knew about this is dead.”

Ron nods in agreement. The silent power and coldness doing nothing to deter his love and admiration for his husband. It’s not uninitiated violence. It’s revenge. Retaliation. And Ron is more than happy to contribute.

“Dick and Nix are going to lose their minds. You know how much they were trying to prevent this war.”

“Well, they may be police chief and commissioner, but they made it clear that they were her godfathers first and foremost. And once they find out, they might kill Gio themselves.”

Ron laughs, “Boston blood thicker than water?”

Lip smiles, “Something like that, smartass.”

Lip kisses Ron again and the intensity in the tenderness of the kiss makes Ron gasp.

“I love you and I’m so goddamn thankful for you every day, Ron. You and Lily are my world. I will stop at nothing to keep you safe.”

Ron grips Lip’s hand tightly.

“I’m telling Father Donovan you took the Lord’s name in vain.”

Lip laughs loudly and Ron’s cheeks warm with love.

Ron pulls his family into his arms, Lily shifting seamlessly to readjust.

“I love you too, Lip. You’ve given me everything I thought I could never have. I will do everything I can to protect you both and everyone else in our family now and down the line.”

Lip jerks his head up, “Down the line?”

Ron smiles, no longer scared to voice his plans for the future, knowing nothing could every scared Lip away.

“After we win the war, I want to adopt again. Lily hasn’t stopped asking for a sibling since her fourth birthday and I know you always wanted a big family. So do I.”

Lip kisses him again.

“We’re gonna need a bigger house.” Lip posits with a sharp smile.

Ron laughs, “Guess we are.”

They’re brought of out their embrace by a groan from the other room.

Ron looks at Lip, both sets of eyes burning with reignited fury.

Lip nods toward the room, “Your turn, officer. I’ll call the men in.”

Ron kisses Lip’s cheek and moves toward the room, rolling up the sleeves of his ugly Christmas sweater.

“Try not to kill him.”

Ron turns to Lip at the doorframe of their daughter’s room and frowns.

“You’re no fun.”

Lip laughs as he heads to their bedroom to lay Lily down and call in his men to lay down the plan for revenge.

Good thing he’d done enough shopping to feed an Army for dinner.

It’s was going to be a long night. A longer war.

But for now, his family was safe. He was loved.

And with Ron and Lily by his side, Lip knew he could survive anything.

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Coffee and Cigarettes

Yes, finally! Here’s the second chapter, sorry it took so long!

--

As the days passed, the further Roger seemed to fall further down the rabbit hole. 

It had been manageable at first. He could shove things to the back corners of his mind, lock them up only to be revisited when he was alone and could express his emotions however loud or quiet or sappy as he liked.

It had gotten to a point, though, where it was becoming slightly obvious. Well, maybe more than slightly, but he was still in a little bit of denial over that part. As a matter of fact, he was still in a bit of denial over the entirety of this whole… thing that had wrapped itself around his heart. It had been a hot minute since he’d felt anything like that, something so fragile and terrifying and wonderful and confusing all at once.

He still wasn’t too sure if he liked it or not.

Freddie had started to pick up on the whole thing, which wasn’t really surprising. It was almost like he had a sixth sense for those sorts of things. Freddie could tell you if you had feelings for someone before you even knew about them yourself, he could tell you who you’d end up liking months before you met. He was just odd like that.

The thing that told him how obvious he was really being about the whole ordeal, was the fact that Brian was picking up on it. Brian who was more interested in the stars in the sky than finding a star of his own to love. Brian who didn’t seem to understand the purpose of human emotions the fell on the sappier end of the spectrum, who was so dense he couldn’t tell someone was flirting with him until they came right out and said it. He was more of a brick wall than he was a human when it came to these sorts of things, really.

If Brian had started to notice, then things were going in a downward spiral, and they were doing it fast. It wouldn’t be long before he hit rock bottom now.

Granted his “rock bottom” was more or less something that some people would wait their entire lives to find if they had the time, but.. He was in distress, he was having a crisis, alright? He was allowed to be all negative and grumpy about the matter.

Well, not really, but he would insist he was instead.

Every moment spent with John was as agonizing as they were wonderful and it was quite possibly one of the most annoying things he’d experienced in his adult life. (When he’d told that to Freddie, he’d simply snorted and told him that he’d lived a good life if falling in love was one of the annoying things. He’d just insisted that he wasn’t falling in love, even if he knew he was lying.)

He wished that he could feel the same torture he was inflicting upon Roger, the same confusing whirlwind of emotions that seemed to move in a direction every single time he thought he was getting the hang of them.

At the same time, though, he’d never wish that upon John, because he would never want him to hurt like that. It was truly infuriating, this stupid “catching feelings” thing he’d managed to do to himself. It made everything horribly complicated, which was quite annoying.

He almost wished Mr. Bernes hadn’t quit his job and fucked off to France with a younger woman.

Only almost, though.

As annoying as his feelings were, he did rather like John, and he didn’t smell like chalk dust and B.O. He smelled more like… coffee and cigarettes. A dab of some sort of cologne too. Which sounded like it would be disgusting, but it wasn’t. It was nice. It was very distinctly John, so, of course he liked it.

He hated that he liked it at the same time, though, and it was all… ugh. Yeah, that was a good way to put it, a better way to put it. The entirety of the thing was just.. Ugh. But it also made his heart explode into a million little pieces, but in a very, very good way. Which was weird and something he’d thought to be impossible, but it wasn’t.

And he thought that was a good way to sum up having feelings for someone. Hell, even the definitions he’d managed to at least attempt and outline were confusing as hell.

All of these together had made him grow to hate and love his lunch period. He and John just so happened to have it at the same time, so they would normally gather in one of their rooms and throw peanuts or wads of paper at each other while they ate. They also enjoyed smack talking a student or two, even if that was technically against the rules. He couldn’t name a single teacher that didn’t do that. 

“What’ve you got today, Mr. Taylor?” John plopped down in a chair next to his desk and dropped his brown bag lunch down on it.

“Well, let’s see. Leftover lasagna from when mum was visiting over the weekend. An apple. And the ever so exciting water.”

“Wow, how fancy. Much more interesting than a bologna sandwich and crisps.”

“Ah, well, that’s what happens when parents visit, they make you too much food so you have leftovers to make sure you’re actually eating, even if you are a grown adult.”

“Very true. My mum always complains about how thin I am. Thinks I’m out here starving or something like that, I think.” He shook his head. “What’s her name?”

“Who’s?”

“Your mum’s.”

“Oh. It’s not a very common one.”

“Makes it unique.”

“Winnifred.”

“That’s lovely. That was my great aunt’s name.”

“Really? Was it? Huh. Winnifred Deacon.”

“Baker, actually.”

“What?”

“Her last name. It was Baker. She was my grandpa’s sister.”

“Ah. I see.” 

They lapsed into a sort of quiet silence after that, simply enjoying each other’s company. It was nice.

John suddenly speaking drew Roger out of his thoughts.

“Sorry, what? I was spaced out. What did you say?”

“I asked you if you were busy this weekend.”

“Oh.” Was he busy? No. Probably not. “No, I don’t think so.”

“No? Neither am I.”

“Cool.” He tapped his fingers against his thigh for a moment. “Did you-”

“I was wondering if maybe you’d want to come over, then.”

“Oh.”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to, I just though it might be nice to be together in an environment outside of school.”

“No. No, yeah, I’d like that, I’d like that.”

“Thought maybe we could watch a movie or something. Or just hang out, if you’d like that better.”

“Whatever is fine with me.”

He chose not to say anything about the pleased little smile on John’s face as he ducked his head under the guise of putting his tupperware away. “Great.”

--

Roger was more nervous to just ‘hang out with a mate’ than he would have liked to admit. Then again, he’d never had these sort of feeling towards someone who was just his mate before. John was most certainly the exception here, there were… some sort of special rules that applied to it or something like that.

He supposed that was fair enough. There were a certain number of rules you had to follow for different situations. It was one thing when you thought someone was attractive and you wanted them to know it. It was another thing entirely when you had feelings for someone that you knew you weren’t supposed to. It was like the forbidden fruit or whatever from the bible with Adam and Eve. And his feelings were the snake.

Something like that, at least. He’d never been a religious man, never paid attention at Sunday school when his parents had made him go.

Anyways, the point was that John was something he couldn’t have, he was just out of his reach. And if he tried to grab it, then he knew, he knew that it was going to disappear and he wouldn’t even be able to admire it from afar.

He realized he had been standing outside of John’s door longer than was strictly necessary. Probably long enough to look suspicious. Maybe his paranoid elderly neighbor would call the police on him or something.

That thought was enough to get him moving, though, his hand coking up to give three knocks in quick succession.

When John opened the door and saw him, a rather pleasant looking smile spread across his face and Roger could faintly hear the barking of a dog from behind him. “Oh, hey, Rog. You’re early.” His hair was still a bit tussles, looking a bit like bed head, as if he hadn’t had the time to brush it. It wasn’t bad, though. Roger quite liked the way it looked, actually.

