#Not even “I slithered here from Eden Just to sit outside your door”

[jackethockey]

From Eden

summary: In this story, it follows the electrifying romance between Quinn Hughes, a star player for the Vancouver Canucks, and a devoted female fan who catches his eye during a game. After several chance encounters, the two find themselves drawn together by an irresistible chemistry that leads them to an intense sexual relationship, with their first encounter happening in the empty locker room after a game. Their connection transcends the rink, and they begin a secret love affair, fueled by passion and the thrill of the forbidden. As their bond strengthens, Quinn finally asks her to be his girlfriend, bringing their relationship into the light. Despite the potential challenges that lie ahead, they are ready to face the world together, united by their love and the unforgettable moments they've shared.

warnings: heavy detailed smut, explicate language, kissing, stripping, fluff

Innocence died screaming honey, ask me, I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.

As the buzzer echoed through the stadium, signaling the end of the intense game, Quinn Hughes couldn't shake the feeling that something was different tonight. His eyes scanned the sea of faces in the crowd as he took a victory lap with his Vancouver Canucks teammates, searching for that one person who had captured his attention. And there you were, a beacon of beauty among the fans, your eyes gleaming with excitement and your hair cascading down your back like a waterfall of chocolate silk. Quinn had noticed you before, of course, sitting in the same spot at each game, cheering him on with a passion that seemed to transcend the typical fan-player dynamic. But tonight, as he looked into the stands, it was as if a spotlight had been cast on you, illuminating the way your eyes followed his every move.

The next time fate decided to play matchmaker came a few days later. Quinn was walking down Robson Street, his mind still preoccupied with the image of you in that Canucks jersey, when he spotted you from afar. Your laughter rang out, mingling with the chatter of passersby, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickened his pace, his hockey bag slung over his shoulder, and approached you with a smile that could melt ice. 

"Hey," he called out, his voice a mix of excitement and nerves. "Aren't you the fan who's been lighting up our games lately?" 

You turned, eyes widening in recognition, and the world around them seemed to slow down as you both locked gazes. "Quinn Hughes," you gasped, a hint of disbelief in your voice. "What are you doing here?"

The conversation flowed naturally, as if you had known each other for years. You spoke of your love for the sport, the electric energy of the games, and how you had always had a soft spot for the young, talented defenseman with the heart of a lion. Quinn, in turn, shared his passion for hockey, his journey to the NHL, and the unspoken connection he felt every time he saw you in the stands. The chemistry between you was palpable, a sizzling current that seemed to crackle in the crisp Vancouver air. He couldn't believe his luck when you agreed to let him take you out for coffee, a simple gesture that would soon evolve into something much more intimate and thrilling.

Their first date was filled with easy banter and shared stories, the kind of connection that makes time melt away. They found themselves at a local café, the warmth of the place a stark contrast to the chilly evening outside. Quinn was captivated by your wit and charm, the way your eyes sparkled when you talked about your life and your dreams. You, on the other hand, found yourself drawn to his humility, despite his celebrity status, and the way his hands moved as he described his love for the game. It was clear that this was the beginning of something special, a bond that could not be confined to the rink or the stands.

As the night grew late, Quinn couldn't resist extending the invitation for you to join him at the next home game. 

"You've always brought me luck," he said with a wink. "I'd love for you to see what goes on behind the scenes."

 Your heart raced at the prospect of being so close to the action, and closer still to the man who had stolen it. 

With a playful grin, he added,

 "And maybe, if we're lucky, we'll have the locker room to ourselves afterward." 

The suggestion hung in the air, thick with anticipation, as you both knew what that meant. The thrill of possibly being caught added a delicious layer of excitement to the already heady attraction between you.

The night of the game arrived, and you found yourself dressed to the nines, a nervous energy coursing through your veins as you made your way to the stadium. You had never been backstage at a professional sporting event, let alone had the chance to be alone with one of its stars. The game was a nail-biter, every shot on goal, every check into the boards leaving you on the edge of your seat. And when the Canucks emerged victorious, you could see the pure joy on Quinn's face as he skated over to you, sweat glistening on his forehead, and handed you a puck.

 "For good luck," he murmured, his voice low.

As the final whistle blew and the crowd erupted into cheers, Quinn's gaze found yours once again. With a nod of his head, he beckoned you to follow the team's PR person who had been waiting discretely nearby, granting you VIP access to the sacred space of the locker room. Your heart pounded as you stepped into the dimly lit corridor, the sound of the jubilant team echoing down the hallway. The locker room was a whirlwind of activity as players shed their gear and congratulated each other, their voices a cacophony of excitement. You and Quinn exchanged knowing looks as the players filtered out one by one, the room growing quieter until only the two of you remained. 

The tension was palpable as he closed the door behind the last teammate, leaving you alone in the musky, steam-filled sanctuary with the man who had been a fantasy only hours ago. The reality of the situation hit you, and you felt a rush of excitement and trepidation mingling with the thrill of the illicit rendezvous. He approached you, his eyes dark with desire, and your breath hitched as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

 "Ready?" he whispered, his voice gruff with anticipation. You nodded, unable to find words as he claimed your lips in a searing kiss that left no doubt about what was to come.

With the locker room now empty, Quinn's strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer to his firm, muscular body. Your hands roamed over his broad chest, feeling the contours of his abs through the thin fabric of his jersey. His kiss grew more urgent, his tongue delving into your mouth as if it was the first taste of something he'd craved for an eternity. You responded eagerly, your own hands fumbling with the strings of his pants, desperate to feel the heat of his cock that you knew was waiting for you. The sound of gear clattering to the floor was the only noise in the now-silent room as the two of you succumbed to the passion that had been simmering between you since that first fateful meeting in the stands.

With the locker room door securely locked, Quinn's nimble hands found the zipper of your tight jeans, pulling it down with a slow, deliberate motion that sent shivers down your spine. Your own hands were busy tugging at his sweat-soaked jersey, eager to reveal the defined muscles beneath. As the fabric fell away, his rock-hard abs and the tantalizing outline of his cock straining against his boxers were revealed, making your knees tremble with anticipation.

He gently pushed you against the cold, metal bench, his lips never leaving yours as he deftly unbuttoned your blouse, exposing your lacy black bra. His fingers traced the edges of the fabric, teasing your sensitive nipples until they stood at attention, begging for his touch. You gasped as he finally cupped your breasts, his thumbs flicking over your hardened buds, eliciting a soft moan that was muffled by his mouth. The smell of sweat, adrenaline, and pure desire filled the air as you both fumbled to remove the final barriers between you.

 Quinn's cock sprang free, thick and hard, and you couldn't help but stare at it, your pussy growing wetter with every passing second. The risk of being caught added an intoxicating rush to the moment, heightening every sensation. You reached for him, eager to feel him in your hand, to explore the velvety skin and the throbbing veins that signaled his need for you. His hand slipped under your skirt, his fingers finding your clit and beginning to stroke it gently, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. The locker room, once a bustling hub of activity, was now a sanctuary of passion and secrets, a place where the star player and his devoted fan would come together in a union that defied the boundaries of the ice rink.

Quinn's touch grew more insistent, his fingers dancing over your clit with a finesse that belied his rough exterior. You could feel the heat building within you, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to overwhelm you. You moaned, arching into him, your hand wrapping around his cock and pumping it with the same urgency that pulsed through your veins. His eyes rolled back in his head, his breath hitching as your fingertips grazed the sensitive head of his shaft, smearing the beads of precum that had gathered there. The locker room air grew heavier with every touch, every caress, as you both succumbed to the undeniable attraction that had been smoldering between you. As he stroked your slick folds, your hips rocked against his hand, silently begging for more.

Without a moment's hesitation, he positioned himself between your spread legs, the tip of his cock nudging against your slick entrance. With a deep, needy groan, he thrust into you, filling you up with one powerful stroke. You cried out, the sensation of his thick length stretching you open almost too much to handle, yet it felt so incredibly right. His love and lust for you were palpable in every hard pump, his hips driving into you with an intensity that mirrored the fierce determination he showed on the ice. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through your body, your walls clenching around him as he claimed you in this most primal of ways.

 The sound of your skin slapping against his filled the locker room, mingling with the rhythmic thud of his heart and the shallow breaths you both took, trying to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. His eyes searched yours, making sure you were with him every step of the way as he fucked you with an urgency that was both raw and beautiful. You clung to him, your nails digging into his back, as he picked up the pace, driving into you with a passion that seemed to defy gravity. The world outside the locker room was a distant memory as you both gave in to the overwhelming desire that had brought you to this moment. The risk of getting caught only added to the exhilaration, each stroke a silent declaration of the connection that had been forged in the heat of battle on the ice, now coming to a fever pitch in this intimate, forbidden embrace.

With one final, earth-shattering thrust, Quinn's cock pulsed deep within you, filling you with his hot, thick cum as your own orgasm washed over you in waves. Your body trembled with the intensity of your release, your pussy clenching around him as you both rode the crest of pleasure. Breathless, you leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his sweat-slicked body against your own. Despite the sticky mess you'd made, the thought of being separated was unbearable. So, when he whispered an invitation to spend the night at his apartment, you eagerly accepted.

