#celtic thunder

There’s something in your eyes, Makes me wanna lose myself, Makes me wanna lose myself, In your arms. There’s something in your voice, Makes my heart beat fast, Hope this feeling lasts, For the rest of my life. If you knew how lonely my life has been, And how low I’ve felt for so long. If you knew I’ve wanted someone to come along, And change my life the way you’ve done.

Fandom: Celtic Thunder

Pairing: Keith and Damian (platonic)

Summary: Damian hates mornings.

(Celtic Thunder is a music group I grew up listening to ❤️ :) They are the all male equivalent to Celtic Women created by Shannon Brown and David Munro ❤️ :) They do a mix of traditonal celtic songs, famous songs through the decades, and even some contemporary songs ❤️ :) Their music can be found on YouTube, Spotify, and other streaming platforms if interested ❤️ :))

Keith pulled back the curtain. "Rise and shine."

Damian groaned and pulled the blanket over his head.

"Come on." Keith shook the teen's leg. "Time to get up.

"Too early."

The older blond took a swig of his coffee. "That's your own fault for staying up until two in the morning."

"I had to finish a paper for school."

"Now we have to roll out by 8 am to make it to our next stop."

Damian groaned again.

To ensure he hadn't fallen back asleep, Keith gave the blanket a yank. "Come on. Up and at 'em."

The teen made no response, but he still held the blanket over his head.

In response, Keith lifted up one of his legs high up before letting it drop onto the bed. "Damian."

Damian still didn't respond.

So Keith repeated the leg drop once more. "Boyo."

Still nothing.

"If ya make me set down my coffee, you're going to be in big trouble."

Damian still wouldn't respond.

Keith set his coffee down on the TV stand behind him. The second tactic he tried to get the teen was kneeling on the edge of the bed near his feet and bouncing up and down to shake the bed. "Wake up laddie."

Damian still wouldn't come out from under the blanket, but the older blond could clearly see it shaking.

"Are you laughing at me?"

The blanket fell still.

"Are you laughing at me?" Keith started tickling him through the blanket. "Are you laughing at me?"

Damian tried to keep the blanket over his head while curling into a ball, but it was getting extremely difficult when he was laughing.

"Get out of there!" Keith tugged on to the blanket again.

"No!" Damian kept the blanket firmly over his head.

The older blonde dug into the blanket where his stomach was.

"Ah! Noho!"

"Either get up or I'm going for your feet next."

The teen squealed but still made no move to get out from under the blanket.

"Alright." Keith then lifted himself up and scooted down to the edge of the bed.

"Wait! Noho!"

When the older blonde tried to pull back the blanket, Damian responded by trying to keep it down with his feet. After that didn't work, he tried pulling his feet further up under the blanket.

However, the fight didn't last long before Keith finally yanked his feet back out from under the blanket. The older blonde quickly pinned his ankles with one arm while he brought over his other hand to scribble along Damian's feet.

The teen's laughter spiked in volume as he tugged on his trapped ankles. "Keith! Keheheith!"

In response, the older blonde scribbled up to the teen's toes.

Damian let out a squeal and threw the cover off of his head. "Keith!"

Keith playfully pushed the blanket back down over the teen's head before going back down.

"No!" Damian managed to get one foot back under the blanket before Keith was able to get it.

However, he wasn't quick enough to save both of his feet.

Immediately, Keith latched on to the one free foot and dug back in.

Damian broke back out into loud laughter. He used his one foot to kick at the older blonde's back.

When the blanket started coming back off of the teen's head a second time, Keith playfully shoved it back over.

"Keheith! Stop ihit!"

The older blonde went right back to tickling Damian's trapped foot. "Are ya going to get up?"

"Ah! Yehes!"

"Then get uhup."

The teen kicked his back once again with his free foot. "Get ohoff myhy foot fihirst!"

As the blanket moved off Damian's head once more, Keith let go of his foot to shove it back over once more.

"Oi!" The teen yanked it off to glare at the older blonde.

"Top of the morning to you lad." Keith patted the teen's leg before getting off of him. "Let's go."

Once the blonde's back was turned, Damian grabbed one of the pillows from his bed and chucked it at Keith.

"Oi!" The older blond whirled around as the pillow bounced off of his back.

The teen recognized that look. He immediately scrambled to his feet, grabbing one of the other pillows in the process.

Well hello Anon! Thank you for the request, the song is absolutely delightful!

Look at me!

Summary: Epel comes back from Spelldrive practice thinking he could manage the ladies' attention now. Vil brings him back to reality.

Pairing: None

Cw: Just a mother-son argument

for those who want to listen to the song at the same time

Vil sighed as Epel came back from Spelldrive practice. His clothes were dirtier than the garden, his face full of dust, and he seemed to be bleeding from his nose. Must have been another broom crash.

Epel only admired his physique in the mirror and smirked.

“I am sailing, I am sailing

Home again, 'cross the sea

I am sailing stormy waters

To be near you, to be free”

Tell me those lyrics are not Stede, lol