#any boarders out there who can help?

[young-royals-confessions]

I have so many questions about the practicalities of boarding schools and the internet is rather unhelpful in finding answers and now I keep getting adverts for boarding schools lmao.

Have any of your followers been to one? I was wondering how things like laundry/haircuts/planned doctor's appointments work? Like has Wille ever done his own laundry or hoovering? His room always seems suspiciously clean. (Side note: do you think Wille has ever done household chores or cooking?) Or what happens if a pupil has is sick with a bug? Do they have to go to the house parent to get a day off or do they need a dr's note? Are house parents also regular teachers too? If so who would look after a sick pupil during the day? And do boarding schools have their own in house doctor? Or would a pupil need to visit the GP in the nearest town?

Sorry for the bombardment of questions but anyway hope the current negativity you've been recieving will get better ❤️

[docrobinavitch]

say goodbye like you mean it | part three

dr. robby x f!charge nurse!oc content: 18+ mdni, swearing, canon medical events, vague age gap (oc mid to late thirties) words: 6.1k PART ONE | PART TWO | PART FOUR synopsis: while gwen and robby continue to explore their relationship, langdon returns to the pitt. gwen grapples with the feeling that robby means more to her than she does to him. a/n: hi guys thank you for the patience while i was traveling and thank you so much for all the love on the first two parts!!! i can't thank u enough for real. i love hearing your feedback so please do not hesitate, even anonymously. i had so much fun writing this part. there will be at least one more part, i will keep y'all updated.

“Dana,” Gwen frowned as she watched Dana walk toward the hub with a tray in her hand with three coffees, “I didn’t know you were on today.”

Dana handed her one of the coffees, “I’m not, but it’s… gonna get weird in here today. Thought you could use the help.”

Gwen sipped her coffee, but continued to watch Dana with confusion, “What’s going on today?”

Dana stared at her quietly for a moment, “It’s Langdon’s first day back. Robby didn’t mention?”

Gwen and Robby had been casually seeing each other for two months now. They acknowledged that they were seeing each other exclusively, but hadn’t defined the relationship otherwise. On top of that, they rarely saw each other on their off days. Right now, their relationship was mostly confined to after shift dinners and sleepovers.

To be clear, Gwen was okay with this, but she had wondered if Robby was intentionally keeping her at arms length. She hadn’t yet been brave enough to ask him about it. In truth, the sex was really good and she didn’t want to risk ruining it.

But here was a clear marked warning sign that he was, in fact, keeping things from her.

“Is Langdon a student, or?”

Dana sighed heavily, “Shit. I thought since the two of you were dating now he would at least be confiding in someone.”

Gwen flushed and looked to her computer screen, “Not sure you can call what we’re doing dating.”

Just then, Robby stopped by the hub, “Hey, how are we looking today?”

Gwen looked at her iPad while Dana handed him one of the coffees she had brought in, “ICU took two of our boarders during the night shift, we have one more waiting on an ICU bed and two waiting on psych.”

“Good,” Robby said, looking up at the board, “Any callouts?”

“Yeah, three.”

Robby whistled, “We doing anything about that?”

Gwen shook her head, “Nobody’s available to cover. There are less nurses on chairs today to accommodate.”

Robby nodded and then looked to Dana, “Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what are you doing here today?”

“Just here for emotional support captain, thought it might be a… challenging day.” Dana gave him a knowing look.

Robby’s eyes darted quickly from Gwen back to Dana before he gave her a sharp shake of his head, “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

Robby turned back to Gwen, “Rounds with me in five?”

Gwen nodded and then he was gone. She turned to Dana, “He seems fine to me.”

Dana laughed, “Oh, kiddo. Talk to me in five hours.”

***

Fifteen minutes later, Gwen and Robby walked in lock step around the ER while she got him up to speed. Again, he seemed fine to her, if a little more distant than usual, but the things Dana had said had stuck with her.

“Hey, um,” She stopped him with a hand on his forearm, “You’re okay, right?”

“Jesus,” He sighed, “Not you too.”

She dropped her hand, “Look, I don’t know what’s going on or who this Langdon is, but—“

“You’re right, you don’t know. So just stay out of it, okay?”

Gwen frowned at him and took a step back, “I’m going to need you to recalibrate your attitude.”

He began walking away from her as he caught the eye of Dr. Mohan who was flagging him down for a consult, “There wouldn’t be an attitude to recalibrate if you just stay in your lane. Please.”

Robby had never really been short with her in the entire time she knew him. For a second, she just stood there, staring after him. Finally, Gwen scoffed and turned to go back to the hub where a tall, lanky young doctor was talking to Dana.

“Dr. Langdon, this is Gwen Keating, our charge nurse.” Dana introduced.

Gwen gave a tight smile, “Nice to meet you, Dr. Langdon.”

Langdon frowned looking from Dana to Gwen, “You weren’t kidding,” He said slowly to Dana, “About leaving?”

“Serious as a heart attack, kid. But I’ll still be around helping for a while.”

“Man,” Langdon said, “Robby must be a wreck about it.”

“Nope,” Dana said, “Gwen here runs an even tighter ship than I do, right kid?”

Gwen was lost in thought, watching Robby work. They hadn’t spent much time talking about what it was they meant to each other, but Gwen had assumed he felt the way she did. That they could lean on each other, emotionally. The way she had leaned on him, confided in him about James. But now there was this doctor standing in front of her who very clearly was eliciting some sort of emotional response in Robby and he was responding by completely cutting her out.

“Hey, Keating.” Dana pulled her from her reverie, “You good? I don’t need you off your game too.”

Langdon had left the hub and Gwen watched as Robby’s eyes followed him, “Sorry, yeah, I’m fine, I just… You were right, about Robby. He’s off.”

Dana nodded slowly, looking over Gwen with concern, “Yeah, it’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

She sighed, “I know it’s stupid, I just thought… I thought he would’ve told me. If something was wrong.”

Dana smiled sadly, “Don’t take it personally, kid. He’s crazy about you.”

Gwen laughed, “Right. Yeah. I should go check on… some labs.” She said quickly, hoping she could drown out her thoughts with the work.

***

Gwen spent the next couple of hours attempting to be as far away from Robby as possible. Him being short with her earlier had her rethinking everything. Maybe she didn’t really know him at all. She really didn’t want to think about the fact that while she was pining over him, maybe it was all just about fucking for him. And then she felt stupid for caring. He had never implied it was anything else. Why did she expect more from him?

She walked from patient to patient, called the lab every hour, checked the board, answered all of the incoming EMT calls and directed where to put them.

“Hey, Gwen?” Samira walked up to her, “Do you know where Robby is?”

She shook her head, “Haven’t seen him.”

“Okay, I have to run to a different patient, but could you let him know the labs are back on South 7? Blood tests came back clean and negative EKG.”

“Yeah, of course.” Gwen said, and then Samira disappeared, “Fantastic.” She sighed.

Gwen made her way slowly through the ER, trying to find Robby while fielding calls and questions on the way. She finally found him in a room with Langdon, both of them had their hands on a patient who was struggling to breathe, if the alarms were any indication.

“Langdon, she’s been down for too long and we can’t see the vocal cords, it’s time to crike.”

“No, Robby, I can do it, I can—“

“Mateo, prep for a crike—“

“No, I’m close, Robby I swear—“

“Frank, hands off the patient—“

“Dr. Robby—“ Gwen started.

“What?!” Robby snapped.

The volume of his voice made her wince and Gwen pinched the bridge of her nose as she spoke, “Labs are back on South 7, everything came back clean, negative EKG. Dr. Mohan thought you should know.”

She heard Robby sigh heavily as she turned to go, “Fuck, Gwen, wait—“

“It’s fine,” She called back over her shoulder.

Very quickly, she made her way back to the hub, collapsing in a chair next to Dana.

“You okay, kid?”

She sighed heavily and swiped her badge on the computer to log in, “He is in rare form today.”

“And your sweet disposition has done nothing to soothe him?”

Gwen barked a laugh and popped a jolly rancher in her mouth, “Oh, Dana. If I was your last hope I am sorry to say that we are fucked.”

Dana patted the back of her hand reassuringly, “He’s had worse days. The day he kicked Langdon out was the same day as Pitt Fest. Now that version of Robby…” Dana whistled.

Gwen opened and closed her mouth, then looked at Dana, “Was Robby working during Pitt Fest?”

Dana watched her face, seemingly looking for any indication that Robby had told her something that he obviously hadn’t.

Gwen blinked and looked back at her computer screen, “It’s like I don’t even know him sometimes.”

“Be patient with him, kid. He’ll get there.”

Maybe that was true, that he’d finally trust her enough to tell her everything. That she wouldn’t be flouncing around this ER with everyone knowing she was sleeping with the attending regularly, but he didn’t think she was worth confiding in.

But more and more, and especially today, it felt like she was just a warm body to him and that was all she’d ever be.

***

“Mom and dad are fighting,” Santos said softly to Whitaker and Javadi as they looked at the board. Gwen had breezed past them just moments ago.

Whitaker frowned, “Robby and Gwen? About what?”

Santos shrugged, “Not sure, but they’re definitely off. I don’t think Robby’s looked for her since morning rounds. Normally he follows her around all day like a lost puppy.”

Just then Samira joined them, “Robby and Langdon are acting so weird.”

“Weird how?” Javadi asked.

“Like Robby is dying to deck him.”

“Oh my God,” Javadi said slowly, “Do you think Langdon was hitting on Gwen? I saw them talking earlier at the hub.”

Samira narrowed her eyes at Javadi, “I think it’s more likely Robby is still holding onto his anger with Langdon. They haven’t seen each other since… Since Pitt Fest.”

Santos smirked, “You have to admit though, it would be really funny to see Robby and Langdon fight over the same girl.”

Samira rolled her eyes, “You guys don’t know anything about adult relationships.”

“Why are half my doctors socializing around the board instead of treating patients?” Robby called, causing them to scatter immediately, “And where is Keating?”

“She’s outside, I sent her out for a little break.” Dana said, “What d’you need?”

Robby looked at her blankly, “Oh, uh, nothing. Nothing.”

Dana smiled at him knowingly, “She’s fine, if that’s what you’re asking.”

He nodded, “I wasn’t asking, but if I was, that would be helpful to know.”

“Right,” Dana said, “Frank’s looking for you in south twenty, he’s got a six year old, fever, lethargic, nothing on the labs yet. Dad’s getting impatient.”

Robby sighs and rubs at his face, “Yeah, okay.”

“How’s it going with him?”

He shrugged, clearly exasperated, “Fuck if I know.”

Instead of heading immediately to south twenty, he walked outside to the ambulance bay.

Gwen was leaning against the wall, a cigarette in her mouth.

“I didn’t know you smoked.” Robby said, leaning on the wall next to her.

“I don’t normally, but I really needed one today. Dana let me bum one.”

“Oh good, I’ve pushed you to self destructive behaviors and it’s only been a couple of months. That has to be a new personal record.”

Gwen rolled her eyes, “Don’t flatter yourself. This is hardly the first time an attending has taken out their frustrations on me.”

He sighed and looked down at his feet, “I’m sorry I was short with you this morning, I’m just… Langdon and I have a lot of… unresolved… stuff.”

Gwen nods, “So I’ve heard.”

She feels him looking at her, knowing he’s waiting for her to look at him, to accept his apology. But she wasn’t feeling that generous just yet.

She puts out her cigarette and starts to head back inside, but Robby grabs her arm as she passes.

“Hey,” He says softly, “I’m trying.”

Gwen sighs, “You had months to tell me about Langdon, about Pitt Fest, instead I had to find out when I came in this morning. Everyone assumed I already knew. It’s embarrassing—“

“I didn’t mean to keep it from you, I just wasn’t ready to talk about it—“

“And are you ready to talk about it now? Because I still don’t know what’s going on besides the fact that every time Langdon walks by you, you look like you’re thinking about jumping him.”

He stares at Gwen for a few moments and then looks down, “I don’t…” He says slowly, “You don’t understand what it was like that day—“

“You’re right. And how could I understand if you never tell me?”

He closes his eyes, “I can’t do this right now.”

Gwen scoffs, “Fine, don’t bother. I’m sure one of the residents can fill me in. Seems to be the only way I get information around here.”

“Come on, don’t be like that—“

“You know, Robby, you told me once that this,” She gestured at the space between them, “Wouldn’t work if I didn’t talk to you. Does it not go both ways?”

He nodded, “You’re right. Look, I will tell you everything after the shift—“ Gwen’s already scoffing and trying to walk away, but Robby gently takes her by the shoulders to keep her in front of him, “What I will tell you is that Langdon’s ability to… disperse medications has been revoked.”

Gwen stilled and looked up at him.

“Anything he orders, a nurse gets it for him and gives it to the patient. Unless it is absolutely life or death emergent. In which case, at the end of the shift, as charge nurse I would ask that you double check all of his orders today to make sure everything is where it should be.”

She blinked at him, “Are you telling me this as your colleague or as your… friend?”

“Both, I hope.” He curls a piece of her hair around her ear and then follows the line of her jaw until he holds her chin,”I know I can be… difficult at times, but I really do care about you. I hope you know that.”

Just then Dana came through the double doors, “Robby, patient’s wife in North 13 is looking for you. Gwen, they need you in chairs, people are getting testy.”

They both confirmed for Dana that they’d heard, but they don’t move just yet.

“We’re okay?” Robby asked softly, and for the first time, Gwen thought she heard a note of fear in his voice.

“Yeah, I just,” Gwen bit her lip, “If things get bad for you today, you’ll come find me, right?”

He nodded and brought both hands up to cradle her face before softly kissing her.

It wasn’t like them to show affection at work, so Gwen was caught off guard by the kiss, but only for a second before she leaned in.

“Well, this is very touching,” Dr. Langdon stood at the ambulance bay entrance, Dr. King just behind him, “But some of us are trying to save lives. Robby, we need you now.”

They broke apart, not acknowledging Langdon as they headed back into work. Gwen didn’t notice the way Robby stared after her even when she disappeared through the double doors to the waiting room.

***

The yelling immediately upon entering the waiting room was jarring. Gwen helped security separate two teenagers and their parents, who were each threatening to press charges against one another. Luckily, it was one of the teens turns to head to the back anyway.

“Nicely done,” Mateo whispered as he ushered the family to the back.

Gwen sighed and then gave the room a quick once over. She spotted an older man sleeping on the far side of the room. Frowning, she began walking over. That was a lot of commotion to have slept through.

“Sir?” She said as she got closer, but no response. “Are either of you with him?” She asked the patients on either side, but they both shook their heads.

“Sir,” She said again and rubbed her fist against his chest in the hopes of rousing him, but still, no response. She pressed her fingers to his carotid. No pulse. “Shit. I need a gurney! Now!”

In a moment, Perlah was next to her with a gurney and two other nurses to help. They moved him onto the gurney and Gwen immediately climbed on top to start chest compressions.

“Somebody get a doctor, tell them we’re coming. Perlah, go get a crash cart ready.”

“Where are we going?” A nurse asked as they made it into the back.

“Dana!” Gwen shouted.

“Trauma one is open.” The relief Gwen felt at the sound of Dana’s voice was insurmountable.

“Can you get Robby?” Gwen asked, out of breath as she continued CPR.

“I’ll see if I can find him.” Dana said and then she was gone.

In moments, the man was hooked up to a cardiac monitor and Dr. Langdon flew in, “What do we got?”

“Guy from chairs, found him unresponsive. Unknown downtime, no pulse.” Gwen said.

“Hold compressions.”

Gwen pulled her hands up and winced as the monitor gave one long, monotone beep.

“Asystole.” Langdon said, “Resume compressions. Push epi.”

“Let me take over?” Perlah asked softly as Gwen resumed CPR.

“I’m okay.” She said, “Not yet.” In her head she was beating herself up for the fact that she had been responsible for assigning nurses to chairs. But as she assigned them this morning, there had been three call outs. She had made the decision to short chairs, rather than a bed.

And now this man was probably dead.

“Why the hell didn’t anyone catch this sooner?” Langdon said.

“We’re shortstaffed today—“ Perlah began.

“It’s my fault.” Gwen interrupted, “We had three call outs, no one on call. I thought we could manage with less nurses on chairs.”

“This is not your fault.” Perlah hissed.

“And did you run that decision by Robby first?”

This whole situation was ridiculous, bordering on comedic. Was she really being admonished by a resident right now? A resident who had been accused of stealing drugs from the hospital no less.

