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Ah, yes the missing scenes! I hope I can provide a small sense of closure for you and I hope that this is what you were looking for! Thank you for the request! 

AO3- Book_Lover2001

Eliott could feel Lucas’ hand on his back; he could feel his presence next to him like a comforting, soothing force. He could see him, worry and fear creased in the lines of his face all for a girl who he barely knew, all for a situation they couldn’t control. Eliott felt him, saw him, and yet it was as if he wasn’t there. It was as if Eliott was underwater and everything was out of reach, floating away from Lucas the further he sunk.

He was better than he was last weekend, but not entirely. He still felt like he was trapped under a sheet of ice, or like he was living out of his body, or like he just woke up from a long nap-- pick whichever analogy you want to use, but none could truly describe how off he felt.

Daphné had gone up the tower thirty minutes ago and for each minute that passed, Eliott slipped an inch further. Lucas didn’t speak, afraid that he might say the wrong thing and unsure if the moment required arbitrary small talk or the mutterings of hopeful optimism.

“Was this how you felt when I ran off?” Eliott asked, his voice far off in a daze as his eyes never broke from the doorway. He could sense his boyfriend watching him, as the question hung in the air.

“Yes and no,” Lucas finally replied with a soft tone. “I felt, unsure, afraid, worried, a bit lost, but the difference is I knew where you were.”

“I don’t like feeling like this.” Lucas reached up and placed a gentle hand on his cheek, in a loving manor.

“She’ll be okay. She’s strong, like you.” As if Lucas' words triggered the mercy of the universe, the door of the building swung open and Daphné walked out with Lola tucked under her arm. Eliott felt all the air leave his lungs at the sight of his friend safe, but suddenly he didn’t know what to do. Should he hug her? Should he say something? Lucas’ touch ran down Eliott’s arm before dropping entirely, as if giving him permission to leave his side, but Eliott stayed frozen.

Daphné and Lola came up to them, and the latter looked up at Eliott, her eyes full of… everything; apology, embarrassment, pain, fear, confusion, relief and all of it made Eliott’s mouth dry.

“I’m sorry,” she cried quietly, tears falling down her face and immediately Eliott pulled her into a hug. “I’m sorry.”

Lucas held Daphné as all the energy seemed to be drained from her, her face slack and pale from a night none of them would forget anytime soon. He muttered something into her ear, to which she nodded. Lola looked up and over at the two, before lowering her gaze. Lucas reached out and ran his hand over her hair, a gesture that meant more to her than Eliott believed his boyfriend knew.

The cab ride was rigidly silent as they drove back to the Lecomte house, with Lola between Daphné and Eliott as if she might vanish into thin air if they let her go. When they stepped out onto the street in front of the apartment complex, Lola dropped Daphné's hand.

“Do I have to go up right away?” Daphné looked between her sister and Eliott, then a flicker over to Lucas before taking a shaky breath.

“Come on, Daphy,” Lucas spoke calmly, wrapping his arm around her. “Let’s make you some tea.” Lucas locked eyes with Eliott for a moment, a silent agreement between the two; an acknowledgement of trust.

As the two retreated inside, Eliott and Lola took up a spot on the stoop, as Parisians walked the streets unaware of what they had been going through all night.

“I’m--”

“Please, Lola,” Eliott cut her off with a quiet voice. “Don’t apologize.”

“I’ve messed everything up,” she muttered, her fingers laced together in her lap.

“You haven’t,” he disagreed, shaking his head. She looked to him, her lips set in a line, her jaw tight.

“I hurt you and Lucas.” The confession made his stomach sink, an awful churning sensation that made him want to cry. He didn’t know what to say.

“You can’t be blaming yourself for things that I did. I should have known better.”

“But I knew you couldn’t drink and I still made you do it.”

“You didn’t pour beer and vodka down my throat, Lola,” he argued, with restraint. She turned her eyes away, looking out onto the road in front of them.

“I still said things… stupid things that hurt you.”

“Yes, but I believed them when I shouldn’t have,” Eliott sighed, running a hand over his face. “We both made mistakes Lola, but that doesn’t make you a horrible person.”

