#leoaster

Intro post to the Fest

I went crack because I don’t like most of the canon ships anymore, so I chose Leoaster and Zoario.

Zo had been watching Leo struggling with a string of Christmas lights for about five minutes like a kitten playing with a ball of yarn. It had been fun at first, but now, Leo was in a really bad position, the wires all tangled up around him.

“That’s not how it works, you dumbass,” Zo said as he walked into the living room, trying his best not to grin widely at Leo’s misfortune.

“I built a flying machine from scratch. I can deal with those stupid…”

As he spoke, he gave a firm pull on one of the wire and only managed to get himself further entangled in the lights. “Fuck.”

“That’s my line,” Zo teased.

He reached for what seemed to be the loose end of the string and looked up to the mess Leo had gotten himself into.

“You’d look pretty, with the lights on. Lots of colours.”

“Don’t you dare,” Leo warned.

Zo grinned again and got to freeing Leo. That proved more difficult than planned. The wires were strong and wrapped so tight it was tedious to move them around. Zo wondered how Leo was still breathing.

After much heaving and panting and cursing, Leo was still trapped. And so was Zo, now. At least, they were in this together.

“How long before Nico gets home?” asked Leo in a voice that sounded almost desperate.

“He’s staying at Vanessa’s tonight.”

“Fuck.”

“Wait, you don’t want to celebrate Christmas? Jesus will be pissed you don’t celebrate his birthday.”

Riario considered Zo a moment, hesitating between explaining the Christian lore behind Christmas to him or smothering him with a pillow.

“Not really…” he said instead, idly patting the couch’s fabric. “Christmas...never brought good memories. I haven’t celebrated it in years.”

Zo propped his arms under his neck and stared at the ceiling. “Fuck. I really wanted to kiss you under the mistletoe.”

Riario concealed a smile. “You can kiss me now, if you want.”

Zo shot him a triumphant grin before he rose and pressed his lips on Riario’s.

“Still not changed your mind about Christmas?” Zo muttered between two kisses.

“Not yet. Though you are making a compelling argument. I might yield if you carry on…But if you invite my father, prepare for someone to get stabbed.”

Entirely biased and from my own AO3 reading list. Feel more than free to add your own!

Early Mornings

You Two belong Together

Modelling

Holy City By Night

Slay it with flowers

Seduction

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