“I keep Robby informed of all my decisions.” Gwen said, breathless and sweating now from the CPR, “But he doesn’t get final say, I’m not a student. I manage the ER to the best of my ability with the resources given to me.”

“Well you’re doing a pretty shitty job of that, if this man’s any proof.”

“Dr. Langdon.” Perlah hissed.

“Hold compressions.” Still asystole. “Resume compressions. Push another round of epi.”

“It’s fine, Perlah.” Gwen said as she resumed CPR.

“It is not fine.” She said, “Langdon, would you talk to Dana like that?”

“She’s not Dana. And Dana wouldn’t have made this call.”

“Yes she would have and in fact she has made that same call many times. Things changed while you were gone, asshole. Get over it.”

“All that seems to have changed to me is that Robby’s sleeping with the charge.”

The air in the room crackled with tension as Langdon’s words settled around them. Gwen continued compressions.

“Hey man,” Donnie said finally, “Not fucking cool.”

“What?” Langdon said, “We’re all thinking it!”

The room erupted in chaos and shouting from the nurses and Langdon as Gwen continued compressions.

“Hey!” She tried to shout over the din, to no avail, “All of you, shut the fuck up!”

Finally, she was met with silence, “We have a patient coding here or did everyone fucking forget? Dr. Langdon, if you have a problem with my decisions we can talk about it with Robby when a patient isn’t fucking coding. The rest of you,” She looked to the nurses, “should know better than to rise to the fucking bait. Let him antagonize me all he wants, the patient comes first. And he’s still fucking coding.”

“Hold compressions.” Gwen sighed at the sound of Robby’s voice and lifted her arms from the patient. Still asystole. “Perlah, take over for Gwen. How many rounds of epi has he had?”

Gwen climbed off the patient, out of breath and muscles shaking.

“Two.” She heard Langdon say.

“Push one more. If there’s still no response, then call it.” He reached out for Gwen as she passed, “Gwen—“

“Uh-uh,” Gwen said, walking away from him, “Not now, later.” And she headed for the staff lounge.

***

Robby watched Gwen walk away, barely tempered rage brimming in his chest. He had heard what Langdon had said about sleeping with her and had been ready to physically haul out Langdon by his collar before Gwen got things under control. He was unfathomably proud of how she had handled it, but he suspected she was hurt despite what she had said.

“Dr. Langdon, a moment?” He said once Gwen had disappeared.

“Could you possibly walk me through why you’ve decided to piss off the nurses today?” Robby asked when Langdon was close enough. He was trying really hard to keep his rage in check around Langdon, but he worried this conversation might be the one to push him over the edge.

“The reason that man coded in chairs was because Gwen didn’t properly staff the waiting room. The most important job of the charge is to make sure all areas of the ER are properly staffed.”

Robby nodded, “And so you thought the appropriate response to that was sexually harassing her in front of her staff?”

Langdon gave a short laugh, “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

Robby closed his eyes, exhaling slowly, “Langdon, this is not the road you want to go down.”

“Why, because she’s your girlfriend?”

Robby glared at him before placing both hands on his shoulders and pushing him none too gently towards a private room.

As the door slammed shut, Langdon started speaking, “Robby, I—“

“No. You shut the fuck up, now.” Robby said firmly, “Regardless of any personal relationships, she is the charge nurse and you will show her the proper respect or so help me God, Frank, I will go to HR and recommend your expulsion from the residency program. They will not have any reservations considering I had to beg on your behalf to give you a second chance.”

Langdon paled considerably as Robby’s words sank in.

“Have I made myself clear?” Robby said quietly.

Langdon shook his head, “I—“ He sighed, “Yeah, you’re right, I don’t… I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Do you want to be here?”

Langdon looked up at him, “Yes, of course.”

“Then act like it.” Robby said, “And I expect you to apologize sincerely to Gwen and the rest of the nurses by the end of the shift. Understood?”

Langdon nodded, “Yes.”

***

When Robby walked into the break room, Gwen was sat on the floor, her iPad and stylus in hand, and an open Red Bull and potato chip bag at her side.

“North 7 and 15 have gone up to ICU, South 11, Central 3, 9, and 12 are being discharged or moved to the hallway.” She said without looking up, “North 5 responded to Narcan, he just needs to be monitored for a few hours before we can discharge.”

Robby lowered himself next to her, joints protesting as he did so. She wordlessly handed him her Red Bull as he did.

He took a sip and then grimaced, handing it back to her, “Never liked that shit. Tastes like artificially sweetened battery acid.”

She huffed a laugh, but still didn’t look up from the iPad.

“You handled that situation with Langdon really well,” He said softly, “I’ve spoken to him about it, shouldn’t happen again.”

“Okay.”

Robby stared at her, waiting for more, but she wouldn’t give it, “Do you… Want to talk about it?”

She sighed and finally looked up at him, “Do I want to talk about it? Let’s see… A patient coded on my watch because of my fuck up and a resident thought it would be fun to humiliate me for it while the guy was on the table because he doesn’t like that his daddy got a new mommy. Do we have time to unpack all of that, you think?”

Robby sighed, “A simple no would have sufficed.”

Gwen laughed, “Wouldn’t have been as fun, though.” Finally, she looked up at him, “I’m okay, really, mostly just upset at myself for not putting enough nurses on chairs.”

Robby shook his head, “You did the best you could with the resources given. Gloria needs to hire more nurses.”

It soothed her to hear him say her own words back to her, “I know that,” She shrugged, “Doesn’t make it easier to carry though, does it?”

“No.” He said quietly.

“Are you okay?”

He sighed, and then chuckled, “You’ve had a much harder day than I have.”

Gwen placed a hand on his thigh, squeezing gently, “It’s not a competition, Michael.”

His eyes traveled from the hand on his thigh to her eyes, “You are not allowed to call me Michael in the workplace.”

She smirked playfully, “Oh? And why is that?” She asked innocently.

He took her hand off his thigh and placed it on her own, squeezing and then leaning into her so that his hand slid to her inner thigh, “Because it reminds me of how you moan my name when you cum.”

He stood then and Gwen giggled and looked back to her iPad, “Thank you.” He said as he headed to the door.

“For what?”

“Distracting me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, but she was still smirking as he let the door fall shut behind him.

***

Gwen rubbed at the back of her neck as she reviewed some charts. Pain radiated from her shoulders, to her neck, to her head. She was prone to tension headaches, especially when under stress. And this had been a bad shift. Luckily, there was just over an hour left.

Just then, Perlah stopped at the hub and placed a white paper cup with two pills in it in front of her along with a blue gatorade.

“Langdon seems torn up about what he said earlier, but I say we let him sit in it for a while.”

“He apologized to you?” Gwen asked. Perlah nodded, “Good. What’s this?” She gestured to the pills in the paper cup.

“Ibuprofen.”

Gwen frowned, “How did you know I needed ibuprofen?”

“Oh, Robby asked me to get it for you. He said you should eat something, too. There’s pizza in the lounge, I can grab you a slice?”

Gwen looked around central until she spotted Robby, who was watching her out of the corner of his eye while Whitaker was talking to him. She smiled and tossed back the ibuprofen and took a sip of gatorade.

The corner of his lips tugged up into a smile and he gave her a subtle thumbs up.

“That’s alright, Perlah, I can get it myself. Thank you.”

Gwen takes the gatorade and her iPad with her to the lounge, hoping to finish scheduling for the next week before leaving.

When she pushes the door open, Langdon’s there, a piece of pizza halfway in his mouth. Weirdly, she feels as if she is intruding and immediately begins to back out.

“No, no, stay. Please.” Langdon says, “I was actually hoping to talk to you if you have a minute?”

Gwen eyes him warily, wanting to be as far away from him as humanly possible. Feeling disgusted with herself as she recalls what he said about her and Robby and then anger for feeling disgusted. Despite it, she takes a step in and lets the door close behind her.

“Look, we don’t have to do this—“

“Yes we do.”

Gwen smirked, “Why, because Robby said so?”

“No,” He said, shaking his head, “Because…” He sighed deeply, “The last time I was here, Dana was running everything and she was the only thing keeping everything together. Keeping Robby together. And then I come back and… you’re running the show and Robby actually seems like maybe he’s been sleeping through the night. I don’t really know why I lashed out at you, I guess it felt like, like my absence wasn’t noted or missed. I… I don’t know what I expected.”

Gwen watched him as he tried to work through it in his own head, and for the first time, she saw Robby in him. The overwhelming need to be needed and if he’s not needed, then what was the point of any of it? And seeing that piece of Robby in him, she felt herself softening to him.

“I was awful to you when that patient was coding and I’m so sorry. It wasn’t your fault. And… the comment about you and Robby was out of line and I promise it will not happen again.”

Gwen let the silence fall between them for a moment. “I appreciate that,” She said slowly, “And I get the feeling that maybe nobody has told you this yet, so I’m going to say it, though I realize it won’t mean as much coming from me: You’re needed here and you’re a great doctor.”

He huffed a laugh, “You’ve only known me for one shift, how would you know that?”

“Because Robby taught you.” She said softly, “He cares about you, you know? I haven’t known him very long and I don’t fully understand what went down between the two of you, but I’ve seen other attendings with their residents. If he didn’t care you wouldn’t still be here. I know he’s a bit prickly right now, but it’s because he cares. So don’t fuck it up, okay?”

Langdon gave her a small smile and nodded, “Thank you.”

Just then, the staff lounge door opened and Robby walked in, “Oh, shit, sorry. Am I interrupting something?”

Langdon stood, “No, I was just leaving.”

With Langdon gone, Robbie grabbed a slice of pizza and sat next to Gwen.

“How did you know I needed ibuprofen?” Gwen asked mildly as she pulled up the nursing schedule on her iPad.

“You have a tell,” He said between bites, “When you get a headache.”

She raised her eyebrows, “Oh?”

“You rub at your neck. Besides which, I’d been watching you wince and close your eyes in pain every couple minutes for the half hour before.”

She frowned, “I didn’t realize I was being watched.”

He tilted his head just slightly, “I’m always looking for you.” He said quietly.

Gwen felt the blood rush to her face and looked back at her iPad.

“Did you eat something?”

“Not yet—Hey!” The words were barely out of her mouth before Robbie snatched the iPad out of her hands and replaced it with a slice of pizza.

She glared at him while she took a bite and he watched, looking very pleased with himself.

“What were you and Langdon talking about?”

Gwen laughed, “I was wondering how long it would take for you to ask, though I don’t know why you’re pretending you don’t know.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I was just curious.”

“Hm,” She hummed, “So you didn’t mandate that he apologize to me and all the nurses who worked that code earlier?”

He was quiet for a moment, “So he apologized then? That’s good.”

Gwen rolled her eyes, but she was smiling, “Go a little easier on him, okay?”

His eyes widened, “I go any easier on the kid I’ll lose my medical license.”

“I just mean… I think he’s beating himself up enough and he already feels insecure about the… change in organization. Makes him feel unnecessary and unwanted. He doesn’t need to feel that from you too.”

“You got all that from an apology, did you?” He huffed a laugh, “He was awful to you today and now you’re best friends?”

“No,” Gwen said softly, “He just… Reminded me of you a little bit when we were talking. And I am very forgiving.”

He smiled slightly, “What I’m hearing is that you like me quite a lot, then.”

She smirked and pushed her shoulder against his playfully, “Is that news to you?”

“Yes,” He says slowly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck self consciously.

Frowning, Gwen turns to face him fully, “Robby… You can’t be serious?”

He shrugged his shoulders dejectedly and looked down at his hands, “I don’t know, I… I know you do, I just find myself wondering every day… how long until I screw it up?”

Gwen opened her mouth as if to say something, but then the door opened.

“Sorry kids,” It was Dana, glasses perched on nose and iPad in hand, “We got a STEMI coming in five.”

Robby nodded and then turned to Gwen, “We’ll talk later?”

She nodded, and before he could stand, pressed a kiss to his cheek, her hand coming up to gently cradle the other side of his face. She scratched his beard lightly as she pulled away and he turned his face towards her, looking at her tenderly. It threatened to undo her.

“You’re okay?” She asked quietly.

“I’m good,” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, “See you out there.”

***

The end of shift had Gwen feeling like it had been a week minimum since the last time she left the hospital. When she stepped outside, the air was crisp and the moon was a faint, blurry sliver against the hazy clouds.

As she waited, eyes closed and face lifted for the breeze, a pair of warm arms twined around her waist. Seconds later, she was hit with the smell of fabric softener and antibacterial soap: Robby.

He pressed his lips to the spot between her neck and shoulder and she felt her body relax into him. Wordlessly, she spun in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest. He rested his head on her shoulder and they stood like that, intertwined, for a while.

“Thank you,” He murmured finally.

“For what?”

“For today. For being so understanding about the situation with Langdon. For…” He sighed, “Fuck, I don’t know. Liking me still.”

She pulled away just a bit to look at his face, “I don’t know what you’re so worried about, you’re still so charming even when you’re mean.” She teased.

He gave her a rueful smile, “You deserve better than that.”

She looked at him seriously, taking in his freckles and wrinkles, the curve of his nose. She didn’t know yet if she loved him, but she was sure that she could if he gave her the chance.

“Can I ask you something?” She said softly.

“Of course,” They began walking away from the hospital and he intertwined their fingers.

The way he had been so physically affectionate today was making her feel brave. Like maybe he thought this could be the real deal, too.

“Do you… See us having a future together?”

He quietly seemed to contemplate, staring straight ahead as they walked down the sidewalk towards her apartment. They hadn’t said it out loud, but Gwen thought this meant he intended to stay the night at her place, something that had become almost a tradition for them on Thursdays. They were both off tomorrow.

“I want a future with you,” He said, “More badly than I can remember wanting anything in a long, long time.”

He paused, but she could feel that he had more to say, so she waited patiently.

“I worry that I’m not capable of it, that I’ve always been a bad partner no matter how hard I try. And I don’t want to put you through that.”

“I want to try.” She said immediately, walking backwards in front of him so she could see his face, “I want you and I believe in this. In us.”

They had reached her apartment building and he smiled at her tenderly, “Okay, Keating,” He said, his voice rough and thick, he crooked two fingers under her chin and tipped up slightly so she was look at him, “But remember, you asked for this.”

Robby kissed her then, long and slow, his tongue lazily exploring her mouth. Her toes curled inside her sneakers as they kissed and when Robby pulled back, her face followed his, and he smirked smugly. Gently, he smoothed her hair down, cradling her head in his hands, “Do you want to hear about Pitt Fest?”

Gwen nodded, “If you’re ready.”

He bent their foreheads together, “I’m ready.” He said slowly, “But, uh, I know… Normally we go our separate ways on our days off. I was wondering if… If you don’t have anything going on if I could… stay tomorrow?”

Gwen smiled and leaned in to kiss him again, which he obliged, “I would love that.” She said softly into his mouth.

Smiling back at her, Robby led her by the hand inside and into her apartment.

PART FOUR

[esamastation]

fanciestgeckofella: desmond transmigrates into liu qingge

(This is not that, sorry, but I do have a snippet where Desmond transmigrated into Yue Qingyuan which I don't think I ever posted, so, have that one instead.)

-

First thing to go through Desmond's mind is something along the lines of, Oh fuck, here we go again. Next is complete and absolute bafflement. Because he's pretty sure he's supposed to be dead right now.

That alone is very confusing. Then there is… this thing.

[Welcome to the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way! This System is designed to guide you as you go about your existence in this world. Operating under the guiding principle, You Can You Up, No Can No BB, this System hopes to provide you with an pleasant user experience!]

Desmond blinks at the floating screen in front of him. It… doesn't exactly look like any kind of Animus screen he's ever seen - it actually kind of looks like it's from computer from pre-2000s or something, with blocky grey boarder like something he's seen in old TV shows. No Animus programmer would be caught dead using aesthetic like that. Right?

… Well, actually. He could totally see some retro-loving techie liking it. Not Rebecca, though, she's a futurist through and through, but if she'd been into the old style Window XP or something, it probably wouldn't have taken much effort for her to install some sort of theme - aaand that's completely beside the point.

It's an Animus. He's in the Animus again… somehow. Hm.

"Um," Desmond says out loud, and clears his throat. His voice is weird, different from how it should be. Not that unusual, in the Animus, that, but it feels… more than just having an ancestor transposed over himself. Man, they must've upgraded the Animus a lot while he was, uh… "I'm… aren't I supposed to be… dead?" he asks slowly and feels a bit silly doing it, because he's clearly still around, and yet…

[You have indeed died! Your consciousness has been transferred, and your role has been bound: Yue Qingyuan, the Sect Leader of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect.]