The walk to his place was filled with nervous laughter and gentle touches, the excitement of the evening still humming between you. Once there, you showered together, the warm water cascading over your entwined bodies as you washed away the evidence of your passionate encounter. Wrapped in nothing but towels, you shared a look that spoke volumes about the night ahead. As you dried off, he took you in his arms again, his cock already hardening with the promise of more to come. But for now, you both needed rest, the exhaustion from the game and the intensity of your tryst weighing heavily on your limbs.

You curled into his embrace as you settled into his large, comfortable bed, his strong arms holding you tight. The scent of his cologne mingled with the faint aroma of the locker room, a reminder of the illicit thrill that had brought you to this moment. As sleep claimed you, you felt a sense of contentment that was foreign yet incredibly right. The next morning, you awoke to find him still holding you, his breath steady and warm against your neck. You didn't want to move, didn't want to break the spell of this newfound intimacy.

As the days stretched into weeks, your relationship grew stronger, fueled by stolen moments of passion and whispered confessions of feeling. The sex was explosive and frequent, a physical manifestation of the connection that had taken root in your hearts. Every touch, every kiss, was a declaration of the love that had blossomed between you. And then, one evening as you lay in his arms, watching the city lights flicker through the windows, Quinn took a deep breath and asked the question that had been hovering unspoken in the air.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" he murmured, his voice a mix of hope and vulnerability.

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with happiness. "Yes," you breathed, feeling the weight of a thousand unspoken words lifted from your chest. "I'd love to be your girlfriend, Quinn."

The joy that lit up his face was like the sun breaking through a cloudy Vancouver sky, bright and beautiful. You both knew that this was just the beginning, that there would be challenges and obstacles to navigate, but in that moment, all that mattered was the love you had found in the most unexpected of places. The days that followed were a whirlwind of happiness and passion, as you both revealed in the openness of your relationship, no longer needing to hide your feelings or sneak around the locker room. The world had shifted, and you were ready to face it together, hand in hand, heart to heart.

[pink-psychic]

Don’t know how people can listen to From Eden by Hozier and not scream and cry and sob and throw up and fall in love about it

[lesbiancloudtail]

From Eden hours 🌿

[icelandicapricot]

The thought of his arms cradling the love of another makes me nauseous. Does he enjoy her warmth more? Threading his fingers through her hair when she sleeps.

[d10nsaint]

FROM EDEN.

-> Kim Dokja & Cale Henituse with a reincarnated! reader

saintspeaks;“I SLITHERED HERE FROM EDEN JUST TO SIT OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR”-Hozier. JAIDJSKADJ I LOVE THIS SONF OMFG. Also, the ‘you’ in the Kim Dokja x reader only read twsa, but the ‘you’ in the Cale x reader read tcf.

Kim Dokja

A reader of TWSA is all you were — well, one of the two committed readers. You werent supposed to read it, in fact, you stumbled apon it on a sad friday night. But when you met Kim Dokja, the lone reader, you realized why you were never supposed to touch that story.

You’d only survived this far because you binge-read the chapters, and had your handy phone with a save file of the story!

You were living quite comfortably in the apocalypse, traveling alone because you couldnt commit to a group. You knew that the moment that danger came towards you and the group you’d abandon them, so traveling alone was the best option.

Until you were traveling in the underground subway and came across Yoo Junghyuk— the main character himself.

The only thing that happened between you two was a harsh glare met with ice-cold eyes in response.

The only thing that you were thinking was, ‘you dont scare me, bitch.’

And he just stormed off.

You hadnt thought much of the encounter—in fact, you never wanted to meet him again. But, of course, fate just had to have you two cross paths again. But, this time he had a companion with him.

And lord, was he the most handsome man you’d ever seen— even though you could barely make out his facial features.

But he’d never been in the novel. An he seemed just as surprised by your appearance too — because you didn’t have a sponsor, and you’re too strong and seem too knowledgeable for an average person.

The idea of you being the other reader lingers in his mind— but he quickly dismissed the thought as he kept walking past you, following Yoo Junghyuk.

Cale Henituse

You were a normal girl who reincarnated into a noble Lady from a small kingdom in the Western Continent. Since you reincarnated into such a small kingdom, you had no reason to change the story unless it came charging at you.

…and it did.

You visited Lady Amiru in the Ubarr territory.(bad idea number 1)

The moment you started talking to her about using a boat to sail at night, a wolf-looking guy came charging at you, screaming about smelling ‘strong’. You’d never done any training or fighting, and only acted like how a normal noble lady should in these kinds of stories. But, you realized he wasnt looking at you, but behind you. And guess who was behind you?

Cale Henituse—who was hiding behind a rock????

You’d recently been reincarnated so you didnt know much, but what you did know was that some things had changed. One of those things? Cale Himself.

You avoided the Henituse house like the plague— if you got too close to Cale, you’d get tangled up in the story, and you couldnt have that. Excusing yourself the moment you saw the fiery red hair, you ran off of the sandy beach to the room lady Amiru let you use during your stay.

Cale was extremely confused—who the hell were you? why were you here? did you know about the ancient powers? Why did you need a boat?

He let out a deep sigh, wondering why he just keeps walking into trouble—he could just feel you being another wall between him and his slacker life.

[lastofthemadones]

Long Live Evil has me by the throat and I made a Key playlist

(I don't have a spotify account so it's on Youtube Music don't hate me) find it here

Take Me to Church - Hozier

Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

2. I Love You Like an Alcoholic - The Taxpayers

One last kiss, I love you like an alcoholic, One last kiss, I love you like a statuette, One last kiss, I need you like I need a broken leg

3. Oceanographer's Choice - The Mountain Goats

Look at that, Would you look at that, We're throwing off sparks, What will I do when I don't have you, To hold onto in the dark?

4. Howl - Florence + The Machine

The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound, I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground, And howl, Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers, Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

5. From Eden - Hozier

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword, Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

6. Bad Things - Jace Everett

I don't know what you've done to me, But I know this much is true, I wanna do bad things with you

7. It Will Come Back - Hozier

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me, Honey, don't feed me, I will come back, It can't be unlearned, I've known the warmth of your doorways, Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

8. Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run outrun my gun

9. Hurt - Johnny Cash

Everyone I know goes away, In the end, And you could have it all, My empire of dirt, I will let you down, I will make you hurt

10. We Will Commit Wolf Murder - of Montreal

Something's terrorized my psyche to get even, Lately, you're the only human I believe in

11. Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) - Fall Out Boy

I used to obsess over living, Now I only obsess over you

12. Fever - Magpie Cinema Club

Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same, but when she put her arms around him, He said, "Julie baby you're to blame, Thou giveth fever"

13. Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

See, I was dead when I woke up this morning, I'll be dead before the day is done, Before the day is done, And now all your love will be exorcised, And we will find you saying it's to be better now

14. Dust Bowl Dance - Mumford & Sons

There will come a time I will look in your eye, You will pray to the God that you always denied, Then I'll go out back, and I'll get my gun, I'll say, "You haven't met me, I am the only son"

15. Monster - Ron Pope

Make me a monster, Make me a beast, Prey on my weakness, Become my disease, I've been lovesick and empty, Cold and I'm trembling

16. Dirty Little Animals - Bones UK

It makes your blood run hot, It makes your spit taste sweet, It makes you feel more alive, Than you have ever been

[orionsangel86]

From Eden is an insane song from the perspective of a Good Omens fan. Like every lyric, every line, word for word, is a perfect representation of Crowley's perspective of the story. I know this was already established in 2019 but like, it fits even BETTER now.

It's the GOmens version of "Angel With a Shotgun" that drove a bunch of Destiel shippers slightly mad in 2010.

*sobbing manically*But he really DID slither here from Eden just to sit outside your door! 😭

[bea28]

Can we talk about how Hozier's "From Eden" is such an Andreil song?

Andrew to Neil:

Babe There's something tragic about you Something so magic about you Don't you agree?

(Him knowing something is up with neil, but Josten being a pipe dream nonetheless)

Neil to andrew:

Babe There's something lonesome about you Something so wholesome about you Get closer to me

(Neil knowing andrew only pretends he doesn't care about anyone, but he does care in his own way)

Neil:

No tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony No 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me

(stop with the "i don't care" act, i don't have time for it)

Andrew to Neil:

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

( Andrew seeing the desperation in neil, the same he saw in himself )

Neil:

Babe There's something wretched about this Something so precious about this Where to begin?

(i don't know what we have, and it's probably not the usual relationship, but it's precious and i want to keep it)

Andrew:

Babe There's something broken about this But I might be hoping about this Oh, what a sin

(our "this" might me broken and frail, but i want it, even tho i shouldn't want anything)

To the strand a picnic plan for you and me A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree

I see this as them saying "we'll keep our "this" and everyone else be damned"

two broken men who found comfort in each other, and in the end their broken pieces and ragged edges fit just right

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I don't know, it might just be me, but in my head it makes so much sense

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Edwin, Charles, and Monty (Soulmate AU)

Monty looks up this ‘Pinocchio’ the next time he goes to the library. A puppet who wishes to be a real boy, whose nose lengthens when he lies, who can’t stop lying, who never gets to have a soulmate.