“Lucas hates me.”

“Lucas doesn’t hate you,” he replied with a huff. “He’s been worried all night, just as much as I have. He’s kept the level head to make sure we didn’t all freak out, and he’s the one who talked to Daphné, helping her think about where you could have been. You care too much about what people think of you.”

“I keep hearing that,” she said drily but not without a small shadow of distant appreciation behind her expression.

“I tried too hard to fix you,” Eliott began slowly. “And it pushed you further.” She didn’t reply. “And if anyone should’ve known that you couldn’t be healed so easily, it should’ve been me.”

“I put too much pressure on you-- you’re not a therapist or my phycologist,” she admitted. “I… I need to be more of a friend.”

“I think we both do,” Eliott nodded. “Less doctor and patient and more ‘friend who needs help sometimes’ and ‘other friend who needs help sometimes’.” She snorted at this, the first moment of levity of the night--well, early morning. In the moment of silence that followed, he stood up in a stretch offering a hand to her. She took it, rising to her feet, and then reached for the door.

“I didn’t mean to drag you down with me,” she promised, opening it.

“And I didn’t mean to go down so willingly.”

…

“You were strong tonight,” Lucas mumbled proudly, running his fingers through Eliott’s hair as the older boy pressed himself to his boyfriend under the blanket.

“I feel sick,” Eliott told him. He could hear Lucas steady heartbeat, the sound calming his own racing thoughts.

“It was a lot to go through,” he agreed, holding him tightly. “I didn’t expect you to walk away unphased.”

“I think I’m slipping.”

“Minute by minute, my love,” Lucas whispered into his hair.

“I was getting better.”

“You can’t think about it like moving backwards,” he explained softly. “You just have to move forwards.”

“This has been an awful year,” Eliott said. Lucas placed a kiss on the top of his head, before resuming to play with strands of his hair.

“Not entirely. For this minute let's just think about all the good things.”

“You start.”

“Okay, Lola’s safe, you’re safe, and I’m safe. There, that’s three things. Your turn.”

“We moved in together.”

“You haven’t burned our kitchen down and we’ve had a surprisingly low number of food poisoning cases.” Eliott laughed at the comment, far from feeling better but now slightly lighter.

“I’m tired,” he spoke with a yawn.

“Go to sleep,” Lucas hummed. “I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

“I love you.”

While writing this I remembered that Will is from Texas so I tried to incorporate some generic southern twang but IDK! Enjoy!

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Will lifted the thumbprint off of the broken shard of glass, holding the tape under the light to make sure the transfer stuck. Laying in onto the tracing sheet, he ran his finger over it to secure it in place.

“Anything interesting?” Jackson asked from the doorway, his badge catching the strong fluorescent lights overhead.

“Nothin’ anyone’s gonna to write a book about,” Will joked, peeling away his rubber gloves and tossing them into the trash, next to the work bench. “What can I do for you, detective?”

“I came to see if you started on my case yet?” He wore a brilliant smile that only served to charm the forensic scientist and convey how desperately he needed his evidence processed.

“Which is that again?” Will asked, sliding his chair to the stack of boxes piling up in the workspace.

“Beckendorf. C,” Percy told him with a somber note to his voice. Will raised his brow at the infliction, but didn’t press. Muttering the last name to himself, Will moved alphabetically past the As to the Bs.

“Here it is,” Will announced tapping an unopened box from Major Crimes. “I haven’t gotten to it yet, I’ve had a shortage of hands and too many cases to get through.”

“Is there any chance you can bump it up your ‘to do’ list?” Will hummed, slicing through the seal on the box and removing the case file. Looking through it, he shook his head.

“Even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to finish the report. The autopsy hasn’t come through, which means the shrapnel from the… explosion, is it?” Percy nodded. “The explosion hasn’t been removed and sent over yet.”

“Great,” Jackson sighed, running his hand through his hair, sweeping it out of his face. “Do you know what morgue he was sent to?” Will pushed his chair over to his computer, typing in the case number into his system.