… Okay, that's a bit different, but he can almost understand it. Consciousness transfer, role bound, that's probably new term for running around in your ancestor's skin. Yue Qingyuan, that's his ancestor this time around then. Cool. Sounds Chinese, which is interesting, Desmond didn't know they had any family there, but hey, Rebecca did say he had ridiculously low pedigree collapse, so that would mean his ancestry spread pretty far, right?

Ezio did have a Chinese student, Shao Jun, so, some pre-existing connections there. Maybe few generations down the line, they became bit closer. Rubbing a hand over his face and finding some of those familiar markers he shared with Altaïr, Ezio and Ratonhnhake:ton - full lips, aquiline nose, high cheekbones… Desmond nods to himself. Yeah, yeah, seems about right.

And yet there's still something just a bit… off.

"Okay," he says, drawing a breath. "I'm still kind of stuck up on the being dead part. Did you reboot my DNA or something? How am I here being, like, a living - or at least a thinking - person?"

The System window seems to consider this for a moment before answering.

[Your consciousness was captured from your dead body and transferred into your new role.]

Oh.

Desmond squints. "Captured how?"

[Your consciousness was captured from your dead body and transferred into your new role.]

… helpful.

So it was the Grand Temple - the Grand Temple did something? He'd been digitised like Clay and Juno, maybe? Okay, yeah, cool, that makes sense. Not sure how well he likes it yet, but hey, he's around, he's thinking, maybe sorta-kinda living and breathing - it's a step above from not… doing those things. Yeah. He can do this. "Nice. And who's Yue Qi-qin - how do you say that name, again? Who is he?"

[Yue Qingyuan is the Sect Leader of Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, also known as the Xuan Su sword.]

Desmond hums in understanding, eying the window, waiting for more. Nothing more comes, so he says slowly. "… Okay. And what am I supposed to do with him? I mean. What are we after here? Another piece of Eden, or… what?" he asks, folding his - folding Yue Qingyuan's - arms. "What is the mission status?"

[…]

That's all he gets. Literal ellipses, before the System window slowly flattens and disappear, leaving him blinking at empty air.

"… O-kay…?" Desmond mutters, making a face. "That was weird."

He'd never been left hanging in the Animus before. Not cool. The whole initialisation here process was a bit weird, really. Almost feels like they'd left him with an automated answering machine version of the Animus UI, or something. Was he even talking to an actual person there? What the heck. Why resurrect his consciousness at all, if they're not going to tell him what he's supposed to do here? Even Vidic didn't leave him completely in the dark…

Who resurrected him anyway? The Assassins or the Templars?

Uncertain, Desmond glances around for some sort of guidance or clue. The place is nice, and the graphic quality has gone through some incredible upgrades, like, damn. You'd almost mistake it for reality. But there is something seriously off about this. Not just the weird answering machine Animus, but… everything, really.

It doesn't feel like any Animus he's ever been in either. Usually when he starts out, it's as a passive viewer in his ancestor's memory - it takes a bit before he gets control and even then it's sorta not… not full control. Desmond is more used to being the passenger to his ancestor's actual driver. There's never not a moment where he doesn't feel like a second wheel on a unicycle.

Here, it's just him at the steering wheel, just him on the pedals. There's no other mind, no framework of another life - no shell of a person that once was. It's just him, in another body. Weird.

The terminology used was weird too - nothing like the lingo Rebecca or Shaun would've used. You can you up? No can no BB? What does that even mean?

Desmond rubs at his chin for a moment - baby smooth, not even a stubble - and then shrugs his shoulders and goes to get up. Might as well take a look around and try and figure out the limitations of this version of Animus. And it's not like he knew anything about Altaïr or the others either, not before getting the synchronisation up and running, so… better get started with that.

It's still a bit weird though. Usually he gets thrown into a cut scene first to get started with. Waking up in someone's - frankly rather fancy - bedroom is new. Ezio not counting.

Oh well.

-

And then he walks out under dressed and scandalises all the disciples on Qiong Ding Peak.

Alas that is as far as it got really, but the idea of Desmond as Yue Qingyuan is still weirdly dear to me.

[justaaveragereader]

Slashtober 🔪|| Invisible Man Hongjoong

Pairing: Hongjoong x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Choking, MeanDom!Hongjoong, Pussy Slapping, Man Handling, Degradation, Spanking, Unprotected Sex, Name Calling (Whore, Slut..), Stomach Bulge, Rough Sex, Mirror Sex, Consensual Sex, If I Missed Anything.. Let Me Know…👀!

A/N: They are all slashers so all of them are going to be boarder lining mean doms Or just mean doms🤪😁.

Slashtober Masterlist

NSFW UNDER CUT🔞 MDNI!!!

The first new neighbor was Kim Hongjoong, devilish eyes, sharp nose, and pristine clean man. With a huge moving truck across the street you couldn’t help but get curious as to who was moving in. You quickly made way to introduce yourself, wanting to befriend the hot, and hopefully single male. He was out on his lawn instructing the movers where to place his boxes in his home. With arms full of water bottles you stood by the curb.

“Hello! I hope I’m not disturbing you, but I saw you were new to the neighborhood. I just wanted to stop over and introduce myself, and also offer some water as I see you all are working ha-..”

He turned around to look at you and you trailed off into your sentence, mind completely blanking by his visuals. He was even hotter up close.

“Why hello!” His voice was higher than you expected yet it was still so attractive like the rest of him. From that day forward. Anytime you saw him outside you went out of your way to greet Hongjoong, you learned he had no wife, no kids, he owned the home he was living in. You never saw anyone leave in or out, so you assumed he had no girlfriend either. He did leave at odd times of the night, sometimes not returning til late a.m. you had assumed his job as an artist made him have odd hours.

As more neighbors started to pile into the neighborhood the weirder things got, you noticed no matter how many times you closed your bedroom window, it was always left open a crack. Strange white residue would be left on your mirror. Certain clothing items would be missing. Yet you never felt the need to investigate what went on. Blaming it on your lack of caffeine, along with your lack of sleep. One night you had awoken to the buttons to your night shirt popping open slowly, your eyes literally watching them undo themselves. Too stunned to move you watch the last button pop. The creaking of your mattress falls upon your deaf ears, stunned by the sight in front of you. Nothing. Absolutely nothing is there, nothing you can see, nothing you can make out. Nothing. Your heavy breathing is the only sound heard, besides the late night crickets making noise out your cracked window. The cool autumn breeze blows through, causing you to shiver.

The indentation on your bed should’ve clicked in your head but when you looked forward at the mirror all you saw was yourself panting and out of breath. Deciding it was best you lay back down, forcing yourself to go to sleep. If this was a dream you were definitely not going to entertain it any longer.

As morning came your window was still yet cracked, the room now cold with the autumn air, and your bed messily tossed around. Looking out of your window, you see him once again. Raking the leaves on his lawn, Kim Hongjoong. While you stand and gawk at him it never registers in your mind that your night shirt is completely unbuttoned, your bra just completely out for everyone to see. It’s almost like he senses you looking at him. Turning from the leaves he looks up at you, shooting you a toothy grin, waving his one nail manicured hand at you. You smile back, clearly dumbstruck at his warm smile. The breeze of air flows in, blowing your shirt back, the nipply feeling in your skin causes you to look down, embarrassment creeping up at your neck, when you look up, Hongjoong isn’t there. The pile of leaves are scattered, no signs of every being raked. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you step away from the window. Proceeding to get ready, as you walk to your bathroom you notice that weird white residue on the lower half of the mirror, letting out a huff you start your normal routine of getting items to clean the mirror, while struggling to find an outfit for the day.

~

It was always at night time when things got weird for you. The window always cracked open at night, your pajamas would randomly be off. You were convinced you truly were going insane. That was till everything snowballed one night. Those light touches turned into firm grasps, your airways would at times become cut off like something was blocking them. Your cunt would ache like it had just got rammed the night prior. Yet you always woke up with a chipper attitude, a small limp in your walk but a bright, relieved smile nonetheless. Tonight was no different, you heard the window crack, not even bothering to turn over, you remained still. Trying to level your breathing out as you feel the cool air invade your warm space. The small creaks of your floorboards can be heard. Suddenly a cold object touches your ankle, causing your body to flinch. Your leg shoots close to your chest, eyes open wide trying to make out whatever was in the dark. You saw absolutely nothing, were you truly losing your mind? Had you gone off the deep end?

“What are you..?” You whisper out quietly, you hear the bed creak as if something sat on it, yet you are on high alert with fear it doesn’t register in your mind. You feel an object touch your shoulder pushing you down harshly. Your body submits easily, you’ve done this same song and dance numerous times. Yet this was always the thrilling part, the part where you would try to piece together what or who was doing this. A high pitched laugh can be heard through the room, causing your body to attempt to sit up just to be pushed back down.

“I’m the best thing that’s happened to you slut.” A voice suddenly speaks out, you feel your legs shift open the bed dipping with each movement. A cool sensation runs up and down your warm fleshy thighs. You let out a small whimper, so easily submitting yourself to whatever it was that was making you walk like your legs were two over cooked noodles in the morning.

“You like this don’t you? Needy whore.” Hongjoong pushes his thumb down on your clit through your pajama pants, he’s been doing this so long with you he knows your body, and what it likes. He knows it so well, he can be deprived of all senses and he’d still know how to work your body. You let out a small moan, cocking your legs open more. Morals tossed aside for something you continuously thought was a dream. His thumb rubbing small circles amongst your clit, drawing our small noises from you. You were always so pretty when you made those sweet noises for him. Drawing his hand away from your cunt, he gets more comfortable between your legs. The lack of feeling him for a split second has you whining instantly. Bringing his hand down to your clothed pussy he gives it a slap. Causing your body to jerk up from the sudden action. If only you could see how his eyes darkened when he saw how well you responded to that action, waking up an inner demon in him.

“You want me to keep going? You’ll spread your legs for anything that crawls into this room huh.” He cackles out, mind now fueled with one thing, and one thing only. He was going to completely ruin your pretty ass, and he was going to make sure if you even had the ability to get up and walk the next day, you’d be walking with a limp. The noises that continue to leave your throat as he man handles you, pulling you to sit up so he can swiftly unbutton your shirt. He’s tossing you around like you are nothing more than a flesh light that he is lubing up getting ready to use.

Pulling you to the floor, your night shirt rides up your back, as your shirt is completely unbuttoned your bra is on display once again for whatever is pulling you down. Dragging you in front of the mirror, panting with nerves due to not being able to see what was dragging you around effortlessly. Crushing your thighs together you are wound up from all the touching on the bed. Whatever is in the room with you. You feel its warm breath on your ear, causing your nails to dig into your thigh. Gripping your face he causes you to look into the mirror, you already look fucked out. Your face is slick with what you think is saliva, shirt hanging off of your shoulders faint bruising littered across your chest. You suddenly feel cool hands on your lower half, watching with full attention in the mirror you see your pajama shorts get pulled down slowly. Revealing your embarrassingly wet panties that are clinging to your folds. A warm breath hits your ear.

“Look at you, disgusting slut. You get this wet for just anybody?” A high pitched voice with a rough undertone speaks out into your ear. Your legs are spread open more. A hand grips your scalp tightly, cocking your head back. You look up at nothing, a high pitched chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine makes your blood curdle, but your lower stomach flips.

“I should fuck you with in a inch of your life you pathetic whore. Look at you, so fucked out for me and I haven’t even stuck my cock in you.” Letting go of your scalp, he pushes you on your stomach, snatching your night shirt off you, unhooking your bra so your breast fall free. A humming noise is heard behind you, Hongjoong grips his hard cock through his suit, not that you could see any of his movements. Pushing a thumb on your clothed clit hearing the soft squelching noise of your panties being squashed between your moist lower lips. You let out a small moan, not wanting to give whatever it was the satisfaction of hearing your moans. You feel a heavy weight slap your ass, knowing you will have a welt on your cheek in the morning. Letting out a choked out moan your body shivers from the impact.

“Look in the mirror, whore. Look at yourself, pussy dripping for something you can’t even see. Are you always this easy?” He hisses out, gripping the back of your neck, bringing his lips down to your ear, the sweet scented breath engulfing your senses.

“Answer me!” He growls out into your ear, your eyes rolling back at the glimpse you catch in the mirror, your body angled in such a way yet it was just you in the mirror. You choke out a sob through your moan. His hand coming down to slap your ass, jiggling your ass cheek in his hand. Mounerving your body so when you are face first to the mirror. Hiking your hips up so your back arches, pulling you panties down behind your knees. The cool autumn air hits your hot core. Causing you to let out a small gasp. His hand wraps around your throat making you collide with his broad chest. Back curved, breast on display, panties pulled down to behind your knees.

“Pitiful slut, how many others have you had in this wet cunt of yours?” Letting his thumb roll around on your clit, you bite your lip trying your best to remain conscious as to what is going on around you. His hand swiftly comes down giving your pussy a slap. Causing your body to jerk forward, you would've fallen forward if it wasn’t for Hongjoongs tight hold on your throat. Gripping his hand tighter blocking your oxygen off, the way he’s flicking his fingers on your clit though, you could care less how your body is being deprived of oxygen. Your hands fly to try to grab the invisible figure as your vision starts getting blurry, yet the way an orgasm is coursing through your veins you should care more but the feeling of fear is what pushes you over the edge. Letting out a choked out cry, your toes curl. Taking in a big breath of air, while Hongjoong still rubs slow circles over your pulsing clit. You flounder around on the floor trying to run from the invisible hand that you cannot see. His strong hand grips your hips keeping you in place.

“There are plenty of pathetic whores I could waste my time on, yet I’m here with you. Be a good girl and give me another one.” He grits into your ear, causing you to let out a whimper, gripping the small patch of carpet in front of your mirror, you glimpse up, seeing your back perfectly arched, you can see an indentation of a hand print of your ass cheek. Causing your mouth to moisten, you were drooling. Were you truly a sight to see. Letting out a choked on sob. You start pleading.

“Please please please..” you cry out, brain completely dried of any thoughts. He wanted you to cum again, yet you were begging for it. His hand comes down to slap your cunt. Your body lurching forward. His hand wrapping around your throat again, pulling you back to his chest, his firm grip on your throat was destined to leave a mark. His grip tightening with each breath you take.

“Be a good slut and spread your lips open.” He grits into your ear, tightening his hand slightly. Brain on autopilot you spread your mouth open slightly. His hand cracking down on your ass cheek, making you jolt in his firm grasp.

“You going dumb already on me slut? Spread those pussy lips for me, otherwise I will make sure your pathetic ass doesn’t cum again.” Tone the lowest it’s been since he’s been in the room. Bringing your hand down to your sopping cunt you spread your lips open. Your fingers glistening with your slick. His hand tightens even more causing you to let out a choked on whimper.

“Look at yourself…” the hand that is wrapped around your throat jerks your head up, your body is flush with sweat, your fingers holding open your slick lips, eyes glazed over. You looked like eight days of blissful rain. His hand comes down to smack your spread open cunt. Causing your body to arch further into his grasp. Your fingers lip away from holding your lips open. His hand jerks your neck back, so you are flush against his body.

“Hold them lips open baby, if you don’t it’ll only get worse from here.” He whispers into your ear. Nibbling on your earlobe. Nodding in his tight grasp you move to open your lips back up, slick fingers making a quiet squelching noise. His hand comes back down to slap your cunt.

“Start counting slut. If you count like a good girl I will make it worth your while baby girl.” He grunts, digging his hard cock into your naked ass cheek. Bringing his hand down, slapping your cunt once more.

“O-one..” you stutter out.

“Wrong!” Bringing his hand down faster, smacking your cunt a little harder than last time.

“How many times did I smack your wet little cunt before this?” He says tilting your face up with his index finger that is tightly laced around your throat giving it a small squeeze. Shutting your eyes, your body shivers with neediness.

“Twice! Twice!” You choke out, tears streaming down your face.

“Please…plea-se.” You hiccup out.

“Please fuck me.” Your fingers still spreading your glistening cunt open, juices running down your inner thighs. Letting out a growl at your begging he lets go of your throat, shoving your head into the carpet, placing a hand onto your back, arching you even further. You feel a weight on your back, his body covers your own.