Sour crunches in his gut, heavy as a neutron star. He's not real. He doesn't get to be real. He may not be a boy made of wood, but he is a boy made of feathers. And either way, he doesn't get to have soulmates. He doesn't get to have a way out. He can no more fly away, no more escape, as a human than he could as a bird. 

So Monty doesn’t look at his arm, even when it tingles with new ink. He puts on a sweater beneath his jacket so he’s not even tempted to look. There’s no use in indulging in hope. Why should he look at soulmates that don’t belong to him, but rather to some boy that he has accidentally acquired an imprint of?

Wooden boys don’t get to dream of the stars. They don’t get to dream of soulmates.

Puppets only have their masters. They can’t operate without them. What use is it to dream of a world where their strings might get cut?

-aletterinthenameofsanity, i was born hungry (there is a dream and it sleeps in me)

Babe, there's something broken about this

But I might be hoping about this

Oh, what a sin

Innocence died screaming

Honey, ask me, I should know

I slithered here from Eden

Just to sit outside your door

-Hozier, From Eden

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@fandoms-princess @orpheusetude @jaysbraindump

@pappelsiin @itsbitmxdinhere @rexrevri @sweet-like-h0ney-lavender @saffirez

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@anything-thats-rock-and-roll @queen-of-hobgobblers @every-moment-a-different-sound

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[thecapricunt1616]

The Bear & His Honey Chapter 4

Inspo: Quote- “ Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me- I should know. I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door.”  Dedication: @daysofyellowroses - bestie thank you for inspiring and encouraging me to write. I haven’t felt more alive and inspired then I have in the past few days writing again. Thank you!! This is for you loveyyyy.  Summary: Winnie & Carmy get closer. Have a marg over a mini therapy session, Winnie fixes up Carm’s panic injury. They find out there may just have been a single thread of gold tying them together the entire time.  W/C: 5,484 A/N: Oh my lanta y’all!! 2 chapters in one day?! I promise- PROMISEEE tonight I am figuring a master list out, because I (myself) have been struggling to keep things canon to the story by having to scroll and scroll through my page to find each part to see what I said for Winnie, LOL! So get hype for that, I love this chapter even more then the last bc it has more Carmy, but Richie is so fun to write and I can’t wait for he&Winnies friendship to bloom!!! For my canon Carmy continues going to therapy once or so a week / a support group type talk therapy so that is why he shares more than he would in the show. It’s on his one day off so that’s why he is able to continue making it, and he thrives on routine so going once a week keeps him regulated.  Warnings for BTC: A little bit of smut, angst, mentions of suicide, mentions of vehicular accidents ending in death, mentions of self-harm, mentions of severe injury, negative self-talk, feminine yearning (ofc), fluffy fluff (enough for your teeth to rot out of ur face), panic disorder, mentions of a panic attack, heavy petting, alcohol, mentions of smoking cigarettes, mental health issues, exhausted Carmy LOL

𝒞𝒽𝑒𝒸𝓀 𝒪𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝓎 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉!

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The door flings open and before I could even get a good look at him his arms were wrapped tightly around my waist, his large hands resting on my rib cage, and thumbs gently rubbing soothing strokes. I gasped a bit in surprise at the contact, his muscular chest pressed to mine. Pulling me tighter and he nuzzles his face in my neck, his hot breath causing goosebumps to appear all over my skin. I inhaled his scent, a bit of his musky spicy cologne still left over after the long day, cigarette smoke, and a day of working, but he didn’t smell bad at all. I would buy a fucking candle of it if I could, and never burn it so it lasts forever. 

He needed this hug. 

“Thank you f’ comin’, Winnie. I really need a drink, like now” he said quietly and I bit my lip, my hands rubbing soothing circles in the middle of his back. “Course, you think I’d turn down a free drinky-drink from the sexiest little Chef boy in Chicago?” He chuckled into my neck, feeling a small smile press into my skin. “I’m sorry” he pulls away and I finally am able to look at him. 

His hair is a mess, cheeks are stained red, his eyes are bloodshot and glazed over like he’d been crying, he rubs the back of his neck and I see a bit of smeared blood over his forearm. “It’s- it’s okay, hard day?” I asked, twiddling my fingers anxiously, worried he was going to ask me to leave and tell me that it wasn’t a good time anymore. “Ye’” he replied in a sigh and I swallowed hard. 

“D-did you- sorry,” my voice coming out small and meek. I clear my throat “Was it- not a good time for you? It’s fine, totally, totally fine…should have given my number I guess - but I can-“ I motion my thumb to the door down the hall. 

“No! No, please, stay. It’s - it’ll be nice. To like- to see you. I meant sorry about,” he squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head “sorry for like- flinging myself on you?” He says and I giggle, causing him to look at me.

 “I love hugs! You give great hugs, is that why your sister calls you Bear? Oh my god!! Wait. This is your- that’s so cool, Carmen! You’re so cool!” I motioned to the restaurant, alluding to the name. “That’s so fuckin cool dude!” He smiled, shoving his hands in his pockets shyly and looking at his feet. 

“Thank you, but- uh. No. I’m not…usually a hugger which is why I’m also surprised I did that, guess I needed it. They call me bear cause - well. Don’t poke the bear kinda thing” he said and I took a few steps forward, our toes almost touching and his eyes met mine again. I raise my hand, and gently poke the flower tattoo adorning his left arm with my forefinger and smile. “Gonna bite me?” I quip, lifting my hands and poking short pokes all over his chest and he laughs a bit. 

“Y’re cute” he said and I put a final poke on his nose, blush rising to my cheeks at the statement. “And very thirsty. Pour me a drink will you, bartender?” I turned around on the ball of my foot swiftly, walking with pep back into the kitchen and I look back at him, to find his eyes practically undressing me from where I’d left him moments ago. I grin, putting my hands on my hips “You staring at my ass isn’t making me any less thirsty over here, bartender!” I said and he blushes “sorry…sorry”

He comes out and places a hand at the small of my back leading me to the main part of the restaurant and towards the bar “you just - uh…you look really good. I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to get home, I wanted to but - shit just got outta control, Syd forgot about this huge cannoli order and we forgot to get the powdered sugar with the last resupply so I had to make powdered sugar - it was just-” I rub my hand up his arm gently, stopping him and grabbing his attention. 

“It’s fine Carmen. You look fine. I’ll admit, a little bit tired. But you worked all day, I’ve been there” I shrug and he nods a bit, “thanks” he said softly walking behind the bar. I get up on one of the bar stools, crossing my legs and resting my chin in my palm looking over the restaurant and tapping my nails on the table. “This place is super nice, Carm, you should be so proud of yourself. It feels fancy but inviting too.” I hum admiring the lights and artwork on the walls. 

“Why thank you, we all worked really hard. I’m surprised it came together every day, but super grateful.” He said, taking Patron off of the middle shelf and scooping ice into the mixer, counting to himself as he pours it. “Doesn’t show, you run a tight ship it sounds, Chef” I smiled. He snorts “how would you know? Or is it just the pans from earlier” he said and threw a few slices of jalapeño, lime, and mint in to the cup before closing it tightly and shaking. 

“Yes and no, Richie told me, said that you were a good boy today though, and your sister was the one causing trouble” blush creeps into his cheeks. “Ye’ and see what happens when I’m ‘good’ as you told me to do? Shit got fucked” he pours in some club soda and mixes it with a bar spoon before pouring us both a glass. “Mmmm. Was that because you weren’t barking orders, or because something happened out of your control, and you’re blaming yourself?” I asked honestly and he set my glass down in front of me, biting his lip for a moment. 

“Everything is out of my fucking control” he muttered and shook his head, as if it was a quiet, painful reminder to himself. “Most things, in most people’s lives, are out of our control” I gently rest my hand over his and he meets my eyes. “The only things you can control is if, and when you fall apart, and how well you glue yourself back together.” I said earnestly and he swallows thickly, nodding. 

“I like that..thank you” he said and I nod. “Don’t worry, I won’t charge you- this time. But d’ya think I can get a fancy umbrella or somethin’ for this drink?” I smiled and nudged it toward him, he chuckled, shaking his head “you are somethin’ else, Winnie” he crouches down behind the bar with a grunt. 

“Fuck. I’m 26 but my back feels 90” he said and I laughed a bit. “It’s all the cookin’! And being on your feet too damn much, My mom is a massage therapist, you should let me give you a massage sometime.” I said and he got back up, groaning dramatically which made me giggle. “For you, dear.” He drops a little pink umbrella into my cup. 

“Oh my goodness you poor thing. Come sit down” I pat the spot next to me and plucked my bag off the seat, hanging it off the back of my chair. He comes around the bar, plopping down in the chair next to me with a sigh of relief. “I will absolutely take you up on your massage offer sometime.” He said, rubbing over his face tiredly and running his hands through his muss of curls before taking a sip of his own drink. 

“Please do, I’ll pull out all the stops for ya’, but just so you know- a happy ending comes with a pretty cost” I said flirtatiously and nudged his leg with my boot playfully. He chuckled and looked over at me “yea? Thanks for the heads up I’ll be sure to budget accordingly for my trip to Winnie’s Massage Parlor” he teased and I laughed a bit. 