“Yeah. It would appear that I am. Thought traffic was gonna be worse than it was and all, you know? Didn’t want to be too late.”

“Right. Right, right, I see.” He stood there for a moment before seeming to realize leaving your guests out on your door stoop wasn’t the most polite thing to do and he stepped aside to let him in. “You can come in, if you’d like. Or if you want, you can just stand out there all day. But it’s your call. But Mrs. O’leary might call the cops on you if you do that,” He called over his shoulder at him as he walked away.

He knew it.

He stepped inside after him and looked around for a moment. He had a nice place. Not too big, but not small. Very homey and lived in and quaint. He liked it. “You’ve got a nice place.”

“Oh? Thanks. I’ve been looking for a new one, actually.” He commented from where he was in the kitchen and appeared to be putting his kettle on. “D’you want a cuppa?”

“That’d be nice, thank you.”

The flat filled with a comfortable silence for a few minutes, other than John’s quiet humming, the happy bark of a dog when John would stoop down to pet her, and the eventual whistle of the kettle. John sat down a mug in front of him, his own clutched in his hand. “I put some milk and sugar in it. Nobody drinks straight tea unless they’re an alien.” The mug which he had given to Roger was black and covered in little lightning bolts, and the one that he had clutched in his own hands had the words ‘World’s okayest bass player’ spread across it. They were both very… John and that alone was enough to have a little smile curling onto his lips.

God, he was falling, for Christ’s sake, they were mugs.

“Did you hear me, Rog?”

His head snapped up. “What?”

He gave a little roll of his eyes. “I was asking if there were any good movies that you might want to watch.”

“Oh.” He smiled sheepishly. “Oops. My bad. Well… y’ever seen A Clockwork Orange?”

He grinned. “I have, as a matter of fact. My favorite movie, really.”

“That so? It’s a favorite of mine.”

“Might see if there’s anywhere we can see it.”

They settled back into the comfortable silence as John flicked through the TV, seeming to have finally found it after a seven minute search. “Ah, here we are. Been a minute since I watched it, though. Never really have time to sit down and watch a film, you know? Life’s all busy and fast paced and then when you have free time, then there’s a million other things you’ve been meaning to get to that get done instead.”

“I get what you mean. Remember when we thought things would be so much more fun as an adult?”

John snorted. “I remember when I was a kid, I thought I was going to be able to do all these things when I got to be older, and now… here I am, stuck with work and bills and lessons and fixing things up and calling my mum and all that, and I’ve hardly got any time to do anything for myself if I want to actually sleep. Just aren’t enough hours in the day, you know?” He looked down into his mug.

“Do you ever wish for more?” Roger asked after a few minutes.

“Do I ever wish for more?” He seemed to have to think about that one for a minute, fingers tapping out a rhythm to a song only he could hear on the side of his mug. “No.” He finally decided. “No, I don’t. I like where I am. I like the things that I do. I like being a teacher, and I like making music and showing other people how to. I like having a dog named after a journalist that nobody understands, and I like putting Robert in the sweaters that my mum knits for him and I like living in a cozy flat that’s not too big or too small. I could have gone a lot of different directions in life, there’s a reason I chose to walk the way that I did.”

He pursed his lips and nodded his head. John was a lot more sure of himself and the path he had paved for himself than Roger was. He had wanted to be a dentist, but that was disgusting. Then he had wanted to be a biologist, but he hadn’t been able to find a job that stuck there, and he knew a local high school was looking for a new biology teacher and that he had the qualifications, so he’d ended up there. And he loved teaching, he loved the kids, but at the same time he couldn’t help but wonder what could have been from time to time. “That’s… it’s good to know why you do the things you do.” He said after a moment of careful consideration. “Not everyone can think like that,” He added after a moment.

“Do you like where you’re at?”

He sucked in a quiet breath and mulled over his words for a few minutes. “I like being a teacher.” He finally said. “And I think I’m in a pretty good place right now, actually.”

“That’s good, that’s good.”

Their attention turned back to the TV, focus returning to the show.

As the night went on, their mugs of tea were replaced by bottles of beer that John retrieved from the fridge, and he let the dog go with him that time. She settled herself on the couch between them and seemed to rather like Roger, letting her head rest on his thigh as he ran his hand up and down her back absentmindedly.

One beer turned into two and they were both pleasantly tipsy, floating the line between drunk when they hit halfway through their third beer. Roger’s mind wasn’t really clear anymore, but at the same time it wasn’t entirely clouded. Not quite.

It had gotten to the point, though, that he was starting to stare a little bit. At his smile, the little gap in his teeth and the way his eyes scrunched up at the corner. How he was always moving, fingers tapping, legs bouncing, feet knocking together.

And the alcohol probably hadn’t been helping what he did next.

John made some sort of dumb joke, and when he turned his head, he was laughing, and Roger couldn’t help himself.

He leaned forward and he kissed him.

When John didn’t immediately pull away, he thought it was okay, that he had made the right move.

Then he felt a hand on his chest pushing him back, and his heart sunk down into his stomach. There was a conflicted expression on his face, like he didn’t know what to say, what to do. “Rog. I think… I think that maybe you should go.” He finally said, eyes looking anywhere but at Roger.

“I… Yeah. Yeah, okay, I… Yeah.” He swallowed thickly and stood up from the couch.

Neither of them said anything as he put on his shoes and walked to the door, giving John a parting glance before stepping outside.

Well, fuck.

#coffee and cigarettes #queen #joger #dealor #john deacon #roger taylor

[renee-writer]

Shamrock to a Thistle Chapter 33 House Hunting

“Good schools.”

“Decent size yard.”

“Bath and a half.” He arches his eyes at her. “I don’t mind sharing a bathroom but sometimes a woman just has to go. “

“Aye. Okay. It is a decent list.” They have spent the morning making out what they want in a house before meeting with the realtor in the afternoon. It includes:

Three bedrooms.

Modern kitchen.

Office space.

Safe neighborhood.

Close to both their jobs.

“We are ready.” She declares with bravado them she really feels. House hunting is huge. It feels like stepping off a cliff without a parachute. He sees her face and draws her to him.

“We have this. I ken it is scary but, we are neither one of us alone. It will be okay.” She offers him a wavering smile and he offers one of his own before sealing their smiles together.

Their realtor is a bubbly lass named Katherine, call me Kate, who assures them that she can find them the perfect home.

“You have picked the perfect time to buy a first home. Interest rates are very low and it is a buyers market.” She assures them as she drives towards the first house on her list. It is beautiful from the outside. One story on a large lot. A small garage off to the side. They step out and walk up the path tp the front door. Jamie stops her before she opens it.

“What is it?” Claire and Kate ask together. He points to the broken window in the front.

“We can get that fixed.”

“Aye but did the neighbors report it to the owner or realty company?

“No but.”

“It makes this neighborhood unsafe. My wife and future bairns will not be living in an unsafe neighborhood.”

“Understand. Well there is many others.”. They move on.

The second place gave Claire a bad feeling as soon as she walked in.

“Every hair on the back of my neck raised.” She explains to Jamie and Kate.

The third has real possibility. It has all they require including something they hadn’t asked for, a swing set in the back yard. The kitchen has a dishwasher and garbage disposal. The master bedroom has it's own bathroom. It seems perfect then they meet their neighbors.

“You buying this place?” the man asks Jamie as he walks around and inspects the gutters. Claire is still inside with Kate.

“Thinking about it. Seems a good home to raise our future bairns in.”

“It is that. Your wife and you expecting?”

“Future wife. Not yet.”

“Doing it right. Buying a house for the future not just the present.”

“That is the plan. How are the schools?”

“They are..”

“Jamie. Did you know there is a window seat in one of the children’s rooms?”

“Is there? It will be the lass' room then. Claire, meet our potential neighbor. Sorry, I didn’t catch yer name?” he turns back to find the friendly man he was just talking to gone. He was looking at Claire with disgust.

“Maybe this isn’t the right house for you, after all. You see, we have very good property values. We would hate to see them go down “ Jamie tenses up and steps in front of Claire.

“What are ye saying?” The bigot was going to say it plain, giving him an excuse to knock him out.

“Jamie, come on. We don't need his answer. Or this house.”

“Smart move girl. I am sure you can find a neighborhood more darker. We like to keep this one white.” Jamie goes to swing and Claire grabs his arm.

“He isn't worth it.” He turns away, takes her hand, and gently kisses her, in plain view of the arse hole.

“Ye are right, my love. “ They find Kate and explain the problem.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t know.”

“You couldn’t have. Let's just move on.” Claire worries Jamie will hit the man if they don't get away soon.

Finally, the fourth house. It is a bit smaller. Has no swing set but, it has a fenced back yard. The kitchen is a bit less modern, no garbage disposal but a dishwasher. The master bedroom still has a bath attached. No window seat but the children’s rooms are a bit bigger. The office has room for two desks and the bookshelves are built in. The living room flows into the dining room and kitchen and huge windows look out into the back yard.

