#first trial

[lyle-and-erik-menendez]

Erik Menendez + Glasses

[aboutcustardcreams]

Face your fears or ...chicken out?

a/n: Nothing much, just a bit of bickering, before the first trial finally begins. I wanted to post something considering it's been two weeks now, and I'm soooorry. But you see? I always come back, I keep my promises ;)

previous chapter

“Was it there before?” Jen asked the group once you stopped walking.

“I doubt it,” the boy began. “It’s how the road works. It changes according to who’s walking it. Am I right, Agatha?”

Your lover didn’t answer immediately, but she gave an absent hum in response. Her mind was racing with thoughts and in all honesty so was yours. If the house wasn’t daunting in the traditional sense of being scary looking, its sheer luxury and elegance were still strikingly out of place, given where it stood. 

“There awaits our first challenge,” she replied, her tone sounding as confident as possible. You sighed through your nostrils, and when your fingers reached out to brush her forearm, she met your kind eyes and smiled, “I sure hope there’s fine wine to welcome us.”

You nodded your head, with a quiet chuckle. “The aesthetic looks promising.”

“I can’t drink wine, yet.” Teen sulked, in a way that showed his young age.

Alice’s lips stretched in a sympathetic smile. She came up to him and tapped his back affectionately, “we aren’t here for that, kid. And even if there was wine, we shouldn’t have any of it,” she added carefully.

Agatha’s lips pursed in a grimace, “speak for yourself.”

Rolling your eyes, you pulled at her sleeve, “Come on now.”

The other witches followed suit, their steps careful and calculated, as if traps could set off at any moment under their feet. 

“Here we are,” Lilia announced. “Should we knock?”

Jen shrugged, her eyes flickered towards Agatha, considering she was the only one that would know the answer to that. 

“Ah! I’m excited!” Teen stomped his feet, grinning happily. 

Your lover made a face, her tongue pressing against her cheek. Excited wasn’t exactly the word she would use to describe how she was feeling right now.

You were too busy to observe the details of the front door to give him an answer. The murmurs of the others faded into the background, barely registering in your mind. 

Your fingers moved delicately over the letters etched along the edges of the door, and as you traced them, they shimmered with a soft, silvery glow.

A sense of unease twisted your stomach. 

“Is that Greek?” Teen asked softly. 

Lilia nodded, “it would seem so.”

“Something to do with ancient pagan gods?” Jen suggested.

You shook your head and put down your hand. “It says ‘the Moirai have decreed it all.”

Agatha’s face paled; her body tensed up as she picked up the pieces. “No. Not again.” She voiced out, taking a single step back. 

You raked your fingers through your hair, then turned towards Agatha. 

You offered her a reassuring glance, that turned out more helpless than anything. You could lie to those witches, pretend that reading that inscription hadn’t affected you one bit, but it did, and Agatha knew, because it was affecting her too. 

“Agatha, we can’t go back,” you tried to say. 

“Well, we can’t go further either,” she shot back. 

“Moirai… it stands for Sisters of Fate,” Lilia reasoned out loud, her brows furrowing in thought. As the realization dawned, her eyes widened, flickering between you and Agatha. . She knew you had to deal with the Fates back in the day. You had been haunted, persecuted for years; she was unaware of the precise amount of time yet she knew, she felt it had been enough to break both you and Agatha in different ways.

“It’s your trail, isn’t it?” She asked you, a veil of concern shimmering in her eyes. 

Agatha shook her head, jaw tightening as she took hold of your hand. “No, it is not.” There’s a hint of hardness in her voice, not meant to you, obviously. “She is not going there.”

You sighed. “Aggie… we can’t not go–” 

You understood her, truly you did. But this place, real or not, wouldn’t let you retreat so easily. The whole point of the Witches’ Road was to face your fears, fight them, hopefully be freed of them at the end. You could only hope it would go well for you. Hope, it’s all you had. But you’d never know that if you didn’t give it a proper try. 

“Don’t give me that.” She argued, her voice cracked slightly when your thumb started tracing soothing circles over her skin. “I can’t watch you go through that again,” she continued. 

For years, three whole years to be exact, she had to live with the ghost of you, where one moment you were there, and the other you weren’t. You’d zone out, say things that didn’t make sense, cry yourself to sleep. And worse. So much worse, she couldn’t even begin to remember, let alone name it. 

The others watched without uttering a single word, knowing this topic was rather sensitive for the two of you. 