“Yess!! Please do! There’s also Winnie’s salon, Winnie's hospital, and Winnie’s library!! Come by for all your daily needs I’ma’ Jane of all trades” I shrug and take another sip of my drink. “Speaking of” I take his left arm, looking at the inner part near the crook, where 4 large scratches were, done so violently that the skin beneath was turning into a speckled bruise meaning by morning it would be a dark purple. 

“What happened?” I ask softly, my finger tip gently brushing over the untouched skin over the smeared, dried out blood below the wound. “Ahh-“ he shakes his head “it’s stupid. It’s not even bad don’t worry about it” he said and I looked at him, concerned. “Did- did Sug-“ he cuts me off quickly “Sugar, would never hurt me.” He said, his tone was deadly serious. 

I nodded quickly, swallowing hard. “Okay, Carm, I believe you” I said softly and squeezed his wrist gently. “Will you…let me take care of you- please?” I ask quietly, looking into his eyes, my gaze pleading for a yes. 

“So Winnie’s hospital is mobile?” He said with a small teasing smile. I roll my eyes playfully. “Yes, let’s go find the first aid kit, and honestly it’s pretty but like - empty in here and… I dunno” I bit my lip, hoping he got the hint and he nods “sure we - we can uh. Yeah. Let’s go sit in Sugars office. She has a couch” I nodded and hopped off the seat, gasping when the corner of it hooks onto the hem of my skirt as I get down and pulls it up, exposing my backside clad in a lacy red thong through the sheer bum part of my fleeced nylons. 

“Oh my god!” I blurt as I quickly pulled it back down, my cheeks on fire, and my heart pounding in embarrassment. I hear Carmen burst out in laughter behind me making my embarrassment grow and I turned around, crossing my arms over my chest, my eyebrows becoming furrowed. “Hey!” I snip “what’s so funny!! Why were you looking peeping tom!” I whine and he covers his mouth to stifle the laughter. 

“To make sure your munchkin self didn’t trip off of the stool in those clunky ass boots!! Being a gentleman really paid off for me there” he said and I went over slapping his arm gently with a smile growing on my face. “I guess it’s a good thing I wore panties or I would’ve mooned you” I grab my drink and turn around, a surprised chuckle coming from him. 

“Holy shit, you go commando?” He asks, holding the kitchen door open for me “sometimes, she needs to breathe!!” I said with a shrug and pushed my bag up on my shoulder as I followed him back to Sugars office. “But what if you get horny?” He asked and I laughed, nudging him with my elbow. “Dude!! Richie said you were not forward with girls, that’s pretty forward” I set my bag down on sugars desk and he plops down on the big comfy sofa pulling out a recliner on his side and he sighs, closing his eyes. 

“Gimme a sec’ this is the first time my feet are up since 1” he said and I sat down next to him, “you haven’t sat down since I left?!” I asked and he shook his head, opening his eyes and head falling to the side on the cushion to look at me. “Mm-mm” he hummed in response. “Where’s the first aid kit? I’ll find it” I said and he rubs his face, thinking. 

“Uhhh. Oh there’s one in here actually, go over to the other side of Sug’s desk, it should be tucked there next to the wall” he said and took a sip of his drink. I got up, going where he said and I leaned over, completely forgetting the rules of skirts by mistake. “You’re a fucking tease” he said lowly and my heart pounds, my stomach fluttering wildly, and my core beginning to twitch and throb in excitement. 

“What’s not nice about helping a new friend clean up their boo-boo’s?” I asked innocently, a small smile on my lips as I turned and sat down on the couch on the cushion next to him. He smirks “you…are gonna make me crazy” he said softly and closed his eyes, resting his head on the back of the sofa. I opened the kit, taking out hand sanitizer, saline wipes, gauze, and triple antibiotic. 

“Wait-“ he said his eyes flickering open “you- you met Richie?” He asks as if I hadn’t been mentioning him since I walked in the door, my eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “It’s like- the first thing I said when I got here.” I said and he sighs softly. “I’m…sorry.” He finally said, like he was contemplating whether to say more. “That’s ok, you had a hard day” I took his arm gently, laying it across my lap. “What did he say? How bad did he embarrass me?” He questions and I giggle a bit, sanitizing my hands before opening a saline wipe. 

“Not at all! He said you’re shy with girls, that he’s surprised you asked me out cause he thinks I’m pretty, and apparently, doesn’t think you are very funny- but I on the other hand, seemed to make him laugh a lot so- got you beat” I teased with a smile as I ever gently wipe over the wounds. 

He snorts “well, you are pretty, he’s an asshole but right.” He said and I looked up at him “not many people make me laugh anymore, you seem to, though.” I said honestly, and he tugs his lip between his teeth to catch a grin from taking over his features. “Yea?” He asks quietly with a blush going across the bridge of his nose and cheeks. “Mmhmm” I hum in reply, putting the ointment on and carefully rubbing it in. 

It was quiet for a moment before he says “I’m sorry.” Causing me to look up at him, but his gaze was stuck on the ceiling. “This wasn’t - I wanted to do something nice for you and… I’m sorry.” I stop working on his arm “sorry for what, Carm? This is so nice. The drink is really good, thank you for making it, I’m glad to be here.” I said honestly and placed my hand on top his. 

His icy blue eyes meet mine, looking over my face slowly and locking on my lips. His eyes flick back to mine when he responds “you just look so pretty, like you should be on a real date. Not here fuckin-“ he sighs, looking down at his arm then back at me. “Dealing with my stupid mistake.” I shook my head and wrapped up his arm with a bandage to keep it clean and dry while he slept and it could scab over. 

“This is a real date. You own a restaurant. Carmen. Look at me.” I order and he looks into my eyes. “You, just you, asking me to come see you, to be together, to get to know each other? You are enough. This is a date. An awesome date. I’m having fun, are you having fun?” I asked and he smiled a bit. 

“No, but….” He trails off, looking at his lap and I felt my heart physically ache, my face drooping “peace” he finally said “I feel…at peace, with you around. I noticed it when we were outside earlier, I came out for a smoke cause I was about to absolutely loose it on Syd, and I don’t- I- I can’t do that to her. So I went out and I totally forgot my light and then..you were there and I forgot about everything.” He said. 

Goosebumps arise on my skin at the admission, the warmth in my chest returning at full force. “And - I thought about you…all day- all-all day. Not like- god I sound like a creep” he takes his arm, rubbing his face in embarrassment. “I thought about you too.” I reply softly. “I thought about you…a lot. Actually.” I bit my lip and his eyes met mine, searching for truth and it was all he found in my locked gaze. 

“Not like- I just couldn’t understand how I felt. But the more I think… I do this thing.” He rubs his chin as he thinks. “Learned it in therapy, they said when you can’t figure out how a person or a situation made you feel, you can like think of people and situations that you do know how you feel about, and keep comparing them until you find a match. S-so when I thought of you.” He swallows thickly and I sit up, completely entrenched in listening to him. 

“I found that things that gave me the same feelings w-were like…my one day off a week that I don’t have to be here. I think of…the fucking morning I went to Central Park and watched the sunrise and it was so..so quiet. I think- I think” he presses his lips together. “O-of-of Mikey. Of my brother. He’s dead. But. H-he. He protected me a lot, growin’ up. Helped me out. A lot. I felt like when Mikey was around, it was alright. And that’s how I felt earlier. I’m sorry-“ he shakes his head, putting the recliner down and finishing off his drink. 

“Why?” I ask and squeeze his hand “that’s…so, so sweet. You make me feel at peace too, unless you’re angry- but I was worried for you and what happened. I’m so happy I make you feel like that, Carmen. Thank you for sharing, may I hug you?” I ask gently and he looks at me a bit surprised. “Y-yea ‘fcourse c’mere” he opened his arms and I wrapped him in a warm embrace. “The way you make me laugh makes me feel the way my brother did when he made me laugh, we were twins. He died.” I said just above a whisper. 

He rests his cheek on the top of my head, rubbing soothing circles in my back as I did for him earlier. “I’m so sorry, what was his name?” He asked, equally as quiet. “Chris, Christopher” I felt my lip quiver, that never dulling ache in my chest throbbing at the memory of him. 

“Oh, wow” he whispered “Winnie and Christopher” I felt him smiling on my hair “your parents knew what they were doin’ with names, that’s adorable.” He said and I smiled a bit. “Thank you, can you guess what our nursery was?” I look up at him and he raises his eyebrows. 

“Hmm.. let me think. Oh! I know, Dumbo?” He says sarcastically and I laugh, closing my eyes and nuzzling my face in his neck “Silly. Winnie the Pooh, I always said it was my room, because they had a big wall sticker of Winnie and all his animal friends, but not one of Christopher since they couldn’t find one. He hated that” I said and his fingers gently rubbed over the spot of bare skin between my skirt and my top. I feel him chuckle a bit “that’s cute” he said. 

“How did Mikey…” I trail off, his fingers stilling. “Shot ‘emself” he said plainly and my hug around his torso tightens “I’m so sorry” I whisper in to his skin. “What about Chris?” He asked and I swallowed thickly. “We got in a motorcycle accident. I still can’t talk about it.” I said as evenly and emotionlessly as I could, if I opened that flood gate there was no shutting it. 

