#but then again i didn’t think it was real food

[imsofreakingtired]

Sevika Jain: contemporary au headcanons

contemp!sevika who grew up in a cramped apartment in jackson heights, queens, who remembers the hindi songs playing on the radio, the worn leather seats of her father’s old car, the corners with small restaurants that served the best indian food, the hip-hop blasting from around the block, the jingle of the icee man's cart in the public park, the air conditioned library that was too quiet and was her favorite place in the world for that reason, her relatives flocking in the kitchen talking over each other as the smell of dal makhani wafts through the rooms

contemp!sevika who remembers the close knit community of little india, following her mother around the markets on 74th street for a new lehenga to wear to her cousin’s wedding, biting back the urge to ask her mother if she couldn’t wear a sherwani instead, because she can feel her mother’s stress at trying to find something affordable and respectable already 

contemp!sevika who grew up speaking seven indian dialects but lost her mother tongue gradually as public school taught her to be ashamed of her accent, but feels the lost language like a missing part of her soul as she grows older and tries to relearn it 

contemp!sevika who knew her parents would always adore her younger brother more than her, whom she adored and protected fiercely as well, but would feel the unequal love like a wound that never closed

contemp!sevika who used to pray every night that god would turn her into a boy, because she felt that if she were born a boy maybe her parents would love her more, maybe she would be able to be more helpful and get a real job, maybe the world would forgive her for the way she was built

contemp!sevika who remembers the pressure of money problems that hung over the household like a cloud and deepened the wrinkles in her parents’ faces, who felt constantly guilty for her existence as a result 

contemp!sevika who grew up too quickly and was always the silent tall girl in her class, the girl with an accent and an awkward walk, the girl who got into fights and didn’t listen to the teachers, the girl who always seemed to fall behind no matter how hard she tried to please 

contemp!sevika who remembers the sting of her father’s palm after he discovered she was going around with a girl in her high school, his rapid fire words telling her that he and her mother did not bring her into this country for her to mix with the social outcasts

contemp!sevika who continued to date girls, who dropped out of high school and left home at seventeen to work for her uncle’s car repair shop, who never showed it but mourned the estrangement from her little brother (who excelled in school and was the son she always wished she could be)

contemp!sevika who returned home and enrolled in community college and tried again to bend herself into the mold her parents had made for her, who felt in the back of her mind that she had failed them, but gradually had to accept that she would never live up to their standards

contemp!sevika who never heard her father say the words “i love you”, or her mother saying the words “i’m proud of you”, but remembers the way her father would stand in the doorway watching over her when she was sick, the way her mother would always leave a plate of panipuri for her when she got back from school 

contemp!sevika who found solace in the circles of friends in college, who graduated and went on to engineering school, who would always think of her father with equal parts love and rage, who would always feel off, like she didn’t quite belong anywhere

contemp!sevika who will soon grow into herself, who will stay in her beloved city and never forget where she came from, who she used to be—the oldest daughter of indian immigrants, the student who never felt like she was enough, the woman who raged against the system, the tall angry quiet girl from queens.

[suzukiblu]

First 1k of the 5k I promised y'all as a thank-you for helping me out with that car insurance bill behind the cut; “YJ packs up and gets pupped”. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

He’d cry a lot harder, probably, but–no, he wouldn’t mind. Like . . . literally zero percent would he mind . . . mind anyone doing that for him. Even if Red Tornado only smells like metal and wires and machinery and, like, a little bit of clumsy scenting from Traya and maybe an even littler, subtle bit of it from, like–Kathy . . . 

Kon feels like an asshole for thinking it, but a dude who is a literal machine and doesn’t even have a designation or pheromones having, like–having even estranged packmates when he doesn’t even . . . when he’s never actually . . . 

Even in Hawaii, he didn’t have a pack. Like–Rex and Roxy had their family pack, and Tana had her family pack, and Dubbilex is a null and totally uninterested in packing up with anybody, which sometimes some shitty part of Kon’s wondered if that’s, like–if that’s why Cadmus picked Dubbilex to be his stupid fake “chaperone” or . . . whatever. Because Dubbilex–Dubbilex wouldn’t ever get too–too– 

Kon’s pretty fucking positive that Dubbilex doesn’t really think of him the way he’s sometimes wished the guy would either. And Roxy–Roxy’s the closest thing he’s ever had to a sibling unless he counts Match, who literally thinks he’s just a shitty prototype and nothing else, but she wasn’t–she wasn’t his pack sibling or anything like that. And even if she had been, he doesn’t even know where she is now; hasn’t even seen her in months. More months than he even actually remembers it being, since he spent a real significant portion of that time, like–literally out of his mind on gross fucked-up amnesia drugs that made him literally feral, so . . . 

And it’s not like it’s not, like–public, that he’s back and currently working for Cadmus and rolling with Young Justice and all that. If Roxy or Tana or anybody wanted to find him . . . they could find him, if they wanted to. 

But they haven’t. 

He misses Hawaii so bad right now. Like . . . all the time, really. But especially right now. 

“Then I will do it,” Red Tornado says. It sounds the same exact way he just said it, like he’s just replaying a recording or something. Like he saved a copy of it the first time, because he was already planning to say it again. 

Kon is definitely gonna be mortified about this later, he thinks as he scrubs the sleeve of his jacket across his wet eyes. 

“Okay,” he manages. “Uh–okay. Uh. Thanks.” 

He–he could use more stuff to nest with, definitely, and if Red Tornado brings it he won’t have to leave his nest for it, and like . . . the food and drinks or whatever wouldn’t hurt either, obviously. He didn’t think to get anything like that ready while he was distracted looking for stuff with everybody’s scents to nest with and when the Super-Cycle offered him a nesting pit to just–when the Super-Cycle made him a nesting pit in itself to use–well, like. Then he hadn’t really cared, after that. Like . . . that had not been a thing he was worried about, after that. So . . . so if Red Tornado doesn’t mind getting him some of that stuff before he goes . . . wherever he goes to, like, hang out when he’s on his own, well . . . like, that’d be . . . that’d be . . . 

Nice, Kon admits to himself, though that’s embarrassing to think even when he’s already all overemotional and weird anyway. 

But–but it would be. Nobody’s . . . nobody’s gonna come “attend” him, or even just . . . just be here with him, so . . . so it’d be nice, if Red Tornado would . . . would get him a couple things, and he could . . . could pretend like . . . like somebody–like he’d had somebody who– 

Red Tornado he guesses does count as somebody who’d, like, “attend” him a little, but like . . . not like a packmate would. Like . . . in a pack, somebody does . . . “attend” people who’re presenting in it. Somebody–stays, at least. 

Kon guesses the Super-Cycle’s technically volunteered to do that, so like . . . so that’s already better than he thought he was gonna get. And he did find everybody’s scents–or at least, almos everybody’s scents and Robin’s blockers–so if Red Tornado gets him more stuff to nest with too . . . 

That’s–definitely better than he thought he was gonna get, yeah. 

“Is there anyone I will need to make sure the security measure will allow entry to the base?” Red Tornado asks, and Kon–startles, a little. 

“Uh–what?” he asks stupidly, not understanding what he means. What’s . . . ? 

Red Tornado tilts his head, very slightly. 

“To attend to you,” he says. “Did you invite anyone without prior security clearance, or are they a member of the team?” 

“I–they’ve got packs,” Kon says reflexively, too confused to bite it back. But . . . “Like . . . they’ve all got–packs. And, like–school and shit, anyway. I wouldn’t . . . I wouldn’t bug ‘em with this.” 

He doesn’t even know if . . . like, why even would they come, if he actually . . . 

Red Tornado’s expression doesn’t change, obviously. Like, his expression is literally physically incapable of changing. He doesn’t even adjust the tilt of his head or shift his center of balance or–anything at all, really. Doesn’t even make that electric humming fridge-compressor sound again. 

Kon suddenly feels like something about him just changed, though. 

“I see,” Red Tornado says. “Who will I need to provide security clearance for, then?” 

“Um,” Kon says, and tries not to cringe. “You–don’t. It’s–fine. Like, I don’t–it’s fine. I didn’t, like . . . call anybody, or anything. I’m just gonna, you know–crash for a day or two, and then like, I’ll put everything away and run the scent-scrubbers and everything. That’s, like–that’s all. I don’t need, like . . . ‘attended’, or whatever. Like–I’m not gonna bother anybody with that.” 

Red Tornado’s just looking at him with the exact same expression, but it still feels like something’s changed.

[00valentina-writes00]

hi! I really love your writing, especially the Sevika ones. Do you mind writing a part 2 to the Accidental Death Wish story? thank you so much!

(I’ve never done this before so I hope I did it right)

✞⛧ Accidental death wish (part two)✞⛧

(Link to part one)

Warnings: Social awkwardness that might make your skin crawl, sevika is sevika, highschool au sevika

The next few days were a blur of self-inflicted embarrassment and a growing sense of dread. You were pretty sure the entire school knew about the “incident” with Sevika—her friends had made sure of that. You could hear their snickers whenever you walked by, and the way some people would glance at you, whispering behind their hands, made you feel like an alien in your own school. Every time you walked past her, Sevika’s piercing gaze would catch yours, sharp and unforgiving, and you’d instinctively shrink under the weight of it. You had never felt so small.

But the real problem was lunch. Or, more specifically, the fact that you had agreed to buy Sevika lunch for the next month. Your stomach churned at the thought of it, but what choice did you have? She had made it clear from the start that there was no escaping the deal, and when she said she had “eyes everywhere,” you believed her. You could barely hold eye contact with her during the brief moments you passed in the hallway, let alone stand up to her.