“Who says you have to? I mean–” You began, your gaze drifting off the mansion once again, a hint of a smile crossing your lips. “We have no idea what’s in there. Could be anything and nothing. Point is, we can’t know until we face our fears.”

Agatha stared at you; lips pressed in a thin line. Those blue orbs pierced through you, full of hidden sadness, concern… a pinch of rage too. She couldn’t face that fear. Correction, she didn’t want to. 

First the Road decided to materialize itself out of nowhere, and as if that wasn’t enough of a shock, the first trial had to be yours. It made no sense. Everyone there had something to gain at the end of the Road, but you? You’d never even hinted at wanting anything for yourself. And what if something went wrong? Would the Road really kill you if you failed the trial? What would be of Agatha then, if it happened? 

“She’s not alone,” Teen added, his eyes locked with Agatha’s, but his hand rested upon your shoulder. The spontaneity of his gesture warmed your heart and caused your lips to stretch into a smile. “We can help her, right?” He asked the group, and one by one, despite a little indecision, Alice, Lilia and Jen nodded their heads. 

“I’m a protection witch,” Alice stepped closer, her hands tucked into the pockets of her snug black jeans. “I’ll have your back,” she eyed you. “If you have mine.” 

A soft chuckle escaped your lips at that. “It looks like a fair deal.” 

Agatha’s eyes darted towards Alice, brows furrowing. Trusting other witches had never come easily to her; her past experiences had made sure of that. You and Rio had been rare exceptions—exceptions that had thinned to only you, after Rio’s ultimate betrayal. 

She had no real reason to doubt the younger witch’s words, and yet she couldn’t help it. Doubt. Wonder. Fear.

“That’s the point of a Coven,” Teen continued with a cheerful smile. “Together we are… stronger.”

“He’s right, Agatha,” you said back. “Let’s give it a try. Together.”

Agatha scoffed – the hint of a bitter smile tugged at her lips. Sure, you all could try, but there was no guarantee it would be a success. Not that she cared much about the others' lives. Teen’s perhaps. She would keep an eye on him. She knew you would too. You’d made it clear from the start that you couldn’t bear the weight of another death on your conscience. That determination would likely drive you to recklessness, risking a lot to make sure they all made it out alive.

However, her priority was you. On top of them all, even at the expense of her power. 

“That’s true, however I’d feel a bit more confident if we had that Green Witch by our side,” Jen mumbled under her breath. 

A sigh slipped from your lips at her jibe, “As I already told you, we don’t need her.”

“We do, or Lilia wouldn’t have written her name–” She insisted. 

Agatha let out an incredulous chuckle at that. Darkish even. “You should work a bit more on yourself, Jen. Being so insecure doesn’t suit you.”

Her words hit a nerve. You could see it by the way her eyes darkened, and her nostrils flared. Agatha appeared pleased with that.

“It was exactly your arrogance that got you once, didn’t it?” The witch decided to ignore Agatha’s provocations and shift her focus on you. You seemed more reasonable, less prone to fight, yet equally stubborn. 

You swallowed thickly, hands turning into fists in slow motion. Arrogance, she says? Was it really arrogance that pushed you into doing everything you knew and could to save your son and grant him more years to live?

“You’re really pushing your luck here, Kale.” Agatha tumbled out, blood boiling. 

Taking your silence as a free pass to continue, she took into your eyes as they slowly but steadily filled with tears. “If you don’t admit to yourself that you need all the help you can get, you’ll make the same mistake, again.” 

You grimaced, with a shake of your head. “I thought I’d get used to this. The misinformation. The lies they fed you to make you judge us for what we did–” 

Agatha’s eyes flickered back to yours, her brows furrowing at the scrunch on your face. She wanted to hold you, right there and now. Pull you into her arms and stop that subtle trembling of your body caused by the words of the ignorant. 

“It’s so easy to believe the stories, isn’t it? So easy to point a finger and say, they did it wrong. But for your information, I did ask for help. And it was given to me. What happened next is another story that you don’t know. ” 

The pain of those days lingered. It never left you nor Agatha. Hitting you both with force, despite that being in different ways. There were things– secrets that you buried inside your heart. You weren’t proud of that, but you had to do what you had to do. 

Jen folded her arms over her chest and breathed from her nostrils, “Alright. Okay.” She finally conceded, spotting raw honesty in your eyes and voice. “But you can’t really blame us for the things we have been told. It’s up to you to tell us the truth, so that we can see it differently.” 