“Oh- my god. Wow. I’m so sorry, I’m so glad you’re….” He trails off, realizing the other victim was very much not ok in any sense of the word. I sit up, taking my half full drink off the table and drinking it down in 3 big gulps. “Want another?” He asks and I shake my head, “work tomorrow” I said and he nods, “yeah me too” he muttered rubbing over his face. 

“Can I…get your number?” I asked and he nodded sitting up “course you can” he said and took his phone out of his pocket, logged in and opened up a new contact screen, offering it to me. “Only if I can have yours” he said with a small smile. “Of course!!” I took it from him. 

Winnie 🍯  

I put as the contact name, and type in my number, hitting save before handing it back. I do the same for him on my phone and hand it to him, when it’s returned, I see 

Carm🐻 

I smile, deleting the emoji and switching it for a 🧸 instead. I show him with a tilt of my wrist “cause your awesome hugs.” I said and smiled, saving it again. He blushes, smiling and shaking his head “I think you’re the one who gives good hugs, you smell like honey and you’re all soft.” He said and I giggle. “I’m glad you like my perfume” I said and pushed my hair behind my shoulders. 

“I do, it’s very nice. You live around here?” He asks and I nod “2 blocks that-a-way” I point behind us and he raises his eyebrows. “Really, what street?” He asked “Kensington Ave. The brownstones” I said and he chuckled “No shit. I live in the high rise across the way” he said and my mouth drops. “Wow. Work neighbors, and building neighbors, we’ve never met?” I giggle “you've been avoiding me?” I ask and he chuckles “never, uhh. I’m like never home. I go there to sleep for a few hours, and my days off I…sleep…the whole day usually, I usually get home around 1am and leave at like 4ish, sometimes 5 if I sleep in” I raise my eyebrows in disbelief. 

“3 hours of sleep and you wonder why you feel 90? You need to sleep Carmen. You’re gonna have a heart attack.” I said and he chuckled. “If I would only be that lucky'' he joked, taking our empty glasses to the kitchen and I followed him “no- i'm serious, like you’re gonna drive yourself nuts.” I said, leaning on the counter watching him wash the glasses. 

“I am already there sweetheart don’t worry, been there- ahh let’s see, 20? Maybe 19. So 7 years of insanity give or take.” He said and I giggled, shaking my head. “You are not nuts. A crazy person couldn’t run a restaurant.” I said and he snorted “that speaking is the mind of someone who doesn’t work in a restaurant. No, you have to be a psycho to do this shit. Especially at the level I do it.” He shuts off the sink, putting the cups on the drying rack and leaning on his elbows on the table mirroring me from across. 

“I think you’re very, very passionate.” I brush his curls from his eyes “and that you sometimes get in your own way by not allowing people to help you.. which can make things harder” I said and he smiled, amusedly. “How do you already know so much about me, have you been stalking and avoiding me so I don’t find out?” He teases and I laugh. “Shut up, no. I have not. I dunno… like our souls know each other. That’s how I feel.” I shrug, crossing my hands under my chin and looking at him. 

“Hmm” he says. “Do you believe in past lives?” He asks and I nod “for sure. And future ones. I don’t think we can learn everything in one go that our souls need” I shrug and he nods a bit. “We need to talk more about this when I don’t have a pounding headache from being so overtired” he said softly and I pout, “c'mon let’s walk home.” I said and headed back to the office to grab my things. 

“I just have to go to the back and get my stuff gimme a few” he said from the kitchen. I waited by the island, shawl back on and bag on my shoulder. When he comes back out, my breath gets caught in my throat. Hes wearing delicious light grey sweatpants, blue Nike sneakers, and a plain white champion hoodie. As he lifted his arms to put his backpack on, the hoodie rode up, revealing his tight, toned stomach, and deep, deep V line. I lick my lips, imagining myself on my knees worshiping his god-like figure and he clears his throat. 

I looked up again, realizing he completely caught me red handed checking him out like the hottest new library book and I felt my cheeks heat, giving a shy smile. “Ready?” He asked and I nod “ready” I said meekly, mentally face palming for my lack of discretion. “Y’know it’s not a bad thing to check me out, right? I guess for earlier you can call us even” He asked as we walked down the hallway and I nearly tripped over my own feet at the boldness. “Fuck you” I roll my eyes playfully and he opens the door for me. 

“I’m a little tired right now, but for you? Anything. Your place or mine?” He asked and I laughed, slapping his chest playfully “you are a naughty, naughty little boy” I teased, wrapping my arms around his bicep as we walked. “Just letting you know allll the ways this glorious date could end” he said, a smug smirk on his face and I shook my head, looking at the sidewalk. 

This was so nice. I usually am needing to check behind me every couple steps, am tensing at every noise or stranger I pass, but with Carmen I feel protected. Secure. 

“I’ve never actually been able to enjoy this at night, I’m always looking over my shoulder wondering if I need to get my switchblade out” I chuckle shaking my head. “Switchblade? Damn. Can I see it?” He asks and I nod, digging in my purse and pulling out the pink knife attached with a MyMelody keychain to a can of mace. 

I pulled away from him, hopping a few steps ahead.  “Everybody watch out! I’m a woman that’s armed and dangerous!!” I giggle, clicking the little button and the hello kitty blade swings out with a click. He laughs, and I faced him, waving it around the air in front of me lightly “what’s so funny huh? I’m menacing Carmen, imagine I mugged you right now with a hello kitty knife” I said, causing him to laugh harder, clutching his stomach. 

“Oh my god - please” he snorts in laughter causing me to laugh. “Awww little piggy!!” I teased and he gasps pretending to be offended. “okay! Rude! You better not snort ever or you’ll be the piggy miss” he said making me start laughing again “you are at my mercy right now, sir, have you so easily forgotten?” I gently wave the pewny knife in front of his face. 

“Oh you sweet thing. I know you wouldn’t hurt a fly.” He plucks it from my fingers easily, closing it. “Only because I have the strongest little chef in all of Chicago to protect me. My knight in sexy gray sweatpants and a white sweatshirt” I mused, a playful smile dancing on my lips. “Mmm ok we’re getting there. I don’t like the little part, but- we’ll get there” he joked, dropping the knife back in my purse. 

“Oh, yeah?” I said, grabbing his arm again as we continued, our buildings come in to view. One of my hands trains down his arm, slinking my fingers to wrap between his. “Mmhmm” he hummed. 

I stopped again, standing in front of him and wrapping my arms around his neck loosely, standing on my tip-toes even in my heels to reach his ear. “I think that you know, that I know, you’re the sexiest, most hard working, passionate, gentleman - that I’ve ever had the pleasure of having a chance with. And I also think that you know, I have bratty tendencies, and love pulling your chain because I know it gets you going. You wanna know what I’m 100% sure of, though?” My sultry hot breath caused goosebumps to come up on his neck, his hands wrapping around my waist and squeezing gently. “Was’ that baby” he said softly, his voice laced with desire. I lace my fingers in his hair, gently tugging at his frizzy curls from the day. 

“I’m sure that you need a brat. Because what you need, Carmy.” I nibbled at his ear gently. His breath hitches in his throat, biting his lip to silence a soft moan. I wasn’t quite sure where all of this raw confidence and honesty was coming from, likely from the strong drink Carmy had made and my being a lightweight.

 “Is to be able to force someone in their place, and have full unrelinquished control over the entire situation. For someone to give themselves to you, be fully yours. To use. To love. To worship. Whatever you desire. Cause you’re a control freak. But that’s sexy, that’s soo sexy. I love a man who knows what he needs” I place a soft, lingering kiss on his racing pulse point. 

His hands trail down, cupping my ass before squeezing roughly and I moan softly at the contact. His hands were so strong, so large, but somehow the touch was still lacking confidence. “C-can I” he says softly, “can I kiss you, please?” He whispers. I lift my face to meet his, our noses brushing as I rest my forehead on his, looking into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide from both the dark and lust, the only peak of blue being a tiny sliver. 

“That depends,” I said with a smirk adorning my lips, I nuzzle my nose against his gently. “Will you kiss me how you want, Carm? Or how you think I want?” I ask and he licks his lips. “I want to make you happy” he whispers, I twirl a curl at the base of his neck around my finger. “It will make me happy, if you take what you want from me” I whispered. 

Before I could blink, his lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily- a war of tongue and lips, my fingers tightening around his hair and tugging smiling proudly when he moaned into my mouth. His hands trail my skirt, lifting it slightly to massage my backside in his hands wantingly. I let him take me, dominate me, own me in that moment, matching his hot feverish kisses as well as the sweet, gentle ones. We only broke apart to breathe, our chests rising and falling at an equal rapid pace. His lips were slick from our kiss, swollen from the rough encounter. He was beautiful. 

The only sound was the infrequent car passing, or the sound of the crickets that had made their homes in the small patches of grass on the side of the sidewalk that housed the trees. 