“The one downstairs, actually,” Will mused. Bodies got sent anywhere and everywhere depending on the day; Percy was lucky the body wasn’t sent to the Bronx or Jersey.

“Great! So you can go and get that report fast tracked then!” the detective cheered, tapping his hand on the doorframe. Will leaned back in his seat.

“I’d love to, Jackson, but that ain’t happenin’.”

“Come on, di Angelo hates me. He will literally move it further down his list to piss me off.”

“What’s so important about this case? You know we can’t just magically move cases around at the beck and call of the precinct.” Percy shifted from foot to foot, a serious look overcoming his usually positive attitude.

“I have a personal stake in this case and I’d like to solve it as soon as possible.” Will bit his lip, watching his friend beg him for help.

“This is an abuse of power,” Will groaned, standing up and snatching the casefile as he rose. “I can get in serious trouble for this, Percy.”

“I love you so much, Will,” the detective said with a smile curling on his lips.

Will scrunched his nose up as the elevator door dinged open, flooding him with cool air and the anticipated unsettling smell of the mortuary. He hadn’t gone completely numb to the smell but it had lost its edge.

“Hey,” Will announced his presence as he walked into the office. Luckily di Angelo hadn’t been cutting into a cadaver at the moment but rather searching through files in the small room near the back. Nico turned around at the sound of Will’s voice, a surprised but content expression settled on his features.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Will shrugged walking over to perch himself on the desk.

“Visitin’.” Nico’s skepticism came in the form of a huff and a side eye as he continued to rummage.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any ulterior motives?” Will tucked the file behind his back, playfully hiding it from the other’s sight.

“Absolutely not, sugar.” Nico made a face at the endearment, the southern nicknames always worked best to make him blush.

“Sure,” Nico said, shutting the drawer and allowing Will to pull him by his hand into the other’s arms.

“Can’t I just miss you?” Will asked innocently, before kissing Nico sweetly. While the kiss was meant to distract his husband, in the moment, Nico managed to steal the file out of Will’s hand instead. “Cheater.”

“Hate the game,” Nico countered with a laugh. He opened the file, skimming over the contents of it before handing it back to Will. “Yeah, this is Jackson’s case. It’s like…” Nico looked up at the ceiling as he counted in his head. “Like number eight on my list right now, what about it?”

“Is there any way you could bump it up?” Nico tipped his head to the side, his arms crossing in front of his chest.

“So Jackson is using you against me? Low.”

“It’s important to him, Ni.” Nico rolled his eyes.

“So are all the other cases I have going on. I have so many bodies piling up in here it’s practically like the underworld.”

“Does that make you… Charon?”

“I see myself more as Hades, thank you very much,” Nico corrected him. Will looked at him with big eyes, hoping to use love to his advantage. Nico glared at him, his straight face not budging under the pressure of Will’s look.

“Please, sweetheart?” Nico held his stare for a few more moments before sighing.

“I’ll bump him to five.”

“Three.”

“Four, and that’s it.” Will smiled at him, slipping off the desk and landing his feet back on the floor.

“Thank you,” he said, kissing him again.

“Only for you, sunshine.”

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“I got it bumped to number four,” Will told Percy over the phone once he had arrived back at his office.

“You’re magical, Solace,” he praised, thankingly. Will gave him a light laugh, rolling his eyes although he knew the detective couldn’t see him.

“Yeah, yeah, but Nico wants you to know that if you, and I quote, ‘ever use my husband against me to complete your own agenda, you will find yourself visitin’ my morgue in a bodybag’.”

“Lovely,” Jackson noted. “Understood. Thanks, again.”

“This is where most people would say ‘anytime’ but this is never happening again.”

“Nice talking to you too, Will. I swear, di Angelo is rubbing off on you. You’re sounding like him more and more each day.”

Voila! Here is a great classic trope! Thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy it! 

Find more of my Elu work on AO3 as @Book_Lover2001

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It was all because of a pen. A BiC to be exact; a round stic, blue ink, fine point, 0.8mm pen. Not quite technically a butterfly, but all the same in the matter of science.