“Only because you beg so pretty.” He unzips a small section of his suit, letting his cock spring free, the way you are bent in the mirror you aren’t able to see the flesh of his cock. You still see nothing. Tapping his cock against your slick folds, he rubs his head over your puffy, red clit. Letting out a mockingly coo at you. Sliding his heavy cock in between your folds slickening himself up before sliding in, causing you to let out a loud moan. Your hands instantly gripping the plush carpet beneath you. Grabbing one of your hips, while keeping a hand on your lower back so you are perfectly arched. He lets out a hissing noise.

“Fuuuckkkk…” Hongjoong groans out, trying his best not to blow his load already. Your tight walls were strangling his cock. How was he supposed to last long? Gripping your neck he pulls you flush against him. He had to make this fast.

“Look at yourself baby, go ahead and look at yourself.” He grits into your ear, driving his hips up, you instantly let out a mewl. Picking your head up you look at yourself, stomach slightly bulged at the bottom, thick print of a cock in your stomach. Juices everywhere, drool on the side of your face, yeah, you definitely had a great night.

He slides out slightly before, placing a hand on your waist, bouncing your overly stimulated body on his cock. Your cunt grips him even tighter. His breathing getting heavier, your pussy felt like heaven. If he had to keep you locked up for his keepings best believe he would. Your loud screams can be easily heard from outside, Hongjoong did leave the window cracked open for them all to hear.

Slowing his hips down, as he pulls his cock slightly out, he pulls your body up, and slams you back down slowly. Making sure you feel every bulging vein drag through your warm wet walls. You can feel him pulsing in your cunt. You should be ashamed that you are getting off on God knows what but they way they are fucking you, you could care less. You are drooling over your breasts, you look in the mirror, seeing yourself being held up.

Shoving you to the floor, making sure when you lay face down all you get is a eye sight of your body being fucked. Sliding back in he lets out a groan. Slamming his hips back into you. Gripping the top of your ass cheeks to stabilize himself, so he can fuck you harder. He’s fucking you so good and so hard you can’t even feel the rug burn that’s beginning to set in on your knees. Your ass bounces off his suit, coating it in a shiny slick, the wet smacking noise is consistent with his thrusts.

“Fuck me! Oh my god…fuck me!” You shout your orgasm starting to creep up faster than you would like. Hunching his body over yours, he grabs a handful of your boob, his body weight on your neck feels delicious. His warm breath in your ear.

“I’m fucking you good aren’t I slut?” He grits out, cock still ramming into your squelching hole. You cry out, to what ever was fucking, warning them that you were close. Both hands come up to wrap around your throat, applying light pressure, causing your back to arch off the ground slightly, you can see your ass ricochet off of what is behind you. He’s holding you like he’s going to choke the life force out of you. Like you are nothing but dumb delicious putty in his hands. You can hear grunting filling the room over the wet skin smacking.

“You looking at yourself get fucked stupid slut?” He grits out, speeding up his hips resulting in your body to jolt forward with each thrust. Tears pour down your face, along with saliva. You truly were being fucked stupid. Biting his lip to prolong his orgasm, he tightens his hold on your throat, cutting your airways off. Your eyes roll back from the pleasure, cumming instantaneously. Your mouth drops open, drool pours out onto the plush rug beneath you. Hongjoongs hips speed up, his hands dropping from your throat, rag dolling your tightened cunt onto his heavy cock. Slamming his hips up once more he pulls out, shooting his load onto the mirror. Marking his territory, making sure you knew someone or something was there making you feel that good. Your head hits your rug immediately, passing out from your intense orgasms leaving Hongjoong to clean you up. Unzipping his suit slightly so he can let his sweaty skin breathe. He takes some of his dripping cum from the mirror and smears it across your puffy folds.

Marking you in as many ways as possible. Lifting you from the rug, he places you on your mattress. Tossing your clothes close to the side of your bed. Getting you comfortable on the bed, with no aftercare. He cracks open your window, zipping up the rest of his suit. Shimming his way back down the side of your house. Making sure to leave your window open just a crack.

~

The bright sun shining directly into your eye awakens you. As you crack open your eyes you are met with the sound of Hongjoong raking his leaves once more. Your body feels like it has been hit by a bus. Sitting up, limping your way to the bathroom, you don’t even care to think about why your clothes are off…last night was just a fever dream…right? Staring into your bathroom mirror, your lips perk up at the markings on your body..surely you aren’t crazy..? Whatever was here surely did a number on you, yet you couldn’t think of anything but the need for whatever it was to come back. Showering the stench of sweat off your body, you get dressed, and limp your way to where Hongjoong was raking leaves, from the corner of his eye he can see you limping. Trying to bite back his greedy smile, he turns around, acting startled at your appearance.

“Good Morning Neighbor!” He greets cheerfully.

You smile at him, rubbing your hands together, tugging your turtle neck up slightly to cover the markings on your neck.

“Good Morning Hongjoong! You are at it early this morning, aren’t you?”

He smiles at you briefly, internally he is boasting with joy, a shit eating grin being held back.

“I had a good night's rest last night, I feel really rejuvenated so I thought why not come out here and start the lawn early! How did you sleep? Restful, I hope?” He drops an octave at the last sentence, your body immediately littering with goosebumps. You smile at him telling him you slept all too well. Hopefully you will be able to sleep that well again. He tosses you a brief smile. Wrapping up the convo you bid him well, limping your way back to your house.

“Y/n! A good girl like you should always sleep well..” He calls out in a low tone. Your body immediately stops in your tracks. Turning around to look at Hongjoong who was nowhere to be seen. Looking around you see nothing, not even the pile of leaves he was raking together. Maybe the neighborhood was beginning to play tricks on you.

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[noirdotm]

He Was Her Only Rule Broken

(Telemachus x Fem!Reader)

Boarder/Duvider by: @strangergraphics (check them out!!)

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Summary: A girl who's lived in the wilderness for a long time, hunting on her own. After a life full of pain, living with her parents, as her father hurt her mother and herself, she ran away, further into the woods, praying to the goddess of the moon, the goddess of wilderness to help her way through the forest on her run. Soon, becoming a patron to Artemis by the time she turned 15. Making a vow to never ever fall in love, to stay unmarried, til one day, as she was hunting for food, she shot her arrow, almost harming someone in the process…

Her gaze met his… his beautiful blue eyes… How can one express a feeling like this? When she made a vow to never fall in love?

Contains: Wholesomeness, fluff (like cute stuff, like a kiss, hugging, cuddling, you know, AND SLOW BURN)

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Chapter 1

It's been 16 years since the king of Ithaca and his crew left for war. A young boy walked down the halls, doing his best to avoid the suitors who've been lingering around the palace for 5 years now. Hearing their laughter and crewed comments about his mother. How they made him sick, no matter how hard he tried to kick all of them out of the palace, they would all scoff and laugh, not taking the young prince seriously. Being mocked and shamed, it's no surprise at how many servants have to intervene to stop a fight, breaking out between a grown man and a 15 year old boy.

Luckily for him, his mother, whenever he gets the chance to visit her, she'd always teach him how to have self-control, how to be calm and avoid any altercation between those suitors and himself.

Today was no different, after visiting his mother, queen Penelope, she had one simple task for her son.

“Telemachus, even a prince must endure patience and keep it as a virtue– it's what strengths you and guides you through many trials in life” Penelope would say as she would brush a strand of his curls to his ear, even though it would come back to haunt his face.

“I know mother… but those… waste of space swarm the palace like the plague!” Telemachus huffs as Penelope chuckles lightly. “How about this, you go out, let your mind wander off somewhere else, pay no mind, know that one day, your father will return and will fix protect us” Penelope says as she cups his cheeks and kisses her son's forehead. Making Telemachus sigh reluctantly but chuckle lightly. “Alright mother, will you be fine on your own?” He asked looking up at his mother, his blue eyes staring into her browns as she smiled lightly.

“Yes, pay no mind to me, I will still be here… weaving the shroud” Penelope says as her smile weakens. Telemachus continued to stare into his mother's eyes, seeing the sadness and the longing for his father's return. Telemachus then gave his mother a hug as she returned the hug. “Alright… I love you mother” Telemachus says as he gives her one last tight hug, making Penelope chuckle. “I love you too, my son” Penelope smiles softly, letting her son go. Telemachus stood up from her bed and left her chambers.

Leading to the present day. It was cold out, and dark, the night filled the sky as the moon lit the palace with its soft light glow, the suitors were partying without a care in the world. While in Penelope's chambers, from where the young prince was standing, the lights were off.

Telemachus walked through the garden from the palace, making his way to the forest. He looked back to the palace, as his eyes filled with worry and sadness for his mother, but took a deep breath, knowing, argos will take good care and protect her chambers and so he turned to face the forest and continued to walk.

Walking into the forest, Telemachus wondered if it was even a good idea to continue to walk through the forest in the middle of the night. Though his mothers words ‘let your mind wander someplace else’.

The forest was dark, but the only light source that helped the young man see was the moon. His eyes lingered on the moon for a moment as he heard the leaves rustle following the calm breeze smelling the scent of forest. Soon, he saw an owl fly over his head, his eyes widing. ‘Woah’ he thought to himself. As the owl hoot, Telemachus could help but move as he began to follow it, his body moving on his own.

He ran through the bushes as where the owl was going, as if the owl was leading the young boy to some place, his gaze left the owl as he saw a big apple tree, as a deer was under it eating an apple that fell from the tree, he slowly stopped his run as his gaze was mesmerizing the creature. ‘What a particular fella’ Telemachus says as he slowly walks up to the deer. The deer’s head slowly lifted up as Telemachus stepped on a twig. It snapped in half, making the deer’s head look around. It saw Telemachus, and it quickly ran away. Telemachus watched as the fawn ran away. Soon, the owl from before flew towards Telemachus, getting close to his face, making Telemachus fall back. Soon, an Arrow flies by his face as it hits a tree. The prince fell on the ground as the Owl flew away. “Ow…” Telemachus says, Oblivious to the arrow stuck on the tree, he looks behind him to see the Owl fly away. Soon, his eyes landed on the arrow that was just above his head, his eyes widening. “What in the world just happened?” He asked as his eyes darted to the dark part of the forest. He couldn’t see anything. The glow from the moon did not shine through that part of the forest. “Hello? Is anyone out there” Telemachus called out as he stood up from the ground, then looked back at the bow, pulling it off the tree. Soon, he heard rustling in the trees. His eyes darted to the tree tops, looking for any signs of life.

Soon, something… or someone fell from the tree top landing on the floor on her back. “Ow!” A feminine voice yelped. The person before Telemachus wore a clock, with a quiver beside her with a gently carved bow designed to look like a tree with a moon carved into it. “Woah! Are you alright?” Telemachus asked as his tone was woven into a worry one. He knelt down beside the person, he couldn’t quite see the face of the person who fell. “I’m fine” The person says as they sit up rubbing her back. Before Telemachus could say a word, the person looked over to Telemachus, finally being able to see who she was. Her eyes were the color that could sing a precious song to his soul as he looked into them, bits of her hair made of silk with a few accessories on them. Her skin is fair as they match the roseyness of her cheeks. He was lost in admiration, he couldn’t help but feel his heart beat. However, that changed…

“Way to go, thanks to you, I lost my meal!” The lady huffs as her glare grows sharper, her tone harsh. Telemachus was snapped back to reality raising his brow as his eyes widened a bit. “Excuse me? How was it that I was supposed to know you were out hunting in the middle of the night?” Telemachus asked in a defensive tone “Let alone, I wasn’t expecting anyone to be out here!”Telemachus continued, “On the contrary, you almost killed me well!” Telemachus added as he pointed the arrow he had in his hand to the girl. The girl made a tsk sound rolling her eyes “well, next time, don't get in the way, and you do realize there is such a thing called night hunters” she spat back snatching the arrow from his hand, as she turned away from Telemachus and grabbed her bows and quiver, she looked inside and saw many arrows were broken in half. She cursed under her breath. Telemachus just stared at the lady, she was pretty, but her attitude towards him was bitter and cold. The young prince sighed. “Why on earth are you out here in the middle of the night? You know it's dangerous to wander alone, especially for a young lady like yourself” Telemachus began to speak athe young woman closed her quiver giving the young boy a glare that could kill if they were to be able to do so. “As a young lady, I find it awfully rude you assume I can’t handle myself!” The lady says as her tone grows in defense pointing the arrow to his throat. “I did not say that!” telemachus says as he pushes the point of the arrow away from his throat.

“Well you implied it! Has your mother never taught you manners?” The young girl asked. “I could ask you the same thing” Telemachus says, his tone growing in annoyance. ‘What is her deal? I only just met her and she is being awfully rude,’ Telemachus thought to himself as he stood up from the floor. He watched as the young lady began to put the only remaining arrow in her quiver, putting it over her shoulder, and she did the same with the bow. Telemachus' eyes widened a bit as she took the hood of her cloak off her head, she looked up to the moon, shining its light on them both. The light of the moon reflected through her eyes, leaving the world to wonder…who is she? The girl looked to the side seeinging the way Telemachus looked at her. She made a tsk sound. “What?” She snapped. ‘Despite the looks… her personality doesn’t reflect that great…’ Telemachus thought to himself. “Nothing…” Telemachus muttered looking away from the girl. “Not that I care, but what are you doing out here?” The girl asked as she looked down at her bow, stretching it out as if to see if it still worked. “I was just out on a midnight stroll…” Telemachus replied. “Just to get my mind off of things…” Telemachus said as he looked down at the ground. The memories of the suitors lingering around the halls of his home, made him curl his hands into a fist. Soon, a loud groan came from the lady, he looked up and saw how her shoulders were slouched and how she rolled her eyes. Safe to say, he was taken aback. “Please, if you’re gonna speak about your problems to a stranger, then I suggest not and going on your merry way, I have much more important things to do than listen to a boy whine about his fortunate life” the girl bluntly says as she stands up straight, turning her back towards him. “Oh? And what is so important that you don’t even bother to tell me your name?” Telemachus asked as he crossed his arms, raising a brow. The young lady stopped as she slightly turned her head. “Why does my name concern you?” she asked. “I just wanna put a name to the face” Telemachus responds, his tone shifting from annoyance to a gentler one. The girl stayed quiet for a few moments, not speaking, as if she was debating if she should. “Or, if you wanna stay a mystery-”

“____” she spoke as she turned away. “____…” Telemachus spoke in a gentle tone. “Not that it matters, no chance we’ll ever meet again, good day…or night” she spoke as she turned away and began to walk away. Her name lingered in his head, how can someone with a beautiful name have such a nasty attitude?

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As she removed her cloak, she made her way to a nearby shak made from grass, leaves, and branches. A hut she lived in, living by a nearby small pond, she tossed her cloak to the side outside the shak. She crawled in her hut as she laid her head on a bed made up of old cloth and grass with dead leaves. Soon, a deer came walking towards the hut. A beautiful white fawn, with blue eyes reflecting the moon lite sky. Soon, a bright glow came from the deer as they turned into a tall woman who wore a peplos with a chiton over it as her hair was white as the moon and her eyes grey as the stars dim. Her hair was done in a braid as she wore a crown made of leaves.

“Artemis!” The girl smiled warmly as she stared at the women. The goddess of the moon, a huntress in the night. She sat at the entrance of the hut as if to say she would protect the girl as she slept, giving her a warm gentle smile. “Were you able to find anything?” Artemis asked. The girl sighed as she shook her head looking down at her lap. “I haven't… well i did but this stupid boy got in my way!” She huffs crossing her arm as she laid on her back staring at the leaves, grass, and branches on the hut. It looked like the water from the past rain had damaged it, making her click her tongue. “Oh? And this isn't an excuse for your failure?” Artemis asked curiously, no shame in her tone, just curious. “Well… no, I'm being honest! I was as quiet as a hummingbird, slow and steady like a wolf hunting for its prey! But out of nowhere the boy stepped on a twig, scaring away the creature!” She began to ramble on. “Men…Boys… Males… they are all so clueless… idiotic to say the least! All of them!” She spat. Artemis lightly chuckles, the girl looked over to the chuckling goddess raising a brow. “Artemis?...”