“We can watch them play. They and their mates.” Jamie says as he wraps his arms around her. “I will get a swing set and built a window seat.”

“We need to meet the neighbors.”

“Aye.” They walk out, with Kate and knock on the doors to either side. The left is opened by a elderly woman who is thrilled that a young couple may be moving in next door.

“It is the perfect house for a young family. The Simmons lived there until there youngest graduated. I wish they could have stayed so we could have got to know their grandchildren. But, Mr Simmons died, God rest his soul. It will be a blessing to hear the sound of children again.”

“Mrs?”

“Fritz lad. Gail Fritz.”

“Jamie Anderson and my fiance, Claire O’Leary. May we ask ye a delicate question?”

“Aye Jamie. I may not answer.”

“Understood. We need to know if Claire and our future children will be safe here.”

“Why because of her race?”

“Aye.” He explains what had happened at the last house.

“I am so sorry. It is a shame and a disgrace that such still occurs in this day and age. I have lived her all my married life, and that will be fifty next month, and ne' had those type of issues here. Aye Jamie. Claire and the weans will be safe here.”

“Thank you. And congrats on your coming 50th.”

“A commitment tae God and each other is what Gary and I swore tae. We have kept it. Ye do the same, and ye will reach this number tae.”

“Thank ye. I think it will be helpful tae have ye as a neighbor.”

“So, you are taking it?” Kate asks.

“We are.” They answer together.

“Excellent. Come, lets sign the papers.” They do and, after the inspections and escrow, they will be home owners.

#my writing #jamie and claire #losely based on outlander #shamrock to a thidtle #house hunting

[braincoins]

@tybunnythehellmoose

“You don’t mind if I record this, do you?”

“Of course not.” 

“Thank you.” The investigator from the United Kingdom’s Royal Society for Extrahuman Affairs started the recorder going on his phone and set it between them. He slid the file folders with him - Kairos’s DoVE folder was right on top - to one side and clicked his pen, setting it to the pad of yellow legal paper. “So, you are Kairos of Knossos, also known as Kairos Kineso, also known as Kairos Caine...”

“Ugh, I never use that last one anymore,” he groaned. “It was almost a joke to use it in the first place.”

The man arched an eyebrow. “How so?”

“Inside joke,” he added on, waving his hand dismissively. “And yes, I was born Kairos of Knossos, in the third year of the reign of Lycastus - in modern dating, 1653 BCE - in the fifth day of the reaping time. I was a scribe to Minos II in his palace before the Master turned me in 1630 BCE.” 

None of that was written down. “And this was the Bronze Age, yes?”

“Yes. Quite a long time ago.”

“You are one of those known as ‘the Firstborn’?”

“I am,” he agreed with a nod. So far, this was incredibly boring. Why am I doing this again? he asked Caitlin.

Grant says he was told to accommodate the man and aid in his investigation.

Investigation into what, exactly?

Firstborn, apparently. There was a sense of uneasiness that came with the message, and Kairos tried not to frown. Caitlin’s... status was hard to explain, and it was usually better to avoid it entirely. Most people assumed he had turned her and that she was, therefore, a Secondborn. He let them believe that, because it was the easiest way to explain how a woman whose birth certificate read “1985″ could possess so much power.

“Do you know the Watcher?” 

If his blood had been capable of such a thing, it would have gone cold at the question. “Most vampires know of the Watcher,” he replied carefully.

“Yes, ‘know of’. But do you know the Watcher personally?”

He wasn’t about to tell this random stranger the truth. “The Watcher is the mysterious adversary to the Master,” he answered.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“No one knows the Watcher, except the Watcher themselves.” Being philosophical about it kept him from lying. He would, if he had to, for Caitlin’s sake. Most of their kind viewed the millennia-long grudge match between the man who had made vampires and the Watcher as a kind of sporting event: amusing, but ultimately of little consequence. But he couldn’t be sure someone out there didn’t have a misplaced sense of loyalty to “the Master” and wouldn’t try to come after the love of his entire life and death.

This human could be in the service of such a vampire, or he could just be too nosy for his own good. Who knew what his plans were for the Watcher? 

The investigator snorted in annoyance. “Is the Watcher a Firstborn?”

"Who can say? We know of seven, and even most of those are lost to our knowledge. Perhaps the Master made more and we don't know." He dearly hoped he hadn’t made more. 

"Is the Watcher even a vampire?" 

"I've heard a great many tales, but, to me, the Watcher is an angel." He smiled innocently.

“An angel?”

“Not literally. More in the ‘better angels of our nature’ sense.”

The investigator frowned and scribbled some things on the pad before looking up. “Are you hiding something from me?”

“I’m hiding a great deal,” he agreed. “For example, in my day, we didn’t wear this many clothes.”

The man looked at him, eyes flashing with anger. Kairos simply sat there and radiated his own amusement. This man, well-fed and of good stock, stood near 6 feet tall and thus would have towered over him if they were standing. But he was human and facing a Firstborn, a vampire of singular power and strength. As the investigator’s anger increased, Kairos swapped his amusement for just the barest hint of warning. I could drain you dry before you could scream, had I the inclination. But that wouldn’t do anyone any good, least of all his brother-in-law, who was caught up in the DoVE bureaucracy and would not have a good time explaining to his colleagues over at RSEA about why their investigator was a desiccated husk.

The man sat back and stopped glaring. “Very well, let’s get back to you then.”

“Oh yes, let’s,” he said cheerily.

“You are currently married.”

“Happily, so don’t get any ideas.” He was having fun now.

The investigator said nothing to that. “And you have twins with your wife...”

“Yes, Ciaran and Brigid. Do you want to see photos?”

He went on as if there had been no interruption. “...who is also a vampire. How is that possible? We know that ova production ceases immediately upon death and that the uterus and remaining ova quickly become... inoperable.”

This was a truth he would have dodged with damn near anyone, if for no other reason than that he wasn’t sure how to explain it, really. Instead, he pointed out, “She wasn’t always a vampire,” and left it at that.

“The twins are dhampir, then?”

“Yes.” True, but, again, inexplicable.

“And you’re sure they’re yours?”

Anyone else might have been angry, but Kairos just burst out laughing. He probably should have been worried by the question, truth be told, because the implication was that a female vampire had somehow had children with a male human, which was thought to be impossible. That would point to some power or ability previously unknown, which would bring Caitlin back into the spotlight as a person of interest.

But Kairos was too amused to go through that train of thought. “You came here to interview me without doing the minimum of research? Or did you just forget?" He reached over to tap his folder on top of the stack. “I’m fully-registered with DoVE and all other relevant agencies in the countries where I do business -  including your RSEA. Did you read my file? My information is all right there, including my Gift.”

The man shifted in his chair. “Yes, I read your file,” he all but growled. “I know about your ‘expanded Sire’ Gift: you can Command all those of your bloodline, not just your Children. You can sense them, communicate with them telepathically at any distance, etc.”

“Did you miss the full implications of the phrase ‘of my bloodline’?” He had (mostly) stopped laughing - an occasional giggle escaped - and was in Patient Teacher Mode. “The twins are currently at school; I don’t even need to close my eyes to feel them there. So, yes, as they are ‘of my bloodline,’ they are my children, even though they are not my Children.” He smiled again, but more coldly this time. “Should I let them know you say hello?”

“That won’t be necessary. This is enough for now.” He stopped the phone recording. “I may want to interview you at another time.”

Kairos stood, and though he was not of impressive stature, the sheer power at his beck and call made him seem taller and more muscular. He was the founder and CEO of a worldwide import/export business, with seats on the boards of many other companies. He was a multi-billionaire who was on a first name basis with many powerful people. And, of course, he was one of the oldest and most powerful beings on the planet. 

He pulled all that power to him, wearing it like a mantle draped over his expensive business suit, and raised his chin just a little as he looked at the human.

“Mr. Kineso, sir,” the investigator added quickly.

He nodded. “Of course. I am at your disposal, day or night.” He added that last phrase on as a reminder: he was so old that even the noonday sun was a nuisance and not an immediate death sentence. 

The investigator gathered up his phone and the files and scurried out of the room...

...where Grant caught him. “So, how’d it go?” Before he could answer, Kairos’s brother-in-law (and head of the New York City office of DoVE) kept going. “You can tell me all about it at this great bar I know, right around the corner. Come on, I’ll buy you a drink.” He all but pulled the man away from Caitlin and down the hall.

Kairos walked out and looked at his wife. He was the Fifth of the Firstborn, uniquely powerful, it was true. But he relinquished his mantle of power and smiled fondly at Caitlin Kineso nee O’Leary, his wife, the mother of his children, and the Fourth of the Firstborn, known to the vampiric world as The Watcher. 

“Do you think he’ll want to interview me?” she asked, more curious than afraid.