So here you were again, tray in hand, walking into the cafeteria. The lunchroom had a different atmosphere now. The chatter was louder, the whispers sharper, and every now and then, you’d hear a snicker from the corner of the room. The weight of the situation was getting to you, but what else could you do? There was no way you could back out now.

Your eyes scanned the room for Sevika, and you spotted her right away. She was sitting at her usual table, her back to you, flanked by her friends. They were all laughing about something, and Sevika was leaning back in her chair, hands behind her head as she casually surveyed the room. Despite the casualness of her posture, there was something intimidating about her presence. Even from across the cafeteria, you could feel the weight of her stare, like a pressure that made the air thick.

Taking a deep breath, you made your way over to the table, every step feeling like it took a year. When you got closer, Sevika turned her head and looked at you with that same calculating gaze, her lips curling into a smirk. You tried to ignore the way your heart skipped a beat at the sight, but it was hard to. She had that effect on you.

“You’re late,” Sevika said, her voice low and a little teasing. She didn’t look at you directly but seemed to be inspecting her nails, as though you weren’t worth her full attention.

“Sorry,” you muttered, setting the tray down in front of her. You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact. “I had to wait in line.”

“Uh-huh,” she replied, giving you a dismissive wave. “Whatever. I’m hungry, so hurry up. You know the deal.”

You nodded quickly and sat down across from her, trying to keep your focus on the food in front of you. But the tension in the air made it almost impossible to eat. Sevika wasn’t the type to let things go easily, and you could feel her eyes on you, even if you refused to look up.

The silence between you stretched, thick and awkward, and just when you thought you might suffocate from it, Sevika finally spoke.

“You’re not getting off that easy, you know,” she said, her voice casual, but there was an edge to it. “A month’s a long time, and I don’t want you thinking you can just slide by and forget. You’re gonna make up for that mess you made—big time.”

You swallowed hard, trying to push down the nervous lump in your throat. “I know,” you replied softly. “I—I’m just… not used to this.”

Sevika raised an eyebrow, a half smile playing on her lips. “Used to what? Being a doormat?” she asked, her tone teasing but with a bite of something else. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who tries to avoid trouble.”

“I just… keep to myself,” you muttered, your gaze fixed on your tray. “I don’t like drawing attention.”

Sevika leaned forward slightly, her smirk turning into something a little more dangerous. “You’re already drawing attention, sweetheart,” she said, her voice low and teasing. “What makes you think you can hide? You’ve got a target on your back now.”

You flinched at the words, the reality of your situation sinking in. There was no going back now. Sevika was right. You couldn’t avoid her, and you couldn’t avoid the eyes that were on you. It was as if you were a piece on her chessboard, and she was deciding when to move you, how far, and whether or not you’d even have a say in the matter.

The tension in the air was palpable, and for a moment, it felt like the whole cafeteria was holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. You felt exposed, vulnerable under Sevika’s unwavering gaze.

“Look,” she continued, her voice softening ever so slightly. “I don’t actually mind you. You’re… interesting. A little quiet, but not bad.”

You blinked, surprised by the shift in her tone. Sevika wasn’t known for being warm or considerate. She was tough, unyielding. People were scared of her, and for good reason. Her reputation was built on intimidation, on strength, and on always being the one in control. So hearing her speak so casually, almost… gently, caught you off guard.

“Thanks?” you said, unsure of how to respond. Your mind was spinning, trying to make sense of what was happening. One moment she was threatening you with the wrath of a hungry lion, and the next, she was acting almost… normal?

Sevika just shrugged, clearly not expecting a big reaction. “Whatever,” she said nonchalantly, grabbing a fry off her tray and popping it in her mouth. “I’m not gonna bite your head off or anything. Just don’t forget who’s got the upper hand here.”

You nodded quickly, not trusting yourself to say anything else. The last thing you wanted was to piss her off again.

The next few days went by in a blur of awkwardness, as you tried your best to follow through on your promise to buy Sevika lunch without causing more problems. The cafeteria became a minefield you had to navigate carefully, each step and every interaction with Sevika feeling like it might be your last. You never knew when she’d decide to push you too far, and yet, as the days wore on, something strange began to happen.

Sevika’s presence, once terrifying and overpowering, became… a little more familiar. Sure, she still had that tough exterior and the ability to make anyone within a ten-foot radius feel like they were walking on eggshells, but there were moments, fleeting moments, when she’d look at you and her expression would soften—just a fraction, but enough for you to notice.

One day, after you had dropped off her lunch at the table, she surprised you by speaking to you outside the cafeteria, away from the eyes of her friends.

“You’re doing better,” Sevika remarked casually, leaning against the lockers. “I expected you to screw it up by now. But you’re still here, still bringing me lunch every day.”

You glanced up at her, unsure of how to respond to the compliment. Was it a compliment? Or was she just mocking you? “I don’t want to make things worse,” you admitted quietly.

Sevika’s gaze softened, and for a moment, you caught a glimpse of something beneath her tough exterior “It’s not about making things worse,” she said, her voice quieter now. “It’s about knowing when to keep your head down and when to stand your ground.”

You met her eyes then, and for the first time, you felt like you understood her a little better. Sevika wasn’t just a bully, wasn’t just the fearsome hockey player everyone whispered about. There was more to her than that, and maybe, just maybe, there was room for you to be a part of that story.

“So,” Sevika continued, her smirk returning. “You still think you’re just some quiet nobody? Or are you starting to figure out you’re more than that?”

You blinked, unsure of how to respond, but one thing was clear: Sevika was no longer just a threat. She was someone you couldn’t ignore anymore. And, for better or for worse, that meant your world was about to get a whole lot more complicated.

It had been a week since you’d first entered Sevika’s orbit, and while the awkwardness was starting to fade, the underlying tension was still there. Every day, you brought her lunch, trying to keep your head down, avoid making waves, and maybe—just maybe—earn a little peace. You’d managed to survive the first week, but you had no illusions that you were safe from Sevika’s sharp tongue.

Today, as usual, you were tasked with buying her lunch. You’d thought maybe getting her Dairy Queen would be a small way to mix it up—plus, you were craving it yourself, so it worked out. You hoped the familiarity of the gesture might somehow break the tension between the two of you, even if you didn’t fully understand what was going on between you and the intimidating hockey jock.

When you approached her table in the cafeteria, her friends immediately took notice of the bags of ice cream in your hands. Sevika’s gaze, as sharp as ever, flicked up from her phone, and a small, amused smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. The others at the table didn’t even try to hide their snickers.

“Didn’t think you’d be dumb enough to actually get me Dairy Queen,” Sevika said, her voice dripping with mockery. She sat back in her chair, her arms crossed, the leather of her varsity jacket creaking slightly as she stretched out. “You really are a sucker.”

You slid the bag toward her, trying not to let your anxiety show. “It’s—uh—what I got for you today,” you mumbled, glancing down at your tray. Your body felt stiff, but you forced yourself to remain standing instead of sitting across from her, feeling the weight of all eyes on you.

Sevika raised an eyebrow, then grabbed the bag and ripped it open. “Guess I’ll let this one slide. For today,” she said, her smirk never leaving her face.

You nodded, grateful that she hadn’t made a bigger scene, though the uneasy feeling in your stomach didn’t go away.

The conversation around the table flowed naturally among Sevika’s friends, but you could feel the weight of her gaze on you. When you caught her eyes for a second, her expression softened for a split second, though you quickly dismissed it as a trick of the light. Sevika wasn’t the type to show softness—not around people who could witness it.

But then, as you took a bite of your own ice cream, you felt the familiar chill of the cafeteria air seep into your bones. The temperature seemed to drop by the minute, and your body couldn’t quite keep up with the coldness. You tried to shake it off, but your hands trembled slightly, betraying you.

It was nothing unusual, you thought. You were always cold—always shivering in the unrelenting air-conditioned cafeteria. But Sevika seemed to notice it immediately.

“What’s with you?” she grunted, narrowing her eyes. “Why the hell are you shaking?”

You froze, not wanting to admit you were just cold. “I—I’m fine,” you stuttered, hunching your shoulders in an attempt to make yourself smaller. “Just… a little chilly, that’s all.”

“Chilly?” Sevika scoffed. “You look like you’re about to start shaking apart. You okay, or are you just being dramatic for attention?”

You felt your face flush, and you wished you could disappear into the ground. “I’m not being dramatic,” you muttered, suddenly desperate to hide the fact that your teeth were now lightly chattering. “I’ll be fine.”

She didn’t respond right away, but you caught her eyes flicking over your body once more, lingering on your trembling frame. And then, to your surprise, something happened that you hadn’t expected—Sevika stood up.

You blinked in confusion as she unzipped her varsity jacket, revealing the faded black shirt underneath. Before you could say anything, she tossed the jacket at you.

“Put it on,” she said simply, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You blinked again, not quite understanding. “What?”

“You’re shaking like a damn leaf. Put it on,” she ordered, voice laced with her usual gruff tone, but with an edge of something that felt… almost caring?

You hesitated, unsure whether you should accept the jacket or not. Sevika wasn’t exactly known for her kindness. Still, her unrelenting glare made it clear she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

Slowly, you draped the jacket around your shoulders. It was warm, and it smelled like leather and something faintly spicy—probably the same scent that lingered around Sevika wherever she went. For a brief moment, the warmth seemed to push away the uncomfortable cold that had been gnawing at you. The jacket felt heavy and strangely comforting.

