#Usually my go to ancient greek fact when people gush about how 'ancient greece was a utopia for LGBT' i bring up the pederasty thing

[bugwolfsstuff]

Why does everyone hold Zeus to his 'crimes' but not Achillies?

Does no one know of what he did to Trolius? (link to a post that explains it so I don't have to explain)

Or does that ruin the image of poor baby Achilles who was just in love and everyone was so mean to him 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Also why the fuck is only Zeus get this treatment? all gods have committed atrocities except maybe Hestia and if we're talking roman myth then not even Vesta is innocent (Vestal virgins i'm looking at you)

It's mythology, they're meant to reflect society and nature, literally no god (and i mean of all religions here) is wholly good and i am saying this as a pagan.

[rosesnink]

The Detective and the Businessman, Chapter 3

A/N: These days are not easy to publish because my tw*n thinks she is the one who everyone should bow to and it just disgusts me. But she is her father’s daughter wbk she is fucking disgusting, next question. Now, I did manage to finish some things, thing not easy with her in here. That said, the words in turkish will be translated below. 

Summary: After the trap, Hayley and Ernest go on a honeymoon to recover and come back stronger and a figure that was long gone returns. 

Word Count: 3251 

Hayley finally woke up, feeling her chest a bit lighter than expected. She saw how Ernest was in a call, looking distressed. She observed how disheveled he looked like, his hair messier than usual and his clothes loosen up. He observed she was awake and hung up, rushing towards his wife, now feeling relieved. He kissed her knuckles and the inside of her wrist, eyes welled up “Hayley, my love, thank God you’re awake. I was worried”.

“Ernest, the baby, I’m so, so sorry—” She started, but he stopped her.

“Don’t be. You couldn’t have guessed. It wasn’t your fault” He ran his thumb on her palm and kissed the back of her hand “You’re alive and safe, that’s all I need right now”.

“I just—I was really looking forward start a family with you… I feel like a big disappointment” She gushed.

“Hayley, don’t you ever say that! You’re not, alright? You were set up and whoever did it, they took advantage of your condition”.

She looked at him “About that… I was indeed set up. I need you to know his name—”.

“We’ll focus later on it. Right now, your priority is your health and a talk with the doctor about conceiving and recovering” He smiled “In fact, I have arranged us something to get away and recover without criminals in the way”.

She knitted her brows with confusion “What do you mean?”.

“My dear, it is time that you and I go on our honeymoon. Say the place and I will do the arrangements. Your father and bosses agree that it’s better for your recovery to get away for a bit, lay low”.

“No”.

“But, Hayley—”.

“I mean, I know you’re concerned, but this? Have you even consulted me, Ernest? I don’t want to leave the workplace when the man who probably killed my mother is out there and free! I want to stay and hunt that son of a bitch down, whatever it takes. With, or without your help”.

He sighed “I fully understand, and if it’s your will, it will be it, but think about it and then you give me your answer: you taught me in our sparring sessions that sometimes letting show the enemy that he has won and prepare a better strategy to strike in a way that you’re the final victor is more powerful than striking in hot blood. Strengthen yourself, seek a better strategy and then show him what a Parker can do. But if that goes against your desires, then I will cancel everything and we will go back to normal” He squeezed her hands “Think about it and take your time, I will wait patiently”.

Days after discussing with the Chief and Annabelle, debating herself and looking up to the notes about Gideon Payne, she took a deep breath as she packed her pregnancy test and knocked on Ernest’s office door in Ledford Park Manor and came in, shaking her head with amusement “You win, Sinclaire. Pack your hottest stuff, we’re going to Athens”.

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Somewhere in Iran, right now

The young boy held his suitcase close as he looked everywhere, looking for the man that would take him to his destiny. It was a discreet field, without war and people there as he heard the familiar sound of the helicopter in his trained ears, landing on the field before him. He looked up to see the friendly pilot, a smirk on his old face “Içeri gel evlat seni eve götürüyorum”.