“Grant will no doubt convince him it’s a waste of time. Everyone thinks you’re Secondborn. What about Abrihet?” A sister Firstborn, and a friend of theirs.

“She’s conveniently on vacation, visiting Athanasia.” She wrapped him up in a hug. “I hear they might go to Crete.”

He hugged her back. “Oh good, she’ll finally get some culture then.”

Caitlin laughed, and his heart that had stilled thousands of years ago felt like it skipped a beat. “It’s unbecoming of a Firstborn to fight so childishly with a Secondborn,” she teased him gently.

“It’s unbecoming of a Greek Secondborn to try to tell a Cretan Firstborn that hers is the superior culture,” he shot back. 

She snorted. “But seriously, Kairos, what should we do about this? Is it really so big a deal to let RSEA or DoVE or all the rest of them know I’m the Watcher?”

“You want to have to explain all of that to them?” he asked. “Do you want them trying to figure out how you traveled through time so that they can manipulate it for their own ends?”

“They won’t figure it out. I don’t even know how it happened.”

“But if they know it’s possible, they’ll try to do it.” He tipped her face up to his. “You already spent millennia setting the world right so we could be together again, my dearest. Do you want to do it again?”

“I would,” she said softly, looking into his eyes. “For you, I would.”

He murmured his thanks in his own long-forgotten tongue, pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “I’d rather you not have to. DoVE doesn’t need to know this, and neither does some limey Brit.”

She laughed again. “Has my Irish bloodline’s hatred of the British rubbed off on you?”

“No, I just like hearing you laugh.” And it was the truest thing he’d said all day, right up until he said, “I love you.”

#long post #OCs #and Tybunny's OCs #and all the weirdness we've done with them #how the twins came to be is a whole nother bit of weirdness #but yeah time travel #and vampires #and werewolves and witches #and Fey #and all kinds of fun stuff #DoVE #Kairos

[let-it-raines]

I know you must be so swamped on prompts right now but since you said you are still taking them... this one is more of sentence prompt: “Emma peppered his face with kisses before clinging to his chest, the reassurance that he was ok confirmed with every beat of his heart. ‘Emma,’ he murmured, with a tightness she didn’t understand in his voice. She looked up at him only to see his eyes directed over her head. She turned slightly only to see nearly every one of their friends staring back.”

Hi, Anon! I have LOVED this line prompt ever since you sent it to me, and I really hope you enjoy this prompt! I did change it the slightest bit, but it’s mostly just wording. The core is still there!

She hates him when they first meet. She hates him, and it’s not to any (okay, so much is a better word here because it really is partially on him) fault of his own, not really. She doesn’t like change, and after David being her partner for three years, she’s not exactly receptive to him getting a promotion to Lieutenant. Of course she’s proud of him and happy for him. He wants to be Captain one day, so this is a natural step. It just means David won’t be kicking by her side (but not a sidekick, as he likes to point out) every day.

So in comes Killian Jones from another district with his overwhelming confidence and relentless innuendos that border on the line of inappropriate. But they never do cross the line. He is an expert at toeing the line, apparently. If anything, she probably would find them funny, enjoying the way he manages to turn anything into a joke, but he is David’s replacement, and everything he does annoys her.

Seriously. Everything.

She is annoyed with the way he takes his coffee (seriously, who drinks just black coffee?), the way he ticks his right eyebrow up when asking a question instead of actually asking the question, the way he flirts with half of the people they question when out on a case, and in all honestly, she really hates the way he listens to NPR instead of music when they are out driving on the way to a crime scene.

But after four months of having a new partner – and after what is basically the equivalent of getting yelled at by a parent when David sits her down and tells her to give Killian a chance – she learns to accept Killian and the fact that he isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. So maybe she realizes that not everyone has to load more coffee creamer into their coffee than the actual coffee like she does, and maybe she realizes that she does the eyebrow thing too, possibly much more often than Killian does. And she definitely realizes that while, yes, he is a relentless flirt, he only does it with women who are a bit hesitant to talk to them and need a bit of coaxing. And it’s not so much flirting as charming and making them comfortable with him so that they’re not nervous. And sometimes he’s successful enough with it all to get people to let their guards down and tell him more information than they probably would had she stared them down with her arms crossed over her chest and her lips stretched into a thin line. And the NPR thing, well, that still annoys her, and she learns that he likes it simply because he’s a bit of a nerd.

A hot nerd, but a nerd all the same.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that. She kind of likes the nerdy side to him. Not that she’d tell him that.

Yet.

Or the fact that she thinks he’s hot. That’s also a deep, dark secret that she hoards to herself.

Four months bleed into five, then six, then seven, and as the time passes, she and Killian get into a rhythm and a partnership that works for them. They know exactly how to investigate a scene together or how to question a suspect. When they work at night, Killian drives, more comfortable driving in the dark, and she drives during the day, letting him talk to her and entertain her when things are a little slow.

Not everything is about work, either. David and Killian pick up a friendship, and not only does he infiltrate their friend group, but he also becomes her friend. It’s slow at first, much like them becoming successful partners, but as more months pass, she stops thinking about Killian Jones as just someone who she works with.

She knows that he’s a detective because his older brother was killed in the line of duty while serving in the Navy, and while he didn’t want to join the military, he did want to be of service to his adopted country of America. And he knows that she does this because she didn’t know what else to do, her childhood dream of being a music teacher taking a backseat after Neal and her almost-arrest when he tried to frame her for stealing watches. But luck was on her side then because she’d been at her social worker’s office when the crime happened, and as much as she hated Mr. Hopper sometimes, she was thankful for him that day. And thus the fascination with police work and the justice system. But in no way will she ever thank Neal for putting her on this path. He doesn’t deserve a damn thing.

And after a night off where she and Killian both crash at Rose’s Pizzeria while all of their friends go home, they each know deep, dark dating histories full of more heartbreak than any two people deserve.

Something shifts somewhere along the way, the heavy secrets still spilling out on occasion when the other needs to talk, but it’s mostly small, inconsequential things that they share with each other, needing the heaviness to lighten a bit.

Killian’s favorite color is, unsurprisingly considering his wardrobe, black, and his favorite thing to eat is, deeply surprising considering his usual healthy eating, fried chicken and onion rings. He apparently hated it when he first moved to America, not liking the grease, but on days where he really is tired of salads and grilled fish, he will indulge. He likes comedies more than any other type of movie, and he’s got an entire wall full of bookshelves which barely contain all of the books that he reads. He hates hot weather, the summer months in New York some of his least favorite, and the day it starts to get cooler, he’s like a girl on Instagram with her LL Bean boots and pumpkin spice latte.

(“I don’t drink damn pumpkin spice lattes, Swan.”)

She learns that he’s a bigger neat freak than she thought, the way his apartment is spotless despite his roommate Will is proof enough of that, and she learns that he likes to fall asleep before ten, a cup of un-caffeinated tea sitting on his bedside table along with one of his books and his reading glasses.

(“You poke fun, darling, but it’s the most pleasurable way to end an evening. Unless I’m getting up to more enjoyable activities, of course.”)

And she only knows this because at some point in time, she and Killian stop toeing the line of partnership and friendship and dive right into dating.

And the enjoyable activities thing.

She really likes that.

By some point in time, she means a year and seven months after they met. They’d been hanging out with all of their friends (because they officially don’t have any that the other doesn’t) at Killian’s place, and instead of going home, she stayed over. It was mostly innocent, something she’d done several times before, but then her lips brushed over his, soft and sweet until things turned desperate and demanding, and they’ve been together in the four months since.

If she’s honest with herself, it’s been the best four months of her life. Everything is great, Killian showing her for the first time in her life that guys don’t have to always be assholes, and she’s happy more often than she has been in years. They do argue sometimes, neither of them pushing away their strong personality in order to appease the other, but they work it out. It’s something she can’t quite put her finger on…okay, it’s freaking awesome. She’s not even going to try to be eloquent with it.

Really, the only problem with their relationship is that only she and Killian know about it.

Well, Will might. They’re not sure, but there’s no way he hasn’t heard them when she stays with Killian.

Poor guy.

-/-

“Killian,” she laughs, tucking her feet and knees up and curling herself into a ball while he brushes his lips over her face, purposely breathing heavily over her so she can smell the garlic on his breath despite her stuffy nose. “You smell disgusting. S-stop.”

“I just really, desperately need to kiss you, darling, and my breath is not going to stop me.”

She groans before kicking out and hitting him in the stomach so that he falls back on the bed, the mattress bouncing beneath them. “Go brush your teeth and use a hell of a lot of mouthwash, and then I will make out with you. I promise.”

“That’s the kind of promise I can get behind.” He smacks his lips against her cheek before jumping off the bed and jogging to the bathroom, popping his head out a minute later with his toothbrush in his mouth and his cheeks hollowed out while he brushes.

God, he’s a goofball sometimes, and she imagines that he and David must have had a little something to drink while they went out to watch the baseball game at O’Leary’s. And Killian must have inhaled the garlic because damn, she’s never smelled it quite like that.