“You still gonna stand there and act like you’re not freezing?” Sevika’s voice broke through your thoughts. “Better? Or are you too proud to admit you were about to freeze your ass off?”

You frowned at her. “I’m not proud of it. I just didn’t want to bother you.”

Sevika rolled her eyes dramatically, making you feel even more small in her presence. “You’re really fucking dumb, you know that? Just take the damn jacket without making a scene. You’re not bothering me. You’re not bothering me at all.”

Her words didn’t make much sense to you, but you didn’t argue. You pulled the jacket closer around you, feeling the warmth spreading through your body.

“Well,” Sevika continued, her tone already back to its usual sharpness. “You owe me, remember? This doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. Lunch every day, for a month. Don’t forget it.”

“Right,” you muttered, too embarrassed to speak any louder. It was hard to stay focused with Sevika still watching you like a hawk, but you kept the jacket on, too grateful for its warmth to take it off.

Sevika leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms and giving you a once-over. Her sharp gaze seemed to inspect every part of you, from the jacket draped over your shoulders to the way you were still trembling a little. But she didn’t comment further. Instead, she tore into her Dairy Queen, completely unfazed by the silent tension hanging between the two of you.

The rest of the lunch passed in relative silence. Sevika didn’t speak to you directly again, but there was something about the way she kept her gaze on you that felt different. Less mocking, more… watchful. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

When the bell finally rang and lunch was over, Sevika stood up without a word and began walking away. You were halfway through taking off her jacket when she looked back over her shoulder, that familiar smirk tugging at her lips once again.

“Keep it. For now,” she called back, her voice as casual as if she had just asked you to pass the salt. “You’re lucky I’m feeling generous today.”

Before you could respond, she was already gone, leaving you standing there, her jacket still draped around your shoulders. The warmth of it lingered, almost as if she had left a piece of herself behind with you.

You exhaled slowly, trying to process what had just happened. It wasn’t exactly kindness, but it wasn’t cruelty, either. Whatever this was, it was something in between.

But, for once, you didn’t feel entirely terrible about it. Sevika’s rude behavior, her teasing, and her sharp words were all part of the same game. She had an odd way of looking out for you—whether you liked it or not. And that, you figured, was something you’d have to get used to.

[noir-lullaby]

The Spotlight is Ours Pt. 2

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character

(pt. 1)

Summary: A dinner party at Barry Jenkins’ house brings Aaron and Sienna back together after the NAACP Awards, and the tension is palpable.

🔸 Warnings: Flirting, handsy moments, and questionable morals. (not real life) 🔸 Author’s Note: Aaron is already showing signs of being a menace. You’ve been warned. This series does not include smut, sorry guys 😭

The invitation had arrived unexpectedly. A handwritten note from Barry Jenkins, casually inviting Aaron to an intimate dinner at his home in the Hollywood Hills.

"A gathering of great minds, good food, and even better wine. No cameras, no press. Just us. Hope to see you there."

Aaron had no reason to turn it down—he admired Barry, and these kinds of industry dinners were rare moments of peace in the chaos of Hollywood. What he hadn't expected was to find himself walking into the party and locking eyes with Sienna Sinclair for the second time.

The last time they had seen each other was at the NAACP Image Awards, where Sienna had presented him with his win and made the entire room laugh with her cheeky Mufasa joke. He hadn’t been able to shake her from his mind since.

And now?

Now, she was here, standing in Barry Jenkins’ candlelit dining room, holding a glass of red wine, looking effortlessly radiant in a fitted silk slip dress that shimmered under the warm glow of the chandeliers.

She spotted him instantly, the slow curl of a smirk forming on her lips. "Well, if it isn’t the Aaron Pierre."

Aaron exhaled a laugh, slipping his hands into his pockets as he made his way toward her. “I was wondering if I’d run into you again.”

Sienna tilted her head, eyes gleaming with something unreadable. “Barry throws the best dinners—I couldn’t say no. Didn’t expect to see you here, though.”

Aaron gave her a knowing look. “You think I’d turn down free food and great company?”

Sienna clinked her glass against his, amusement dancing across her face. “Fair enough.”

--

Barry’s dinner parties were nothing short of legendary.

The long mahogany dining table was lined with wine bottles, flickering candles, and half-finished plates of fresh pasta and braised short ribs. The guest list was a who’s who of Black Hollywood—actors, directors, and artists all deeply engaged in conversation, laughter filling the air.

Aaron found himself seated beside Sienna.

It wasn’t planned.

At least, he didn’t think it was.

But as the night stretched on, their conversation grew softer, their voices dipping lower than the buzz of the room.

Sienna leaned in, her shoulder brushing against his. "Be honest, were you expecting to win that night?"

Aaron smirked, swirling the wine in his glass. "What, you don’t think I deserved it?"

Sienna let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, you deserved it. I just wanna know if you were prepared.”

Aaron exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “Not at all. I was sitting there, thinking about what I was gonna eat after the show, and then you go and say my name.”

Sienna smirked. “And then I roasted you in front of the entire world.”

Aaron narrowed his eyes at her playfully. “Oh, you enjoyed that way too much.”

Sienna shrugged, letting her hand rest lightly on his forearm. "What can I say? I like seeing you squirm."

Aaron felt the warmth of her touch seep through his skin. It wasn’t intentional—at least, it didn’t feel like it was. But it lingered.

His gaze flickered down to her hand before meeting her eyes again. "You’re trouble, Sinclair."

She took a slow sip of wine, voice dropping. "And you like it."

--

The dinner had wound down, guests scattered across Barry’s home, some lingering by the piano, others lost in deep conversation on the balcony.

Aaron was making his way down the hall when he felt a gentle tug on his wrist.

He turned.

Sienna stood before him, eyes dark, lips slightly parted. “Come with me.”

Aaron didn’t hesitate.

She led him into a quiet cloakroom, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls. Coats lined the racks, and there was a faint scent of cologne and perfume in the air.

They were alone.

Slightly drunk.

The air between them was thick—with the weight of unspoken thoughts, lingering glances, and a tension that had been brewing since the moment they first met.

Sienna leaned against the wall, tilting her head at him. "You keep looking at me like that."

Aaron exhaled slowly. "Like what?"

Sienna smirked, stepping closer. "Like you’re trying really hard not to do something you wanna do."

Aaron’s jaw tightened, his hands clenching slightly at his sides.

She wasn’t wrong.

She took another step, close enough that her perfume wrapped around him. "You don’t have to fight it, you know."

Aaron swallowed hard. "Sienna..."

And then—

She kissed him.

It was soft at first, her lips brushing against his with an aching slowness, testing, teasing. Aaron’s breath hitched, his hands instinctively finding her waist, fingers pressing against the silk of her dress.

For a moment, he let himself sink into it.

Then—he pulled away, his forehead resting against hers, his breathing uneven.

"I can’t." His voice was hoarse, low.

Sienna’s brows furrowed slightly, her fingers still lightly gripping the lapels of his blazer. "Why not?"

Aaron’s hands flexed against her waist. "I’m... I’m in a relationship."

Silence.

Sienna’s lips parted slightly, her chest rising and falling. “You don’t act like a man who’s taken.”

Aaron squeezed his eyes shut for a second, his grip on her tightening. “I know.”

Sienna searched his face. “Do you even want to stop?”

A muscle in Aaron’s jaw twitched. "No."

And then—he kissed her.

This time, it wasn’t soft.

It was hungry. Messy. Frustrated.

His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, and Sienna’s fingers slid into his hair, nails grazing against his scalp.

It was reckless. Intoxicating.

A collision of everything they’d been suppressing.

Sienna’s back hit the wall, and Aaron’s lips trailed from her mouth down to her jaw, then lower, his breath hot against her skin.

She exhaled a shaky breath. "Aaron..."

His hands tightened on her hips. "Tell me to stop."

Sienna’s fingers slid down his chest, gripping the fabric of his blazer. "I can’t."

They weren’t thinking.

They weren’t supposed to be doing this.

But neither of them cared.

--

The cloakroom wasn’t enough.

By the time they stumbled into Aaron’s hotel suite, clothes slightly disheveled, breathing uneven, there was no turning back.

And neither of them tried to.

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[nameless-jamie]

Moan

Masterlist

Jamie Tartt x fem! PA reader

TW: cursing, suggestive scenes

Jamie Tartt was a pain in Y/N’s ass on a good day. On a bad day, though—like today for example, when he was injured and milking it for all it was worth—he was insufferable.

Y/N stood in his living room, arms crossed, watching as he sprawled out on his couch like a prince in exile, his left ankle propped up on a pile of pillows. His shorts had ridden up slightly, exposing more of his ridiculously toned thigh than necessary, and he was holding the remote like it physically pained him to lift it.

“You could be in the club’s physio room,” she pointed out. “With actual professionals taking care of you.”

Jamie let out a dramatic sigh, rubbing his hand over his face like the mere suggestion exhausted him. “Yeah, but they’re all proper strict and boring. And I don’t like the way they make me do all the exercises in order. I like a bit of flexibility, yeah?”

“What you like is getting me to babysit you.”

His lips curled into a slow, smug grin. “What can I say? You’re my favorite assistant.”

She scoffed. “Idiot, I'm your only assistant.”

“Exactly. That means your job is lookin’ after me.” He reached for the remote again and made a show of wincing. “Ow. That hurt, that.”

“Oh, piss off.”

“No, really. It’s bad, Y/N. So bad.” He pressed his hand to his chest. “I could waste away here, just wither from neglect. You wouldn’t want that on your conscience, would ya?”