“My apologies, ____, it's just, when you're hungry, you tend to go on an on, rambling to say the least” Artemis says, she looked at the girl who pouted a bit. “Well… i wouldn't have been in such a bad mood if it weren't for that boy…” the girl mumbled under her breath. “Rest, you've had a long night…” Artemis says. “Are you at least gonna provide something for me to eat?” The girl asked as she turned her head towards Artemis. Artemis shook her head. “I'm sorry, but i cannot always pamper you, you need to learn how to survive on your own…” Artemis sighs. “Then what am i-”

Before she could finish her sentence, within a blink of an eye, Artemis vanished into thin air, leaving a trail of small sparkles that can be mistaken as mini stars. The girl quickly sat up, she tried to grab onto the small particles, however every time she tried to grab them, they'd disappear. The girl frowned, as she sat there, hearing the small rustles from the bushes from small critters, and the light breeze that flowed by. As the water ran through its streams. The night danced with the moonlight, however, soon the clouds came in and hid the light that the moon gave. She brought her knees up to her chest as she buried her head into hit, lightly banging her head onto her knees. ‘Think… Think… there must be a solution…’ the girl whispers to herself… Soon her face looked up from her knees, she stared directly into the night, no light to ve found, but a few yellow lights coming from a town.

‘...maybe… just maybe…’

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(Note: YAY FIRST CHAPTER COMPLETE! i hope you simps enjoyed this! This is gonna be slow burned cause, who doesn't like a little slow burn action? Anyways, if there's anything i need to improve on, let me know! :D(was this edited? Yes... many times... (to make it look pretty!l))

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Monsters (Divine beauties) of the passage SQH & SY:

So both SQH and SY die and transmigrate at the same time, but WAY before the original plot begins! Maybe even before the Qing generation are disciples!

They get reborn as twin kid brothers who were abandoned by their demon dragon parents in a migration tunnel that was used as a quick escape for demons to use to easily get from the human realm to the demon realm without having to go through the borderlands due to the passages weird qualities.

They grow up without a system and are relatively very powerful demonic dragons due to their supply of both spiritual and demonic energy coming from both sides of the passage. (They might just focus on using the spiritual qi tho because it feels nicer and is more useful in hiding their demonic heritage)

They have a fully built and protected passage that is whispered about on both sides about it being guarded by 2 deities that speak in a lost language (broken English) and use terms unknown to the living (modern slang).

With all of the rumors going around, people have been going to Cang Qiong to deal with the issue. As a result, disciple SQQ and disciple LQG get sent on a mission together due to LQG having the most fighting skill and SQQ having the most battle IQ and a sly tongue to get them out of any situation.

To their surprise, it seems like the demons everyone is worried about are both…. Kinda cowards??? How have they lasted this long???

So yeah, SY and SQH are kinda surprised when 2 cultivators show up at their little passage claiming that they are here to slay them. Like… no thank you??? Our last experience with death wasn’t fun… and they don’t wanna die!

I can also imagine SY is helping out any lost kids who can’t find their way back to the nearby village, or maybe just going to the library to grab some books so he and SQH can trash on them together. I can also imagine them using the passage as like… a toll booth? So you have to pay to walk through.

Idk if there would be ships in this, but if you want to imagine their being ships, please let me know so I can… maybe…. Start writing this out with a better idea of what would be most liked.

(So goofy, hehe, goofy funny dragon boys playing boarder control… and possibly wife beaming everyone who passes by..)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Lost 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of loss, grieving, death, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: nomad!Steve Rogers

Summary: You move into a shared flat and encounter a mysterious man.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

“And this is your room,” Muriel stops before a door along the short hallway. “You have a neighbour just across the hall, and two more on the other side of the kitchen.”

You nod. It isn’t an ideal situation. Not one you ever saw yourself in. But survival isn’t built for the fussy. There are many others like you. Those not so lucky, those who are dead. Many who never got the choice of a new home.

You keep your hand on your rolling bag, your other on your canvas knapsack. They’re full of items that aren’t your own. Second-hand clothes acquired from shelters and toiletries given out by the support workers. You’re on your own now.

“Anything else, dear?” Muriel asks to your silence.

“Thank you, Muriel,” you murmur.

She hands you the key and leaves. Before showing you your own space, she took you around those shared by the rest of her boarders. You suppose they’re your roommates now. A kitchen, two bathrooms, a front room with a tattered couch and old tube television. You’ll stick to your own four walls.

You slide the key in the slot, the metal grinding loudly. You hear a throat clear and peer towards the noise. The walls must be thin. You’re still alone. You let yourself into the room, pulling the door shut behind you. You flip the lock back into place before you shove your bags by the wall.

There’s a twin bed with a metal frame, a single night table, and a standing lamp. There’s also a shallow closet. It’s not much but you don’t need more than that. It’s good to have a roof over your head.

You sit on the lumpy mattress and the frame squeaks loudly. You stand up again and pace around. There isn’t too much room. It shouldn’t matter, you won’t need it. You’ll be out working and back to sleep again. You start tomorrow at the convenience shop.

You hear a thump and your head pops up. You can’t help but jump in your shoes. Ever since the city rained down around you, every bump, every sudden noise has you skittish. It’s nothing, only another boarder.

You go to your bag and unbuckle the flap. You pull out a can of beans and the pocket knife in the side pocket. You go back to the bed and sit, another shrill whine from the metal frame. You pull out the can open from the pocket knife and peel back the lid. On the same keychain is a small metal spork you use to scoop out the beans, eating them cold as your stomach growls hungrily.

You eat, bite by bite, staring at the wall, just beside the only window. It isn’t home. You don’t expect one of those. It’s just a place to live. To survive.

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You take your toothbrush and your tube of toothpaste with you to the bathroom down the hall. It’s just across from the other bedroom on that side of the flat. The doorway is dark, beckoning you inside. You flip on the light and shut the door as you enter.

You turn on the tap and set to brushing your teeth. Such a basic and simple task but one you didn’t always have the chance to do. It’s almost soothing to feel the bristles in your mouth. It makes you feel almost normal.

You take your time as the mint flavour sticks to your tongue. You rinse your brush and flick off the excess water, sliding it back into the travel tube and capping the paste. You look at yourself in the mirror, not for long, just to make sure you still recognise you.

You clutch your things in one hand and flick the light off. You open the door and nearly shriek at the shadow waiting in the hall. You waver in the doorway as a tiny wisp escapes your throat. You blink as the dark silhouette stands with arms crossed in the dim hall.

“Didn’t mean to scare you,” the man says gruffly.

He's tall but mostly obscured. His hair wings out around his neck and his shoulders bulge broadly. You feel his eyes boring into you, as he can see through the darkness and you.

You dip your chin and sidle out, keeping your distance as you sidestep along the wall. You should apologise but your voice is buried deep down. You put your hand up in a show of deference.

“You done?” He asks.

You pause and look at the plaster across from you. You nod then turn your back to him completely. He must be the neighbour. You quickly shuffle to your room and hide behind the door. It’s much better than the shelter, you don’t have someone rolling into your sleeping bag, but still, you’re claustrophobic.

You mourn that most. The sense of privacy. Of personal space. Have a place that’s your own with people you know. People you love.

You toss your toothbrush and toothpaste onto the night table and huff as you sit on the bed. You frown and push your head back, trying to soothe the tightness between your shoulders. You blow out, breath rattling as your nose tingles.

You can never go back to Sokovia or how it was. You can only go forward and the road ahead is very lonely.

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I haven't said anything on here because I've been so focused on what's been happening on Twitter. I spent six or more hours last night just retweeting whatever I could to help raise a ruckus. For anybody who isn't aware of what's been happening:

For the past 75 years, Israel has been doing exactly what the United States of America did to indigenous natives when we first began to claim the territory. They've been pushing Palestinians off of their homeland and claiming the land for themselves. They've been stealing homes and territory that doesn't belong to them, engaging in a quiet genocide.

They control what goes in an out of the border. They control how much food Palestinians are allowed to have access to. They control how much water and electricity Palestinians have access to in a day. They control how many times a year and how far out fishing boats are able to go, and they're relegated to areas where there are no fish. The amount of ships aren't enough to sustain the population. Israel has ensured that Palestinians cannot build bomb shelters by preventing those materials from coming into the country.

On October 7th, 2023, a Gazan organization named Hamas, which is stationed in the Palestinian city of Gaza, decided to retaliate. They did a plethora of horrible things to Israeli people, taking hostages. In response, Israel has begun being more aggressive and upfront in its genocidal attempts to eradicate Palestinians.

This is not an exaggeration. Israel is very upfront about what they want. The official Israeli account has posted what they've done proudly. The first event that made people outside of Palestine aware of what was going on was the bombing of a hospital that Israel boasted of, and then later walked back to claim it was a Hamas base.

There are rules of war to follow. Among them, it is a war crime to attack where people are taking shelter in places of religion and hospitals. Once this information was revealed and made obvious, public outcry for the support of Palestine began to ring out. Apparently it wasn't even the first hospital that Israel had targeted--there were over 10 at the time and more to come in the following days.

Consider that Israel knew they were targeting the hospital and sent out a warning for them to evacuate, and then remind yourself that there were people in the in the hospital who relied on the medical equipment to live. Where were they supposed to go on such short notice? Children and babies were killed. Israel admitted to doing this and then claimed that the hospital was a Hamas base. And soon after, they claimed that it was a misfired rocket by Hamas that hit the hospital. Isn't that so convenient?

Israel has warned a city to travel the road down south in ten hours--on foot, on a hiking trail that takes more than twelve--to reach safety. They promised they would be safe and that Gaza was the only place they were aiming to destroy. Instead, Israel proceeded to bomb and destroy the only safe passage that they were able to get. They weren't safe at all.

In the days to come, Israel would proceed to turn off all electricity and water in Palestine. They would continue to bomb various places under the presumption that they were Hamas bases. Hamas comes from the city of Gaza, so that doesn't explain why several of those places--even hospitals--were much farther south.

Yesterday, they bombed the communication tower that Palestinians have been relying on to communicate with the outside world. As far as I know, they've been dark ever since.

Egyptians have been trying to help. They've been trying to demand the gates to open so that they can send humanitarian aid in. There are people--good people--who don't care if they die for the cause or not. Hardly any humanitarian aid has been able to come in, and Israel has been teasing Egypt, their own weaponry poking at their boarder as a threat. If several missiles cross Egyptian boarders, how is it their fault of they were aiming at a hostile air craft?

Remember how much Israel monitored what comes in and what comes out of Palestine. They control how much electricity and water a day they have. They control their maritime and how far from the coast they're allowed to fish. Do you think that Palestinians are able to build such air crafts?

Egyptians have witnessed the horrors that have been happening from across the sea. The sky was red with fire and alight with bombs. The horizon echoed with the noise and the assault didn't cease. I don't know if it's still going on. I don't know if it ever stopped. But Israel is sending out ground troops now, and who knows how far that went since last night.

Israel calls this a war. Palestinians haven't been able to fight back. They don't have any weapons or a military of their own. Entire families have been wiped off of the face of the earth, numbering probably well over forty by this point. Entire generations are at risk of being killed. This isn't a war. This is a genocide.

Israel claims that Hamas hides behind its civilians for protection, but all Israel is doing is hiding behind Hamas as an excuse to commit ethnic cleansing.

The worst part to me is that world powers who could have done something to prevent this are actively doing nothing. The United States has been providing Israel with the very weapons that they're using to obliterate Palestine off of the face of the map. Britain has outlawed protests speaking up in support of Palestine. And there are a lot of protests. The public opinion knows that this is wrong. Joseph Biden has casted doubt on how many Palestinians have actually died just before the blackout occured.

The warning signs have been here for 75 years, and nobody has done anything about it. And now Palestinians are facing the most brutal evil that mankind is capable of, and nobody who can do anything about it is willing to lift a finger. What's the point of the United Nations to create laws of war that are to be followed if those laws aren't going to be enforced? What kind of message does that send to countries that violate those laws?

That they can get away with it.

This isn't even to touch on the fact that Israel has been paying content creators and companies to speak up in support of Israel. I wouldn't be surprised if they're doing the same with popular celebrities in the United States and elsewhere. I wouldn't be surprised if this is a part of why politicians are refusing to lift a finger to hold Israel accountable for their actions. Israel has always wanted control of the narrative. This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last.

I do want to point out that despite these horrors, it's important to remember that, while Israel has done these horrible things, you shouldn't blame the individual people. Not every single Israeli believes in this genocidal cause, but the system of government that encourages and rewards these behaviors should be held accountable. Israelis who disagree with Israel are very likely at risk of being punished severely if they express their beliefs. It's important to remember that.

Israel will cry antisemitism because they are a Jewish state: Holding them accountable for their actions is not antisemitism. Do not be afraid to do so. I have seen videos of Jewish people in the United States leading mass protests in support of Palestine, calling for a ceasefire in Gaza, for Palestine to be free. Don't blame all Jewish people or Israelites for this horror. Be angry at Israel the government, Israel the politicians, Israel the people who support them rabidly and celebrate the death of millions.

I know for a fact that there are some things I've missed. It's so difficult to tactfully cover everything that's happened over the past couple of weeks. But hopefully this is enough to let those who aren't aware of what's been happening know.

I'm ashamed to be a United States American. And I am angry at the politicians and the people in power who could have voted for a ceasefire and didn't. We are witnessing the evils of humanity at work this month. And yet we are also witnessing the selfless good that humanity is capable of, leading protests to free Palestine and call for a ceasefire, trying their best to raise attention to the people who did nothing. History will remember them as the villains of this story.

It feels like there isn't much you can do. But just knowing and spreading awareness of the situation is enough. It is enough. Israel has hired companies and social media to do their best to stifle talk and conversation about Palestine. YouTube has deleted fifteen years' worth of videos examining the Palestinian occupation and Palestinian culture as a whole. Israel wants Palestine to die in silence and be forgotten.

All you need to know is what is happening. All you need to know is to remember and not forget. All you need to know is acknowledge the Palestinian's generations-long suffering, know that we're living through a genocide, and see how world powers do nothing about it. This is how Adolf Hitler got away with it for so long.

So remember. Keep it in mind. Learn the warning signs. And be sure to remember this when it happens again.

Free Palestine.

[notebooks-and-laptops]

Hello and welcome to: my official guide of where to go to get the best healthcare in Thedas! I'm gonna rank the best to the worst locations and give reasons for each.

1. Nevara

Nevara 100% has the best healthcare in Thedas. There are three primary reasons for this.

The first is of course, Nevaras familiarity with corpses, anatomy and the human body. Unlike most other locations in Thedas, Nevara doesn't burn their dead, but instead burries them. This can involve some form of mummification, but even when it doesn't, the bodies as later houses for spirits definitely don't have any secrets.

Secondly, Nevara has the mages for it. Good medical care in Thedas is going to involve a degree of spirit-healing and getting help from spirits. Nevaran mages regularly interact with spirits and petition them for help; it's basically a whole country whose magic speciality is the basis of all spirit healing.

Thirdly, although to a much lesser extent, Nevaran nobility are a) very wealthy and b) are dragon hunters. It's likely that this made them fund advances in medical care with their vaste wealth so they didn't die from said dragons.

2. Tevinter

Tevinter has been fighting a war with the Qun for centuries at this point, right on their boarder. War often leads to advances in medicine, particularly when it's drawn out and protracted. We know the vast majority of the military are Soporati like Krem rather than mages, so they can't just heal themselves with blood magic, they need advances that will heal a regular army quickly.

Mix this with the fact that Tevinter is probably the most magically advanced nation in Thedas and they have a really good culture for learning and research...I mean some of them are 100% researching best medical practices. In a very unethical way they're also clearly happy to experiment with what can enhance the body with their slaves like Fenris, which is horrid but probably has led to some medical innovations.

They're also not afraid to interact with spirits so their mages are primed for spirit healing.

They get minus points because I do think some of their medical practices would just be 'blood magic health away from slaves'. But ultimately not enough for me to bump them down too much because like I said above, they need solutions for non-mages too.

3. Rivian

Rivain gets number three because of the seers who have very close relationships with spirits. Lore drops we get in codexs from DATV suggests one very large part of a Seers job is to provide medical attention to those who require it.

Their economy is also built largely on bartering outside of the chantry controlled capital, so I figure that unlike Nevara and Tevinter regular folks can get/afford medical intervention rather than just the elites. The structure of society is also different with Seers acting as heads of their community as well as medical practitioners.

Rivain also has the advantage of trade of ideas. Rivain is home to the only peaceful qunari outpost outside of Par Vollen and many of those in Rivain still consider themselves qunari rather than following Andrastism or the native pantheistic belief structures. So they're going to get the benefits from knowledge about medicine from across Thedas. Which leads us nicely to...

4. Par Vollen

But! I hear you protest! The Qun is so anti-mage and definitely anti-demon that they don't have spirit healers.