“Ev ... kulağa ... gerçeküstü” He tasted the word ‘home’ in his mouth, remembering the fields of the esate, his brother’s laughter and the training with his sister.*

“Şey, oluyor. Git acele et!”.*

“Güle güle, savaş. seni özlemeyeceğim” The man said before rushing to the helicopter, not without peeking one last time the war, far beyond him now. He was a free man. He was finally a free man.*

The helicopter lifted, leaving behind the misery and horror he witnessed himself for years. He looked at his photo, one with his parents and siblings. The kind Miss Parker snapped it for them when he was 15. In there, his father beamed as he rested his hands on Edmund and Hayley’s shoulders. She was dressed with her black clothes and her emo hair, pink and blonde as she looked as stern as his mother, who looked like some perfect poker face. Edmund was blushing, his blue glasses resembling his blue eyes. He smiled, wondering how everything was at home.

And how a certain someone would be.

The flight was pleasant. While both Hayley and Ernest insisted on going to a regular plane, Vincent insisted in lending them his private jet. Shockingly, he was that rich that he owned a jet. They were resting on the seats, Hayley sleeping like a baby on his shoulder while he remembered the first time he hung out with her, in that winter afternoon in Edgewater’s lake.

18th of December, 2001

All the kids gathered for the festivities, one of them held in Edgewater. Everyone was there, either skating or making snow wars, screeching and giggling. Ernest Sinclaire was only 13 and already knew the drill, but he wanted to see his dear friend Hayley again. He scanned the place, looking for her brown hair and green eyes, hoping she were ready. She was only 8, but she was smarter than any other kid her age. His mother elbowed the tall boy, a sly grin on her face “Are you sure you don’t want me to ask the butler to fetch her?”.

“No. She promised she’d come for me” And he knew that Hayley was a woman of her word.

Just a few minutes after, Hayley came out of the house, a big coat of fur, white as the snow and with pants and big winter boots matching the coat, the only colour in her eyes and her hair in a perfect made bun. She went towards him, giving him a hug as a greeting as he admired her

“You look great”.

“Thanks. You look great too”.

Lydia Sinclaire smiled at them both as she chided “I’ll go find your father. You two have fun!”.

“Mom—”.

Hayley laughed “Let’s go, I have dope things planned”

They both ran towards the lake, where she told him she had learned a dope thing. He observed her as she got her boots off and put on ice-skates, starting to skate smoothly, swaying in the iced lake like the Snow Queen, skating gracefully as he observed with his mouth wide open, amazed by her. She laughed at him, bringing him to her, they both skating together, many girls whispering and even glaring, but he didn’t mind. He spun her around, making her laugh as she started to spin around herself, like some Goddess of the snow. He stood there, looking how she gracefully swing around, her brown locks barely touching him, his heart racing fast as she looks at him, taking him to the shore of the lake.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop as she laughed, her shiny eyes and her brilliant hair like a cascade of brown locks, shining in the cold winter, her milky skin shining as the heat on his cheeks rose. She was beautiful today, her resemblance showing that one day, she’d be the most beautiful woman alive. She noticed his absence and he couldn’t help but caress her rosy cheeks, his lips parted as he wished to kiss her, those lips that might look dry, but he always dreamed of cherish. He always dreamed of her.

“Ernest!” His mother called. He jolted slightly before excusing himself, where his mother was there with their lastest business friends, the D’Oleurs. But his eyes were always trained on Hayley, talking and giggling with her friends. She noticed him staring and gave him a wide smile, thing that made him blush. At any moment he noticed the young Roselyn, trying to get a word out of him.

But the only one he wished to talk to, was Hayley. His Hayley.

Greece, Athens

The streets of Athens were ethereal and magical. It was like being stuck in the past and the present. She could smell the food, a taste of meat, spices and yoghurt invading her nostrils. The city was crowded as the newlyweds observed the rather small streets, how there was more road than actual street and how crazy the drivers were! She also observed the diversity of religion and how actually respected it was.

Many locals were awfully nice to them, although for Hayley it felt more like a duty because of their reputation with tourism. She looked at her husband, and for once, he wasn’t barking at anyone at his phone. He was, in fact, with his arm snaked on her waist and smiling, commenting the city and some fun fact about the city in the ancient days. She listened fully, a small smile on her face. She always loved how smart he was, how much he knew and always knew how to keep a deep conversation with her. How his eyes were absent in focus, how his full lips moved, …

“I’m sorry, am I boring you?” He asked, looking a bit embarrassed.