“Whyareyoualreadyinbed?”

“You gotta repeat that. It was not…English.”

Killian holds up in his hand before stepping back into the bathroom and audibly spitting into the sink at the same time the water turns on. He’s gone for a few more minutes, probably wiping down her bathroom counter while he swishes the mouthwash around, but he finally does emerge in his sweatpants and a t-shirt, having changed out of his jeans and sweater. Before he settles down in bed, he leans over her and slants his lips over hers so she can taste the peppermint and fresh breath. Yeah, that’s much better.

“Why are you already in bed?” Killian asks, his earlier words making more sense while he settles down under the covers and fiddles around for the TV remote, checking the guide.

“Cramps,” she answers honestly, never bothering to shield him from the realities of how she feels. “And I’m pretty sure I’m getting a cold, as if periods weren’t bad enough. Actually, I know I have a cold. I’m all stopped up.”

Killian turns on his side and reaches over to brush her hair out of her face, his touch as gentle as always. “I’m sorry, darling. I can go out and get you something if you need it. Have you eaten?”She nods her head, eyes fluttering closed at his touch. “I had a sandwich and some fruit. You know, an apple a day keeps the doctor away and all that jazz.”

“That’s not necessarily true. Do you need to go to your GP?”

“No, I’m fine, Killian. I promise. You still want to make out? I did promise to get you to practice some dental hygiene.”

“Now that I know you’re possibly dying with some kind of weird disease? Absolutely not. I’m not kissing you with that mouth.”“Sucks for you because you already did.”“I have leftovers of my shrimp. I can get garlic breath again and breath over you all night long.”

“Weirdo.”

“Takes one to know one.”She shakes her head before sliding down on her mattress, bringing her heating pad with her, and settling down under the covers. Killian does the same, going back to finding something to watch on TV, deciding on old reruns of The Office until they both fall asleep. When Killian’s alarm goes off in the morning, her lower back hurts and her head is pounding to the point where she can’t imagine moving from her spot in bed, let alone going to work.

“Killian?”

“Mhm,” he mumbles, twisting in bed and propping himself up next to her head after shutting off his alarm.

“Will you get my phone and text Roberts that I’m not coming in today? I’m sorry, babe. I know we had a busy day, but I can’t…I feel awful.”

She feels his lips against her forehead before she feels his body stretch over hers to grab her phone off of her bedside table. “It’s fine, Swan. Are you sure you don’t want me to take you to the doctor?”“I’m sure. I’ll be fine.”

Killian eventually gets up and leaves for work, but it’s not before shuffling through her medicine cabinet and finding any possible medicine that she needs, as well as a few packages of crackers and some snacks. Bless him for being so caring, but she’s sure she’s simply got a damn head cold on top of her period, and the combination just sucks. A lot. Sneezing while on your period is like some kind of weird, gross torture.

But as the day goes on and her medicine kicks in, the headache fades, and she’s left with some minor back pain and the unfortunate sneezing. She probably could have suffered through work, but she’s not going to feel bad about using one of her sick days. Instead she enjoys it as much as she can, staying in bed and watching whatever bad soap operas are on TV while stuffing her face with the crackers…and the rest of Killian’s garlic shrimp. It’s fantastic and totally worth the bad breath. And if he didn’t want to risk her eating his food, he should have gone home to his apartment instead of coming over to see her last night.

It was the logical thing to do.

At some point she gets sucked into looking at brownstones online. It’s a guilty pleasure that she has, setting the highest price limit possible and browsing through the houses that she can literally never afford. Hell, she can barely afford this place, but she likes living alone and made the monetary sacrifice for her tiny one-bedroom. But then she starts thinking realistically, looking at apartments a little closer to the station, and while she could probably afford one on her own, she knows she could if she got a roommate.

Specifically Killian.

Which is crazy. They’ve only been together for four months. That’s far too soon. She hasn’t even told him she loves him yet. She does, though. Love him, that is. She’s known for a few weeks, realizing it while they went for a run together only to stuff their faces with ice cream right after they finished. It was his suggestion, too, and she’d had so much fun eating ice cream in sweaty clothes in the middle of December that suddenly everything clicked into place.

She loves him.

She’s just not sure how to tell him.

There have been plenty of opportunities to tell him. Every time she sees him really or every time they talk on the phone. Literally every moment of every day. She could tell him anytime. She’s not scared. She knows he loves her back, but for some reason, for once in her life, she wants everything to be perfect in a cheesy rom com kind of way. Which is ridiculous and so not her, but then again, maybe it is.

So she spends hours looking at real apartments that she and Killian can actually afford on their salaries. It may not be for right now, but it’s a future kind of thing, which would and should terrify her, but she’s accepted that she’s growing and changing. There’s no more running away and hiding from her problems. She’s got to be an adult about things.

Telling their friends about them should probably be at the top of the list of being mature.

Right after telling Killian she loves him. That’s priority number one.

When they first got together, neither of them really knew what exactly they were doing, and while it was never a question of whether or not it was serious, there were some complications. Most of all, they’re work partners and while not prohibited, it’s strongly discouraged. Partners who are emotionally connected more than normal are assumed to not be able to think clearly in a situation when their loved one is in danger, which she thinks is bullshit in a lot of ways.

Yeah, it makes sense. When someone you love might get hurt, you might be tempted to put their well-being over the success of the case, but everyone cares about their partner. You have to be to work well together, to be able to think clearly on cases. It happens whether you’re dating or not. But she and Killian very rarely go into situations that are actively dangerous. They mostly investigate closed off crime scenes and then do a hell of a lot of paperwork afterward. Then again, they do run into some…interesting people when investigating, so yeah, sometimes they’re not exactly safe.

But on top of that, they decided to keep things secret in case they do break up. They didn’t want everyone else looking at them with pitying looks and judgmental stares. Most of their precinct is awesome, but there are a few awful people who’d make their lives a living hell, not to mention the stares she’d get for sleeping with her partner. Killian wouldn’t get them, would probably get high fives, which makes her blood curdle, but she would. And she’s not someone who wants to deal with assholes at work making a big deal of her personal life when her job is supposed to be about her professional life. She’s damn good at what she does, and she’s not going to let anyone try to tell her otherwise because she happens to be dating Killian.

And at the bottom of their list of reasons, their friends would all be so damn smug about all of it. The more Killian became friends with everyone in their group, the more teasing they’d both get about flirting with each other and being close. You’d think they were fifteen and not thirty.

So they’d decided to keep things a secret, but really, they should probably talk about that. She’d like to be able to kiss him in front of other people and to not have to sneak in when staying at Killian’s.

But she has to tell him she loves him first. That’s on the top of the list. Definitely.

The day seems to fly by, the nap she takes in the middle of it helping her, and before she knows it, it’s six in the evening, and she hasn’t heard from Killian all day. Usually she’s with him, but when she’s not, he texts one or twice to check in. It’s not something she worries about, not needing to be in constant contact with him, so she doesn’t think anything of it, fixing herself something to eat and settling down on the couch and turning on the TV where the local news is playing.

“We don’t know much about the situation, but according to sources, two officers have been sent to the hospital with serious injuries while others have been checked out on the scene and cleared. Gold and three of his associates have all been taken into custody. We’ll update you the more we know. I’m Elizabeth Cartwright, signing off from location.”

Gold.

Gold.

Gold.

Holy shit. That’s her case. That’s their case. The one they’ve been working on for months. What the hell are they all doing going after him when she’s at home sick?

But then Elizabeth’s words hit her, the fact that two officers have been hurt and taken to the hospital. Killian isn’t an officer, but the news gets titles like that wrong all of the time. So as her heartrate picks up and her stomach is weighed down with every horrible thought racing through her mind, she tries to hold it together as she rushes back into her bedroom to grab her phone, immediately clicking on Killian’s name.

“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” she chants, kicking off her pajama pants and changing into jeans all while the phone rings over and over again. She keeps calling, and all she gets is his voicemail every time. “Killian, please answer your fucking phone. I’m really freaking out, and I need to know that you’re alright.”

But Killian doesn’t pick up, and neither does David. She calls Mary Margaret, but she doesn’t get an answer from her either. No one is answering any of her calls, and she feels like she can’t breathe, her throat closing up in a way that has nothing to do with her cold. So she slips on her boots, not even really getting them down on her heels before she’s running out of her apartment and toward the subway station, probably looking like a crazy person as she swipes her metro card and rushes through the gates, hopping on a train and not bothering to sit down, knowing the she’ll just be fidgety and look even more crazed. God, she needs a tissue or something. She’s disgusting.

It seems to take longer than it ever has before for her to get through the three stops that it takes to get to the station, but she’s eventually there, rushing through the doors and up the stairs until she’s back in the not-so-fresh air of the city and just a few blocks over from where she needs to be. She runs, not caring anymore because the man she loves could be in critical condition in the hospital and she has no idea.