The test was going to be easy. Multiple choice and long answer-- show your work, of course-- and Lucas had studied all weekend. He was on his way to acing the biology unit test. As Mrs. Rigaux began to unpack the stack of papers, Lucas reached for his backpack’s front pocket to find an empty space where his lucky pen was only moments before. Panic began to mildly set in. He just had it last class.

“Imane,” Lucas whispered to his seat partner who held a stoic, yet slightly nervous look. “Do you have a pen?” She rolled her eyes at him with the air of a disappointed mother, before searching through her own bag and retrieving what he had asked for.

“Are you coming to the meeting tonight?” she asked him quietly, as she handed him the pen. He tilted his head, unsure of what she was talking about.

“What meeting?”

“The meeting for the foyer?” she said as if obvious, before signing heavily. “The one that Daphné told you about? The student commons that we’re refixing? Dude, you’re honestly helpless. Sometimes I wonder if you’re actually smart.”

“Hey,” he defended, but didn’t take it to heart. She was always like this. “I’m smart.”

“Then where’s your pen?” she countered with a mocking smile. Mrs. Rigaux began to pass out the sheets of paper, weaving around the class as it started to fall silent.

“I swear, girl, I had one. I must have left it in my last class or something.” A paper was placed forcefully in front of him as they were shushed by their teacher.

“Do I need to separate you two?” she tisked as she handed Imane her sheet. “No more talking.”

When the end of the day came around, Lucas had already forgotten about his missing pen, although at the time of its disappearance he had been contemplating putting up ‘missing person’ signs.

“Lucas,” his name was spoken with a smooth tone as he opened his locker. Lucas was clutching his books to his chest as he pulled it’s door open, effectively hiding the person from his sight.

“Eliott,” he returned in a similar voice.

“Are we still on for tomorrow?” he asked as if Lucas hadn’t just rudely shielded his face from him.

“And what are we doing tomorrow?” he replied, as he attempted to fit all his papers inside the small space. Eliott had moved around to stand at Lucas’ other side, his back resting against the neighbouring lockers.

“You promised to teach me chemistry,” the older boy said with a smile pulling at his lips.

“Eliott, you are an L student,” Lucas brushed him off, shutting his locker in the process.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to learn science, and you are a really, really good S student-- the best I heard.” Lucas didn’t know whether he wanted to punch him or blush; maybe both.

“I think you’re confusing me with Imane, but I will gladly set you two up for a study date if you’d like?” Lucas told him, beginning to walk away. Eliott followed like a puppy chasing after it’s owner.

“Come on, Lucas. I know you tutor other people, why not me?”

“Those kids are actual ‘S’ students, taking ‘S’ courses, plus I have better things to be doing than humouring you for an afternoon. Don’t you have a party to plan or something?”

“I’m offended, my love, horribly offended…Unless you want a party, then I’ll throw you a rager-- in your honour of course.”

“I don’t ‘party’ Eliott,” he responded, shifting his backpack from one shoulder to the next. Lucas didn’t like parties, or large crowds at all. He didn’t like being looked at in the halls, or being passively judged by the countless people in Eliott’s circle of friends. Lucas preferred to stay at home with his books or his video games, watching random videos online until three in the morning. 

The hallway was beginning to clear itself out the further they walked into the school.

“Sticking around?” Eliott noted the direction they were moving in. Lucas looked at him from his peripheral vision. Sure, Eliott was objectively hot, but objectively a lot of people were.

“Hey, man!” Someone greeted Eliott as they passed a group of first years. Eliott nodded at them but didn’t break away from Lucas.

“I’m going to that foyer meeting for my friends. Feel free to leave.”

“Sounds like fun, I’m in,” Eliott shrugged. Lucas stopped walking, turning to look at him carefully, watching him with curious eyes.

“Why are you like this?”

“Like what?” Eliott asked, tilting his head, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

“You’re going to come to the foyer meeting… voluntarily?”

“You’re going.”

“Yeah, but--”

“So I’m going.”

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“I hate him,” Lucas told Yann as he flopped down on his best friend’s sofa. Basile and Arthur were stretched out on the floor, arguing amongst themselves about the Fifa game they were struggling to win.

