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erodasfishtacos · 3 years ago

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i have an idea for gangrry

what if one of Harry’s old one night stands sees y/n with harry and warns her that he’s just gonna use her for sex like he did with her and y/n is just like he’s my husband and father of my kids 😐✋

Irrevocably Hers

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warnings: mentions of drugs, abortion, child neglect

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YN and Harry were with his associates at one of the higher end cigar bars on the north side of London and it was nearly one in the morning.

The babies were tucked away safely at home with their trusted nanny and team of security but they didn’t like leaving them for too long.

It was a deal for a large quantity of weapons from off the coast of Greece.

YN was being the typical eye-candy distraction so no one found their dealings suspicious, it was hard to pay attention to anything other than the beautiful woman in a sexy red cutout dress ***.

When the foreign men get up to order another round for the table, YN saunters over to her husband, and smiles when his ringed hand automatically cups the back of her neck possessively.

“You look like a fucking wet dream tonight, darlin’. Y’gonna put out tonight? Let me fuck you till you cry?” He rasps quietly, his eyes constantly darting to ensure their security.

YN’s voice is low, so no one else could have a chance at hearing, “Do…do you think the babies are okay? Olive was so fussy before we left. I’m just anxious that they’re okay.”

“Brat, our babies are fine. I have the security cameras connected m’phone and I’ve been checking on them every couple of minutes,” He tells her lowly, his thumb rubbing the ridge of her spine to soothe her.

And he wasn’t lying, when she looks down - his phone is on his lap and the screen is dimly lit with a view of their twins cribs as they sleep safely and soundly.

It was just….YN had to still pinch herself at what a good father her husband was to their children from a man who swears that he’s never felt love for anyone before YN - he’s changed so much.

“Can you leave me alone?” YN hisses at him, shoving him back and storming down the dark corridor of the club.

“Get the fuck back here,” Harry barks with irritation, storming after the girl to grip her shoulder and pull her backwards.

She whips around, a open palm connecting with his check, “Don’t touch me.”

And it has him shoving her against the wall, making the framed pictures shake as their nearly nose to nose, “Tell me where y’put my god damn keys, I know y’stole ‘em. I need to leave.”

“Why? Have a wife and baby at home?” YN scoffs, eyes blazing with irritation and challenge - but she’s not trying to get away - their lips are almost touching.

Harry let’s out a low laugh, “Fuck that. I’ll never have a wife and kid to go home to. Love doesn’t fuckin’ exist and I’d rather shoot myself than have a kid.”

Little did he know that a few years later he would have two little clones of himself at home that he loved unconditionally and would die for at any given moment to protect.

He learned love through YN teaching him that if existed, even when she doubted it did at some points.

Harry didn’t understand (or really want to) how people loved so many others - he had his wife and his two babies and that’s all he needed.

“See? They’re perfect, know I’d never let anythin’ happen to them,” He reminds her, grip on her neck tightening to pull her in for a rough kiss before the men arrive back and she pulls back, fluttering her eyes at them.

“I could have gotten those drinks for you!” YN remarks with an airy, overly generous tone as she smiles like they’re the most impressive men on earth.

“Don’t hurt yourself, dear. Just stay there and look pretty,” One of the men simpers with a congested chuckle as Harry has to hold back his protectiveness.

“Yes sir,” She nods with a faux giggle, running her hand over the man’s shoulder before she leans over to whisper in his ear, “I appreciate the compliment.”

The older man definitely appreciates the feel of her breasts on his back and her lips near ear as she keeps eye contact with her husband.

His jaw is clenched, watching intently as his wife’s fingers deftly dip down into the man’s suit pocket to snatch his phone before quickly standing up and hiding it behind her back.

Harry is always impressed by his wife’s skills, he had to constantly swallow down the urge to grab and mark her up during these types of meetings but he would save that for later.

“Would you leave us the fuck alone, bitch?” Harry barks out to YN, men unaware they were married - thought Harry had just brought some arm candy.

“Sorry, Diablo,” She murmurs obediently, moving to head back to the bar to resume her position.