“It’s up to us, yes.” Agatha remarked quietly. The calmness of her tone came in total contrast with the fury storming into her blue orbs. When her hand leaves yours, for a moment you’re cold. “But in the meantime, try not to be a bitch about it. Oh and– don’t you ever call her arrogant again,” she hissed, her voice barely above a whisper, yet potent enough to shake Jen’s insides. 

You stepped in then, with a gentle hum. “Alright so, the moral of the story is we need to start trusting each other more if we want to survive. No prejudices. No nothing. Just… openness. Can we do that?” 

Agatha was about to say something– you felt it by the way her chest inflated. You simply stared at her then, a silent warning flashing upon your eyes, a plea even. You needed her to try too. The only way to make it to the end was in a group, as a team. 

“Please–” you insisted carefully, voice still soft. “Try. For me?” 

For your sake. You knew she would. “You’re so unfair,” she grumbled adorably. 

“And why’s that?” You inquired almost teasingly. 

“Because you know I’d do anything for you,” she muttered in a single breath. 

Everyone noticed, despite the whispered words, the raw honesty in her voice. To openly admit something like that, so intimate, personal, meant exposing her vulnerabilities in the light of the day for everyone to see. To exploit. 

Your smile grew. Your cheeks darkened. That was her first step. The openness you were talking about just one moment ago. 

Shifting closer to her, you grazed her cheek with the back of your hand. “Thank you.” 

She wrinkled her nose adorably, as if brushing off the sentiment. “Don’t. It’s annoying,” she grumbled, her voice tinged with feigned irritation. 

“Oh?” You tilted your head, a humming sound slipped from your lips. “What is?” 

“You! This!” she burst out, throwing her hands up in exasperation. “You’re always so… so…”

The others shared a knowing glance, as they grinned. 

You reached out, your hand brushing against her cheek in a featherlight touch. Every fiber of your being wanted more, more of her, of her warmth, her skin, her lips, her scent all over you. 

Agatha might have exposed you as her greatest weakness, and you were about to do the same, not with words, but with actions. She was everything. Your everything. Strength. Weakness. And all the undefinable spaces in between. Her skin was warm beneath your touch as you traced the line of her jaw with your fingers. 

The world seemed to blur, leaving only the two of you. Slowly, carefully, you leaned in, your breath mingling with hers and then your lips met. Just like that. Softly. Gently. Passionately. 

She tugged you closer, leaving no space between your bodies, and the kiss deepened— 

Alice turned around, and so did Teen. His cheeks darkened and his eyes dropped onto the floor, whereas Lilia averted hers to the details of the front door before her. 

Jen waited a couple of seconds. She tried– really.

But when Agatha’s lips lingered just a little too long on yours, she couldn’t help herself. “Oh, this is adorable ,” She cut in, deadpan. “But can you two not ?”

“Right, um, sorry…” you stuttered, cheeks blazing as you reluctantly pulled away from Agatha. 

She was smirking, instead. Pleased even, as her hands slid down to your waist, offering you playful, yet affectionate strokes. “Another time, sweet girl,” she purred, her voice a low, velvety promise. “And perhaps, far away from jealous , prying eyes.”

Everyone smiled amusedly, except for Jen. “We could all die here, but sure- kiss ad nauseam!” 

You caught Agatha running her tongue over her lips, still savouring your taste in her mouth. It made you blush harder. 

“Don’t be such a bummer,” Teen said back. 

Jen widened her eyes at him. ���So I am the bummer here? Really?” 

You had to press your lips tightly to prevent yourself from laughing. For a bunch of seconds it worked, but Jen’s expressions of pure disbelief were way too hilarious for you to resist. 

“Children don’t tell lies, Kale.” 

“Agatha, I’m sixteen,” he deadpanned. 

“You’re really insufferable, Harkness,” said Jen instead. 

“Yeah,” she replied, her tone still carrying playfulness in it. “I know.”

It wasn’t clear whether she was replying to one or the other, and it only added to their frustration. She pressed her tongue against her cheek, and then offered you a sly wink. 

You knew it was best to stop that conversation before it took a turn for the worse. “Last one up is the real bummer!”  

You flashed a quick glance to the others, amusement shimmering as without even thinking too much about it, you pushed the door open and stepped inside under the gaping gazes of the others. 

“Hey!” Agatha let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m so buying you a leash! Watch me buy you a leash.” 