“Jamie, you’re not dying. You twisted your ankle.”

“You say that, but it feels serious. Could be career-ending.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

It wasn’t like she had much of a choice in the matter. Ever since Jamie had gone down clutching his ankle in the last match, he had been insistent that she was the only one he could trust to take care of him. Something about her “already knowing his dramatic tendencies” and being “good at keeping him in check.” Which, fine, was technically true, but she was his personal assistant, not his nurse. Although he fucking offered to by her a sexy nurse uniform...

Yet, here she was, spending her evening in his ridiculously big house, watching as he exaggerated his injury like a spoiled child.

“Did you take the painkillers?” she asked, crossing the room to grab the ice pack off the coffee table.

Jamie pouted at her. Actually pouted. “Nah. Didn’t wanna take ‘em without food.”

She let out a long-suffering sigh. “Right. Because you can’t possibly hobble to the kitchen and grab something.”

He grinned. “Now you’re gettin’ it.”

An hour later, after making sure he ate something.

"Protein bars do not count, Jamie."

"That's basically food, love"

She sat cross-legged on the floor beside the couch, replacing his ice pack, while he flicked through Netflix options.

“You’re meant to be resting, not watching telly,” she scolded.

“This is resting.”

“Resting doesn’t require constant entertainment.”

Jamie let out a low chuckle. “Dunno, love. I think I’d get real bored just sittin’ here in silence. Unless you were gonna read to me or some shit. Like in them period dramas Keeley likes.”

She scoffed. “Not happening.”

“Tragic.” He sighed.

5 minutes later the TV was off. But Jamie kept playing with his phone, scrolling aimlessly. “Reckon I should make a dramatic post about my injury?”

“Reckon you should shut up and rest.”

“Oi,” he said, flicking his gaze down to her. “Bit rude.”

“Bit accurate.”

His lips twitched. “Y’know, I think I deserve a little somethin’ for bein’ such a good patient.”

“You are not a good patient.”

“Yeah, I am. I’ve barely complained.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“…Out loud,” he added with a grin. “Anyway, I’m thinkin’ you could help me with my physio. Since I trust you more than them club people.”

She narrowed her eyes. “I feel like you just want an excuse to get a massage out of this.”

His grin turned positively wicked. “You offerin’?”

She groaned. “You’re so annoying.”

“And yet you’re still here, so—”

She grabbed the massage oil from the table with a sigh. “Fine. But if you make one inappropriate comment, I’m leaving you to suffer.”

Jamie held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’d never.”

She should have said no. She should have.

But he looked so pleased with himself, and some masochistic part of her wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. Maybe she could pinch his calves...

It started off fine. Innocent, even. She sat at the edge of the couch, her hands carefully pressing into the muscles of his calf, kneading out the tension from his injury. His ankle was still a little swollen, so she was gentle, working her thumbs into the muscle just above the injury, watching his face for any sign of discomfort. Jamie had his head tilted back, eyes closed, lips parted slightly.

Jamie, for once, was silent. Maybe he was asleep?

The room had gone quiet except for the occasional sound of the TV playing some random Netflix series in the background. If she hadn’t known Jamie so well, she might have thought he was actually in pain instead of reveling in the attention.

She was so focused on working out the tension that she didn’t realize she had shifted closer, one knee now resting on the couch between his legs.

Then—

He suddenly made a sound.

A very specific sound.

A low, deep, utterly sinful moan.

Y/N’s hands froze.

Jamie’s eyes snapped open a second later.

They stared at each other.

“…Did you just—”

“No.”

“Yes, you did.”

Jamie’s face turned red, and for once, for once, he looked genuinely flustered. “It weren’t— I didn’t mean to—”

“Oh my god.” Y/N snatched her hands away like he was on fire, scrambling backward, away from his lap.

“Oi, calm down—” Jamie groaned. This time out of embarrassment, rubbing a hand over his face. “Can you not make a big deal outta this?”

She gaped at him, then let out a slow, wicked smile. “Oh, Jamie.” She shook her head. “I absolutely can...not.”

“Y/N—”

“Jamie Tartt,” she announced, standing up dramatically, “moaning from a massage. A massage by ME!”

“Shut up.”

“Moaning like I—”

“I swear to god, Y/N, if you say it—”

“Like I was giving you something else entirely. Oh, I bet you would LOVE THAT!”

Jamie let out a strangled noise. “Fuckin’ hell, Y/N.”

She grinned. “Oh, I love this for sure.”

“I don’t.”

“I know. That's like the whole point.” She grabbed her coat, still laughing. “I’m never letting you live this down. You can do the rest of your physio yourself. Or do whatever to yourself, I don't care.”

“But—” He let his head drop back against the cushions with a groan. “Fuckin' hate you.”

“No, you don’t, in fact I think you fuckin' love meee.”

He cracked one eye open, watching as she pulled on her jacket, still smiling like she’d just won the lottery. His mouth twitched.

“Yeah,” he shouted after her. “I really fuckin’ do.”

And she definitely had to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling at that.

"Idiot!"

[stollengoods]

Two Sides of the Same Coin

REQ. Nam-gyu Fluff~

Nam-gyu x gn! Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Nam-gyu is angry, rude, and selfish. Y/n is optimistic, strong, and kind. If you guys are complete opposites, why does he find himself so entranced by you ? Perhaps you two aren’t all that different after all…

————

Nam-gyu didn’t know what it was about you that made him drawn to you. Of course, you are very good-looking, anyone can see that. Nam-gyu didn’t care for that though, he’s seen tones of attractive people before but none seem to catch his attention like you did.

The way you smiled, your kind eyes. You weren’t deceitful or rude and you especially weren’t selfish. You cared about the other people around you and treated them like human beings not just money bags.

Unlike himself, who felt bitter and angry at the world. He constantly would get into fights and arguments just to let off some steam. He wasn’t the type of guy to shy away from conflict, in fact he welcomed it.

“I know you’re not fucking talking about my hair.” Se-mi spat at Nam-gyu who was casually eating his food.

He put his hands up in defense, “I’m just saying, the way it’s styled, makes you look greasy.”

Se-mi let out a humorless laugh, “Can you believe this guy ?” She asked turning to you and pointing her thumb at Nam-gyu.

You just smiled at her not saying anything, they bickered like siblings and you couldn’t help but be amused by it.

“You’re one to talk with your fucked up bob. Who cut it ? Edward scissors hands ?” She retorted.

He narrowed his eyes, running a hand through the back of his hair. “It’s not that bad. Plus you try cutting your own damn hair, it ain’t easy.”

“Not that bad, huh ? But you have the nerve to come at me with hair advice ?” Se-mi then turned to you again, “What do you think y/n ?”

You made eye contact with her, “About what ?”

She tilted her head in Nam-gyu’s direction, “His haircut. It’s fucked right ?”

You looked over to Nam-gyu who glared at Se-mi but didn’t say anything as he awaited your response.

“I don’t see anything wrong with it, I think it looks nice.” You commented.

Nam-gyu laughed clapping his hands together, “Hah ! Take that you greasy looking rat !” Nam-gyu shouted.

“Bite me.” Se-mi replied, giving him the finger.

“You don’t have to be so nice y/n.” She said to you as her voice got louder and louder, “If someone looks like they were fed head first into a garbage disposal you should let them know.”

You looked over at Nam-gyu to see his reaction and surprisingly he didn’t seem all that much upset. He just chuckled at her response and smiled at you once you guys had made eye contact.

He could see why everyone liked you, it was impossible for you to have enemies he thought. Unless they were jealous of you; you were easy on the eyes, funny, sweet, and nice. But even people who tried to not like you couldn’t stand a chance… they’d eventually give into you.

Nam-gyu knows because he’s tried to hate you. Not for any reason in particular, he just came into the games with a winning mindset. He could care less about people and their feelings.

But you seemed genuine.

That’s what really started his fascination with you. The fact that despite everything that was going on around you, you never let it seem to get to you. At first he thought it was a facade you were portraying to deceive people into trusting you so you could attack them when their guards were down.

He soon quickly realized how wrong he was once shit got real. After everyone found out that you only get money if people die, he saw a lot of people reveal their true selves. Either they turned dark or were scared for their lives but you were neither of the two.

You were still the same sweet, overly positive person from before the games had started. Of course you were a bit shaken up, you all were. You seemed to hide it better than the others as you comforted people like Min-su who were having panic attacks.

Nam-gyu could read you like a book because you guys were one and the same. The only difference was Nam-gyu took his pain & hurt and released it back out into the world, while you kept it all to yourself. You had to be seething on the inside, is what Nam-gyu constantly thought, to make himself feel better.

He didn’t know how you did it, which is the main reason why he was memorized by you. He didn’t have to know your background to see that you have been through just as much shit as he has or worse.

He could just tell by the way you carried yourself, the way you spoke to people; he just knew by how much of a connection he felt for you, that something so horrible or maybe even multiple horrible horrible things have happened to you and you didn’t want those things to define you or shape you into a monster like himself.

He admired that about you, you took the hard way in life. Despite being treated unfairly you still trudged on forward, while he took the easy way out in life. He let his anger and jealousy get the better of him, let it eat him alive, he thrived on it.

Spite was the only thing that kept him going all these years. If it wasn’t for that, he would just be overwhelmed with dejection. At least with anger he had the motivation to get shit done.

But he didn’t like being this way and deep down he knew he wasn’t the monster he so desperately was trying to portray to everyone. And after meeting you, he’s felt another emotion that he’s long since forgetten: Hope.