“On the contrary. I was admiring how you behave when you talk of something you like” She assured him, placing a hand on his cheek.

“Good. I’d hate to bore you to death on our honeymoon”.

“That’s the thing. I could never be bored of you even if we were 97 and you couldn’t do much due to the old age. I still would find you fascinating”.

“And you’d be still a mystery for me” He kissed her hand and smiled at each other.

Later, they lay on the Greek beach, sunbathing while Ernest read a book, only his shirt off. She observed how appealing he was right now: his milky skin against the golden sun, his fluffy, pillowed hair being shone by the powerful sun, his large fingers placed all over the book, his turquoise eyes drinking in all of the words of the book, … He was beautiful, so beautiful that words in any kind of language could not describe how she felt in that moment, with him, just being two humans on earth, loving each other and living their human lives. She leaned on his shoulder, smelling his essence of sandalwood and earthy cologne. He closed the book as his arms surrounded her, embracing her and kissing her head, her head now on his chest, feeling his heart beating fast and steady, matching her own. She looked up to him, her green against his blue and shared a look, that kind of look that spoke for itself, their minds and souls colliding and creating a poem of love, tenderness and pure yearning from the other.

“Let’s get out of here” She whispered.

Later, when the room’s door closed, his lips collided with hers, his hands on her waist, kissing her slowly and without a rush, whispering how beautiful, how fascinating, how breath-taking she was, how much he yearned her, driving her mad. As the reached the bed, less and less clothing stood between them. When her legs collided with the bed, she was bare before him. The way he looked at her made her catch her breath: so much desire and yet so much admiration and pure love. They have been naked in front of each other before, but this time was different. There was so much intimacy, so much complicity and silent dreams that the other was aware. He caught her hands as he sat on the bed, looking up to her, and she followed him, their movements a well-known choreography.

How their instincts and knowledge of the other was like a second nature, knowing what the other was feeling, what they liked and wanted from the other, how their bodies fitted together, like that last piece of the puzzle that everyone spent their lives looking for, how incredible it felt, how invincible they felt, untouchable for a few hours. How they whispered to each other things that they wouldn’t say out loud, even how some laughs escaped from the other and how they reached finally the starts together, their souls brushing it, their hands never wavering from the other, how they collapsed on the bed and looked at each other and how he took care of her, and she took care of him. How small, but meaningful the kisses were, how they cuddled afterwards, holding each other like the other was the most precious thing they had in their lives. Because they were.

“Ernest?”.

“Yes?”.

She looked at him, her messy but yet perfect hair lowered to one side, her golden skin that could bear the heat on her body and make of it the portrait of a goddess and green, bright eyes “I love you”.

He kissed her, a slow one as he whispered against her lips “I love you too”.

Her perfectly manicured hands wandered on his chest, caressing it “I wish I could freeze time and stay like this forever. You and I, with no other worries than the other’s needs. That’s the life I’d like, someday, when my duty is done”.

He cradled her face on his hands “And it will. Soon, we will be living our boring, domestic lives and, who knows? Maybe… a little bundle will be there to witness it”.

“Yeah… I’d like that”.

With that, they kissed again, melting entirely on the other, giggles and squeaks for the rest of the night.

The woman paced on the hall, her high-heeled boots sounding on the sharp marble floor, shaking her head “How that he got away? I thought we had him this time!”.

“We didn’t, ma’am. He is well hidden, but we will find him”.

She punched the glass, frustrated “What about Hayley? Is she safe? Does she suspect anything?”.

“While the detective has smelled something, she is now vulnerable and has decided to take a three weeks vacations to celebrate her honeymoon”.

She nodded to herself “And Ernest? Is he doing something to discover who set Hayley up?”.

“No, he is focused on her full recovery, but her father, Vincent, is always digging something”.

“I know” The French woman acknowledged “He is far smarter than we give credit for. He did discover who I was and what were my intentions”.

“Can we trust him?”.

“That’s to be seen”.

As Harry walked on the streets of London, he noticed how many things had changed. How everything seemed busier and how many more tourists came in there. A group of Spanish teenagers looked at him before whispering something among themselves. He wished Hayley could translate him.