And yes, that's why they're number 4 not number 1. But they definitely have excellent healthcare. For one, they have a large military they have to keep healthy that has been at war for centuries, as well as an expansionist ideology which will require them to invest in even more health innovations to keep their standing army healthy.

But more than this, the Qun has a completely different philosophy to most locations in Thedas. The Qun views society as a whole, rather than being more individualistic. Thus, keeping farmers, artisans, scholars etc. safe so they can perform their role for society is just as important as keeping your army safe. They're thus gonna invest in a lot of public health infrastructure. Par Vollen is definitely the place you wanna be if you're not a noble and you get sick.

The Qun also has really good training; children are assigned roles at a young age and trained to fit them so their medical training probably starts at a young age and is fairly extensive.

The Qun would be my bet for a) the most hygienic nation in Thedas and b) the most likely to create vaccines first. Also. I bet their trans healthcare is top notch. You want top surgery this is the place to get it.

5. Orlais

Orlais is a rich nation which prides itself on its university culture. Nobles like to have pateron scholars to reflect well on them. I think both of these things mean medical research is not uncommon when a noble gets an idea into their heads.

Orlais also is the seat of the chantry and the circles. This means that of the Andraste nations they are much more likely to be able to get the circle to come and give them a spirit healer. Crucially they can also get mage tallent imported from other circles like they did with Viv without anyone asking any questions.

But I think mages are far more restricted than our top 3 countries and their fear of spirits/harrowing is going to make spirit healers both more cautious and more rare. Further, actually getting a mage to act as a spirit healer is a huge deal and a status symbol; we see that in the masked empire when a soldier is shocked they Gaspard has a spirit healer mage on his staff. So only really wealthy/powerful nobles are benefiting from this at all.

Also we know from the masked empire that some of their university biology is fueled by racism rather than actual research so they lose points for that.

They do get bonus points for having some hygienic cultural tendancies; the masks and the gloves in particular.

6. Antiva

Antiva is similar to Orlais I think, but they unfortunately don't have the same edge with the circles and mages that Orlais has. Orlais can move any tallented circle mages to Orlais proper if they show up in Antiva.

They are a trading country so they will likely get medical information from Rivain, Orlais and Tevinter but I think nobles in Antiva would be more interested in funding protection charms and anti-assassin traps than medical knowledge as Antiva doesnt do war in the same way as the other countries but it does have a lot of assassins. The crows absolutely hold Antiva back from medical knowledge I think.

7. The Free Marches

So I'm lumping the free Marches together but I do think there would be minor differences; mainly between places like starkhaven where we know Sebastian is funding a lot of research and places like Kirkwall where literally the sensical was going to a guy in the sewers for his check ups.

But overall, the free marches just don't let mages have the freedom they need to practice spirit magic. They're a lot harsher there (we know that about Kirkwall, and we also know that Tatervale basically has chantry enforced mashel lore so...). They also seem to be places where there's much more of a culture of 'everyone for themselves'.

Further, we've seen that Kirkwall at least is just built on back to back houses and people living in literal sewers. The free marches just. Don't seem a super hygienic place to live.

8. Ferelden

I'm really sorry ferelden but you've got so much working against you. You're a largely rural community with most of your major cities and even towns just littered with back to back housing. You don't have great access to mages and their abilities. And I imagine Orlais took most of their knowledge with them/kept ferelden from developing their own universities and other research centres during the occupation.

Now, I do have some honourable mentions. Firstly:

Orzammar

So part of me feels orzammar should have good healthcare. Mainly because orzammar has been in a perpetual war with the darkspawn for over a thousand years now and they're constantly chucking people at that problem; while well aware of their declining birth rates.

But I think from what we see in DAO they just don't seem to have a good healthcare system at all. There just doesn't seem to be a space in the caste system for that apart from maybe some shaparate dwarfs? Also doesn't seem to be a lot of paragons being named for medical advancements.

And then you have dust town which is huge and definitely a hot spot for potential illnesses.

I think perhaps the fact that dwarfs don't get ill very often and are more hardy perhaps got in the way of them developing a good medical system beyond some stuff I think they would know how to do; like cautorising wounds.

Also no magic :(

The Dalish

So I think this would be a clan by clan basis. Some clans seem much more willing to engage with spirits and spirit magic than others who seem much more hesitant (keeper marithari for example).

I'm adding to that that I think the dalish keepers have a lot more to do than focus on their healing skills and as there doesn't seem to be very many mages in a clan (around 1 - 5 depending on which games lore you're following) they're probably splitting their attention between lots of different practices rather than focusing only on spirit healing.

They probably do have good oral records of their medical practices tho! I also think they'd be good at dealing with broken bones or twisted ankles as the clans are constantly on the move so I imagine that would be a priority if someone gets hurt that way. Also, I imagine everyone in the clan does get medical attention when needed compared to other nations and groups that have big wealth inequalities.

And that's the list folks! Let me know if you agree with me this is such an interesting subject

[supportingedream]

Urgent appeal for help 🙏🥺🥺🥺

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Update// Israel will occupied the rest of Gaza and will have no place to go to. Also hunger is killing us slowly here. Can you imagine that the flour is 600$ for one bag. My family is 8 person and now we don't find anything to eat please help my family and support us. Everything is so expensive and unbelievable 💔💔💔.Guys we need you in this harsh conditions I'm begging you. 😭😭

I’m Inge Kassab 22, dental student in Alazhar university Gaza, I have finished three years of my studies at the university and unfortunately my university has completely destroyed due to the war in Gaza and I can’t go abroad the city to continue my studies because all boarders around us were closed and I forced to live her under bombing.

For almost a whole year and half I have been living in Gaza, where wardestruction and chaos spread everywhere in Gaza.

I am currently in Deir El Balah after I have displaced from my city Gaza , trying to save money to rebuild home to live in a safe place with my family. My father is an old man who lost his work and my mom also lost her work. I need you to support me and my family to build our life again.

Because of the war, it has become impossible to provide money to live, buy food, clean and drinkable water, and education here. This money will be used to provide what the war has destroyed for us, and also to provide a place to stay, especially since we are now approaching the winter season, where we need winter clothes, repair the damage to the house, and provide what protects us from the cold and hunger of winter.

Gaza has become a place full of destruction and is no longer suitable for any opportunity here. Diseases have spread in the Gaza Strip, especially those skin diseases for which there is no treatment due to the war. The water here has also become polluted water and has spread, and there is not enough food for everyone here.

I created this campaign to ask for help and support from you. As a human being who lived an entire year and half under the flames of war, destruction, and tragedies, I am addressing you and asking you for help, to help me get a chance to survive war, death, and hunger with my family, and to start from scratch. A new journey of living and recovering from those traumas and painful memories that we experienced in the war. So we stayed in the Gaza Strip under the genocide to live in difficult conditions and complete our studies with the least available means. Before the war began, I was at the beginning of the clinical stage and the beginning of my work on patients, but the war came and destroyed all my dreams, as I lost my university and my dental tools, which cost my father more than $1,000, and I lost my future. But now I am trying to return again in order to complete the number of study hours and graduate. Therefore, I need your help to complete what remains, as there is only very little left to graduate and go out to work and help patients.

This money will also help me to cover our living expenses and buy food in Gaza. Buying food and groceries in Gaza is something we cannot afford every day because of the high prices, and there is no opportunity to work here. The money will also be used to buy available cooking gas, wood and firewood which will also be used to provide fires for cooking and also to keep warm from the cold at night in the coming days.  Also I want to build my own clinic after graduation.

I hope you will hear my voice and help me get a chance to evacuate from here, and a chance to evacuate from Gaza if we can . 🥺❤️

So Please Help Me to Put (Dr.) before my name please make this post viral 🥺❤️‼️

Inge Kassab.

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[delaneytveit]

I've said this before but like i also feel like it needs to be said again low key.

Morrigan is no one's friend.

Like yeah she's Rhysand's second in command and commander of Hewn City or whatever and his cousin. But there's no evdence that she ever really does anything, especially because Keir (her father) has most of the power anyways and they apparently even needed to distract him and the rest of Hewn City so that they could get whatever it was they needed in maf (tbh i didn't really pay that much attention to what they were going their for because i was too confused with the whole fact that Morrigan as the de facto ruler and Rhysand as the actual fucking ruler should have just been able to waltz into HC and just get whatever the fuck they wanted with no questions asked). She rides on his coattails and condemns the people that she supposedly helps rule over, but she doesn't do anything to enforce corrections. She's Rhysand's cousin who got the job because of nepotism and nothing more.

She's not Cassian's friend as apparent with the fact that she was willing to put him in mortal danger just to get herself out an arranged marriage. Which like yeah you do you girl but also she high key manipulated Cass into risking his life just to get laid by the girl that his supposed best friend is in love with. And with the fact that Mor explicitly said that she chose Cass because she knew that she could get him to do it makes it all the more icky.

She's not Azriel's friend because what do you mean you thought that far ahead to know that Cassian would absolutely fuck you but Azriel who is supposed to have been pinning for you, won't touch you so you know you can't go to him because he has too much honor. But you don't think far enough to even consider the fact that Cassian could be executed for even touching you??? And she doesn't even hide it. Azriel was the one to get her from the Autumn Court boarder in the first place. And she continues to just not acknowledge anything!!!

Like I get it, as a member of the queer alphabet, coming out is tough with your family. But my fucking god you can't just tell Azriel that you don't like him in that way? That you won't see him in that way? Just so that you can pretend to the rest of your "family" that yeah you only like males? The hyper sexuality just to push Azriel away is so fucking cruel when you refuse to have a single honest conversation with the male.

And she is no friend to any of the Archeron sisters. SF proved that Mor will put Rhysand's wishes before Feyre's. Morrigan fucking suggested that Nesta should be condemed to HC, knowing what happens to women their, simply for embarrassing the "Royal Family" with her sellf medication, nevermind the fact that everyone in the IC has done much worse. And I can't even remember an instance in which Mor had an interaction with Elain tbh.

But I digress. Thanks for coming to my tedtalk. Morrigan sucks and i low key don't want her to be the major betrayal just because it seems like an easy cop out. I just think that she's a horrible person. but thats okay because at least she's more interesting than RiceBoy in the corner.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Thalia x Fem Reader who is a titans daughter, maybe even Kronos but she's pining hard for Thalia, without realizing she's into Thalia - Obviously reader is so straight, girls are just prettier and better.

Beauty of a Storm

|| Thalia Grace x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader is left out by campers, reader discovering sexuality

|| Summary; reader's the daughter of Kronos whose relatively new to Camp. When the Hunters of Artemis come to a visit, reader develops a crush on Thalia Grace. But... reader's still thinks she's straight and doesn't quite realize it's a crush.

Requests open!

Started; september 25th

Finished; september 26th

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A sigh left your lips as you sat on the roof of the Hermes Cabin. You knew who your father was, it was Kronos. Much to everyone's surprise when you were claimed. But that didn't change that there wasn't a cabin for you and you were sure they would never build one. So you were stuck in the Hermes Cabin.

You watched from the edge as campers trained in the fields, laughed around the hearth and just all around seemed to have a good time. Which sucked for you, cause you were having as far from a good time as you could.

Nobody here liked you. Nobody even tried to get to know you. You'd been here for two weeks and already lost whatever friends you could have had day three due to your father.

Camp life couldn't be any duller. Honestly part of you didn't blame the half bloods that had turned. You had heard the stories from other campers about the battle that took place. And yeah. Part of you was siding with them.

Some commotion caught your attention as a group of girls came into camp at a light jog. You tilted your head in confusion, some type of boarder patrol? Did something happen?

Your confusion spiked when those group of girls settled themselves into the Artemis Cabin. Artemis didn't have children... as far as you knew. So who the hell were they?

With spiked curiosity, you scrambled to the back end of the roof and jumped to the tree you had used to get up there. Climbing back down and running to the Artemis Cabin.

You knocked when you got there, obviously. You didn't want to just run in on them. Especially when they were all armed with bows and other various weapons.

A teenager who looked no older than you opened the door, her striking blue eyes almost immediately caught your attention. As did her punk rock clothing style. You fought the urge to say 'woah', because that would be pretty lame.

"Can I help you?" The girl didn't look overly pleased to see you. Whoever you were.

You found yourself straightening your posture almost immediately, cheeks flushed as you rambled out a response," Hey! I'm uh- Y/N L/N. New to camp- who are you? Last I checked Artemis didn't have children... no offence."

The girl rolled her eyes, though she seemed amused by you and decided to humour you. Just a little, considering you're new and all," Thalia Grace, Daughter of Zeus and Lieutenant for the Hunters of Artemis."

Your eyes widened," you're a daughter of Zeus?" That explained the eyes and intense stare," am I supposed to bow-? How does this work?"

She laughed and shook her head," Gods no. Don't be stupid. So who's your Godly parent?"

You hesitated, not really wanting to say it but something in you felt like you shouldn't lie to this girl," ...Kronos."

Everyone in the cabin stopped and stared at you. The silence was deafening.

"So you're the one Annabeth was talking about," Thalia murmured. Giving you a once over that made you stiffen and smile awkwardly," pretty brave of you to admit that. You do know who Kronos is, don't you? What he's done?"

You nodded slowly," people haven't stopped telling me.." From the moment you were claimed, it seemed everyone had something negative to say about your father. There was a point where Mr D had even debated kicking you out of camp, but Chiron suggested you stayed. Learned the ropes. He felt sympathy for you, with Kronos being his father too.

"Yeah, no doubt. He's traumatized at least half of them in someway." Thalia said, arms folding across her chest.

"You mean the battle?" You asked, she nodded. Her expression grim.

"Just be glad you missed it."

And that was the last of your conversation with her, throughout the day you continued what you always did. Keeping your distance from everyone, visiting Chiron at the big house, training and whatever else.

It was just before dinner when you decided to pop by the big house for the second time that day, having a few questions for your half brother.

"Chiron?" You called out as you walked in, he had told you before you could come by whenever.

"In here," He called back from the living room.

You walked in and found him talking with Thalia, who had stopped whatever conversation she was having and was getting ready to leave.

"Wait just a minute, Miss Grace." Chiron said, she looked a little annoyed but waited," Have you met Y/N?"

"Briefly." Thalia murmured.

"So it seems," He sighed and glanced at you, before looking at the girl again. "Would you be able to help her with some training?" He left out the part about how no one else was willing to teach you, so you'd been training on your own.

You felt embarrassed that he was asking her to do this and tried to look anywhere but Thalia.

"Fine." Thalia stood and walked past you," Come on."

"But-" You started but she looked back at you with a sharp gaze, which immediately got you to listen and follow after. A blush coating your cheeks.

"We will discuss whatever you need to later tonight, Y/N." Chiron assured you before you were out the door, giving him a small nod.

You followed Thalia, struggling to keep up with her; you couldn't help but admire the girl. She was clearly strong, confident... you weren't at all surprised she was a lieutenant. She definitely gave the vibes of a leader, than again her father was Zeus. So it only made sense to you that she would be good at that sort of thing.

It's been a few days now since your training with Thalia and the two of you had had more moments since. Whether it would be you were in the same activities or just paired up for training. Neither of you really mind, though. Sure Thalia had had complaints about you at the start... but now that she knew you it wasn't so bad. The two of you were becoming friends.

You had started realizing you felt more. Or at least... you thought you felt more. You'd talked with Piper a bit on it, with her helping you to realize your feelings. She never specifically told you you were gay, because she wanted that to be your own discovery. But she left you little tidbits here and there.

It took a while, but by the time you had realized she had already left and was back on the road with the Hunters. So you never did get to tell her how you felt and it seemed to awkward to tell her over an iris message, which was something the two of you did often.

Maybe you would tell her the next time you saw her, whenever that was. And if you didn't chicken out.