“Why?” Yann asked, leaning back against the arm rest. Lucas blinked at him, his jaw clenched as he tried to verbalize his feelings.

“I… I don’t know! He’s just so… so…”

“Hot?” Arthur offered, not taking his eyes off the screen. Lucas nudged him with his foot, earning a noise of annoyance from the taller boy.

“Persistent,” Lucas concluded. “He won’t give up.”

“But… you like him?” Basile asked, curiously.

“Of course I don’t like him.”

“But he’s hot?” Basile questioned.

“I guess, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to date him.”

“But he’s also a nice guy,” Yann added, unhelpfully. “Always helpful, cheerful, popular-- everyone likes him.”

“Except me, apparently. Why do I have to like him? He walks around like the god of the school, just expecting me to… I don’t know, fall to his feet like everyone else? He’s always coming up with stupid excuses to see me, or talk to me. Every corner I take, I’m surprised when I don’t find him following me. He’s always listening to me, even when I’m purposefully talking absolute nonsense to bore him. He came to a foyer meeting today because I was going and then he volunteered to paint the mural for the common room because I mentioned how ugly it was and--” Lucas cut himself off, letting his brain catch up to his mouth.

“And what?” Yann asked, hanging on his last word.

“And I thought it was really nice,” Lucas spoke with a softer tone, surprising even himself. “I guess sometimes I get disappointed when he’s not at my locker waiting for me at the end of the day… like that one time he was sick and I was a bit worried something happened to him. Sometimes he leaves me these little drawings when he’s got football practice and can’t make it. I…” The boys were all staring at him as the realization dawned on him. “Do I like Eliott?”

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Eliott was talking to some girls, a horde of girls actually. They were all smiling and giggling at something that he said, but he looked completely unphased by their reactions. His smile seemed more focused on what he was talking about, rather than who was listening.

“Ugh,” Alexia said, as Lucas and the Crew walked out of the common room. “He’s so hot. I can’t.”

“Aren’t you dating someone?” Lucas noted, watching the scene unfolding in front of him with an uncomfortable feeling in his stomach.

“So?” she replied, waving off his observation. The girls all laughed taking off down the hall with a chorus of ‘goodbyes’ to Lucas. Instead of heading to his next class, which would start soon as the lunch hour came closer to ending, he stood frozen like an idiot watching Eliott talk. The way his smile pinched the corners of his eyes the more he droned on about whatever was so fascinating. The way his hands moved as he explained something to the girls who so obviously didn’t care about anything other than staring at his angular face and model-esque physique. The way that Lucas knew, even without seeing, that Eliott’s eyes were probably shimmering as he laughed at his own joke. None of it settled right with Lucas.

Before he could register what he was doing, Lucas was marching across the hall with purposeful strides. Without a word, Lucas yanked Eliott into the nearby empty classroom, ignoring the confused and slightly shocked faces of the girls.

“Lucas!” Eliott spoke with a stern voice, completely caught off guard by the sudden and very unexpected action. Lucas had his arms crossed, his foot tapping against the ground as he glared at the popular boy with narrowed eyes.

“I don’t know how you did it,” Lucas said, his voice low. Eliott’s face twitched, unsure of what was happening. There was a pause.

“Did what?”

“Make me like you.” Eliott drew back his head at the answer, his mouth curving into a small smile. “Don’t look so smug, I’m still trying to figure out when you altered the chemicals in my brain.”

“The chemicals in your brain?”

“Yeah, with your… pheromones! God, I hate you!” Lucas shouted.

“Well clearly you don’t,” Eliott chuckled, finding Lucas’ inner turmoil utterly entertaining. Taking a breath, Lucas realized what he had admitted and what he had abruptly done, and he was mortified with himself. His cheeks turned pink with embarrassment, his mouth opening slightly only to close.

“I…” Lucas began slowly. “I don’t know what came over me. Sorry. Can we just ignore what I just said? Great, I’m leaving.” Lucas reached for the door knob, but Eliott stopped him, his fingers curled around Lucas’ wrist.