It was weird when he first felt that sense of hope, like he wasn’t doomed to a life full of misery. That people like himself could be nice and caring to others.

From then on, he made it his mission, that while you guys were stuck in here; he was going to do everything in his power to keep you safe and eventually learn how he can grow into a better person just like you.

[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 16 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⋆˚࿔ Book 2 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇not much, besides Raphael

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The moon hung high over the rocky cliffs of Skiaphos as Telemachus and his men worked quickly, setting up camp in a secluded grove just beyond the palace’s reach. The salty sea breeze mingled with the scent of damp earth and pine as torches flickered, casting long shadows across the makeshift encampment. “Keep the fires low,” Telemachus ordered, his voice hushed but firm. “We don’t want to be spotted.”

Acrisios and Pisistratus were already overseeing the setup of tents and securing the weapons they had managed to carry. The rest of the men some exhausted from rowing, others still jittery from their tense arrival, worked efficiently under their commanders’ sharp eyes. Druses was sharpening his blade by the fire, his expression unreadable as he tested the edge against his thumb. “You really think she’s still in that palace?” he asked, glancing at Telemachus. “It’s been a year, hasn’t it?”

Telemachus didn’t hesitate. “She’s there.” His grip tightened on the hilt of his sword. “I know she is.”

Antinous, pacing like a caged beast, let out a bitter scoff. “And while we sit here playing house, she’s trapped with him.” He spat the word like venom. “I should be marching up there and gutting that bastard where he stands.”

“You should be shutting up and sitting down,” Pisistratus snapped. “You think we don’t all want to storm that palace? But if we move too soon, we die before we even reach her.”

Antinous whirled on him, eyes blazing. “And you’re fine with waiting? With him touching her every single day—”

Druses groaned and leaned back. “Here we go again.”

Before Antinous could lunge at him, Florus who had been tending to the food rations, cleared his throat. “How about we focus on not dying first?” He tossed a bag of dried fruit toward Eurymachus and Cassander, who had been loitering near the edge of camp. “That means eating, resting, and not stabbing each other before the real fight begins.”

Cassander caught the bag with a smirk. “I’m just here for the women.”

Eurymachus elbowed him. “And the glory.”

Pisistratus sighed heavily. “I should’ve stayed in Ithaca.”

Telemachus rubbed his temples before turning to Acrisios. “Double the watch rotation. We don’t know when they’ll notice us, but it won’t take long.” Acrisios nodded, already picking men for the first shift. As the camp settled into a restless quiet, Telemachus moved to the edge of the trees, staring up at the palace that loomed in the distance. Somewhere within those walls, y/n was waiting. And he would not leave without her.

——

Y/n sat on the lavish bed, her wrists still aching from where he had chained her before. Her body felt heavy, her mind even more so. No matter how much she fought, no matter how much she cried, Raphael always found a way to drag her back into his grasp, sometimes with threats, sometimes with empty sweetness, and sometimes with sheer force. She had long since stopped reacting to his taunts, his sick displays of affection, his delusions of love. She just stared at him now, eyes dull, lips pressed into a thin line.

Raphael, lying beside her with that insufferable grin, reached over and casually squeezed her breast. “Honk honk.” She slowly turned her head to look at him, her expression blank, eyes heavy with exhaustion. She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away, just stared at him as if she were staring into the abyss itself.

“…Really?” she finally muttered.

Raphael chuckled, entirely unbothered. “What? Thought you could use some humor in your life, little birdie.”

She exhaled slowly through her nose, dragging a hand down her face. “I think I’m too tired to even be disgusted.”

He just smirked, clearly entertained by her misery. “Guess I’ll have to work harder to get a reaction out of you.” She rolled her eyes and turned away, already regretting acknowledging him at all.

——

Florus knelt on the damp earth, his fingers carefully pressing seeds into the soil. With Demeter’s blessing, they would sprout quickly, providing their camp with much needed food. He whispered a quiet prayer, feeling the familiar warmth of the goddess’s favor as the ground beneath him pulsed with life.

But then—something felt off.

A faint tremor ran through the earth, subtle at first, but unmistakable. It wasn’t the gentle hum of nature responding to his gift, it was rhythmic, unnatural. Footsteps. Many of them. His heart pounded as he pressed his hand against the ground, closing his eyes to focus. The vibrations grew stronger, heavier, too organized to be animals. Soldiers.

His blood turned cold.

Florus shot to his feet, his unfinished planting forgotten. He sprinted back toward the camp, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. As soon as he reached the outskirts, he nearly crashed into Telemachus, who was inspecting their supplies. “They’re coming.” Florus barely got the words out before doubling over, trying to catch his breath.

Telemachus straightened immediately, his expression sharpening. “Who?”

“Soldiers.” Florus pointed behind him. “I felt them—marching. Too many for a patrol. They know we’re here.”

That was all Telemachus needed to hear. He turned toward the camp and shouted, “Get ready for battle!” Men scrambled to their weapons, the tension rising like a wave about to crash. Antinous, already restless for a fight, grabbed his sword with a grin, while Acrisios cursed under his breath, checking their defenses.

As the sound of approaching soldiers grew louder, Florus swallowed hard. The war was about to begin. The battlefield was chaos, exactly how Druses liked it. His sword cut through the air like a reaper’s scythe, slicing through enemy ranks with ruthless precision. Blood painted the ground beneath him, the metallic scent thick in the air. The Skiaphos soldiers barely had time to react before he tore through them, his long black hair whipping around him like a dark halo.

Beside him, Antinous was no less brutal. If Druses was calculated, Antinous was sheer, unrelenting fury. He fought with the rage of a man who had been caged too long, his strikes fueled by something deeper than vengeance. Every enemy before him was Raphael, every blade he swung a punishment for the bastard who stole his sister. A soldier lunged at Druses, but he sidestepped effortlessly, driving his blade through the man’s stomach before ripping it out in one swift motion. Another charged, only to be met with a boot to the chest, sending him sprawling before Druses ended him with a downward strike to the stomach.

Antinous, meanwhile, was pure carnage. His sword cut through flesh as if it was nothing more but glass, his eyes burning with madness. A Skiaphos soldier begged for mercy, Antinous only laughed before running him through. Another tried to strike him from behind, but Antinous spun, slashing the man’s throat without hesitation. Blood splattered across his face, but he didn’t even flinch.

Then, in the thick of battle, it happened.

A spear came flying from the side, catching Antinous off guard. It struck him hard in the ribs, knocking him onto his back with a sickening thud. The world blurred around him as pain seared through his body.

For a moment, everything was still.

Then—

GET UP.

The voice was deep, thunderous, vibrating through his skull like a war drum. It didn’t belong to any of his comrades. It wasn’t even his own thoughts. It was something else. Something ancient. Something powerful. His fingers twitched. His breathing steadied. His heart thundered in his chest, not from fear, but from something raw, something primal. Antinous’s body moved before his mind could catch up. He shoved himself off the ground, ignoring the pain, eyes burning with newfound wrath.

The soldier who had hit him barely had time to react before Antinous pounced, his sword slamming into the man’s chest with such force that it cracked armor. He twisted the blade viciously, wrenching it free before slicing the man’s throat open for good measure. And he didn’t stop. His movements became sharper, faster, inhuman. The Skiaphos warriors who had begun to feel a flicker of hope when they saw him fall now cowered as he cut them down like they were nothing.

Druses, who had been enjoying himself, actually paused to watch the massacre. He arched a brow, smirking as he flicked blood off his blade. “Well, well,” he mused. “Looks like someone woke up pissed.”

But Antinous wasn’t listening.

He was in a trance. A blood fueled frenzy.And somewhere, deep inside his mind, He watched with satisfaction.

——

Druses and Antinous trudged back to camp, their bodies slick with sweat and blood, most of it not their own. The remnants of their slaughter trailed behind them, Skiaphos soldiers left in pieces, their corpses already attracting the buzz of flies. The battle had been short, almost disappointing in its brevity. Druses rolled his shoulders, stretching out the stiffness from swinging his blade so much. “Well, that was fun,” he said lazily, wiping a splatter of blood from his cheek. He glanced at Antinous, who was walking stiffly, his left side suspiciously rigid.

“You’re bleeding,” Druses pointed out, eyeing the deep gash on Antinous’s ribs where the spear had struck him.

Antinous scoffed. “It’s nothing.”

Druses arched a brow. “That nothing is leaking all over the ground.” Antinous kept walking. His face was set in a scowl, his jaw clenched as if sheer willpower alone would keep him upright. The pain was obvious, but he refused to acknowledge it.

Druses sighed. “Alright, if you’re gonna be stupid about this—”

Before Antinous could react, Druses punched him, right in the wound. A sharp, strangled groan tore from Antinous’s throat as he doubled over, his hands instinctively flying to his side. His knees nearly buckled, and for a moment, he looked murderous.

“You fucking—”

Druses smirked. “Oh? Thought you said it was nothing?”

Antinous was breathing heavily, glaring at Druses like he wanted to throttle him. “Touch me again, and I’ll rip your hair off.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Druses waved him off. “Get your ass patched up before you actually drop dead. If you die before we get your sister back, it’ll be so embarrassing.” Antinous seethed for a moment before begrudgingly shoving past Druses toward the camp’s healers. Druses just grinned, pleased with himself.

“You’re welcome,” he called after him.

Florus, who had been tending to the camp rushed over. He took one look at Antinous’s injury and sighed. “You’re going to bleed out if you keep this up,” he said bluntly. “Let’s go.” Antinous almost refused. But then Druses lifted a threatening fist again, and he decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. With a begrudging grumble, he allowed Florus to drape an arm around his shoulders, supporting him as they walked toward the healing tent.