The others heard her say as she followed you in a hurry. 

Alice entered after her, followed by Teen and Jen. Before stepping inside Lilia looked closely at the details of the door one more time, focusing on a serpent biting its tail, carved right under the Greek inscription taking up the center of the door. The silver light gave away the impression that it moved in a circle, but it was probably an optical illusion. Yet, when she tried to touch the head of the serpent, his eyes flashed, and she could bet she heard the creature hissing at her, so she yelped, withdrew her fingers and closed the door behind hurriedly. 

“I’m way too old for this–” she whined. Her brows furrowed as she took in each of you.

When did you change your clothes? When did she change hers?

[museforyourthoughts]

May we all raise our purse from Talbots high tonight in honor of Sharon Davis on this somber day. We never did learn the secret to your fluffy azaleas. 😭🥲🌸

[winterfireblond]

A Little Dream won't hurt. Right?

Peaceful and relaxing sleep.

When did I fall asleep?. I ask myself, I don't remember honestly but I can lay here still for more hours.

Something's tickling my arms, and now I can smell earth and grass. I'm outside? But I'm laying into something soft, serving as my pillow but I'm not sure.

Slowly, slowly fluttering my eyes open. I was greeted with greens around me.

Trees?

Tall and healthy trees, full of lush green leaves. So I'm indeed outside, laying on the ground, grass under me that tickles my exposed skin.

Something or rather someone is brushing my hair with their left hand while the other holding my head in place. Looking up, I was greeted with a pair of eyes bluer than the clear sky above us. Skin paler than the color of Peace (what I imagine most of the time when the word is presented or used). I was lying on someone's lap rather comfortably.

Suddenly I have this urge to pull myself up and kiss the familiar yet stranger straddling my head on her lap. Maybe it was the Calmness that smile from those kissable lips brought or the stillness of the area around us, or the peace and comfort this woman is just emanating.

It seems that the person hovering over me knows the intent behind my still groggy eyes, to kiss her. And so She helped me pull myself up a little higher so I can plant a kiss, but I was only able to kiss her by her jaws. But I can feel that it is all welcome.

I can just lay there and relish the moment with her.

But...

But...

My Alarm woke me up..

[1nksta1neddesk]

A Court of Readers and Dreamers

Chapter 15: Den of the Beast

I was led down some back corridor, the roars of the faeries awaiting my demise echoing off the hall like a twisted war cry. The stone was damp and muddy, the promise of the lair at the end of it. I was glad I had chosen the leather boots as the mud squelched even in the passageway, the grip of the sole helping just a bit from keeping me slamming into the floor due to a slip. 

Then the passage widened and opened to an arena, the crowds pushing at each other to see me, the victim of their bets as I saw flashes of gold and silver exchanging hands from the corner of my eye. The corner because I still stared solely at Amarantha, unwavering as I looked at her dressed in a pure white gown, so easy to stain.

 I was thrown in front of where Amarantha and Tamlin sat, their chairs elevated from the mud on a wooden platform. Between us the Wyrm den was exposed to the air, a maze of rank mud that stung at my eyes even as I only stood at the edge. The fervor of the faeries in the crowd had up-ed and Amarantha had to raise her arm to silence them as she stared back at me. The space silenced in a moment and I could hear the thump of my heart in my ears as I only slightly widened my stance. 

“Well, Feyre,” she said as she placed a possessive hand on Tamlin’s knee, the movement meant to enrage but my eyes only ever so slightly glanced down to Jurian’s, staring at me where it swiveled in its imprisonment ,“Your first task is here. Let us see just how strong that human determinations runs, shall we?” She leaned just ever so much forward as she continues, examining a nail as she did so, “I did take some liberty of learning some things about you, and I do think that this will appeal to your tastes.” 

She waved the hand she had been inspecting, “Take a look then.”

I smiled at her, letting my canines gleam for just a moment before I rushed towards the edge. I was afraid I was going to slip on the mud as I pushed onward, but my momentum carried me over the edge as I flew in open air for just a moment. Faeries gasped and shouted as I slammed into a mud covered wall, the slickness of it cushioning me. I dug my fingers into the walls to slow my descent before I handed slightly harshly in the maze. 

I was already half soaked in mud from my slide and I did not hesitate to scoop more of the rancid mud from the wall and floors to smear along any exposed parts of me. It soaked into the fabric quickly and I spread it across my face and down my neck, running my muddy fingers through my hair to clean the mess from my hands.