“Wait,” he started. “You can’t just leave.”

“Why not? I said stupid things and now I’m going to leave so we can pretend it never happened.”

“So, you don’t like me then?” The question hung in the air and it was as if his words were suffocating him.

“No.”

“No, as in you don’t like me, or no, as in you do like me?” Lucas raked his teeth across his bottom lip as Eliott waited for his answer. His hand was still holding Lucas in place, and it was as if Lucas’ entire body was on fire.

“The… latter.” Eliott’s eyes softened, his touch dropping from Lucas as he brought his arm back down to his side.

“What changed?” Lucas ran his own hand soothingly up and down his arm, as if trying to comfort himself in this moment of honesty.

“I don’t think anything did,” he finally said. “I think I just lost my pen.”

“The butterfly effect?” Lucas raised his brow, as Eliott gave a soft laugh. “I listen to you when you talk, you know. You mentioned it once because it was in a book you were reading.” All Lucas could do was look at him. He didn’t understand Eliott, or why he does the things he does, or why he acts the way he acts. Lucas was barely processing the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to him.

“Kiss me,” Lucas blurted out against his own better judgement. Something passed before Eliott’s eyes, as his smile grew into a genuine expression that made Lucas’ heart ache. Eliott stepped forward, drawing Lucas closer to him by his waist. Their lips were so close Lucas could feel the static between them.

“You can change your mind.” But Lucas didn’t want to. Rather, he tipped his head up, closing the space between them, wrapping his arms around Eliott’s neck to hold him even closer. It felt as if something clicked in Lucas; like a lock turning open with the right key, or the last piece being fitted into a puzzle. Eliott felt like something he had been missing, and finally the last code of his cipher has been discovered.

By the time the bell rang, they were breathless and reluctant to pull away.

“I have to get to biology,” Lucas sighed, running his fingers through Eliott’s hair.

“I have to go to philosophy.” They both made a face.

“I’ll see you at my locker?”

“Now that I’ve seduced you, I don’t need to stay an extra hour to wait for you,” Eliott teased playfully. Lucas, who had begun to move for the door, paused.

“You waited an extra hour for me?

“My day ends earlier than yours,” Eliott replied with a shrug, as he draped his arm over Lucas’ shoulders to walk into the hall.

“But--”

“Don’t feel bad, I didn’t mind waiting,” Eliott said, dropping a kiss on the top of Lucas’ hair. “Plus, it actually forced me to do my homework when I was bored.”

“Why are you so…”

“Perfect? Handsome? Amazing?” Lucas was going to say stupid. Stupid for wasting his time on Lucas.

“Sure,” Lucas gave in. “All of the above.” As Eliott tucked him closely into his side as he walked him to his biology class, Lucas could already feel the eyes on him making his entire body tense.

“They’re all jealous,” Eliott whispered in his ear as they rounded a corner. “That they never had a chance.”

“Never?” Lucas highly doubted that.

“Never ever. You’re all I’ve ever seen, since the first day I transferred here.”

“No pressure or anything,” Lucas muttered lightly. Eliott’s laugh rang in Lucas’ ear like a song that made his heart skip a beat.

I don’t know if this is what you were looking for but I hope you enjoy this Elu oneshot anyway! If you want more Lucas and Eliott you can find me on AO3 as @Book_Lover2001

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Lucas kept his head down low, his hood drawn over his head casting a dark shadow over his features as he maneuvered the streets of Paris with an expert precision. The shouts were coming from all directions as cameras flashed and crowds began to draw, threatening to block off his route. Rumors had been swirling around western Europe now for weeks and just when he thought they would have died down, another source mysteriously reported to have insider knowledge which only aided in sparking another surge in the story.

The light from the cameras glared off his sunglasses as he rounded another corner down the busy side street and continued to ignore the questions being hurled at him from paparazzi. One of his guards kept everyone at bay but Lucas just wanted to get to the car and put as much distance between the people and him as he could.

“Mr. Lallemant,” his guard ushered him to the black car that was waiting for him.