But then she’s in front of the double glass doors, flashing her badge at security and, as calmly as she can, walking into the elevator bay and attempting to even out her breathing, wiping her nose on her sleeve no matter how disgusting that is. There’re a few other people in the elevator with her, stopping on floors below hers, and by the time she reaches the twelfth floor, her heartrate has calmed even as her anxiety has heightened. She could vomit.

She didn’t even change her tampon, but she’s totally going to worry about that later.

Eventually the doors open to the bullpen, and it’s a mess of people walking around instead of sitting at their desks, and she can’t see the mop of black hair and ginger speckled beard that she’s looking for. But then her eyes connect with a flash of distinctive blue across the room, and she’s hurriedly pushing though people to get to him.

As soon as she reaches him, she peppers his face with kisses before clinging to his chest, the reassurance that he is ok confirmed with every beat of his heart beneath her touch. He’s here. He’s real, and he’s not hurt. He’s not dying or in a hospital or in any of the horrible situations that she imagined on her way over here.

“Emma,” he murmurs with a tightness in his voice that she doesn’t understand. She looks up at him only to see his eyes directed over her head, while his hands run up and down her back. She turns slightly only to see nearly every one of their coworkers staring at them as well as David, who’s got his arms crossed with a smug look on his face that she doesn’t even care about because he’s okay too. “Emma, darling, everyone can see us.”

“I don’t care,” she promises, tightening her arms around him and pressing them together as closely as she can. “I just don’t care right now, Killian.”

His hands leave her waist to come up and cup her face, light blue eyes staring intently into hers. “What the hell is happening, love? Why are you here? Why are you freaking out?”

“I thought…I thought you were hurt or dead. I saw on the news where we got Gold, but it also said people were injured. It just…it didn’t say who, and no one would answer their phones and I – I…” She slaps his chest, right over the heart she’s so glad to feel beating, “and I can’t believe you fucking went after Gold when I was sick and at home.”

“I didn’t.”“You didn’t? What? What are you talking about?”

“I didn’t go. I wasn’t there,” Killian answers, leaning down and brushing his lips over hers before stepping away and grabbing her hand, pulling her away to the break room with the sound of wolf whistles and cheers in the background. She rolls her eyes, but she’s too confused and upset and finally feeling her exertion to quickly get here taking its toll on her body for her to care about any of them right now.

Once they’re in the breakroom, only Officer Collins in there with her headphones in not paying them a bit of attention, she takes a few deep breaths, her chest heaving with the movement, and stares Killian, whose lips are stretched into a soft smile, down, all of her adrenaline completely fading and the little energy she has being redirected to work.

“I’m so confused. What do you mean you weren’t there? That’s our case.”

“I know that, and I’m not bloody stupid. I’d never dare go after him without you. He could be sitting in my living room asking to be arrested, and I’d wait for you.”

“That makes you horrible at your job.”

“But a damn good boyfriend.”

He winks at her before he smiles so brightly that his eyes crinkles and squint. God, she loves him. He’s ridiculous, but he didn’t go. He didn’t go because of her. “I love you,” she sighs, meaning every word and saying screw it to waiting for the perfect time. This, right here, is the perfect time. “I love you so damn much, Killian Jones, and I can’t believe you’d give up being there for one of the biggest cases of our careers just because I was home sick.”

He clicks his teeth and tilts his head before dipping it down and brushing his lips over hers again, passionate enough that she feels it down to her toes. She’s gone through so much today, and she has no idea what any feeling in her body is right now…except happiness. And love. Lots of that.

And maybe still her damn cold.

“I love you, Emma,” Killian promises, cupping her face and wiping off the tears (and in all honesty, snot) from her face while his words settle into her and replace the anxiety she was feeling earlier with an overwhelming sense of calm, her breathing and heartrate only increasing with the euphoria that he’s here and alive and he loves her. “Let’s go home and get you medicated again. And then I’ll tell you all about what’s been happening at work and why we all missed your calls, okay?”

“It better be a damn good reason. You almost gave me a heart attack, and I’m pretty sure I didn’t even lock the front door.”

-/-

In the following few days, her life feels like as much of a whirlwind as that hour where she didn’t know what the hell was going on with Killian, whether he was dead or alive or somewhere in between. Killian takes her back to her apartment, and after she’s showered and changed into her pajamas, he sits down with her on the couch and explains everything.

They got a tip from one of their sources that Gold was hiding out in an old warehouse down by the Hudson. He’d screwed up and left a paper trail buying lunch at a nearby café. The man is some kind of criminal mastermind with his drugs and his stolen goods, but he slipped up and paid with a debit card linked to one of his aliases. Years of never being caught, and it all went away for a sandwich and a cup of tea. So they’d sent out officers from their team as well as special ops and scoped out the area, quickly finding him early this morning based off of all of the research she and Killian had compiled.

And when their Captain asked for Killian to go even though Emma wasn’t there, he refused, stating he’d stay at the precinct and monitor the situation from there, feeding info into all of their offices who are more equip for active field work. He’d almost called her, wanting to update her on everything so she can be a part, but then everything had happened so quickly and he was being swept away into an office without his cell phone, which is why he didn’t answer any of his calls. The same with David. Mary Margaret not answering hers is still a mystery.

But they’d gotten Gold and despite not physically being there for his capture, she and Killian are awarded the credit for it. It is their case, after all. So somewhere between filing paperwork, answering questions, and actually getting to talk to Gold, she gets back to work and back into the swing of things even with her head cold still raging a war against her.

(And they welcome back Locksley and Penn two weeks later after they get the all clear from their doctors.)

She and Killian have to file their relationship with HR, which really isn’t an issue. Most of her annoyances come from her coworkers giving the two of them more glances than usual, even if they stay completely professional while working. But she doesn’t let it get to her, knowing that even if this isn’t how they really wanted things to happen, it’s good that they have.

David is expectedly smug, Mary Margaret is expectedly excited, Will is expectedly relieved that he can stop pretending he doesn’t know it’s Emma who spends the night, and Ruby is expectedly full of questions about the sex.

For the record, it’s fantastic.

Like everything with she and Killian, things progress naturally, even if life pushes and pulls them in certain directions that they may not want to go in. Their relationship is out there in the world and filed on some paperwork in the depths of the precinct, and it enables them to grow together, the “I love you’s” occurring every day and not just when Emma’s been thinking that Killian’s dead.

And then, after knowing Killian for three years, the period where he annoyed her daily included, Emma finally uses all of her useless knowledge of Brooklyn real estate to find a one bedroom apartment…for two people.

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10 Comets That Have Gone Missing

Comets go lacking. Sure, we all know that sounds bizarre. Comets are large and have distinctive tails, so they have a tendency to face out. And it isn’t like they are often stolen by aliens, or one thing. However, typically they only disappear.

Missing comets are a puzzle to astronomers. More often than not, they think the comet broke aside or was flung out of our photo voltaic system when it acquired too near a planet. Jupiter could be very responsible of this. Nevertheless, it’s not precisely straightforward to get a definitive reply. For all we all know, the comet may even be round however couldn’t be noticed for sure causes. Some comets have even disappeared, solely to reappear and disappear once more.

10 Nice Comet Of 1264

The Nice Comet of 1264 appeared over the skies between July and October 1264. It was seen all through the day however was most seen simply earlier than the Solar rose within the early mornings. It additionally arrived at a time when comets have been seen as dangerous omens.

On the time, individuals believed comets have been despatched by supernatural beings and will trigger deaths, floods, and illnesses. The superstition was strengthened when Pope City IV turned sick across the time the comet first appeared. He died on October three, 1264, the final day the comet was noticed. Individuals stated the comet killed the pope.

A equally vibrant comet mysteriously appeared in 1556 and was appropriately referred to as the Nice Comet of 1556. In 1778, astronomer Man Pingre claimed the comets of 1264 and 1556 have been the identical one. He surmised that it returned each 292 years and predicted it will return once more in 1848. The comet didn’t return.

If we have been to go by Pingre’s calculations, the comet ought to return in 2140. Nevertheless, there isn’t a proof that this can occur. This implies this entry might include two lacking comets.[1]

9 Biela’s Comet

Biela’s Comet was found by Jacques Leibax Montaigne on March eight, 1772. It was rediscovered by Jean-Louis Pons in 1805 and Wilhelm von Biela in 1826. Pons didn’t understand the comet had been noticed earlier, however Biela did when he decided it had the identical orbit because the comets recorded by Montaigne and Pons.

Biela’s Comet returned in 1832, 1846, and 1852 earlier than disappearing. It stays unclear whether or not it broke up or one other celestial physique altered its orbit. Nevertheless, most astronomers consider it broke aside. One other recognized comet, Comet NEAT (207P/NEAT) was even suspected to be one in every of its fragments.