Druses watched them go, smirking. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Antinous shot him one last glare before disappearing into the tent. Druses just chuckled to himself. Idiot.

Eurymachus and Telemachus watched as Antinous begrudgingly allowed Florus to tend to his wound. The sight was almost unnatural—Antinous, the same man who had been barking orders, slaughtering soldiers like it was a sport, now sitting still as his wound was cleaned and bandaged. Eurymachus snorted, crossing his arms. “Well, well, well. Would you look at that? Our fearless warrior is letting himself be nursed like a helpless maiden.”

Telemachus smirked. “Next thing you know, he’ll be in the kitchens cooking like a proper woman.”

Eurymachus feigned a gasp, nudging Telemachus. “Imagine! Antinous, with an apron on, baking bread. Maybe even sewing! I can see it now, our mighty brute, reduced to a housewife!”

Antinous slowly turned his head toward them, his eyes dark. Florus, who was finishing the bandages, sighed, already sensing what was about to happen. “You two are going to—”

CRACK

Before he could finish, Antinous lunged. His fist collided hard with Eurymachus’s jaw, sending him stumbling back. “Ow! Shit!” Eurymachus clutched his face, groaning. “What the fuck was that for?”

Antinous cracked his knuckles, his glare sharp enough to pierce through steel. “Say that again, you smug little shit.”

Eurymachus rubbed his jaw, glaring but grinning despite the pain. “Touched a nerve, did we?”

Telemachus held up his hands in surrender, chuckling. “Alright, alright, let’s not start a war within our own ranks.”

Antinous scoffed, leaning back as Florus tried to continue tending to him. “If he keeps running his mouth, I will start one.”

Eurymachus, still massaging his sore jaw, muttered under his breath. “Housewife Antinous has anger issues…”

Antinous lunged again. This time, Telemachus had to physically hold him back. Antinous lunged again, and this time, Telemachus and Florus had to act fast. Telemachus immediately grabbed Antinous’s arm, locking it in place before he could throw another punch at Eurymachus. Florus, always one to enjoy the chaos but not wanting Antinous to actually kill their crewmate, wrapped his arms around Antinous’s waist from behind, lifting him slightly off the ground.

“Let me go, you bastards!” Antinous snarled, his muscles tensing as he struggled against their grip. “I swear to the gods, I’ll rip his tongue out!”

Eurymachus, still rubbing his bruised jaw, smirked, unfazed. “You’d have to catch me first, princess.”

That did it.

Antinous kicked wildly, nearly knocking Telemachus off balance. Florus had to tighten his grip, practically bear hugging him to keep him from launching forward. “Damn, he’s strong—stop moving, you lunatic!”

“Let me at him!” Antinous roared, his eyes wild with fury. He thrashed, trying to shake them off, but even with all his strength, Telemachus and Florus were both holding him back.

“Think of y/n!” Telemachus finally shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. That made Antinous halt—for just a second. His breath was ragged, his chest heaving.

Florus, still straining to hold him, grunted. “Thank you, that worked.”

Eurymachus, ever the shit stirrer, smirked again. “Not much of a housewife if he can’t control his temper—”

Antinous lunged again.

“GODS DAMN IT—HOLD HIM!” Telemachus yelled as he and Florus struggled to keep him from murdering Eurymachus right then and there.

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[moonlight-hwa]

FI, TYMI ~ C. S | Chapter 7

Synopsis: Wherein Mikyung does a fake dating agreement with her co-worker, in order to escape the constant pursuits of her ex-boyfriend.

Pairings: lawyer!san x female!lawyer!OC (ft. bff!wooyoung)

Genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, fake dating turned real dating, kinda she falls first, he falls harder

Warnings: none…just San being an absolute sweetheart again and Wooyoung being a menace

Word Count: 2,005

Mikyung pulled into a parking lot, belonging to a handmade noddle restaurant, where she was meeting San for lunch, after he had invited her yesterday.

  Her gaze immediately landed onto his familiar figure as she pulled into an empty spot; he was sitting on a bench near the entrance of the restaurant, eyes trained down to the screen of his phone.

  Mikyung breathed out a soft sigh, taking the key from the ignition, before finally getting out of her car. At the sound of a car door shutting, San’s eyes lifted from his phone, his gaze instantly locking with hers.

   A smile curled at his lips, standing from the bench, all the while his eyes bounced up and down her figure “Well, hello there beautiful.” He spoke, his hand finding hers, before he raised them up, allowing them to do a little spin, showing off her outfit.

  Almost two weeks had passed, since the beginning of their agreement and over the course of that time, she and San had grown closer; they held more friendly conversations, along with the occasional flirty remark tossed back and forth. So, San complimenting her was nothing out of the ordinary recently.

  Mikyung felt her face become warm at his words “Thank you, I actually put effort into getting ready this time around.” She said through a soft chuckle, her smile somehow growing as she faced San again.

  He hummed, smile also widening “And you look absolutely gorgeous…but I will say you look beautiful no matter what you wear, darling.” He confessed the pet name rolling off his tongue so effortlessly, that it made her heart beat a little quicker.

  Soon enough the two of them were sitting at a table, enjoying their bowl of noodles as they talked and laughed.

  “Since we’re supposed to make people believe we’re dating, we should probably get to know one another better, huh?” San spoke.

  Mikyung hummed in response “I guess we should.”

  “So…what does Ju Mikyung do in her free time, when she’s not working on cases?” He asked, a small smile curling at his lips.

  Mikyung exhaled a sigh, chopsticks absently moving around the contents of the bowl as she shrugged “I don’t really do anything, I think I’m kinda boring outside of the firm.” She spoke, “Either I’m reading, watching tv shows that I’m really into or with my best friend, which is probably all the time actually.”

  San hummed, while nodding “Do you have hobbies you enjoy?” He asked further.

  She shook her head “No, not really. Either I’m too busy or too tired to really start one.”

  She then heaved out another sigh, knowing that she was going to regret breaking down this wall. “But I did use to really enjoy photography, I would bring my camera everywhere.” A fond smile tugging at her lips.

  “Why did you stop?” There it was the question she dreaded answering, but at the same time she also completely expected it.

  She didn’t want to go into total detail about what Chanwoo said and did to make her stop, so she just simply said “Chanwoo made me feel insecure about it.”

  A frown tugged downward at his lips “And would he do that?” San questioned softly.

  Mikyung chuckled humorlessly “Because he’s a terrible person and emotionally abusive…simple as that.” She replied rather bluntly, all the while she felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes.

   Silence then filled the air around them as Mikyung continued eating and San thought of something to say.

  He cleared his throat softly “Mikyung,” He spoke after a few moments of silent and she hummed in response, looking up from her bowl of food.

  “Whatever that bastard said to you or called you…not a single one of those things is true, okay?” Mikyung nodded, as tears glossed over her eyes.

  “He had no right to make you feel insecure about something you enjoyed so much…nobody has that right to do that to someone.”

  Mikyung inhaled sharply, blinking rapidly as her gaze turned downward to the table “God…I’m sorry.” She spoke chuckling softly out of embarrassment, while she wiped away fallen tears.

  A soft smile curled at San’s lips “It’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for darling. I just wanted you to know that you should never let people stop you from doing things you love.”

  And just by his reassuring words, Mikyung could feel herself falling for him even more.

  She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a single word out, a person clearing their throat stopped her. Mikyung’s head whipped around and was immediately met with her best friend.

  Her eyes widened, totally not expecting to see Wooyoung here. “Woo, what in the world are doing here? How did you even know where I was?” She questioned, while he pulled up a chair from a different chair, before sitting down.

  A grin curled on his lips “I have my ways.” He replied.

  As that interaction was happening, San looked between the two with a very confused expression. “Darling, who is this?” San spoke, causing the two of them to turn toward him.

  The grin painting Wooyoung’s features grew wider and before Mikyung could explain, he started talking. “Wow, you guys are really going all out with this, pet names and everything.” He commented.

  Mikyung rolled her eyes, while she elbowed him in his side, causing Wooyoung to mutter an ‘ow’.

  He cleared his throat, composing himself “I’m Jung Wooyoung, Mikyung’s best friend.” He said, extending his right arm.

  San’s face lit up realization “Ahh, so you’re the best friend Mikyung talks about.” He spoke, shaking Wooyoung’s hand as the latter hummed in response.

  “I’m Ch-” and before San could finish his thought, Wooyoung interrupted him by saying “I know who you are, Mikyung has the biggest cru-” Mikyung kicked him in the shin, stopping him from finishing his sentence.

  Wooyoung let out a low pained groan, along with a slew of curses. Mikyung turned back to San, with a composed smile on her lips “I apologize about him, I don’t know what his problem is.” She said and San spoke a soft ‘that’s okay’ in response, before turning back to her friend.

  “Now…” She started, crossing her arms over her torso “What happened that was so important, you had to interrupt our date?” She asked

  Wooyoung interjected with “Fake date actually.” At that Mikyung briefly turned to San, mouthing ‘he knows’ and he let out a soft ‘ahhh’ sound, while nodding his head subtly.

  “Anyway, I listened to your advice. I went back to the apartment that morning, made breakfast for us and we had a civil conversation.” Wooyoung spoke.

  Mikyung’s lips curled up in a smile as she nodded, listening intently to his words. “And I’ll have you know that we came up with a solution to the problem.”