He can’t help but smack her arse with a bit of force before shaking his head to the men, playing the role, “Atleast she’s got a nice arse, pathetic girl.”

They agree, like the disgusting pigs they are, and YN can’t wait for her repayment when they get home - Harry acting this way during their meetings towards her meant soft, loving time together later.

YN takes her place back at the bar, slipping the phone into her purse before she orders another drink - just a sprite.

A beautiful, leggy brunette saddles up next to her at the bar, ordering a cosmo before she looks YN up and down with a judgemental stare.

“Are you Harry’s bed warmer this week?” The girl smiles with a condescending lift in her voice as she sips her alcohol.

YN raises her eyebrow, trying to swallow down a rude remark back but instead just plays clueless, “Oh, you know him?”

The girl kisses the back of her teeth, a stormy look passing over her face, “Not anymore. A few years back, we hooked up once at a club but he’s an asshole. You better watch it, he’s just going to use you to get off and then move on to the next one.”

“Maybe you two just didn’t connect?” YN offers, still playing dumb as she watches out of the corner of her eyes as Harry finishes up the deal - shaking hands and standing up.

Legs laughs in disbelief, “If we didn’t connect, you two definitely wouldn’t. He’s going to use you and drop like he always has done. He’s just a scumbag.”

YN is absolutely delighted when Harry steps up to the two of them, he hates having to treat his wife like that during their schemes despite how they originally treated each other.

His tattooed hand comes to her jaw, pulling her in for an explicit kiss in front of the brunette. He doesn’t hold back, tongue slipping into her mouth to show her who he belongs to.

“Can I fuckin’ help you?” Harry barks at the girl who’s staring at them - he doesn’t recognize her at all and doesn’t care to.

“I was just telling your new girl of the week that you’re gonna use her for sex and drop her,” She shrugs, trying to puff her chest out with fake confidence.

Harry’s eyes light up with a secret humor that he shares with his wife, he looks at YN and grins wickedly, “Hear that brat? I guess I need t’drop you.”

“I must be a record, five years is a long time for a bed warmer,” YN giggles, welcoming her husband’s hand resting on her inner thigh.

“Can’t help it, y’got the best cunt I’ve ever been in,” He shrugs crudely, his other hand coming up to thumb at her bottom lip, “Never had m’cock sucked as well as you do it.”

YN bites just thumb - making his eyes darkening with desire as he wants to shove two fingers in her mouth to press on her tongue to make her gag.

“Guess that’s why you married me, huh?” She sighs dramatically, gathering her purse over her shoulder and hopping off the stool.

The girl’s mouth is gape open, eyes widening in utter surprise as Harry takes her hand, intertwining them before saying one last thing to the brunette.

“And how about you mind your own business? Don’t ever speak t’my wife again. Just because you aren’t anything near special doesn’t mean you need t’be so desperate,” Harry chuckles meanly before turning away without another glance.

When they’re out of earshot, on their way to the vallet, YN mutters, twinged with a bit of irritation, “She said you two hooked up in a club bathroom.”

As they’re waiting for their car to be pulled around, Harry can’t help but huff in a bit of disbelief at his wife’s disgruntled tone.

“I don’t fuckin’ remember her. Cut it with the jealously, yeah? You know I belong to you. You act like you didn’t dance with arse naked in a club f’years for people.”

Now who has jealously in their words?

“Doesn’t mean I slept with any of them,” She quips, she did not sleep with any men she had ever met at the club…except for Harry.

“You gonna sleep with me?” His voice is dangerously low, his hand slips through the cutout of her dress to palm at her belly, “Yeah, y’gonna put out tonight. Right brat?”

YN wants to roll her eyes at how turned on he’s making himself but she kisses his jaw softly and shrugs, “If you think you deserved it. You smacked my bum and called me a bitch.”

“Never mean that,” He replies with a growl, “Did I hit y’nice and hard?” His hand moves to her backside, squeezing a cheek with a firm grip.

“Mmm, it hurt,” Her voice kittenish to make him bristle at the tone, her bottom lip poured out like she was injured.