Writer Mel Waskin claimed Biela’s Comet broke up. In his guide, Mrs. O’Leary’s Comet: Cosmic Causes of the Nice Chicago Hearth, Waskin claimed Biela’s comet broke up into two smaller comets in 1845. Astronomers continued to trace one piece, whereas the opposite later crashed into the Earth in 1871. He claimed the influence brought on a number of fires, such because the Nice Chicago Hearth and the fires of Peshtigo, Wisconsin, and Manistee, Michigan, which all occurred on October eight, 1871.[2]

eight Caesar’s Comet

The mysterious Caesar’s Comet is probably the brightest comet ever. It appeared in 44 BC and was extensively noticed and recorded earlier than disappearing. The comet is known as after the well-known Roman common and statesman Julius Caesar, who was assassinated on March 15 the identical yr.

Caesar’s Comet appeared in July, 4 months after Caesar’s demise. The Romans have been holding the Ludi Victoriae Caesaris video games in honor of Caesar on the time the comet appeared. It was very vibrant and clearly seen in the course of the day. And it remained seen for seven days earlier than disappearing.

Individuals claimed the comet was the soul of Julius Caesar. These assertions weren’t shocking, since Caesar himself used to say he was a god. His household additionally claimed to be descendants of Aeneus, who supposedly based Rome, and Venus, a goddess.[3]

However, 44 BC was the one time we ever noticed Caesar’s Comet. It’s suspected to be a nonperiodic comet, as in a single that doesn’t orbit the Solar. Which means it’d by no means return once more. Others assume it might have damaged into smaller elements.

7 Brorsen’s Comet

Brorsen’s Comet (aka 5D/Brorsen) was found by Theodor Brorsen on February 26, 1846. It remained seen till April 22, when it lastly traveled too far to be noticed. Johann Franz Encke claimed it returned each three.44 years, however it was later agreed to be round 5.5 years.

Brorsen’s Comet was anticipated to return in September 1851, however it by no means did. Nevertheless, it returned in March 1857, when it was rediscovered by Karl Christian Bruhns. Bruhns didn’t understand he had discovered the lacking comet till it was established that his discovery was not a brand new comet however the beforehand misplaced Brorsen’s Comet.

The comet returned once more in 1862 however was not noticed. It confirmed up in 1868 and was noticed. In the meantime, astronomers had already observed that the comet all the time flew too near Jupiter, which was altering its orbit. It was presupposed to return in 1874 however appeared a yr earlier as a result of the fuel big shortened its orbit.

Brorsen’s Comet got here again round in 1879, the final time it was ever seen. It was purported to return in 1884, 1895, 1901, and different subsequent years however by no means did. Astronomers extensively looked for it in 1973, when it was anticipated to make one other flyby. It was by no means discovered and stays lacking.[4]

6 Comet Lexell

Comet Lexell was 2.2 million kilometers from the Earth at its closest, making it the closest any comet has ever come to our planet. It appeared in 1770 and was first noticed by Charles Messier. Nevertheless, it received its identify after Anders Johan Lexell calculated its orbit and decided that it ended someplace round Jupiter. He stated the comet would return each 5 and a half years.

Comet Lexell was anticipated to return in 1776, however it by no means did. Nor did it present up ever once more. Urbain Le Verrier decided the comet’s orbit had been altered when it strayed too near Jupiter. Jupiter both elevated its orbit, which suggests it might return someday sooner or later, or flung it away from our photo voltaic system.[5]

5 Nice Daylight Comet Of 1910

In January 1910, as anxious skygazers awaited the arrival of the well-known Halley’s Comet, one other one instantly appeared within the sky. This comet, which was aptly referred to as the Nice Daylight Comet of 1910, was so shiny that it was clearly seen within the daytime sky. It was 5 occasions brighter than Venus.

Some miners in South Africa have been believed to have first noticed the comet on January 12. The comet quickly appeared over the US, the place sensible entrepreneurs organized “comet-watching parties” to permit curious individuals observe it with a telescope. The comet remained seen till the primary weeks of February and has not been seen ever since.

Apparently, the looks of the Nice Daylight Comet of 1910 outshone Halley’s Comet, which arrived few months later. When Halley’s Comet returned in 1985–1986, some individuals who claimed to have seen it when it arrived in 1910 ended up describing Nice Daylight Comet.[6]

four Comet Perrine-Mrkos

Comet Perrine-Mrkos was found by Charles Dillon Perrine on December 9, 1896. Perrine didn’t understand he had discovered a brand new comet. He thought it was a part of the misplaced Biela’s Comet, which was believed to have damaged up. He calculated that the comet would return in 1903, nevertheless it was not noticed.

It was noticed once more in 1909 however not seen afterward for a while. Comet Perrine-Mrkos was presupposed to return in 1916, however its visibility would have been so poor that no one bothered to search for it. It was anticipated to return once more in 1922 and 1929 however was not seen in both yr.

The comet was lastly noticed once more on October 19, 1955, when it was noticed by Antonin Mrkos. Mrkos thought it was a brand new comet or a part of the supposedly fragmented Biela’s Comet. Nevertheless, Leland E. Cunningham deduced that it was neither a brand new comet nor a part of Biela’s Comet. It was the misplaced comet earlier found by Perrine.

Astronomers observed that the orbit of Comet Perrine-Mrkos had been altered on the time it was rediscovered by Mrkos. This was as a result of it typically traveled near Jupiter, which we’ve already fingered for flinging comets out of our photo voltaic system. However, the comet was seen within the sky till February 1956.

Afterward, the comet was declared lacking once more till it reappeared in 1961 and 1968. It was declared lacking but once more when it didn’t reappear in 1975.[7]

three Comet Boethin

Comet Boethin was found by Reverend Leo Boethin on January four, 1975. Astronomers calculated its orbit and decided that it might return in 11 years. Their calculations proved right when the comet confirmed up in January 1986, 11 years later. It was noticed by a number of astronomers till March 1.

Comet Boethin was anticipated to return once more in April 1997, nevertheless it by no means did. If it did, it was not noticed. Nevertheless, astronomers lastly agreed it was lacking when it didn’t return in December 2008.

NASA was so positive that the comet was coming that at one level, they deliberate to ship their Deep Influence spacecraft to intercept it. NASA launched the spacecraft in 2005 and left it orbiting the Solar, anticipating the arrival of Comet Boethin, which by no means confirmed up. It’s suspected to have damaged aside.[8]

2 75D/Kohoutek

75D/Kohoutek was found by Lubos Kohoutek in February 1975. It’s distinct from the extra well-known Comet Kohoutek. Astronomers decided that 75D/Kohoutek wouldn’t have been seen from Earth if Jupiter had not altered its orbit on July 28, 1972.

75D/Kohoutek was decided to return roughly each seven years. It appeared in 1988 however was declared lacking when it didn’t return in 1994. It didn’t seem in 2000, 2007, or 2014, both. Astronomers will dump the lacking label if the comet reappears in March 2021.[9]

1 83D/Russell

83D/Russell (previously 83P/Russel) was found by Kenneth S. Russell on June 16, 1979, and remained seen till August 14. M.P. Sweet calculated its orbit and decided it will return each 7.43 years. Daniel W.E. Inexperienced countered this when he calculated that the comet to return in 6.13 years.

Inexperienced was proper. 83D/Russell returned once more in April 1985 and was first noticed by J. Gibson on April 9. It was seen till June 17. Afterward, the comet strayed too near Jupiter. The gravitational drive of the planet altered its orbit, growing its perihelion distance from 1.61 to 2.18 astronomical models.

On the time, astronomers predicted the alteration might render the comet lacking. The truth is, that was additionally the final time the comet was seen. The comet was anticipated to return in 1991 and 1998, however the circumstances didn’t favor its statement. 2006 was anticipated to have higher circumstances, however 83D/Russell wasn’t seen, so it’s lacking.[10]

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10 Comets That Have Gone Missing

Comets go lacking. Sure, we all know that sounds bizarre. Comets are large and have distinctive tails, so they have a tendency to face out. And it isn’t like they are often stolen by aliens, or one thing. However, typically they only disappear.

Missing comets are a puzzle to astronomers. More often than not, they think the comet broke aside or was flung out of our photo voltaic system when it acquired too near a planet. Jupiter could be very responsible of this. Nevertheless, it’s not precisely straightforward to get a definitive reply. For all we all know, the comet may even be round however couldn’t be noticed for sure causes. Some comets have even disappeared, solely to reappear and disappear once more.

10 Nice Comet Of 1264

The Nice Comet of 1264 appeared over the skies between July and October 1264. It was seen all through the day however was most seen simply earlier than the Solar rose within the early mornings. It additionally arrived at a time when comets have been seen as dangerous omens.

On the time, individuals believed comets have been despatched by supernatural beings and will trigger deaths, floods, and illnesses. The superstition was strengthened when Pope City IV turned sick across the time the comet first appeared. He died on October three, 1264, the final day the comet was noticed. Individuals stated the comet killed the pope.