[gardezamour]

i was listening to god games (epic). and it reminded me of the piltover council. and THEN it made me think of an au where viktor has an incident with the hexcore. where, instead of sky interfering and dying (rip my beloved princess), viktor fuses with the hexcore and sort of destroys part of the lab. and, by destroy, i mean the lab is now partially infected with alien hexcore splatter.

so, now a traumatized and partially mutated viktor is being contained and is being threatened with stillwater confinement (very much paralleling with jayce’s trial in season one, and highlighting how much easier jayce was let off). and jayce is struggling with understanding why viktor would do such a reckless thing (cue angst in accepting that a incidental death was better than dying because his own body was failing him), and also fighting for his life trying to defend viktor before the council.

dialogue under the break:

salo (apollo): even i can agree that zaun has a few rare gems worth a copper coin, but this overstep is going to ruin it for everyone else. what measures will we have to take now, to prevent others from smuggling through the boarders?

sky: there are worse things that have been done. now, people will tread with caution. perhaps viktor's incident will decrease the population still using shimmer.

bolbok (hephaestus): he went against jayce's own wishes by traveling into zaun to fraternize with the enemy why should we trust a man who couldn't even honor the trust of his closest comrade?

jayce: viktor is one of piltover's and zaun's strongest minds, if he had found a way to make his invention work, should he give up like you were going to make me? then where would this city be? forgiveness has already been given, but even i have no right to permit viktor from visiting his homeland.

shoola (aphrodite): why would he cause himself so much pain just to ruin his own body? viktor shows little remorse for the pain he has caused to YOU, councilor talis and ms. young. he has selfishly destroyed the reliability of hextech's future.

sky: i don’t agree—

hoskel (ares): —he's a coward. how much money has been wasted on a corrupt project to save ONE life. he isn't working for piltover any longer, he's in it for the power. and he's doing it with the help of zaun's dirtiest hands.

jayce: viktor has always stuck by my side. from the beginning, even when no one else thought of me any more than a pardoned criminal. if you wish to see product of your money, then look out the window to the world viktor has already helped in creating. it is not treasonous that a dying man was desperate to save himself. and your gold is not equivalent to wealth when a brilliant mind needs TIME.

mel (hera): each of you has made mistakes. but, why fight for viktor's freedom when he has also wronged you?

sky: he's our friend.

mel (hera): is that all it takes?

jayce: hextech will be shut down if he's no longer a part of it.

mel (hera): is that a threat?

sky: viktor is just as much a name as jayce talis. he contributed just as much as the face of the brand.

jayce: he’s priceless.

mel (hera): very well.

cassandra (zeus): viktor has lost all trust. end of discussion. he does not deserve to walk the streets of piltover as if he has not misstepped egregiously. he is not worth the risk.

sky: but a younger jayce talis was? you protect your own, but won't fight for someone who has saved several lives. including your very own godson's.

cassandra (zeus): this is not personal. it is righteous judgement. and viktor has failed to act in piltover's best interest.

jayce: your judgement is showing to be unbalanced, councilor. PLEASE, let him go.

anyways! that was just for funnies. i needed to get rid of the brain-worm lol.

[kame-writes]

The heavenly Seraphim (Hazbin Hotel - Azrael!Alastor AU)

Card boarder made by StaticStarDoll

Info on all the Seraphim (Including Sera and Emily) below

Sera: The high Seraphim

Female presenting she/her

Sera is the Seraphim who deals with most matters regarding the running of heaven. She precides over the Angelic council which handles most of the rules and guidelines citizens must follow.

She often has the final say if the Senate of Seraphims can not reach a majority decision.

She is also the authority that all human souls must answer to, and runs the main city where they precide.

Emily: The Seraphim of Joy

Female presenting she/her

Emily's job is to make sure all heavenly human souls are happy and content. She is the one who spends most of her time with Winners, talking and trying to make sure every soul sees her as a friend. They can trust her to always have their best interests at heart.

She works closely with both Rapheal and Sera, acting as a liaison between the human souls, heavenborn, and the seraphim. She passes on any concerns that people may have and suggests ways to improve their lives.

Micheal: The sword of Heaven

Male presenting he/him

Micheal was the Seraphim who was closest to Lucifer, the two being inseparable until the creation of Edan took Lucifers full attention.

He was the one who personally enforced Lucifers exile, casting him out for betraying heaven for the sake of humans. Because of this, he has a huge chip on his shoulder when it comes to any mention of Luicfer.

Feeling scorned and betrayed on a far more personal level than any other member of the heavenly host, his pride and temper make him very biased when it comes to matters of Lucifer's realm and people.

He is very protective of heaven, intending to make sure another event like the one that released evil onto the world never occurs again.

He is the leader of heaven's official army, maintaining the safety and protection of all heavenborn and human souls under their jurisdiction.

Raphael: The healer

Male presenting he/him

Raphael is responsible for keeping all citizens of Heaven healthy and cared for. He works closely with Emily to make sure everyone receives any help they may need.

Even the virtuous souls of Hevean have things from their life that may weigh on their soul, and he ensures they have a safe space and the tools to come to terms with difficult situations and memories.

He is also in charge of the cherubim and guardian angels, making him one of the only ones who can permit heavenborn under him to visit the living world.

C.H.E.R.U.B. had permission from him to conduct their buisness. They were only permitted to vist souls that were destined for hell, to give them a second chance to turn their lives around and join their loved ones in Heaven. He was devastated by what happened with them.

Gabriel: The messenger

Genderfluid - presents differently depending on mood he/they/she

Gabriel is the only Seraphim who is allowed to appear directly to humans in the living world. He is also the one who blesses humans and steers important people on the right track.

He works closely with Uriel, who directs him to people who are destined to achieve greatness, but may may need a guiding hand to achieve it.

He is in constant vigil over humanity, able to sense both the most currupt, and most pure souls.

Of all the Seraphim, he is the one who has embraced human culture the most. Fascinated by the advancements they've made, and the creative solutions they come up with.

Unlike the majority of the Seraphim, Gabriel is of the opinion that evil has just as much a place in humanity as good does, that darkness is needed to emphasize the light. He often weighs the pros and cons of any situation, being one of the least biased of the heavenly host, and always willing to hear and weigh both sides of an argument.

Uriel: The eyes of heaven

Non binary they/them

Uriel very rarely interacts with heavenborn or human souls, keeping to themselves and mostly communicating only with their fellow Seraphim.

They are able to read the stars for prophecies, spending most of their time studying their movements and patterns.

Their prophecies and premonitions are something even they don't fully understand.

Though they can deliberately see into the future for certain events by entering a trance like state, it is not guaranteed for them to be successful if they try to force it.

Most of their visions are for humanity, of events that will shape them. They pass these onto Gabriel, who ensures that they happen as they've been fortold.

Their gift is one of the only reliable sources for what God intends to happen. Though they are often vauge and up for interpretation.

Their main priorities is in shaping humanity into what God designed them for. Not taking as much interest in the heavenborn, but in the human souls that make it both to heaven and hell.

On extremely rare occasions, they will get a premonition about Hell. Because of this, they are one of the few Seraphim that will contact Azrael to communicate their concerns.

They are very patient, non confrontational, and happy in their own solitude. Despite this, they have a talent for mediating disputes between the other Seraphim in a fair and calm way, not liking seeing them fighting amongst themselves.

Azrael: The unbound

Male presenting he/him

Also known as the Angel of death, mostly among human souls.

Azraels job is to maintain purgatory, a liminal realm between living and death. All the roads Souls must walk to be sorted into their respective afterlives reside in his domain.

The whole situation is mostly automated, but he is required to interfere the rare tomes when a restless soul tries to resist their chosen path.

Purgatory is also a place for souls who have no place in either heaven or hell. He is able to drag souls to this realm himself, which he does as a form of exile.

Not being bound to heaven, Hell, or the living world, he is able to freely travel between them at his leisure. Despite this, he does not appear as himself to living humans, often being completely unseen by them. On the rare occasion he's made contact with a living soul, he has to don a mortal disguise.

Lucifer: The dreamer The fallen

Male presenting he/him

Most commonly referred to as the morning star. He was previously referred to as 'heaven's brightest' and 'The light of heaven'.

Lucifer was a visionary in heaven, blessed with unlimited creativity and the power to manifest the beautiful things in his mind.

When Edan was created, he became infatuated with this brand new world and life that resided there. Despite warnings from his fellow Seraphim to not get too involved, none of which was louder than Micheal, Lucifer would often visit the first humans in the garden.

Lucifers relationship with the humans was taboo even before his exile. He was blamed for why Adam and Lilith had such a rift between then, despite him only becoming involved with Lilith after seeing how unhappy she was.

Despite his exile, he is still considered a Seraphim, and has a seat in the Senate that remains empty, as a reminder to them all that even Seraphim are not above repercussions for their actions.

Because of his calm and fair demeanour, he is unofficially recognised as the second most authoritative Seraphim after Sera, a fact that Michael resents, feeling like that role should go to him.

[slut-and-falcon]

More Wicked Headcannons (bookiscal canon)

- Elphaba isn’t a women but doesn’t have the language to identify her gender.

-the tribes of the Vinkus (Winkie country) have their own magic, as do the Quadlings. While Elphaba is out and about helping the resistance and animal refugees, she is also learning this magic with those whom are willing to share (some magic is closed to outsiders). She learns the different approaches and theories about magic, and it helps make her a more powerful witch.

-there was already a resistance against the Wizard when Elphaba becomes the face of it. While on the run, she is quickly intercepted by members of the resistance forces, brought to their leadership and everyone starts working collaboratively.

-Elphaba’s family tree is as such:

Oscar Diggs + Melena Thropp= Elphaba

Turtle Heart + Melena Thropp=Nessarose

Frexpar Thropp +Melena Thropp = Shell

A Quadling + Gilkeneese Munchkin=Melena Thropp

So Elphaba has kin ties to all parts of Oz- the north, east, south, and west!

-Shell grows up and becomes part of the resistance, he’s gay and has a great partner who is Vinkin. They live on the western boarder of Oz in an Animal town, and help Animals cross the impassable desert. Elphaba also passes on any orphaned Animals she has in to them if another Animal is not available to raise the orphan(s), so they run a pseudo Animal foster home. They also take in human children if there is a need.

-Elphaba loves politics, and when she is introduced to Fiyero’s father (the King of the Vinkus), they butt heads at first. However, Fiyero’s father eventually sees Elphaba as an equal, and as a strong ally. He also loves to get into political discussions with her, and playing chess with her.

-the Vinkus royal family are Animal sympathizers, but also recognized the Wizard’s plan for total control over Oz. They couldn’t afford a full out civil war, so they contributed heavily to the resistance in secret.

- the resistance in the Emerald City is majority made up of displaced women from Quadling territory, whom are forced to participate in sex work to survive. They end up using sex work as a cover for communicating, blackmailing the Wizard’s supporters, and for getting Animals safely out of the City. Elphaba, for a short time, was one of these sex workers, posing as both the sex worker, and as clientele to pass along information, share supplies and resources, and to extort Wizard supporters.

- Elphaba also poses as a maunt (a nun) to hide from the Wizard’s Gale Force, and to pass along resistance information and resources.

-Fiyero will and does sit on Elphaba’s lap

- once they are forced to leave Oz, Elphaba and Fiyero don’t truely leave Oz, they go live with Shell snd his partner, taking care of the Animals and children. The Vinkus royal family know their location, so that they can send warnings ahead if needed.

- Elphaba, with the help of various other magical folk around Oz, change Fiyero back to human, but can’t reverse the damage done by the Gale Force. They nurse him back to a relativity non-dying state, but he was hurt really badly by the Gale Force. They are able to stabilize his spine enough with magic and physical therapy that he is mobile, though he deals with severe chronic pain. He refuses all pain medication, citing a need to be of clear head in case the worse should happen. He’s also afraid of getting addicted.

-Elphaba doesn’t like getting her hair cut…the longest it ever was, it was down to the backs of her knees.

World building Headcannons:

-the Vinkus has many different climates. In the colder, more norther climates, mammoths roam. There are no Mammoths, and no one knows why. In same region, Dogs work together in teams to transport materials, people, other Animals, etc to places on sleds. Each year they have a Dog only race from Ugabu to the Lesser Kells.

- in Quadling country, there were rubies in the rivers-causing the water to look reddish. Now there are so many Quadling bodies mass dumped in the rivers due to the Wizard’s genocide of them, that the river flows red due to the blood. The surviving Quadlings were those whom were mixed raced, forced to assimilate into other parts of Oz. The rubies were dipped into green dye, and were used to build the Emerald City.

- there are parts of Munchkinland where the people dress extremely modestly- including face and hair coverings. This is where Elphaba gets the idea/fashion inspiration to hide her face (and skin)

- guns are strictly limited in Oz, per the Wizard’s orders. He saw what the American second amendment argued for and didn’t want the public to have such power to form militias.

- Princess Ozma is still alive, but kept prisoner by the Wizard. She is kept in a guarded, but empty Quadling government building in Qhoyre. The building is overgrown with jungle foliage, and is made from clay and clam shells and rubies from the rivers; it’s a beautiful prison.

- pirates sail the Restwater and Kellswater Great Lakes

Hmmm that’s all for now!

[noirdotm]

He Was Her Only Rule Broken

Telemachus × Fem!Reader

Boarder/Duvider by: @strangergraphics (check them out!!)

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Summary: A girl who's lived in the wilderness for a long time, hunting on her own. After a life full of pain, living with her parents, as her father hurt her mother and herself, she ran away, further into the woods, praying to the goddess of the moon, the goddess of wilderness to help her way through the forest on her run. Soon, becoming a patron to Artemis by the time she turned 15. Making a vow to never ever fall in love, to stay unmarried, til one day, as she was hunting for food, she shot her arrow, almost harming someone in the process…

Contains: Wholesomeness, fluff (like cute stuff, like a kiss, hugging, cuddling, you know)

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Chaper 2

It was a cloudy morning, as the cold morning air breezed through the town of Ithaca. Many people walking their own way, leaving a tavern from a long night of partying, still drunk, stumbling, as many people held onto the hands of their children while holding their tagari filled with many fruits or bread. As the young girl walked down the streets wearing her cloak, she managed to blend in within the crowd to not have any attention drawn to her. She had her head down, walking past many people going on about their day. Her eyes looked around, til her gaze landed on a stall. The stall had many fruits and vegetables, meat, and bread. The young girl hugged her stomach as she stared at the stall as it ached. Soon, without any hesitation, she made her way to the stall, her eyes gazing on the meat behind the person running the stall. She frowned a bit, not seeing a way to sneak by him. ‘Thats okay… Maybe… if i can grab just one piece of bread, than i'll be fine, just something… anything’ her thoughts running through her head as she stared at the many food items on the stall.

“What can i do for ya? Anything caught your eye?” A voice asked as they snapped the young girl out of her thoughts, she kind of looked up but not too much to show her face. She slowly nods her head no hopping he'd leave. “Ah, figured, well, if you ain't gonna buy anything, then please step back, we already have enough theives wandering around here” The man said with a bit of judgment lingering in his voice as he looked the cloaked girl up an down. The girl nods her head as she turned around. ‘Shoot… was he suspicious? Ah…’ she sighs, she could feel her stomach began to ache more. ‘Come now… where else can i eat something…’ She thought to herself, soon she looked up at the sky, the coulds still covered they sky, grey and cold, as if Zeus was threatening to unleash the faucet to allow the clouds to weep. ‘Artemis… please… help me’ She sighed closing her eyes bringing her head down, her head low.

The goddess of the wilderness words echoed into her mind from their conversation last night.

‘I cannot always pamper you’

She knew she was right. After all, she's 15, she is already passed the age of where, normally, girls her age would be married off to some guy…

The thought of being married made her skin crawl.

‘Marriage… what a joke’ she sighed. ‘Every single boy in the world is just alike… taking what's not theirs, prideful, and no ounce of kindness nor love within those eyes…just like him’ her eyes looked around the public as she walked away from the stall, ‘it's a concept that chains you down to a man who thinks they own you… How can the goddess of marriage defend that concept when she herself is stuck to a man who is unfaithful..’ The girl wondered as she watched as many couples would walk by, some looked happy, some looked… afraid… mainly the women looked afraid.

The young girl's eyes narrowed as she would stop seeing how… frightened a woman would look next to a man with a cocky grin, with his eyes filled with pride… no ounce of love for his supposed lover. Her heart ached for the woman as her gaze softened, her body threatening to move to her. However, she held on to the ounce of control she had, she watched as the couple walked by her, seeing the couple… gave her too many memories that made her body ache, and her heart rage as her gaze went back to the man.

The older gentlemen saw her gaze, he puffed up his chest as if to threaten her as his prideful smile fell glaring back at her, though they continued to walk.

‘Boys… they disgust me…’ her glare grew sharper, soon the couple was long gone from her sight. Soon the word ‘boy’ echoed through her mind.

‘Boy?...boy… BOY!’ Her eyes lighten up. ‘The apple tree from last night! How could I forget!’ She quickly ran, running between the buildings as she made her way into the forest.