I looked up to see Amarantha peering down at me, frowning at my camouflage, “Rhysand told me you are a huntress. So, mortal, hunt.” She motion to a group of lesser fae, “Release it,” Amarantha called and the creaking sound of a gate being open set my feet moving down and away from the rumble of the creature that was released. 

I ran with no plan, just scanning the wall for a sliver of the opening that would have saved Feyre. The beast wasn’t behind me, not directly, but I felt its writhing in the air, knew it was with me in the open space as I threw myself around corners. My legs strained under me but they knew how to move against the mud, years of running in spring rains that formed quagmires in the woods making the push and slide familiar. 

Oh I was really hopeful I had taken off in the right direction, that I was not working against myself as I search and searched. My lungs burned and I tasted iron on my tongue as I ran, and while the taste was always concerning it kept the stench of mud from fully permeating my senses. Then I saw it, the crack that was so horrendously thin I feared I would get stuck as Feyre had.

I did not slow as I needed the force behind me to slam through the crack. I wedged myself between the mud, all but the edge of my shoulder and hip in between the tight walls as I wiggled and pushed against it. The entire time I had been running the faeries above were cheering, goating at the wyrm that was utterly lost in its own home as I had disappeared from its senses. There were boo’s as well, many of them calling me a coward for hiding as I finally broke free of the wall as I stretched and pulled. 

“Feyre, come out and play. All this hiding is ruining the fun of the sport.” Amarantha was talking on her platform and even though I was hidden from her sight I flipped her off as I walked through the den of the wyrm. Bones crunching underfoot as I found the open air of the arena again, I at the center of a steep walled mud pit. Taunts came from above of me now being the prey as though that isn’t what this game intended to make me as I scrounged about in the mud, forming a small pile of long ivory bones that held promise to my eye. 

I snapped a dozen bones over my knee a piece as I set the shattered ends facing the sky, deadly spikes for anything ascending from above. Then one knee became bruised and I switched to the other, and when that one bruised I broke it across my shins, under my foot, any way I could until I had a field of ivory stalagmites. A spiral of ivory death that would impale the wyrm on its long dead prey. Hopefully what or who ever the bones had come from would feel pride at being the things to kill the beast.

I cleared a small space that I hoped I could land in when it came time before I stood to admire my work, catching my breath. Movement caught my eye and I looked up, to a small platform that held the remaining 6 High Lords of Prythian, that held Rhysand with night shrouding his shoulders like a cape as he looked down at me. The other 5 were rigid as they stood next to him, but all watched me with apprehensive eyes and I resisted the urge to wave.

There was a pict looking down at me, cursing, “What are you doing? Useless mortal! Fight the damn thing instead of playing around!” The words sent a ripple of questions of my intentions through the crowd as I still looked up at Rhys.

“What is it doing?” A smaller female fae asked, near the pedestal of the high lords as she bent over the edge of the 

He slid his hands into his pockets as he spoke, “She is laying a trap, a huntress who has become invisible to their prey.” I smiled as purring pride settled in my chest.

I took 3 spare bones to stab my way into the mud, pulling myself up rung by rung as I made my bone ladder. I surveyed the trap from above, nearly artistic with the slanted white against filthy brown. I climbed back down my ladder and collected half a dozen bones to be used as my pivot points, securing them in my belt loops before I was out of the pit again, jogging to find my prey. I followed the sounds of the crowd toying with the wyrm, marking each turn I took with a bone.I followed the sound of the wyrm, the sloshing of mud, the crunch of bones of whatever the faeries above were feeding it, and came around a corner to view it. 

Seeing it for the first time made my stomach turn over itself even more so than the elevated stench. It was a giant earth worm with rows and rows of razor sharp teeth that were tearing through the flesh of whatever was in its maw. Now that I had confirmed where it was I slowly back down the path I had come from. I was several meters back from the bend when I took the last remaining shaft of bone I had saved, its edge the sharpest, and dragged it across the top of my bicep. Blood poured down to mix with the mud against my arms, red bright against the filthy brown. The crowd fell silent and I did not wait for Lucien to warn me as I took off toward my trap. 

I was not sprinting as I waited for it to burst from the wall and follow after me, this plan dependent on the wyrm not being able to stop itself as did the hunting for me. The sound of shattering mud and dirt had me only glancing over my shoulder for a second to check the distance as the open jaws of the wyrm approached behind me.