He kept walking when he stopped on one house. His house. He gulped before straightening himself, knocking confidently on the door. He waited and waited for three long minutes until his brother Edmund opened the door, looking busy. He froze as he saw Harry, now with a big, rather ugly scar across his face and looking years older than he actually was.

“B-brother?”.

He smiled at him and hugged him, careful of his important stuff. They laughed as they looked at each other “Look! You have no longer acne!”.

“What happened to your face? Which boar did you offend this time?” Edmund joked back.

“One from Iran that had a long knife and hated white people” He shrugged.

Edmund’s face fell “Truly? Did it hurt?” He bit his lip “Why didn’t you return my calls?”.

Harry placed a hand on his shoulder “The colonel said it was too dangerous. That I’d call later. And later became days, weeks—”.

“Until five years have passed” Edmund finished.

“Brother, I’m sorry—”.

“I know. But I’m on a rush now. If you want to, you can accompany me in the car and see where I am now. Thank Hayley that she got me a place as one of the big guys of the tech in the station”.

“The station? Like… the police station?” Harry was amazed.

“Just so. Right now there is this pretender who is chasing poor girls and I have been tasked to track him down and learn his modus operandi before this week ends”.

“Sounds incredible, brother. How is Father? And Mother?”.

Edmund looked away, clearly uncomfortable “Father is fine. But Mother…”.

He elbowed him “What is it? Brother, talk to me!”.

They were near the door of the station when a gasp cut out the air. Edmund blushed when he saw who that person was. Briar Daly, Hayley’s rather pretty best friend “Harry?!”.

“Good to see you too, but I really need to talk to my brother—”.

“How did you come back? We thought you were gone forever! Where the hell have you been?! Oh God, Hayley needs to hear about this! It’s so bad that she has gone to Greece on her honeymoon—”.

“Honeymoon? Hayley’s married? Our Hayley of all people?” Harry couldn’t believe it. She always seemed so disgusted by the idea of marriage and fluffiness, it was a great shock to him.

“Why, yes she is! Seems like Sinclaire was destinated to defrost our Ice Queen”.

“Sinclaire? Like Ernest Sinclaire?” His mind was racing and everything was happening too fast.

“I think we should sit and have a long, long talk. Our shift hasn’t commenced yet”.

The days passed slowly as Hayley bit her lip, thinking of her first night in Greece. She rushed towards the room to find it without him on it, but she heard the water running on the bathroom. She smirked as she out down the bags and started to take off her clothes and with a whoosh, she got into the shower where her husband was taking a shower. At first he was startled, but then smiled “Hey there”.

“Mind some company?”.

“Not really” He rushed her towards the heated shower, where their lips and bodies collided while in the speakers streamed There’s Nothing Holdin’ Me Back by Shawn Mendes, giggles and gasps muffled by the music.

These days were rather heavenly on their own loop: waking up, doing some sightseeing, eating Greek delicacies, going to the beach, then they came back to the hotel and stayed up late. Sometimes she’d videocall Briar, telling her what her friend demanded to know and giggled and whispered over the things they tried together.

Some time later, Hayley was watching the Greek news when she felt another pinch in her stomach and dizzy. She rushed to the bathroom and threw up, startling her husband. He caught her hair as his expert hands massaged her back. They knew what that meant.

He passed her the pregnancy test and kissed her temple “Good luck, my love”.

She nodded as she did the whole process and waited, her feet drummering the marble floor. When she finally knew the results were out, she took a deep breath. One line.

Negative.

She sighed as she got out the bathroom, shaking her head negatively “Nope”.

“Oh, Hayley…” He wrapped his arms around her as he kissed her everywhere “It’s alright. We still have time. When we come back, we will see a doctor, the best one! Money is no issue. We will make sure this goes swimmingly”.

She nodded, hugging him tight.

He hugged her tighter, kissing her temple as the sun set on the Greek coast.

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Içeri gel evlat seni eve götürüyorum - Come in, son, I’m taking you home. 

Ev ... kulağa ... gerçeküstü - Home... it sounds... surreal. 

Şey, oluyor. Git acele et!  - Well, it’s happening. Go, hurry! 

Güle güle, savaş. seni özlemeyeceğim - Goodbye, war. I won’t miss you. 

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