“I want you to come to family”

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[3d-wifey]

Hi!!! Awhile back I sent something about how star reminded me of “Work song” by Hozier and I was thinking about how Finnick reminds me of “From Eden” (also this is long I’m very sorry)

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Babe

There's something tragic about you

So I kinda view this as when Finnick first met Star he kinda realized what could happen to her. The Greek concept of tragedy is different from ours, it’s watching something, knowing how it’s going to end and being powerless to stop it. Thats the tragedy, the inevitably of what is going to happen and for Finnick that’s how he sees star when they first meet.

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Something so magic about you

Don't you agree?

I also think this applys to when they first meet because, correct me if I’m wrong, Finnick was kinda interested in star the moment they met and the fact that she can draw him in like that is odd, it’s new, it’s something he’s never experience before.

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Babe

There's something lonesome about you

Something so wholesome about you

Get closer to me

When Finnick first met her she was alone, even when she’s around people she isn’t really like them. All her fellow victors from her district are much older, she isn’t like the people in the Capitol…she is alone a lot. I also think Finnick views her in…not an innocent light but wholesome in how much she cares. And Finnick literally is close to her a LOT.

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Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago

I think there’s a big part of Finnick that views himself in star, at least at the start. There’s the same fear, same need to protect their families. For him it’s like looking in a mirror, one he’d rather not look at.

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Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

Eluding to the games, for Finnick he was apart of a career district he had a certain idea of the games that died as soon as he got there. I think the idea of “innocence died screaming” is referring to how they both had their innocence taken by both the games and the capitol.

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I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

Idk how to say this but Finnick is fucking WIPPED. He just wants a single glance at star, just anything.

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Babe

There's something wretched about this

Something so precious about this

Where to begin?

You can view this as the start of their relationship, something they have to hide, how they can’t truly belong to each other but there’s this innocent precious love they share.

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Babe

There's something broken about this

But I might be hoping about this

Oh, what a sin

Again their love is kinda a tragic one but something they have a lot of hope in, despite it being against Capitol rules.

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To the strand a picnic plan for you and me

A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree

I mean…how many times has Finnick probably thought about killing snow for what he does to star?

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Anyway I’m really sorry this is so long! I’m just obsessed!

You literally broke down my exact thought process when I added this song to the playlist

And don't apologize, I love when you guys rant in my inbox!!!

Here's a Lil sneak peak of chapter 15:

[hatchetfield-bang]

It's here!! The 2024 Teams Roster!!

Wow! Our most popular year so far, and our most successful first check-in/claims! We also had a very successful beta claims for the first time ever!!! Without further ado, get excited for the teams of the 2024 Hatchetfield Bang!!!

Love Runs Blue Author: Amanda/Calc Artist: Arran/Wiz Artist: Jade

For as long as my heart beats, our love shall fill it Author: Arthur Artist: Crypt Beta: Cami/Mike

Double Trouble Author: Love Artist: Kostya Artist: Axel

My Imaginary Friend, the Horror Author: Hayley Artist: Apollo/Pax Artist: Indigo

A Budding Conspiracy Author: Ash Artist: Artsy Artist: Oli

Sleazy Grown-Ups Must Die Author: Nab Artist: Jude Artist: Noodle

Little Briar Rose Author: Cal Artist: Teddy Beta: Pamela

Save The Town, Save The World Author: Felix Artist: Banana Bread Artist: Myth Beta: Lou

The God Of Friendship Author: Cas Artist: Grape/Kai Artist: Chloe Beta: Lou

when everything gets heavy, i've learned to travel light Author: Dragon Artist: Lo Artist: Teddy Beta: Lou

Ziria Author: Rats Artist: Noodle Artist: Jade Beta: Andi

She Walks Among the Stars Author: Dylbo Artist: Maddy Artist: Temmie Beta: Feather

Abstinence Camp Continued Author: Myth Artist: Ricky

Let's Do The Timewarp Again Author: Feather Artist: Kaz Artist: Nico Beta: Violet

Flash, Bang, Jane Author: Amanda/Calc Artist: Chloé Beta: Charlotte

Learning to Love Again (For the First Time) Author: Dylbo Artist: Finn Beta: Lucy

2003 Author: Love Artist: Tere Artist: Storm

Hallowed be thy name Author: Frog Artist: Olly Beta: Feather

The Senior Shriek Author: Felix Artist: Jasper Artist: Achilles Beta: Violet

Bleeding Memories Author: Ash Artist: Chloe Beta: Andi

Transfer My Tragedy Author: Felix Artist: Maddy

Grace Rips Off A Carrie Author: Ember Artist: Myth

Branches of the Willow Author: Nick Li Artist: Dan Beta: Temmie

leaning over us in icy stars Author: Rats Artist: Ace Artist: Ash

Reflections Author: Megan Artist: Domo

innocence died screaming, honey (i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door) Author: Scott Artist: Olly Beta: Feather

How Far We've Come Author: Nier Artist: Morgan

Sweetheart Author: Grape/Kai Artist: Maddy Beta: Violet

The Hatchetfield Games Author: Charlotte Artist: Achilles Beta: Cami/Mike

i'll never let you go (take me back) Author: Ali Artist: Green Beta: Charlotte

Alice Woodward Must Die Author: Emmelie Artist: Silver Beta: Love

The Hatchetfield Poets Department Author: Charlotte Artist: Andi Beta: Love

NPMD Among Us AU Author: Andi Artist: Ren Artist: Emmett

Nothing means everything (to me) Author: Frog Artist: Amy

dead kids (where do they go?) Author: Em Artist: Cass Artist: Ace

and the bible didn't mention us (not even once) Author: Amy Artist: Storm Beta: Love

Only Hers Author: Abi Artist: Marc

[xeas]

I SLITHERED HERE FROM EDEN (JUST TO SIT OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR)

🍍 IN WHICH: mr. inference cant seem to give himself a break. eli wants to help.

🥥 NOTE FROM XEA!: there's like, not a single surveyor icon on pinterest. idk if its because i searched the wrong stuff up or smth but i found an icon for every eli skin BUT surveyor . also no cop x criminal...that's tuff asf to write sorry,,,,,,i also have a tough time writing for men so i took this as a challenge ;;;;; sorry if it seems a little rushed or not as good as previous works

🫧CONTENT WARNINGS: not proofread; inference smokes a pipe, surveyor smokes the same one, surveyor is a flirt, relationship is up to the reader but its intended to be on the romantic spectrum, surveyor goes by eli, Mr. inference goes by naib, these two dudes kiss btw

There is something lonesome about Mr. Inference.

He spends most of his days (and nights) cooped up in his office organizing paperwork, writing reports, and putting two and two together.

And yet, some people just manage to get through locked doors (both physical and mental) to get on the detective's last nerves.

He considers himself a common man with common thoughts. No plaque or statue will be dedicated to his name, that will sooner be forgotten than remembered.

The detective cups the bowl of his pipe, exhaling a stream of smoke as he looks up at the drab ceiling of his office. Steel blue eyes stare up at the ceiling lost in thought, his classic coat hanging off of the leather chair he sat in.

The doorknob rattles. What?

Half of a moment passes. The door hastily creaks open and the detective doesn't even need to look to see who it is, the sound of black shoes clicking against the wood already making his head ache.

A figure with a mop of brown hair against porcelain skin sits on his desk. He watches, he is always watching. Naib continues to write and write and write with no end in sight.

"I believe it's past working hours, dear detective."

"Work picks up around this time."

"You're neglecting yourself, Naib."

The assault of ink to paper is halted. Naib suddenly feels the weight of exhaustion presses itself upon him.

"What do you need now." His voice is like a tangy whiskey against ice.

The surveyor hums, hands splayed on the mahogany of the desk. "Nothing, as of now. But a close friend of ours wanted me to check on you."

It doesn't take a genius to know who.

Naib puts his lips to the stem of his pipe and inhales, pulling away. He exhales away from Eli, offering the pipe to him. He takes his offer and repeats the same motion Naib does. Smoke hits the side of the detective's face.

"I know you won't talk about it Naib. Even it might kill you," Eli started, exhaling leftover smoke.

"But you have people you can talk to." The detective's brows furrowed.

"I know."

"Okay."

The two of them sat in pregnant silence. Eli observed what he saw. A man drowning himself in paperwork. His hair was messy, his overcoat draped over his chair, white collared shirt with 2 buttons open, you could see his rich olive skin-

Let's look at something else.

"I got you something." Eli interrupts his own thoughts. Naib looked over at him.

"I'm not going to get drunk with you." Naib cuts in.

"You're no fun," Eli pouts, setting the 'surprise' bottle of bourbon on the desk.

Naib just rolls his eyes, smoking the pipe again.

This time, Eli can't resist.

Almost as soon as he exhales the smoke Eli leans over the desk, planting a kiss on Naibs chapped lips. The detective's perpetually tired eyes widen a fraction, a hand suddenly gripping the desk.

As Eli pulls away he feels the detective grip a wrist of his. He watches him wet his lips.

"Stay for a while?"

"Of course."

୨🐙୧ ‧ 𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀 𝘼𝙉 𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘿𝘼𝙔! ⋆ ˚｡

🌺 𝙓𝙊𝙓𝙊,

XEA!