Then I was sprinting like my life depended on it, because it did, toward my trap. I skidded across the mud as I grabbed the juts of bone I had placed, pulling myself through the corners as the wrym slammed into them and was forced to slow down. My joints all groaned and I felt my ankle slipping under itself as I fought to stay up in the mud. 

My throat and nose were burning as I came to the straight away, the slight rise that marked the pit just before me as I dug my feet in deeper. The cheers of the faeries above me were changing as the wyrm appeared behind me, thrashing in its desperation for another meal. 

With a final prayer to whatever heavens that would accept me I was sailing through the air. I twisted in the air as I aimed for my section of safety, and slammed hard into the sludge. Bones in the mud crunched under my weight as the breath was knocked from me and I rolled, my brain rattled as I turned over and over. My arm twisted under me at a horrid angle as I felt small snaps reverberate up my arm. But I only had a few moments to run into the safety of a dark tunnel opening, away from the serrated teeth that came over the edge.

Everything shook as the wyrm lept into its den, dropping like a rock as it impaled itself on the bone spikes.  One moment it was writhing in the open air and the next a limp, oozing, body was in front of me, its mouth still open to swallow me. I still couldn’t breath as I laid back against the mud, all the times I fell from trees and knocked the wind out of myself did not compare to this as I was exhausted and tempted to weep at my victory as I finally regained the ability to draw breath. I turned over in the mud and noticed the wrong bends of my left hand, fingers not responding as they slanted at extra joints. My hand was mangled from when it had been slammed under me

I crawled my way from the tunnel entrance, wincing at the red of my blood that was dripping down my arm and into the mud as I pulled myself up my undisturbed bone ladder. My right hand was still holding the bone blade I had used to cut open my arm, making it a struggle to climb up with only one arm.

I pulled myself over the ledge, hooking my knee over the edge in aid before I was grinning up at where Amarantha sat. That white dress taunted me as she looked down over the edge of the trench.

“Well,” Amarantha said as smirked down “I suppose anyone could have done that.”

I changed my grip ever so slightly on the bone before I was taking a running start. A few steps as I hefted the bone above my shoulder and twisted, a shooting star of visceral. It reverberated as it sank into the mud at the edge of her feet, spattering and ruining that white lace. Gasps of spectators at the quivering bone as I turned to them, the ones who had bet on mine and Feyre’s death, who saw me as a little rat to feed to their snake.

“What?! Is this not what you were here for?” I screamed at them, raising my good arm to them, and they were silent as I raged. “You bet money on my life, but I am the one who won! This is a show for you, so tell me, are you not entertained? Did I give you a good enough performance?” I let it pour from me as blood dripped down my ruined finger tips. And there was a pause, a contemplating silence before the roar of the crowd was back, cheering. I wanted to collapse to my knees even as adrenaline raced through me, and I hung my head ever so slightly.

The blood dripping down my side was not from the slice to my bicep, the cut went under the river of iron coming from an impaled shard of bone through the top of my shoulder. I quickly looked away as the pain split through me, still dulled enough by the adrenaline that I did not black out on the spot.

“Such an eloquent speech, and I am sure you will be happy to know that a good deal of my court did lose their money, all but one.” She said it with a sigh like it was a domestic matter as she waved away a servant who had come up to here with a spread scroll with what I assumed was the bettings. Now she held the paper, examining it further, “Yes, most did bet you would die in the first minute, then five, but only one for victory.”

I knew who it was without having to look at him, hoping the silver I had added to the lining of his pocket was enough to get Amren some nice jewelry as my head swam. Maybe the pain was starting to overtake me.

“Take her away, I have grown tired of it.” Though her intonation was casual, her hand had tightened to white knuckle her arm rest as she made another cool command, “Rhysand, come here.”

I winched, both at the threat the words posed and at the jarring pain that had me biting back a scream as the Attor swept me up from the wyrm den. The red skinned guards grabbed for me as I was dumped at floor level, hauling me off to the cell. I passed out as I was thrown to the stones, smearing the mud that still clung to me.

[coconchanel]

Fated?...

It was Friday, your best day of the week. What was that?....TGIF right?