***

“Watch your tongue boy” a grown man's voice hissed, looking down to a smaller one. “Antinous please, he's only a child” an older maid said in a gentle tone, she was in between the two, protecting Telemachus. “Someone needs to teach this kid some manners” he hissed. The young prince, Telemachus whipped his nose as his glare sharpened at the man, Antinous clicked his tongue. “Better watch how you look at me kid, you're lucky you are the queens son… or else you'd be dead” Antinous smirked as many of the suitors that were around chuckled. Telemachus narrowed his eyes. “Hey… maybe if you were a good little pup and let us enter your tramp of mother door and allow us to have our fun, than maybe we'd think twice about ever harming you” Antinous licked his lips as many suitors laughed. This made Telemachus blood boil as he was about to attack Antinous but the older maid held Telemachus back. “DON’T YOU DARE SPEAK ABOUT HER IN THAT MANNER YOU-” Before Telemachus could finish, the older hand maiden spoke up. “Come now, your majesty, let's go get you cleaned up” the maid said gently as she turned Telemachus around as she gently guided him away from the suitors. Telemachus huffed as he turned his head slightly to the Suitors.“Yea, run along now, little pup” Antinous mocked, making Telemachus clench his fist tightly, making his finger slightly turn white. Though he followed the maid as he held his hand to his nose.

Soon, the maid lead him to his own chambers as she handed him a warm wet cloth for him to hold onto his nose. “Young prince, you mustn't cause a scene, you'll bring your mother too much stress than she already has” The maid said as she helped clean the blood from his nose and hand.

“Eurycleia… I did my best to keep calm… but-”

“No buts” the maid, Eurycleia says as she sighs, shaking her head. “Listen, I know their comments about the queen are.. “

“Absolute gross and degrading to my mother?” Telemachus asked to cut off Eurycleia with his tone harsh as he rolled his eyes. “Yes… but you mustn't let it get to you-” Eurycleia says as she sighs. “But it's infuriating! Not only do they speak about my mother like she is some trophy to be won. They ram, shak this place, and make a mess having no care!” Telemachus fummed as he begans to rant about the suitors' presences.

“You’re as stubborn as your father… Honestly, at least your father managed to control his rage at your age” Eurycleia says as she gives a gentle chuckle. Telemachus' eyes lit up hearing his father being mentioned. “You think.. I'm like my father?” Telemachus asked curiously. Eurycleia nods her head. “Why of course, you are much more like him than you think young one” Eurycleia smiles softly as she slowly stands up straight, careful to not hurt herself

“How so?” Telemachus asked as he slowly moved the cloth from his nose. Eurycleia sighs as she moves his hand back to his nose. “For starters, you both love getting into some sort of trouble” Eurycleia sighs, shaking her head.

“Secondly, you're very much intelligent and cunning just like your father” Eurycleia continued, til her smile transformed into a grin. “And you are both are very much handsome, you have his facial structure when he was your age” She lightly chuckled. Telemachus chuckles lightly at the old maid. “Thanks… Eurycleia” Telemachus smiles softly, his gaze becoming grateful,6 as if to tell her how grateful he was to have her. Eurycleia smiles softly. “Now, now, don't get too sensitive on me” She lightly chuckled.

“By the way, where were you the night before?” Eurycleia asked as she goes to sit on the bed next to Telemachus. “Oh, well, i was out on a walk, mother wanted me to get my mind off of things” Telemachus sighs as he sniffles, he removed the cloth from his nose to check how much blood he lost. Eurycleia chuckles as she shook her head, she then guided his hand with the cloth back to his nose. “Really? It was quite late for you to be out”

“Yeah well… if it weren't for those scum of the earth… I wouldn't have gone out so late…” Telemachus huffed as he glared to the side of the room away from Eurycleia. “Ah yes…Their parties and their… activities… are quite… tired sum, but as a prince, you have other duties to worry about” Eurycleia says with a gentle tone as her eyes soften. Telemachus' eyes soften as he looks down at his laps. “Maybe, what your mother meant by letting your mind wander, is maybe focus on your studies, and fill in for your father with meetings and such” Eurycleia would say with a gentle smile. Telemachus smiles a little and looks up at Eurycleia, “maybe…” Telemachus says as his mind wanders off into his thoughts.

Eurycleia then stood up from the bed and began to walk over to the door.“Now, please do your best to stay away from your mothers suitors, i'm too frail to keep protecting you like this boy” Eurycleia jokingly says, making Telemachus chuckle along. “Okay…”

As Eurycleia left his chambers, Telemachus sighed as he removed the cloth from his face, he didn’t feel any more blood coming from it, he placed the cloth on his bed and laid back as he looked at the ceiling. ‘How will I be able to keep my mother safe… if I can't even fight back?’ Telemachus asked himself as his gaze shifted from wondering to worry. ‘On top of that… how will I ever live up to everyones expectations to fill in fathers role when he's away?’

He tossed to the side laying on it staring at his pillows then to the otherside to the wall with a window looking out, the sky was dark, as the clouds threatened to cry. He sighs as he gets up and walks over to the window as he sits on the windowsill. “...where are you?” He mumbled under his breath as he continued to look out the window. He has the perfect view of the ocean, and of the garden that leads to the forest on the side. His gaze lingered at the ocean for a moment longer. “...how much longer will you keep us waiting?” Telemachus asked, as if he was talking to someone… though there was no response. Soon he saw an owl fly by his window… a familiar owl… “an owl?... during the mid day?” He asked himself as he watched the owl fly into the forest. At first he didn't think much of it, he shrugs, before his gaze left the forest, a thought echoed in his mind. “...I wonder…” he mumbles under his breath. Soon Telemachus got on his feet and left his chambers, running down the halls. There were a few times he almost knocked into some of the servants, but luckily he missed them. He ran into the garden to get to the forest managing to avoid any contact from the suitors.

***

Telemachus spent 20 minutes in the forest looking for that same owl. “Where did you go?” He asked as if he was going to get an answer. “...last time, you went… this way” Telemachus mumbled as he followed his steps, going through the bushes, retracing his steps from the night before. Soon stumbling upon the apple tree he saw before last night again. He looked around the area, continuing his search for the owl. “Hello!... is anyone there?” Telemachus shouted. But there was no answer.

Telemachus' gaze landed on the familiar apple tree. It was night time the last time he saw it, even though the clouds covered the sun, it wasn't quite as dark. He walks closer to the tree as he runs his fingers across the oak. His eyes observed the colors of the wood, and the green leaves blew wherever the breeze was came. The scent of the sweetness the apples gave. It was quite… relaxing to say the least. He then leaned his back against the tree, sighing. His mind wandered off once more as he looked up at the leaves and the apples on the tree. His thoughts went back to the suitors, to his mother, then to his father he never met. The suitor's words echoed through his mind like an unwanted fly buzzing around. Like the plague he cannot seem to get rid of.

Before Telemachus could begin his monologue, the leaves rustled from the trees snapping Telemachus out of his thoughts, there weren't any strong winds, not that Telemachus could feel. Telemachus narrowed his eyes trying to see what was up in the tree, and soon, an apple fell on his head. “Ow..” Telemachus winced as he rubbed his head, soon when he looked up, his eyes widened as he held his arms out. Soon catching a person falling from the tree.

“Woah, are you okay?” He asked with concern in his voice. However it changed when he recognized the face… how could he forget.

“Woah… oh! Thanks for catching me” ___ says as she holds a few apples in her arms. The girl didn't notice who caught her, but what she did pay attention, was taking a bite of an apple she had.

Telemachus' eyes widened. “___?” Telemachus asked, the name that left the boy's lips sounded as if he remembered his name finally and he was quite speechless. What were the chances of running into the same person near a tree from the night before so soon? The girl's eyes widened as she quickly looked up at Telemachus. “Oh… it's you…” the girl's voice grew a bit bitter as she rolled her eyes. Telemachus soon put her down as the girl took another bite from her apple as she stood up straight, her cloak was over her body but her hood was off her head revealing her slick hair and her beautiful eyes. “Not so fond of me… are you?” Telemachus asked with a small bitter chuckle. She's pretty, but the way she talks to him is something he might not get used to…right?

“Would you be happy to see someone who's the reason they didn't have dinner last night?” The girl asked as she glared at the boy. Telemachus sighs as he rubs the back of his head. “Listen, it was an accident, i wasn't expecting to see anyone out here late at night” Telemachus sighs, “not to mention, i wasn't expecting anyone to be hunting at night” Telemachus added. Soon his eyes landed on a bunch of apples the girl picked from the apple tree.

The girl saw his gaze, and looked down where his gaze landed on. Soon the girl gave a sharp glare to Telemachus as she was a bit in a defensive mode. “What? Wanna take my breakfast too?” she snapped a little with her town in a low growl.

“What? No!” Telemachus shook his head. “And you should be careful how you speak to people!” Telemachus finally snapped as he placed his hands on his hips. The girl gave Telemachus a blank stare looking him up and down. “What?” Telemachus asked a bit hesitant with her stare.

“You? Giving me a lecture? To someone who you hardly know, about the way I speak to people?” She asked with a mockery tone. Telemachus sighed as his annoyance started to grow a little bit. Though, he couldn’t help but chuckle at her bluntness. “What's so funny?” She asked with a glare. “Oh, nothing” Telemachus responds with a slight smirk shaking his head.

“As a little boy, you sure know how to press buttons,” the girl says. “But then again, I guess every boy does…,” she bluntly said as she took a bite of her apple. “And you have a nasty attitude…” Telemachus sighs. “And little? Excuse you, I'll let you know that I'm 15 years old!” Telemachus says as he points to himself. “15? You look 12” She says with a slightly mockery chuckle irking the poor boy.

“You look a bit scrawny… and weak” she bluntly states as she finishes her apple. “I doubt you can hold a sword, let alone fight your battle” she added as she tossed the core of the apple to Telemachus. Telemachus almost dropped it but caught it, he looked up at the girl with an annoyed look on his face. “I can, as a matter of fact, hold a sword!”

“But can you use it?” She asked with an eyebrow raised. “I'm sorry, but a lady who can barely shoot a bow shouldn't be talking about how one can handle using a sword” Telemachus says, crossing his arms watching as the girl eats another apple. He raises a brow as he looks at the apple and up at the tree then back at where the path of the palace is at.

“Did you pick those from this tree?” Telemachus asked

“I did… why?” ____(your name here(chat if i read this i'd start getting triggered too-)) asked in a cautious way. Clearly she wasn't taking him seriously. Telemachus thought carefully on what to say next.

“You know…” Telemachus began as he slowly walked up to _____ as he took an apple from her arms and placed the core with the bunch. The girl growled a little as she took a step back. “This tree is on the property of the royal family of Ithaca …” Telemachus casually says as he cleans the apple on his tunic.

“So? It's not like they pay any mind, especially not when their palace has many suitors whom they are preoccupied with.” ____ bluntly states. “That's true… however, if they were to find out… you do know you could get in trouble for trespassing and taking from the royal family” Telemachus states. ____ tense up a bit, her grip on the apples tightens as her mockery look turns into a sharp glare once more. “Oh? And you plan to tell on me?” ____ asked with a hiss in her voice. Telemachus didn't say a word as he walked over to the tree and leaned on it taking a bite from the apple.

“You expect me to believe anyone would believe you? Please, you're as guilty as I am” ____ states. Telemachus paused for a moment. ‘Wait…does she not know who I am?’ Telemachus thought for a moment, maybe, this was his chance. A chance for what?

An escape? What if this is what his mother meant by letting his mind wander somewhere else, to forget about the suitors. Telemachus smirked and shook his head. “Yes.. you're right, I am as guilty for standing here” Telemachus laughs a little.

____ couldn't help but grin, as if she won the argument. “You know, I have a feeling we're gonna run into each other quite often” Telemachus begins as he sits down under the apple tree. He pats the spot next to him, as if he's asking her to sit next to him. “How about we get to know one another and become friends” Telemachus gave her a smile. ____ was quite stunned, she wasn't expecting him to be so…nice?

Boys aren't usually as kind as him, most would get furious when she blatantly speaks in a tone that disrespects them. ____ hesitates for a moment, but then she does go and sit next to Telemachus, she was a few inches away from him to keep distance but she does places her apples down on the ground.

“...so, I never got your name… i only know you as the guy who messed up my shot” ____ say with a hesitant, confused, and curious look. Telemachus couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle leading to a gentle smile, sensing the discomfort from the girl. “My name is Telemachus”

“Telemachus…” ____ repeated as if she was trying to mesmerize the name. “Well Telemachus, I hope next time, you pay attention to your surroundings so next time i don't accidentally almost kill you” the girl chuckles, making Telemachus roll his eyes.

Soon they both began talking to one another, there was playful banter and such between the two, as their dislike for one another turned into a sweeter taste. “No way, your father left for war before you could remember him?” ____ asked as she tilted her head. “Wow, you must have been more of a pain for your father” she laughs making Telemachus sigh but lightly chuckle. “Oh hush” Telemachus chuckles. He then looked over to see her finish eating the last of the apples she had picked. “Though… I suppose your father going to war is a very noble thing for him to do…” ____ smiles softly as she looks down at the core of the apple before tossing it. “What about you?” Telemachus asked curiously.

“Me?” ____ asked, she was a bit hesitant as she turned her head to the curious look of the boy. “yeah…where are your parents?” Telemachus asked, tilting his head with interest. “Now that I think about it, yeah, where are they? Aren't you supposed to be helping your mother or father with anything” Telemachus asked. The girl hesitated to speak as she looked down at the floor once more leaning her back against the apple tree. “My parents…” ____ mumbled a bit, trying to gather on what to say next. It was silent, Telemachus' interest grew more as he leaned in to listen.

Before a moment longer

“Their dead…” ____ bluntly says. Telemachus' eyes widened as he moved back, but soon he frowned a bit, feeling empathy for her. “I'm… sorry to hear”

“Don’t be” the girl plainly says with a smile. “I've grown used to living alone”

“Where do you live?” Telemachus asked as he raised a brow. “Woah buddy, we aren't close friends yet” ____laughed as Telemachus sighs rolling his eyes.

“Ha ha, very funny” Telemachus smirked a bit. Soon a loud thunderous sound came scaring the two. “By the Zues up above, what has angered him?” ____ hissed a bit as she looked up at the sky, it was still cloudy threatening rain.

“I should be heading back” Telemachus sighs as he also looks up. “What? Scared of thunder?” ____ teased. Telemachus laughed rolling his eyes. “No! Why would I be scared?” Telemachus asked. “I'll have you know, I'm scared of nothing” Telemachus playfully says as he puts his hand on his chest.

“Whatever you say” ____ says.

“Well, if I want to be some sort of legend, I shouldn't be afraid of anything” Telemachus says in a matter of fact way making the girl roll her eyes. “Really? Not even a cyclops or a hydra?” ____ asked as she raised a brow. “Nope!” Telemachus laughs a little as ____ had a small smirk on her face.

The girl watched as Telemachus stood up as he dusted himself off, ____ couldn't help but her smile becoming soft…

“So… I assume you'll be back here?” Telemachus asked as he looked over to the girl. “Perhaps…why?” She asked as she stood up. “Hm… lets meet here once more” Telemachus says with enthusiasm. “Tomorrow! When the sun reaches the very top of the earth” Telemachus says with a smile on his face. “Why would you want see me again?” ____ asked tilting her head. Telemachus looks at the girl, her eyes revealing the shock and curiosity. In her eyes, looked pained and alone, and Telemachus felt sympathy for the girl.

“Well… I was hoping that since we get along now… we could be friends?” Telemachus sheepishly says as he smiles nervously, scratching his chin a bit as his gaze looks away from ____. The girl froze, as if he spoke an unknown language to her. “Friends?” ____ whispers as she tilts her head. “you…you seriously want to be my friend?” ____ asked, her eyes widened a bit as she pointed at herself. Telemachus nodded his head, confirming her question. “I…I never…”

“It's okay!” Telemachus cuts her off. “I never had a friend either!…well besides my dog” Telemachus chuckles a little. There was a long pause, which made Telemachus worry a bit. Soon, the girl smiled softly as her gaze was gentle, Telemachus' eyes widened a bit. He never really expected her attitude to change all of a sudden to a gentle one…

“Okay… I'll meet you here tomorrow then” ____ says with a big smile on her face. The breeze flew by hitting the two, Telemachus couldn't help but smile as well

‘We were both 15 when we met….’

‘If only I knew… that was the day things started to change…’

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(Note: Nah, im sorry for a long chapter 😔 I didn't think it'd be this long...)

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