  Mikyung hummed “And that is?” She drew out, basically sitting on the edge of her seat for his next words.

  “Well, we came to the agreement that on Chaayeon’s next trip, I would go with her.” He finally said, a wide smile gradually taking form on his lips.

  Mikyung couldn’t help but smile as well. “That’s awesome, I love that for you guys.” She spoke sincerely.

  Wooyoung’s gaze left hers, taking his bottom between his teeth, nodding his head.

  She chuckled softly, gently elbowing him in the side, causing him to look up at her “See…I told you, you two would work it out.”

He also let out a chuckle “Yeah, yeah you were right-” She gave him a look and that lead him to say, “Thank you, Mimi.”

  “Mimi, huh?” And at that Mikyung remembered that San was still there. She felt her face warm as her head turned in his direction; one of his eyebrows was quirked up and a small smirk curled on his lips.

  She let out a groan, sinking further in her chair, because she knew this was going to set Wooyoung off and lead to more embarrassment.

  An annoying grin curled at his lips, gaze briefly moving to Mikyung as he leaned forward in his chair. “Yep, that’s been her nickname since we were kids, and she absolutely hates it. But you should’ve seen how she was when she was younger-”

  And that set Wooyoung off to talk about embarrassing childhood stories with San, all the while Mikyung wanted to disappear from the face of the earth.

  By the time Mikyung stepped through the door of her apartment, she felt exhausted; Wooyoung’s antics will always and forever tire her out, but it seemed that he and San got along…so that was good at least.

  When she entered her room, instead of getting changed in more comfy clothing, Mikyung just flopped onto her bed, heaving out a long sigh as she covered her closed eyes with her right arm.

  Silence filled the space around her, the only audible being the quiet wooshing of air moving through the ventilation system and the subtle white noise was enough to allow the effects of sleep to wash over her.

  But she was suddenly pulled away from those effects, by the obnoxious buzzing of her phone; Mikyung groaned lowly, blindly reaching for her that phone sat atop the mattress. She expected the text to be from Wooyoung, but it wasn’t, instead it was from San.

  ‘I meant what I said, Mikyung’ She felt her heart stutter inside her chest as her eyes moved down to the second message. ‘You should never let anyone make you feel insecure about something you love and enjoy’.

  Her breathing caught in her throat as her vision blurred with tears, and then the third and final text buzzed through.

  ‘I hope that one day, you realize that you are talented in anything you do, and I hope you find your joy in photography again’.

  When she finished reading the message, tears were rolling down her temples.

  Mikyung exhaled deeply, a steady trail of tears continuing to roll down her temples, while her gaze naturally fell onto the black bag atop the wardrobe.

  Her eyes remained on it for a few more moments, before she eventually got out her bed, wiping away the fallen tears as she stepped closer to the wardrobe.

  She breathed out a shaky breath, reaching for the bag that had been collecting dust from its place on the wardrobe. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, while she stared down at the black camera bag, that now sat on her bed.

  She absolutely loved her camera, and she would take it literally everywhere, taking photos of everything. Photography was Mikyung’s creative outlook and something she would do when she was stressed…but all of that changed when she was dating Chanwoo.

  Every time Mikyung would show Chanwoo the photos she had taken, he would always make a snide comment…and gradually over time she had last her spark and joy for photography.

  And at that time Wooyoung had obviously noticed that she had stopped using her camera. He asked her about it, and she simply said she wasn’t feeling inspired, he believed her. That was the only time Mikyung ever lied to Wooyoung.

  But now…it was different, and she was tired of letting Chanwoo still have power over her, especially when he was stopping her from enjoying what she loved doing.

  Mikyung heaved another sigh, finally unzipping the bag and revealing the camera she loved so dearly. A smile gradually curled at her lips as she grabbed the camera from inside the bag; the weight of the camera was familiar, but unfamiliar at the same time.

  She pressed the power button and surprisingly it turned on.

   Once it was fully powered on, she held it up to her left eye, looking through the viewfinder as she spun around in place, before eventually stopping with her opened bedroom window in view.

  The sunset covered the entirety of the room in warm hues of orange and yellow. Mikyung smiled “Perfect.” She muttered, before taking the photo.

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𝑨𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔

Chapter 5

Chapter Title-> Answers

Chapter Warnings: This deals with a lot of bad thoughts, a lot of self doubt and just not so kind thoughts the reader is having. I’m not sure of what other warnings to give. But just keep that in mind. If you think of anything specific please let me know and I’ll add them!

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A/N: I’ve been struggling to write this recently. Just struggling with motivation in general. So just be aware I’ve started and kept writing a good handful of times with this. As always sorry for any mistakes or missing warnings!

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After the night, the boys let you sleep. They tried figuring something out. Something to make you feel loved. Minho had the suggestion of making you breakfast in bed to start off with. Felix and Seungmin both baked you some goodies. Changbin, Hyunjin and Jeongin ran to the store to get some stuff.

Chan was passing back and forth. After everything that had happened he felt like a jerk. “Dude, you were worried last night don’t sweat it too much.” Seungmin said the first word he’s spoken to him since he scolded him.

“You didn’t see her last night though.. she looked so scared. These nightmares are getting really bad” he said.

“Have you asked her mom about it?” Felix piped in.

He looked like a light bulb just went off “I’ll be right back.”

Chan wanted to call but he wanted to ask in person. He drove to your parents store finding you mom there sweeping up the shop.

“Well hello there” she said with a smile.

“Hey, i uhm-“ he stuttered not knowing how to ask. “I need to ask you something” he blurted out.

“We’ll sit down, I’ll grab you a drink”

Chan sat down at the tables fidgeting with his fingers. Your mom sat down beside him handing him a water “so what’s the matter” she asked like she knew.

“Does- or did y/n use to get really bad nightmares?” He asked his eyes soft.

She let out a sigh “yeah.. they all about stopped though when we started homeschooling her” she said. “Is she having them again?” she asked looking concerned.

“Yeah. They’re really bad. It was after seeing someone at the store” he added.

Her eyes grew wide “that little shit” she cursed.

Chan tilted his head looking at her to continue. He needed answers. “When it came out of what y/n was.” She breathed. “This boy at her school was ruthless. We tried asking the school to have him stop but they wouldn’t do anything. He bullied her horribly. And when he found out she was also an omega it-“ she paused. “He just kept at her. I’ll never forget him saying ‘she needs a real alpha to make her a full omega. To make her not a freak.’ After all that we finally were able to pull her out. She said those dreams were of him. Of horrible scenarios. Maybe she’s having them about him again then?” She said wiping a small tear from her cheek.

She hated that she couldn’t protect you from him. How she watched you become a shell of yourself back then afraid to go anywhere. “He- he moved a year ago but- I guess he’s back?” She said softly.

“You did what you could don’t beat yourself up.” Chan consoled her. “I’ll do anything and everything to protect her don’t worry” he said taking her hand in his. His fingers ran over hers making her feel a bit more at ease.

Before leaving your mom gave him a big container of cookies to take you. His mind raced as he headed home. He swore to himself if he ever saw him he’d make him pay.

Breakfast was done by the time Chan got home. You were still peacefully asleep the boys not knowing if they should wake you, since you were actually sleeping.

The other boys returned home, they got your favorite foods for dinner and a new dress in your favorite color. Hyunjin smiled holding a bag “I got us paints and stuff. We can make a hand panting all together” he said.

“Let’s make a fort? We can all snuggle under it and have a nice morning watching cartoons” Han added.

“Yeah! And after we can all go swimming! I just cleaned the pool yesterday.” Changbin said.

“Sounds perfect” Chan exhaled.

A few minutes later the sounds of Felix running down the hall were heard. “She’s awake!” He said smiling. Everyone grabbed the stuff bringing you the breakfast they had prepared. Jeongin grabbing the pretty flowers he had gotten you to sit in your room.

“Morning beautiful” Minho said with a smile.

“We have whole day planned so eat up!” Felix said as he scooted in bed with you.

“What?” You said rubbing your eyes still groggy.

“Blanket fort and cuddles then lunch and then we’re gonna go swimming” Felix said happily.

You nodded still not fully awake as you took a sip of the juice beside you. You ate as some of the boys left your room to get stuff ready. Felix, Minho, Chan and Seungmin stood in your room still. You leaned your head on Felix’s shoulder as you ate trying to wake yourself more. Felix kissed the top of your head humming softly. “Can I shower?” You asked.

“Yeah, here.” Seungmin said handing you the bag with the new dress in it. Changbin picked this out.” He added.

You smiled looking in the bag. “It’s pretty” you said yawning. Your eyes look heavy your body felt just the same. “Ima shower” you said softly getting up slowly.

“Whenever you’re done come out ok?” Felix said with a smile.

You slowly headed to the shower. All the things that had happened circling through your head. The words of the man replaying “you ruin everything” on loop. Your chest started to tighten as you slowly knelt down under the water. A flood of emotions washing over you as you began to sob. ‘He’s right. I ruin everything.’ You said to yourself. ‘I need to be a better omega, need to- to do everything right.’ You thought as streams of tears poured down your face.

Jeongin had peaked into your room forgetting to leave the flowers for you as he heard you crying. He opened the door to the bathroom slowly closing his eyes as to not intrude. “Y/n are you ok?” He asked. His voice making you jump.

“I- uh- y-yeah- I’m fine” you said quickly trying to push down the feelings you were having.

“Are you sure? You know you can” he started before you cut him off.

“No no I’m fine I’ll be out. Sorry for keeping you all waiting” you said quickly turning off the water.