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I Slithered Here from Eden Just to Sit Outside Your Door - Geralt of Rivia Imagine [The Witcher]

Title: I Slithered Here from Eden Just to Sit Outside Your Door

Pairing: Geralt of Rivia X Reader

Based On: From Eden

Word Count: 1,488 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: Geralt keeps crossing paths with (Y/n). What started as a collection of coincidences soon shifts into something very different. The only problem is that one of them doesn't even want to acknowledge that said "shift" happened.

Author's Note: I don't know if I've written for The Witcher before. Which is funny because I've watched it twice.

HOZIER [2014] WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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The first time I saw Geralt never felt significant.

We had both simply found ourselves in the same place at the same time.

We had both been in the same tavern.

I think it have been stranger if I hadn't noticed him. He was far from the most discrete person. It looked like he had stopped bothering to try.

We didn't interact that day. We sat on opposite sides of the building, not sharing a single word. I spared a few glances, but I didn't catch him doing the same. I would find out later that he had in fact been doing the same. He was simply more subtle at that than I ever was.

I never truly expected to see him again.

But there he was again.

A different day, a different tavern, a different town.

Yet there we were again. Quietly sitting on opposite ends of the building. Quietly sparing looks toward each other without a word or indication that we acknowledged the other's presence.

Geralt didn't confront me until our third time running into each other.

I had noticed him when I walked in. At that point, I would have assumed he was following me if he didn't have such a distinct appearance. Anyone with an ounce of common sense would know that he would stick out in any crowd. I shrugged it off. I allowed myself to believe it was a coincidence.

That was confirmed for me when I left that night.

I yelled as my arm was grabbed and I was dragged into a small alley.

"What the hell-"

"Why are you following me," he asked. He looked like an angry bear. Nostrils flared, glaring at me, speaking through gritted teeth.

"I'm not," I replied. That was the best explanation that I had.

"Do you expect me to believe that?"

"If you had any common sense, yes," I replied. "Tell me. Have we ever seen each other outside of a tavern?"

He didn't respond to that. It wasn't incredibly shocking to me that someone such as him couldn't admit to something that could prove he was wrong.

"It would be quite shit work on my end if that were the case," I shrugged. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better ways to spend my time than being manhandled."

I stepped out from my place between the wall and him before going to walk out of the alley.

"What's your name," he called when I got to the end.

"Why do you want to know," I asked, crossing my arms as I looked at him again.

"If we're going to continue running into each other, then it may be nice to have it."

I almost rolled my eyes.

"(Y/n)," I answered. He paused. "I'm hoping you will allow this to be a fair deal. My name for yours."

"Geralt."

I nodded. "Well, Geralt. I hope the next time we speak; it isn't because you dragged me into an alley."

I continued walking away from him.

It would be a while before I found myself walking into the same tavern as Geralt. We seemed to instantly find each other's eyes as soon as I stepped through the door.

I went to ignore him as I always had. But before I had the luxury, he nodded to the seat across from him. I let out a huff before walking over.

"Wish to accuse me of more ridiculous crimes," I asked.

"I wish to offer you a drink," he replied. "If we're going to continue meeting like this, then we may as well be cordial."

I looked between him and the seat for a moment before sighing and sitting down. He had this almost-smug grin stretched across his lips. I shook my head and shifted a bit.

He didn't speak until there was a drink sitting in front of me, "Why do you travel so much?"

"Could ask you the same question," I tried to avoid it.

"But I'm assuming you would already know my answer."

I nodded. "You're a Witcher. You aren't exactly secretive."

"I'm aware," he replied. As if he had tried and failed many times before. "Now. Answer my question."

"I get bored," I explained. Not a complete lie. "I cannot handle sitting in the same place forever. I fear that I would lose my mind if I was confined to such an existence."

He nodded.

"Does that answer your question, Witcher?"

"For now."

I didn't hesitate to roll my eyes after that.

Our next few meetings felt similar to that one.

We would manage to find each other. We would find some conversation that suited us both. Then, we would walk away from each other.

And that was all it was. As if we were both checkpoints for each other. Reminders of how far we had gone.

I didn't mind Geralt's company as much as I assumed that I would. He didn't seem to mind mine either. But that didn't mean that either one of us looked for more than that.

Perhaps that was why I was nothing short of completely confused when I found Geralt knocking on the door to my motel room.

I didn't have much time to question him before my eyes latched onto how he was holding onto his arm.

"Are you planning on letting me bleed out in the hallway," he asked.

I stepped to the side so he could walk inside. "You wouldn't bleed out from that wound."

"I forgot that you were a genius," he muttered as he dropped himself on the mattress.

"If you continue with the attitude, I will ensure that you bleed out in the hallway."

He stared at me for a moment. Like he was daring me to fulfill that promise. I raised an eyebrow at him and crossed my arms over my chest. A similar dare.

He sighed and went about shrugging off his clothes to show the wound in all its glory. I stepped forward to help but he held up a hand to stop me.

"I don't need your help," he explained. "I just needed a place to take care of this and the man running the place said every room was full."

"How did you even know that I was here," I asked.

"I saw you walk this way earlier."

He was already focused on taking care of the cut by the time he answered me. I stood by the end of the bed. I knew that I was staring, but I was hoping that I could cover it up by claiming to simply be worried about his well-being.

"So you just walked around and knocked on every door until you found mine?" I chuckled at the idea of him knocking on a door like this before just grumbling in the face of whoever opened it and walking away.

"I only knocked on yours."

I nodded. "Lucky guess?"

The glare that he sent my way told me otherwise. I couldn't tell if the idea made me uneasy or not.

"Are you going to tell me how you got hurt?"

"Do you really have any desire to know?"

The response was grumbled as he tried to wrap the bandage on his own.

I sighed and walked over. I swatted his hand away and took over. Don't need help, my ass.

"Thank you," he muttered after I had secured the bandage.

"Be still my beating heart, he says thank you," I mumbled back as I moved away from him. He rolled his eyes. "You're welcome."

We fell into a strange silence after that. I couldn't tell if it was tense or comfortable. I had never experienced something like that. Granted, I don't think I had truly spent this much time with Geralt before.

"Geralt," I said. He looked back at me.

I don't know what inspired me to break the silence the way that I did. I don't know if my heartbeat had gotten loud enough to drown out the logical side of my thoughts. Maybe I would have done it no matter what.

I took a deep breath and leaned down to press my lips to his.

I expected him to pull away. Or to push me away. Or maybe sit there in silence until I pulled away.

The last thing I expected him to do was kiss me back.

The hand of his non-injured arm reached up to touch the side of my face.

I leaned back after a few moments.

I almost felt too stunned to speak. I had never truly thought that this would happen. Now that it had, I didn't know what to do.

I took a deep breath to collect my thoughts. "Are you staying here for the night?"

It took him a moment to reply, "If you'll let me."

A grin slowly spread across my face before I leaned in and kissed him again.

It was never going to be an "if".

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Look at how I descend lower until I am nothing but dust

Scattered thoughts about Hozier’s poetry. Quoted from his lyrics, while my ramblings descend after.

“If there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact they didn’t do it right”

Icarus flying too close to the sun could not tell he was dying because he was too enraptured. Did he think that his skin burning was his love so bright it was on fire?

“Skinning the children for a war drum, putting food on the table selling bombs and guns”

and then, “If there's something still to take there is ground to break”

imagine emerging deep in the bowels of a song covered in blood

Look at this calamity and watch who survives. Aren’t you all magnificent in your efforts to forge ahead and begin again?

this is the official soundtrack of Dante’s fvcking inferno. harrowing.

“Do you know, I could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, I still carry for you? That I'd walk so far just to take the injury of finally knowing you.”

Orpheus and Eurydice has love never made you feel insane? only a tragedy. To love someone enough to save them and to love someone so much that you cannot save them. Love is looking back and you cannot tell me otherwise.

“They are buried without scalp in the shattered bedrock of our home”

Ship of fucking Theseus. Is it rebuilding or painstakingly re-piecing a corpse? If they shed every part of you that you have become effluvia, what else is there to retrieve?

“My life was a storm, since I was born How could I fear any hurricane? If someone asked me at the end I'll tell them put me back in it”

yeah fvck you (at this point i am stardust). darling you forget yourself. you think this scares me, my paramour?

“Hold me like water or Christ, hold me like a knife”

Like you’re terrified I will slip through your fingers or like you cannot let me go if only for your own sake and not mine

If you can’t keep me around because you love me, if I'm only here for your purpose then Christ, I’d be your mistress just to have you around.

Hold me even though I am hard to hold. wield me or hold me tight with the strongest of intentions, with the intent to kill

“If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait. Until that day, I'd rather take my whiskey neat”

My house can not hold us, so do not bother, there is no invitation. I watch begrudging. I watch in veneration, in the same reverence in which man beholds his saint. cast me down. You are too saccharine to save me.

“No grave can hold my body down, I’ll crawl home to her”

Imprisonment. Addiction. Death itself. i fear would not stop me.

my temple, my cathedral, my synagogue

Is it then blasphemy to call my damned soul pious when my love for you is holy and akin to salvation?

and then finally my absolute favorite.

“I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door”

poignant. visceral.