You couldn't wait for classes to finish so you could wind off with your bestie- Park Suho. So it wasn't unusual when you ran out of your lecture halls immediately the bell went to the snack bar where you girls usually met up after classes. You ordered a strawberry milkshake for you and chips for Suho out of habit while you sat on a stool to wait for her. Twenty minutes had passed without a sign of her causing you to furrow your brows. Suho wasn't really a fan of classes so her tardiness today was a bit strange. You pulled out your phone- that's when you noticed 5 missed calls and a text from her.

Berrb (~^3^)~

Baekhyun's in town. I'm sorry will make it up to you.

You couldn't help but sigh pouting your lips in the process. Baekhyun and Suho were in a long distance relationship. Which meant that anytime he was in town it was make-up-for-lost-time time; and in as much as you understood that, you hated that it was now of all times. Your eyes glazed over the bag of chips that was supposedly for Suho and in a matter of seconds it was open and almost finished by you and then you decided to hang a bit too full to move.

"Hey, Wake up."

"Hey shut the fuck up" You murmured, desperately trying to connect back to your dreamland. A deep chuckle was all it took for you to raise your head and look around. You were still at the snack bar but that wasn't important. The important thing was who woke you up.

"J-Jungkook?" As in the Jungkook in literally half of all your classes, the Jungkook you have a not-really-a-crush on. Okay scratch that you adored the guy cuz who wouldn't. Your brain was on overdrive as you couldn't help but stare at his face now that it was up close. " I-uh-thought I should wake you up since it's late." The way he fumbled with his words plus his cuteness tugged at your heart strings the more. if that's even possible, but that was true it was actually late. You stood from the chair grabbing your bag and some of the books you came with. "Thanks." you mumbled earning a nod from him.

The walk down the hallways was kind of awkward for the both of you. You were so silent, counting your steps even and him on the other hand...

Jungkook carried a torch for you since he met you in freshman year. He was ecstatic to find out he was in most of your classes but since you were always with your friend he didn't have courage to approach you but he was happy watching over you from the sidelines. Hell, he was so whipped he drew every picture he could of you. Those drawings in the very backpack he carried as he walked beside you. You both were now in senior year and he had decided to man up and tell you today after classes, but one look at his watch and you were already gone. As the both of you walked side by side he debated with the thought of confessing. Would it be so sudden? Would it be-

"Bye and thank you" You said turning around immediately. Your mind was muddled hence you didn't notice a rock and you...tripped.

"Ohmyfuckinggawd" You cussed silently earnestly hoping that you didn't just embarrass yourself in front of your crush, but the hurried footsteps and his worried voice proved otherwise. "Hey are you hurt?" he asked crouching beside you. You weren't hurt beside the bruise on your knee which you are sure he saw since he was literally removing everything from his backpack. "Here" he finally whispered when he found the bandage he was looking for but your mind was on something else. In his haste he didn't notice he had removed his sketches which were now on your lap.

You couldn't help but gasp at the very detailed drawings of you. Your eyes went to his and he looked down in an attempt to hide from your gaze. He gave a sigh, it was now or never then.

"You caught me" He mumbled making you furrow your brows in confusion. He quietly sat beside you as he looked at anything but you. " I like you a lot, seems it grew to love" He finally said heaving at how light his chest seemed. He looked back at you though since you hadn't replied for a while fear visible in his eyes. " Uh-you don-" You cut him off with a kiss. It was blissful,and passionate all in one and you wouldn't have asked for anything else.

"I like you too dork, who carries bandages around in their bags anyway."

[ladyorlandodream]

You cannot NOT laugh 🤣🤣🤣

[trektown]

Holy shit I found THE gif

[lazylittledragon]

dndads s1 you're so special to me

[puppppppppy]

Bridge to turnabout doodles

[lyle-and-erik-menendez]

"His whole face was this pale, ashen and he had this gray under his eyes. The weight of his testimony, of having to really destroy the reputation of my family. I remember when he apologized to me on the stand, for molesting me. That was a devastating moment for me. He had never said he was sorry before."

Erik Menendez

[spookberry]

Kyoko is so funny

[citruscloudd]

They’re the blueprint <3

[haliaiii]

Juno’s champion

[somewhereincairparavel]

jason getting so excited to show apollo and meg his designs and models of the shrines, and when you cut to the scenes and compare them to after his death, apollo cries after looking at jason's dioramas while jason's voice "remember what it's like to be human" starts playing in his head over and over, and meg defending jason's diagrams for temple hill literally FIGHTING two euryonomos with a single hand to keep them safe and preserve them from destruction never fails to make me sob actually. I'm not okay.