“O-okay, we’ll be out here” he said before leaving.

You quickly got out putting on the pretty dress they had gotten you. Your mind still racing a voice cracking through ‘you don’t deserve that.’ It spoke. Your small smile faded as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

As you made your way out you followed along ghostly with them. Whatever they wanted to do you did. Cuddled under the fort as you watched shows Chans eyes watching your every movement. He could tell you were still not fully there, and it was eating him inside.

When everyone moved to lunch you didn’t eat much again. Taking a few bites as everyone else chattered. You got up putting the dishes in the dishwasher. You quickly tidied up the kitchen the others already off getting ready to go swimming. Minho /stood behind you “Hey you don’t have to do that.” He said. “Why don’t you go get ready with the others?” He continued.

“I’m almost done.” You said softly. Putting the last few dishes away. Grabbing a rag to wipe down the table. He watched on feeling a little part of him break seeing you more concerned about this. Then going to get ready to have fun.

“Y/n. Go get ready” he said moving towards you.

“I gotta keep the house clean.” You said your voice barely a whisper.

“I can finish it.” He said trying to sound gentle.

“No. I’m- I’m the omega. I- I have to do it” you said before cleaning up the last few spots. Your words ringing in his head what did you mean? Sure that’s how it was in most packs but this was different. He started to say something before you were already off to get ready. He stood there head buzzing ‘this isn’t good’ he said to himself.

You got yourself dressed making your way towards the small pool that they had. Swimming was nice you felt a bit more relaxed in the pool. Everyone seemed to be having fun even Chan. “You look really good in that” Han said with a smile as he scooted closer to you.

“Thank you” you said softly.

The night dwindled down the boys making dinner as you changed. Chan had come in to see how you were doing “hey princess, I brought this for you” he said handing you one of his most comfy hoodies.

“Thank you” you said quickly putting it on. He hesitantly came closer to you pulling you into a hug. “I’m sorry for getting upset with you. I was just worried you know?” He said cupping your face to look at him.

“No- I understand. I should have told you. I’m sorry.” You said back.

“I love you” he said softly before kissing your forehead.

“I love you too” you replied.

Something about your tone though just didn’t sit right with him. He felt like you were just saying it to please him almost. However he didn’t wanna push it afraid of making you upset. He followed behind you as you made your way towards the kitchen. “Surprise! We made all of your favorites!” Changbin said.

“We?” Minho added.

“Minho made all your favorites!” Changbin corrected himself.

You all sat down for dinner like usual everyone eating well except you. You ate more than you had earlier however still not much. As everyone finished you did like earlier. Picking up all the plates as, putting them in the dishwasher. You cleaned the counters and the table once more before heading to your room. Your body felt drained. Minho surprisingly came to check on you, peering into your room. “Y/n” he said as he opened the door letting himself in.

“Hey can we talk for a second?” He said making his way to your bed where you were laying.

“About what?” You said not turning to look at him.

“About what you said earlier? You know we aren’t like a normal pack? You aren’t responsible for taking care of everything in the house” he stated.

“I wanna be a good omega. Do as I’m supposed to. Not make anyone upset” the last bit coming out low.

He let out a soft sigh knowing it would take a lot to get you out of this mindset you had put yourself in. “We are always here for you just remember that” he said before placing a kiss to your cheek. As he got up and left your already sleepy eyes closing. You opened them quickly, you got up body moving fast before locking the door. You didn’t want to bother anyone tonight. You laid back down slowly drifting off to sleep. You tossed and turned a bit a mixture of dreams flooding your mind.

Until he was there once more. This time no one was there. It was only you and him. The scene had changed to one more familiar. Your school. His wicked smile easier to see as he stalked his way closer to you. This time you didn’t run though. “You think you can just do all the perfect little omega stuff and everything will be sunshine and rainbows?” He chuckled. “You still have that alpha side. It will always be there, to remind you how much of a freak you are.” He growled his body right up against you now.

“What do you want from me!” You finally screamed back.

“What do I want? For you to realize that no one will love you.. like I can” he said in a sickening voice.

“I don’t want you!” You screamed back his hand quickly coming around your neck like many dreams before.

“It doesn’t matter what you want don’t you get it?” He chuckled. “I’ll always be here, and I’ll make sure to ruin everything you work for until I’m your only option!”

You tried pushing him away tried fighting back for once. His nails digging tightly into your neck. “No one’s gonna save you this time freak. Then you’ll be all mine” he growled barring his teeth. He pushed your head to the side teeth ready to bite at your neck. You let out an almost blood curtailing scream “Stop!” The scream coming out in the real world. Minho who had come back to check on you was at the door. He tried opening it realizing it was locked. His mind raced.

“Bangchan!” He yelled loudly. Chan who had already heard you was already down the stairs running towards your room. “It’s locked!” Minho said his voice laced with panic. Chan with no second thought rushed your door. Breaking it down like it was a piece of cardboard. He moved quickly towards you, something was more wrong than before. He could see small indents of nails in your neck. Like whatever was happening in your dream was actually happening.

He grabbed ahold of you wasting no time knowing what he had to do. His sharp teeth came into contact with your skin. Almost at the same instant that the guys came to your neck. Your body lunched forward a silent scream leaving your lips. Chans arms wrapped around you not before noticing a small hole in your neck where the man had almost been able to bite you.

Your body was still in fight mode scared that it was still happening. You tried pushing Chan away from you screaming and crying “get off!”

Chans hand held onto yours as he shushed you “you’re awake y/n- it’s me- it’s ok” he said rocking you back and forth.

“He tried marking me! It felt so real I-“ you cried. Chan held you tightly in his arms calming you down as he rocked you.

Jeongin had entered the room in all of the commotion looking over at you. He noticed your neck and it hit him. He knew what was going on. “Chan” he said voice louder than normal. Him and Minho shot over looking at the boy standing there. “We have to find him.” He stated.

“What are you talking about?” Minho said eyes almost looking at him like he was crazy.

Jeongin breathed out “one of people from my old pack did something similar to someone who escaped. He’s working with someone, someone who can get to her in her dreams. If we don’t stop him and he bites her in the dream.. it’ll happen in real life. That’s what he’s doing.” He stated. “The person who left.. was tormented.. the person that they were supposed to be married off to did it. Marking them in their dreams so they couldn’t be with anyone else. So they had to return.” He babbled.

“But she’s already marked!” Chan said louder than he meant to making you jump.

“Yes, and I’m sure he knows that but if he marks her too. Like an Alpha. He’ll still have ties to her. You know that.” Jeongin said.

“I’m gonna find that motherfucker and kill him. I’m gonna fucking end his life!” He growled.

Your body stiffened at his words “alpha I’m sorry.. I’m sorry” you kept apologizing feeling like you had caused so much harm already.

“Sh sh it’s ok. You didn’t do anything” Chan spoke again his words softer this time. “We are gonna find a way to make this end. I promise. I’ll keep you safe even if it costs me my life” he said kissing your forehead.

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[thedarkprinceofulaid]

Finan gazes at Hild as she speaks, falling entranced by the way the firelight dances in her light hair, very much like the first time that he had gazed upon her. When Uhtred and him had been retrieved from Sverri, years ago now. The evening that Ragnar and Hild had set them by a fire and cooked food that they didn’t touch. The moment that she looked like a Goddess before him, the first women he’d laid eyes on in years. And at this moment, she looks very much the same— her golden hair pulled back away from her face, the little smile that teases at her lips.

He intertwines their fingers again, studying her a moment as if trying to remind himself that this moment is real. That he is truly hearing the words falling from her lips. He smiles at her warmly, believing her genuinely— all except the last part, perhaps.

“Thank you,” Finan replies softly, nearly a whisper as he brings her hand up to kiss the back of it. “I am undeservin’ of such words. You have had a large role in makin’ me into this man you hold in such high regard,” he winks at her. He pauses a moment, letting the gaze linger between them before his mind can’t help but reel backwards.

“Do you think it so?” Finan drawls softly, genuinely. “That you are in love with me?”

@warriorabbesshild

Dark hues are replaced with a scatter of light across the horizon as dawn approaches, and Finan is already placing his bags on Péarla’s saddle in his last preparations for the journey. Steapa joins him in readying his own horse, the King having given his permission for his guard to travel alongside the Irishman and the Abbess to Saltwic. Steapa welcomes the reprieve, already chatting and chuckling with Finan in the early morning hours. If anything, Finan knows this man can be trusted, despite his affections for Alfred.

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[alaskan-wallflower]

kind of funnyish but when i saw the outsiders musical there’s a dinner scene between the curtis brothers and at the end of bows i remember i think it was brody and jason and brent? (my eyes aren’t the most reliable, they all kind of look the same except pony because he’s got the fluffy hair or the sasuke on crack wig) ran back to the table and just started wolfing a bit of the food down before waving goodbye with their mouths full and running off and it was such a curtis brothers thing to do.

[fridayiminlovemp3]

that weird ass fucking lifetime christmas movie that’s thinly veiled fan fiction about taylor swift and travis kelce makes me so uncomfortable like that is FREAK behaviour, making that a real movie is FREAK BEHAVIOUR. i can’t even watch the trailer for it it just freaks me out

[cuteniarose]

It’s almost 6 a.m and I can’t sleep because I’m being plagued by thoughts of The Latest OC

[disneyprincessdxminatrix]

wallowing in self pity as an after work activity.

[cloneboywonder]

im so CWCcoded

[sharkieboi]

found the stupidest hack to finally wash my dishes and it’s literally just don’t change out of my work uniform when I get home