“Homewrecker!” someone shouted at him as the car door opened.

“Will you address the rumors that you were part of the affair?” another yelled.

“Did you date Minister Jeanson’s daughter to cover it up?”

“Are you actually gay?” was the last thing he heard as the door slammed shut, effectively fading all the words and screams to a faint hum.

~~

“How did I let you get me into this mess” Lucas groaned, allowing himself to sink into the sofa further.

“Because you love me?” the soothing voice of his boyfriend came from across the room. Lucas looked over at him, his face pale with frustration and annoyance. Eliott sent him a sweet apologetic smile from where he was leaning against the doorframe of the room.

“They’re literally ambushing me in the streets now!” Lucas shouted half heartedly before averting his eyes from Eliott.

“They’ll find something else to latch onto in a few days,” he said, trying to keep optimistic.

“They think I’m a homewrecker-- huh, I’ve never been called one of those before,” Lucas tried lightly, although the bitterness was still in his tone.

“You technically are a homewrecker, my love,” Lucas shot him a glare, but Eliott’s light chuckle made his features soften against his will. Eliott pushed off the wall and walked over to him, shifting Lucas’ legs into his lap as he took a seat. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Lucas sighed, running a hand over his face. “We both knew what we were doing.”

“But I should have stopped it before it happened.” Eliott’s confession made Lucas sit up, worry creased in the lines of his face. Eliott immediately realized his slip of the tongue, mouth agape in the process of correcting himself. “No, Lucas, you know I don’t mean-- I mean that I should have broken up with Lucille before I let… this happen, not that I don’t want this-- I…” Lucas dropped his head on Eliott’s shoulder, letting out a breath.

“I get it, don’t worry.” Eliott’s body relaxed, the tension falling away. There was a chime of Eliott’s phone, and a sigh from the older boy.

“I have to get to work,” he announced, although seemingly in no rush to move Lucas off of him.

“What is it today? Nike? Caleo?”

“Dior,” he replied nonchalantly. Lucas still couldn’t believe that he was dating an actual model-- like, an actual, real life, ‘this is my job’ model.

“So now we know Dior?” Eliott laughed, wrapping his arm around him, pulling him closer.

“Dior, as in Christian Dior, died a long time ago, Lucas. Dior is just a company now.”

“A company that you work for.”

“That I’ve been contracted by,” he corrected with an amused grin. “Anyway, you act as if

you don’t work with cool people everyday.”

“I did one song with Booba and you will not let it go.”

“I’m your biggest fan, Mister Lallemant, I don’t know why you’re accusing me of

holding that over your head,” he said through a thin smile pressed on his lips.

“I hate you.”

“I really have to go,” Eliott noted once again, still not getting up.

“Are you coming tonight?” Lucas asked, shifting to face him.

“Like I said, I’m your number one fan,” Eliott replied leaning towards him and giving

him a quick kiss.

“We better prepare ourselves for the onslaught of questions we’re about to get then.”

Another kiss. “Are you trying to distract me--” Another one. “Stop it Eliott, this is serious!”

~~

And there were, an onslaught of questions waiting for them that night. The Gang had finished up their set, the crowd’s screams still roaring throughout the venu; their voices only faintly faded in their dressing room.

Yann was exhausted, already flopping onto the sofa when they got back to the room. Arthur was working through his second bottle of water and Basile seemed to be distracted by his phone the minute they stepped off stage. Lucas was still clutching his drumsticks as he tossed himself next to his best friend, Yann moving to make space.

“Who are you texting?” Arthur asked Bas as he gulped down more water.

“Daphné,” he replied without looking up from his phone. The three other guys shared a

look behind his back.

“That PR girl from the Rolling Stones Magazine photo session?” Lucas said, his eyebrow raised. Basile nodded enthusiastically, a loopy grin on his lips.

“Looks like Lulu wasn’t the only one who walked away from that cover shoot with someone.” Lucas shot Yann a look, ready to protest when he got waved off. “We read the tabloids, dude.”