“Isn’t that sad? Shouldn’t have married Diablo if y’didn’t want to get fucked up a bit,” Harry chastised, he is standing broad behind her, pushing his hips into hers.

The sexual tension eases during the car ride, YN can actually sense Harry’s anxiety when it’s usually the opposite.

“What’s wrong?” YN asks, his free hand was placed in her lap and she was running her fingers over the tattooed name of their daughter on his knuckles.

“S’nothin’,” Harry doesn’t even take a moment to think before responding, even after multiple years together - he still struggled to talk about his feelings because no one had cared about them before her.

“Don’t lie to me,” YN replies sharply, frustration at his unwillingness to talk sometimes, “Just talk to me.”

His voice is a low rasp, shrugging like it’s not a big deal when he says, “Just miss the babies. Don’t like bein’ away from them.”

YN’s demeanor softens, rubbing his hand and bringing it up to her lips.

He’s avoiding eye contact because he’s embarrassed by the vulnerability, is always like this after he admits something that makes him look “weak”.

He’d only ever be this way with his wife.

“Well that’s why we’re going home to them. Only been gone about three hours,” YN replies, eyeing the clock on the dashboard.

“S’too long. What if they think we’re not coming’ back? I don’t want them t’get scared,” Harry grunts aggressively, he’s not angry with her but he just…he never wants them to be sad or afraid.

YN kisses his knuckles, “They’re not you, H. Remember that please.”

“Bloody never goin’ t’be. How could parents just fuckin’ leave their kid at home for days on end? Without the ability to find food or clean water?” Harry roars, the sound reverberating of the luxe interior.

YN continues to pepper kisses on his knuckles, to support him because that’s what he needs right now - just someone who will listen and not talk.

“Fuckin’ only reason I survived was from figuring out how t’turn on the god damn tub faucet,” Harry scoffs without humor, “Then they come home four days later and throw a bag of crisps at me t’make up for it.”

“Not m’fuckin’ babies. Never be hungry, cold, thirsty, none of that. They’ll always get what they need and never want for anythin’. I used to wish I had a fuckin’ carton of juice, daydream about it,” He swallows harshly, his hand was white from where it was gripping the steering wheel too hard.

Neither say anything as they pull into their heavily guarded home.

He gets out and opens her door like a gentleman, gripping her hand tightly enough to ache as they walk the stairs to the twins nursery.

Harry’s chest deflates, must be in relief, when he sees with his own eyes that they were safe in their cribs.

Beau was out like a light, on his back with a binky half-way out of his mouth and legs curls up - it looked uncomfortable but apparently not.

As for Olive, she was sitting up with her pacifier between her full lips and when she sees her parents, she yanks it out of her mouth and tosses it.

Harry had to let out a chuckle, she was much for fiesty like her mum whereas Beau was more quiet, calculating like his dad.

“Mumma! Daddy!” Olive squeaks happily, standing up and grasping onto the bars to await them coming closer, bouncing with excitement.

“Shush, Ollie. Don’t want to wake up y’brother,” Harry simpers lowly, scooping up the sleep-warm toddler and just hugging her so tightly into his chest, “I missed you so much, lil’ brat.”

And when she instantly nestles into his hard chest with a content squeak and her little hand rests on his neck, tucking around the chain - well fuck, he’s so gone for her.

It makes all those nasty feelings that were conjured up in the car disappear because this little child radiates so much love from such a small body.

YN can tell Harry needs a moment, she kisses Olive’s forehead and murmurs a few sweet words before rubbing her husband’s shoulder and leaving the nursery.

Harry slumps into the plush, velvety rocking chair - rearranging his baby until she’s tucked neatly onto the cradle of his arm.

“Dadadada,” She babbles lowly, green eyes heavy as she blinks up at him - thick, long lashes casting shadows on her warm cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah m’your daddy,” Harry murmurs back, flexing his leg until he starts a slow rocking rthymn - he hates feeling this emotional.

Sometimes he just still can’t believe he was a father, it was something he never ever dreamed of doing or wanting to do until he met YN.

“I’m home now. You can go to sleep, sweet thing,” Harry comforts her, she struggled to sleep when her parents weren’t home and that hurt his chest to think about.