A equally vibrant comet mysteriously appeared in 1556 and was appropriately referred to as the Nice Comet of 1556. In 1778, astronomer Man Pingre claimed the comets of 1264 and 1556 have been the identical one. He surmised that it returned each 292 years and predicted it will return once more in 1848. The comet didn’t return.

If we have been to go by Pingre’s calculations, the comet ought to return in 2140. Nevertheless, there isn’t a proof that this can occur. This implies this entry might include two lacking comets.[1]

9 Biela’s Comet

Biela’s Comet was found by Jacques Leibax Montaigne on March eight, 1772. It was rediscovered by Jean-Louis Pons in 1805 and Wilhelm von Biela in 1826. Pons didn’t understand the comet had been noticed earlier, however Biela did when he decided it had the identical orbit because the comets recorded by Montaigne and Pons.

Biela’s Comet returned in 1832, 1846, and 1852 earlier than disappearing. It stays unclear whether or not it broke up or one other celestial physique altered its orbit. Nevertheless, most astronomers consider it broke aside. One other recognized comet, Comet NEAT (207P/NEAT) was even suspected to be one in every of its fragments.

Writer Mel Waskin claimed Biela’s Comet broke up. In his guide, Mrs. O’Leary’s Comet: Cosmic Causes of the Nice Chicago Hearth, Waskin claimed Biela’s comet broke up into two smaller comets in 1845. Astronomers continued to trace one piece, whereas the opposite later crashed into the Earth in 1871. He claimed the influence brought on a number of fires, such because the Nice Chicago Hearth and the fires of Peshtigo, Wisconsin, and Manistee, Michigan, which all occurred on October eight, 1871.[2]

eight Caesar’s Comet

The mysterious Caesar’s Comet is probably the brightest comet ever. It appeared in 44 BC and was extensively noticed and recorded earlier than disappearing. The comet is known as after the well-known Roman common and statesman Julius Caesar, who was assassinated on March 15 the identical yr.

Caesar’s Comet appeared in July, 4 months after Caesar’s demise. The Romans have been holding the Ludi Victoriae Caesaris video games in honor of Caesar on the time the comet appeared. It was very vibrant and clearly seen in the course of the day. And it remained seen for seven days earlier than disappearing.

Individuals claimed the comet was the soul of Julius Caesar. These assertions weren’t shocking, since Caesar himself used to say he was a god. His household additionally claimed to be descendants of Aeneus, who supposedly based Rome, and Venus, a goddess.[3]

However, 44 BC was the one time we ever noticed Caesar’s Comet. It’s suspected to be a nonperiodic comet, as in a single that doesn’t orbit the Solar. Which means it’d by no means return once more. Others assume it might have damaged into smaller elements.

7 Brorsen’s Comet

Brorsen’s Comet (aka 5D/Brorsen) was found by Theodor Brorsen on February 26, 1846. It remained seen till April 22, when it lastly traveled too far to be noticed. Johann Franz Encke claimed it returned each three.44 years, however it was later agreed to be round 5.5 years.

Brorsen’s Comet was anticipated to return in September 1851, however it by no means did. Nevertheless, it returned in March 1857, when it was rediscovered by Karl Christian Bruhns. Bruhns didn’t understand he had discovered the lacking comet till it was established that his discovery was not a brand new comet however the beforehand misplaced Brorsen’s Comet.

The comet returned once more in 1862 however was not noticed. It confirmed up in 1868 and was noticed. In the meantime, astronomers had already observed that the comet all the time flew too near Jupiter, which was altering its orbit. It was presupposed to return in 1874 however appeared a yr earlier as a result of the fuel big shortened its orbit.

Brorsen’s Comet got here again round in 1879, the final time it was ever seen. It was purported to return in 1884, 1895, 1901, and different subsequent years however by no means did. Astronomers extensively looked for it in 1973, when it was anticipated to make one other flyby. It was by no means discovered and stays lacking.[4]

6 Comet Lexell

Comet Lexell was 2.2 million kilometers from the Earth at its closest, making it the closest any comet has ever come to our planet. It appeared in 1770 and was first noticed by Charles Messier. Nevertheless, it received its identify after Anders Johan Lexell calculated its orbit and decided that it ended someplace round Jupiter. He stated the comet would return each 5 and a half years.

Comet Lexell was anticipated to return in 1776, however it by no means did. Nor did it present up ever once more. Urbain Le Verrier decided the comet’s orbit had been altered when it strayed too near Jupiter. Jupiter both elevated its orbit, which suggests it might return someday sooner or later, or flung it away from our photo voltaic system.[5]

5 Nice Daylight Comet Of 1910

In January 1910, as anxious skygazers awaited the arrival of the well-known Halley’s Comet, one other one instantly appeared within the sky. This comet, which was aptly referred to as the Nice Daylight Comet of 1910, was so shiny that it was clearly seen within the daytime sky. It was 5 occasions brighter than Venus.

Some miners in South Africa have been believed to have first noticed the comet on January 12. The comet quickly appeared over the US, the place sensible entrepreneurs organized “comet-watching parties” to permit curious individuals observe it with a telescope. The comet remained seen till the primary weeks of February and has not been seen ever since.

Apparently, the looks of the Nice Daylight Comet of 1910 outshone Halley’s Comet, which arrived few months later. When Halley’s Comet returned in 1985–1986, some individuals who claimed to have seen it when it arrived in 1910 ended up describing Nice Daylight Comet.[6]

four Comet Perrine-Mrkos

Comet Perrine-Mrkos was found by Charles Dillon Perrine on December 9, 1896. Perrine didn’t understand he had discovered a brand new comet. He thought it was a part of the misplaced Biela’s Comet, which was believed to have damaged up. He calculated that the comet would return in 1903, nevertheless it was not noticed.

It was noticed once more in 1909 however not seen afterward for a while. Comet Perrine-Mrkos was presupposed to return in 1916, however its visibility would have been so poor that no one bothered to search for it. It was anticipated to return once more in 1922 and 1929 however was not seen in both yr.

The comet was lastly noticed once more on October 19, 1955, when it was noticed by Antonin Mrkos. Mrkos thought it was a brand new comet or a part of the supposedly fragmented Biela’s Comet. Nevertheless, Leland E. Cunningham deduced that it was neither a brand new comet nor a part of Biela’s Comet. It was the misplaced comet earlier found by Perrine.

Astronomers observed that the orbit of Comet Perrine-Mrkos had been altered on the time it was rediscovered by Mrkos. This was as a result of it typically traveled near Jupiter, which we’ve already fingered for flinging comets out of our photo voltaic system. However, the comet was seen within the sky till February 1956.

Afterward, the comet was declared lacking once more till it reappeared in 1961 and 1968. It was declared lacking but once more when it didn’t reappear in 1975.[7]

three Comet Boethin

Comet Boethin was found by Reverend Leo Boethin on January four, 1975. Astronomers calculated its orbit and decided that it might return in 11 years. Their calculations proved right when the comet confirmed up in January 1986, 11 years later. It was noticed by a number of astronomers till March 1.

Comet Boethin was anticipated to return once more in April 1997, nevertheless it by no means did. If it did, it was not noticed. Nevertheless, astronomers lastly agreed it was lacking when it didn’t return in December 2008.

NASA was so positive that the comet was coming that at one level, they deliberate to ship their Deep Influence spacecraft to intercept it. NASA launched the spacecraft in 2005 and left it orbiting the Solar, anticipating the arrival of Comet Boethin, which by no means confirmed up. It’s suspected to have damaged aside.[8]

2 75D/Kohoutek

75D/Kohoutek was found by Lubos Kohoutek in February 1975. It’s distinct from the extra well-known Comet Kohoutek. Astronomers decided that 75D/Kohoutek wouldn’t have been seen from Earth if Jupiter had not altered its orbit on July 28, 1972.

75D/Kohoutek was decided to return roughly each seven years. It appeared in 1988 however was declared lacking when it didn’t return in 1994. It didn’t seem in 2000, 2007, or 2014, both. Astronomers will dump the lacking label if the comet reappears in March 2021.[9]

1 83D/Russell

83D/Russell (previously 83P/Russel) was found by Kenneth S. Russell on June 16, 1979, and remained seen till August 14. M.P. Sweet calculated its orbit and decided it will return each 7.43 years. Daniel W.E. Inexperienced countered this when he calculated that the comet to return in 6.13 years.

Inexperienced was proper. 83D/Russell returned once more in April 1985 and was first noticed by J. Gibson on April 9. It was seen till June 17. Afterward, the comet strayed too near Jupiter. The gravitational drive of the planet altered its orbit, growing its perihelion distance from 1.61 to 2.18 astronomical models.

On the time, astronomers predicted the alteration might render the comet lacking. The truth is, that was additionally the final time the comet was seen. The comet was anticipated to return in 1991 and 1998, however the circumstances didn’t favor its statement. 2006 was anticipated to have higher circumstances, however 83D/Russell wasn’t seen, so it’s lacking.[10]

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