“Yeah, you both looked pretty cozy on that boat,” Arthur agreed, picking at a fruit platter. Lucas could feel the blush spreading high on his cheeks as his bandmates stared at him expectantly.

“You don’t think…” Lucas started, his sentence trailing off into nothing. Yann patted his shoulder, drawing him into a side hug.

“Dude, we don’t think any less of you,” Yann told him. “Don’t listen to the bullshit online, you two look happy together.”

“Yeah, they’re being assholes,” Basile added, finally putting his phone away. “I mean, I’ll never understand people who cheat but that doesn’t make you a bad person-- you or that guy.”

“Eliott,” Lucas said, a subconscious smile growing on his lips.

“Aww, Lulu’s in love!” Yann pestered, poking Lucas’ cheek with his finger. The smaller boy smacked his hand away.

“So when are we going to meet this Eliott,” Arthur asked, tapping his fingers impatiently on the table, a big supportive grin on his features.

“Well, actually--” there was a knock at the door. They all turned and standing with his hands in his pockets was Eliott, right on time. Lucas smiled up at him, standing up from his spot to greet him.

“You made it!” Lucas announced, happily allowing himself to be drawn in for a hug.

“Told you I would,” Eliott answered, running his fingers through his own hair.

“And? How did it go?”

“Dior? Meh, same old same old. You were great tonight--” Before they could keep up their conversation, Basile cleared his throat causing them to turn their attention to the band; all of whom were annoyed to have not been introduced.

“Oh, well you guys all know Eliott,” Lucas began, suddenly feeling shy under their watchful eyes. “He’s my… boyfriend.” His three friends screeched like middle school girls and he couldn’t help but laugh at the relief he felt-- even though he knew they didn’t care. “Eliott, these are the members of the Gang; Arthur, Basile and Yann.”

“I’m a big fan,” Eliott told them all with a nod.

“You’re just saying that,” Bas gushed, with the wave of his hand. Eliott laughed, but it was Lucas who spoke up.

“Don’t get him started, he could win any trivia contest about us; it’s actually scary.”

“I worked in a music store for a while,” Eliott shrugged, although Lucas could tell he was slightly, if not entirely, starstruck.

“‘A while’, sure. You say that as if you don’t own all of our albums and have our posters lining your bedroom wall.”

Do you have a one shot request for a PJO ship? Ask away and I’ll write as many as I can get through!!

I’ll also accept requests for:

Skam France/Italia/wtFock

The Mortal Instruments

OMG Check, Please!

Call Me By Your Name

I know it’s not February anymore! I know I’m WAYYYY late on this request but better late then never!I changed the prompt just a bit but I hope you like it!!_________________________

Hades: Do you hear that sound?

*screams echo*

Hey everyone! ‘Tis’ the Season for one shots! Send me any ideas you would like me to write about and I’ll be posting as many of them as I can during the holiday season!! You can send me any ideas PJO, HoO and ToA related . Unfortunately I still haven’t read Magnus Chase so I won’t be able to write about it.

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For those of you who aren’t following The Lighting Thief: The PJ Musical’s Instagram (@ltmusical) here are a few updates:

Chris McCarrel will be returning at Percy Jackson for the North American tour!!

The tour will kickstart in Chicago in January of 2019

Other states on the touring list (as of right now) are: CHARLOTTE, PHILADELPHIA, WORCESTER, DETROIT, SACRAMENTO, SEATTLE, RENO, SAN JOSE, SAN ANTONIO and ATLANTA

If you want to read more about it or want to buy tickets, here is the link:

Sorry I’ve been gone! I wanted to stay away from Tumblr while I read the Burning Maze to try and avoid spoilers. Now that I have finally had time to finish the book I am back!

HOLY HERA EVERYTHING WENT DOWN IN THE LAST 100 PAGES!!

I wasn’t expecting this ending which makes it such a surprise! I can’t wait till they head down to Camp Jupiter so that we can meet up with our Roman demigods and maybe Nico??

Solbabies turned 1 today! 

Friend: ...Tues—

Nico: (offers bottle to Will) Here have some wine.

Will: This is holy wine!?

Nico: Father hasn’t blessed it yet.