She continues to babble for a little but isn’t squirmy, just gazing lovingly up her father and at one point, tugs at his hand until she can wrap her small hand around his index finger.

He didn’t understand how his parents could have not cared about, neglected him, and have left him for dead multiple time.

When Olive and Beau were placed into his arms after a long labor, it felt like the world shifted a few inches, and life was completely different.

Everything in his body screamed to take care of them, not just the necessities but to love and make them as happy as he could.

“I might be pregnant,” The brunette tells him seriously, if he squints - he vaguely remembers sleeping with her a month or two ago.

Harry doesn’t have time for this bullshit, he never fucked a random broad without a condom - knew girls lied about being on birth control.

Many girls have tried it on the past, wanting to be the one who finally tamed Diablo but it was likely, he wouldn’t finish inside them even with a rubber.

He’s in the middle of a business meeting at the club, didn’t have time for this, “Get rid of it then. And don’t ever fuckin’ talk to me again.”

But when YN had told him she was definitely pregnant with his child, it was a monumental, life-altering event.

After a few minutes of rocking, Olive’s eyes finally fluttered shut and stay that way, puffy pink lips parting as her breathing steadies out.

Very carefully, Harry shuffles his daughter back into her crib and pulls her little fleece blanket over her shoulders, places her binkie that she chucked next to her in case she wants it at some point.

Beau was still asleep, splayed on his back with no care in the world - he could sleep through anything without stirring.

The white-hot tension that was palpable in the bar and while they were waiting for their car had dissipated with Harry’s admission of emotions.

YN was sat in the middle of the bed in a soft cotton nightgown, flipping through a parenting magazine about making organic baby food.

Harry leans against the doorframe, a soft smile gracing his face as he watches her, “I really domesticated you, hm? Tough lil’ thieving stripper turned best mum looking through baby magazines.”

The magazine getting thrown directly at him shouldn’t be a surprise.

His grin widens like the cat who got the cream, stalking towards the bed like he’s now after the mouse who’s glaring at him from their bed.

“You’re the one to talk. You left a drug deal early last night to make sure you were home to help me bathe the babies,” YN accuses defensively, holding herself and eyeing her husband viciously as he knees onto the bed.

“Mm,” Harry agrees shamelessly, hand wrapping around her ankle to pull her closer, “S’not a bad thing, brat. Love that you’re a proper mumma. It’s so sexy.”

YN twists her lips a bit, in disagreement but spreads her legs to let Harry in between them, “You have to say that.”

Harry sneers at her, hand coming to grip her jaw, “I don’t have to say shit. You’re the most fucking gorgeous girl on this earth who gave me two perfect children.”

“Kiss me,” YN whines, hand coming to weave through his hair and pulls him even closer until his lips brushed against hers.

“Stop it,” He demands with a sour expression, focusing her gaze again, he was so used to seeing her so confident - he hated when she didn’t feel good about herself, “Say you’re sexy.”

“I’m sexy, must be because I landed you,” YN’s face lifts a bit, hands moving from his locks to fist his shirt and tugging it over his head - revealing his unfairly nearly chiseled from stone chest and stomach.

“Got me hooked from the moment I met you,” Harry breathes out, breath minty from his gum and the tobacco of his cologne making her deliciously dizzy.

“Lies,” YN replies against his lips, nipping at his bottom lip as she skillfully undoes his belt and the buttons of his skinny black jeans, “You wanted to kill me for the first few months of knowing me.”

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t- fuck,” He groans as she dips into his briefs and wraps her hand around his warm length, pumping him slowly but with a grim grip.

There was something so satisfying about Harry stuttering and becoming breathless with pleasure from her alone.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to fuck you from the moment I saw you,” Harry huffs out, pushing his hips into her palm to get the friction he desired.

YN allows it, she can’t lie and say she doesn’t get a bit memorized, watching his pretty, thick cock slide in and out of her palm - his abdominal muscles flexing and twitching with each motion.

When she looks back up, Harry is watching her fondly with a knowing glance, he nuzzled his nose against her cheek and murmurs, “My body is yours, brat. You fuckin’ own me.”