Screw these other righteous mortals, come with me instead. Let’s take a stroll through the nine circles of hell.

[grandlovescheme]

MY DAEMON/RHAENYRA FICS ON AO3

❤️Multi-chapter fics:

- I Slithered Here From Eden Just to Sit Outside Your Door

Historical AU, work in progress, rating M - dad/daughter Daemyra, check the tags

- Every Bait and Switch Was a Work of Art

Modern AU, completed work, 100K words, rating E

Secret agents Daemon and Rhaenyra stand on opposite sides. They don’t even know each other’s names. They should want the other dead… and most of the time, they do. But that's part of the fun.

- Take Me With You, Together Let’s Bloom

Modern AU with a touch of magic, completed work, 22K words, rating E

When Rhaenyra found a stranger looking at her from her mirror, she never expected to fall for him...

- Izulī Ampā Perzī Prūmī Lanti Sēteksi

Canon Divergence, work in progress, no rating so far

Despite the court whispering otherwise, there was not much Daemon could be envious of when it came to his brother. He hadn't been envious when he claimed Balerion, the largest of all the Targaryen dragons since Aegon's Conquest. Not when he was chosen as their grandfather's heir. And not even when he ascended the Iron Throne, becoming King. The one and only time Daemon was envious, was jealous of his brother… was when Viserys married their sister… … or, all Daemon wants in life is his twin sister… until everything changes with the birth of his niece Rhaenyra.

- There's Just Something About Older Men

Modern AU, work in progress, rating E

Rhaenyra enjoys her twenties, content never seeing her hookups again after the night they spend together. This time, though, this one older man, she just can't get him out of her head... And when they run into each other again, it almost feels like fate. Is this just the alure of an experienced, older man... or is there something deeper between them?

- You're Ripped at Every Edge (But You're a Masterpiece)

Modern AU, completed work, 143K words, rating M

Her days are filled with ballet classes, he spends his nights in an underground fighting ring. She's a good girl who never asked anything for herself, he's a bad boy with a pain kink who can't wait to show his niece what living is truly about...

- If I Could, I'd Get You the Moon

Modern siblings AU, completed work, 72K words, rating E - check the tags!!!

She knew her brother would do anything for her. Give her anything. But what if the thing she wanted the most... was him?

- The Dominoes Cascaded In A Line

Modern AU, completed work, 34K words, rating E

Rhaenyra was just shy of 22 when her whole life changed with the arrival of her son. Jace was unexpected, unplanned, but immediatey became the love of her life. Now, she takes care of the baby, she takes care of the man-child she's supposed to be co-parenting with, she takes care of the house... but who will take care of her?

- High Hopes

Modern AU, completed work, 60K words, rating E

Rhaenyra decides that she cannot go through with this. As she runs away from her own wedding, there is only one person she can call. The only person not currenty waiting for her to walk down the aisle. The only person not invited. Her father's younger brother that no one was ever allowed to talk about. The uncle she hadn't seen in years.

- Our Violent Ends

Modern Vampire!AU, completed work, 27.5K words, rating E

He loved her too much to lose her. He chose for her. Now... he has to deal with an eternity of hatred.

- Let's Ignite Under the Ember Skies

Modern AU, completed work, 26.5K words, rating M

It's been a while since Rhaenyra realized her feelings for her uncle are more than is usual. More than is... proper. After avoiding ever being alone with him, after dodging his every call... she decides enough is enough. She needs to find out if her burning passion and intense longing is reciprocated.

❤️One/Two shots:

Fourth Time's the Charm

Modern AU, 3K words, rating M

“I'm pregnant.” She said those exact words a few times in her life. They were true only once.

Queen of Hearts

Fairytale inspired AU with magic, 6.2K words, rating M

Her Grace Rhaenyra Targaryen has a unique way of dealing with her enemies. Her Huntsman is all too pleased to assist her. But what will she do when she is no longer sure he can be trusted?

Beauty and the Beast

AU with a paranormal twist, outsider POV, 2.7K words, rating M

He's been stumbling through the woods for hours. Exhausted, hungry and achy, he finally finds a house in the darkness. He's so grateful to stay the night… Though there is something strange about the couple living in the cottage…

Strange What Desire Makes Foolish People Do

Modern AU, 3K words, dark - rating M

Rhaenyra always knew her and Daemon belong together. And if he doesn't seem to agree just yet... she'll have to help it a little.

Sweet Dreams

Modern AU, 3K words, rating M

Daemon has an ASMR Youtube channel called Bedtime Stories With Uncle Daemon where he reads erotica to his subscribers. Rhaenyra can't fall asleep without it.

All and Then Most of You, Some and Now None of You

Modern AU, 5K words, rating M, no happy ending

All Rhaenyra ever wanted was to get out of her sleepy hometown and make it big as an actress. All Daemon ever wanted was to take care of the family legacy. Their love remained strong despite their dreams keeping them apart... Until their love was not enough anymore.

If You’ve Bled, I Bleed the Same

Modern AU, 3.6K words, rating E

After Rhaenyra's place in the family business is usurped, her life is constantly in danger. Daemon makes sure her enemies are slowly taken care of... and more importantly, she is.

Run, Little Doll, Run

Modern AU, 2.5K words, rating E

Married Daemyra role-playing. Hitchhiker, consensual non-con fun in the woods while the kids are with their grandfather...

One for the Money, Two for the Show

Modern AU, 4.5K words, rating M

Ever since Rhaenyra was a child, Daemon took advantage of her cuteness to win over ladies. She was his best wingwoman, and she never minded... Until she got older, and realized she wanted her uncle for herself.

Prisoner of Pleasure

Modern AU, PWP, 2.2K words, rating E

Married Daemyra role-playing. Wanting to be the one in charge for once, Rhaenyra is the warden, having her way with a wayward prisoner...

The Heat of Your Electric Touch

Modern AU, PWP - cockwarming, 1.7K words, rating E

Daemon and Rhaenyra go on a camping trip, and share a sleeping bag for warmth. They have to keep their hands to each other, but Rhaenyra needs a certain something to sleep better...

Practice Makes Perfect

Modern AU, PWP, 2.3K words, rating E

Married Daemon and Rhaenyra spice up their sex lives with role-playing... This time, as a student/teacher.

Always Only Him

Modern AU, PWP - non-consensual voyeurism, 2.2K words, rating E, response to a prompt in the SummerofDove2023 collection.

At a family function, Rhaenyra finds Uncle Daemon in her bed, masturbating to her things. She stays to watch him.

Evidence of Our Ancestors (Around My Throat)

Canon universe, married Daemyra, missing scene after episode 7, 2K words, rating E

Rhaenyra tried her best to find the necklace her uncle had given her, now that they were married, and its reminder was no longer a painful one. However, no matter how much she tried, she couldn't find it. To make it up to her new husband, she let him put a different kind of necklace on her...

Wife's Duty

Modern AU, PWP - breeding kink, 2.2K words, rating E

Rhaenyra's job is to give her husband an heir, yet another month rolls around and her stomach remains empty and flat, only tightening with period cramps. She's failed her duty again, and her husband doesn't intend to wait a single day to try again...

Fake It Till You Make It

Modern AU, fake dating, 6K words, rating E

Rhaenyra needs a date for a friend's wedding. Her uncle selflessly offers to be one. Except they'll need to pretend to be in love... What could go wrong? Or right?

Your Body in My Arms

Modern AU, PWP, 5K words, rating E

Daemon is only trying to make his niece feel better after a shitty day. He has no idea Rhaenyra has a plan of her own... a plan to finally get what she wants - her uncle.

Anywhere With You

Dark Modern!AU, 5.5K words, rating M

He doesn’t miss her when she’s gone; no, he's gutted and unable to focus on anything else. Does she feel the same when they're apart? He hopes not. He doesn't want her to suffer. Even if it's for him. He only wants to protect her… from any pain, any danger, she might face.

Husband Mine

Arranged Marriage/Victorian!AU, 5K words, rating E

Rhaenyra's marriage to Daemon hadn't been a love match. They barely knew each other, their age gap providing them little opportunities to connect. But as time went on, Rhaenyra fell in love with her husband... and she's determined to make him fall in love with her, too. Their marriage hadn't been a love match... but it would be.

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Modern AU, 8.5K words, rating M

Rhaenyra hasn't seen her uncle in a year. Not since he broke her heart after the best night of her life. Now she must face him again, during the most magical time of the year. But she's not coming alone, and she's decided she won't let him make a fool out of her ever again...

Night After Night

Canon Divergence!AU, 2K words, rating M

Daemon taught Rhaenyra about the secret passageways during her childhood. Ever since she would come to his rooms when he visits to have one on one time with her beloved uncle. In childhood these meetings where innocent, them talking or him telling stories of his adventures, and with her falling asleep on his bed, only for him to carry her back to her own. However, she is now she is no longer a child.

Ask For Me

Canon Divergence!AU, 3K words, rating E

Daemon had dreamt of his niece more times than he can count. But this time... it feels different.

Games We Play

Canon Divergence!AU, 2K words, rating E

Episode 4 canon divergence. Things at the brothel escalate... and continue even in the Red Keep.

The pretty divider by Saradika

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