She can’t wait any longer, she pushes him until his back hits the bed, straddling him, and thanking god she didn’t put on underwear.

YN sits down on him until her bum is tucked in the cradle of his pelvis, hands scratching at his chest, as he lets out an indecent moan.

She doesn’t believe she’s the ‘best’ he ever had performance wise, knows there’s many who have had more skill, grace, technique when it comes to sex impress him.

But she had something that none of them had, that really makes the sex phenomenal- the emotional connection, the love.

The love that blinds Harry into think she’s the best he ever had even when she whines about a leg cramp two seconds before he comes and he has to flip her over and work them back into a rhthymn because she completely threw it off.

He never met a girl so selfish for her own pleasure.

YN wasn’t riding him for all her worth, not moaning loudly or tweaking her nipples to make it more of a show for him to get his rocks off.

No, she was in a lazy pattern of grinding her hips back and forth so his pubic bone brushes against her clit while he taps at her spot with his tip.

It was for her benefit, she was chasing what was rightfully hers, and Harry doesn’t think he could even imagine something hotter than that.

Sure, it felt amazing for him but the slow pace with barely any movement wasn’t going to get him off, YN knew that and didn’t give a fuck.

Shit, he was in love.

Harry palms at her breasts, thumbing over the sensitive peaks as he lets her take what she needs, spewing out endless encouragement and praise.

And when she hits her high, riding it out shamelessly, she then blinks open her eyes and rolls of her back, pulling Harry on top of her and goading him back inside until he’s found his end.

Harry was irrevocable hers.

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firstbeachgoblin · 3 years ago

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Hey! I hope you’re well, can i request an imagine where reader is Embry’s imprint and they haven’t seen eachother in months because reader has a life she can’t just drop for him but she comes back when the pack is blowing up her phone ? Thank youu and don’t worry if you don’t write it, it’s fine!

Thank you for the request! It took a Long time But It's now complete with a total whopping 5k words!! Any way I hope you enjoy the fic.

I put it under the cut because it's so long but it's my brain baby at the moment lo.

Returning to you.

Embry Call x Reader

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Most of my life has been spent in the Forks area so getting to travel to Europe for six months to see the art and culture was a dream come true. The past four months I’ve been travelling through Europe, starting in Greece and ending my trip in the Irish countryside.

The old art and architecture filled me with a joy that I could not get anywhere else in the world. The smells, sounds and sights all played their own part into the experience. I got to see the moon rise over Mount Olympus, the David by Michelangelo in the Vatican, tour through the Louvre, drink wine on the beaches of France and so much more. I’ve been living my best life.

It's been a dream to see the world, I've met so many new people and tried so much food. I’ve enjoyed every minute of my trip, but there was a part of me that longed for the beaches of La Push.

That part is Embry. Embry Call. My boyfriend, my pal, my love and my light. To me Embry is my everything and to him I’m his everything. That is one thing that has been made perfectly clear the past four months I’ve been away. Every day he’s told me he misses me and I know he means it, I’ve been told not just by him but also the rest of the pack.

Everyday I’ve woken up to ‘Good morning I miss you.” Sometimes he phones to tell me that he feels like he might die if I’m away for any longer. I always chuckle and tell him he will survive, it’s not like I’m going away forever; but that's what he feels like it is. This usually earns me a long winded whine from the other end of the line.

My phone buzzed against the smooth surface of the bedside table while Embry’s face flashed across my screen signalling that he’s calling. A smile graces my lips as I pick up the phone to be greeted with his loving voice.

“Hi (y/n)!! I miss you so much.” sadness was laced in his usual cheery greeting, it hurt my heart to be away from him but I would never trade this experience for anything. I’ve been planning this for years and I wasn’t going to pass up cheap plane tickets.

He filled me in on the pack's shenanigans, complaining about how they keep teasing him for being glued to his phone awaiting any updates I would send him. The later it got the heavier my eyelids seemed to feel, my speech started to slur with exhaustion of time zones while Embry continued to become more energetic with each passing minute.

“Em. . .” A yawn interrupted me mid sentence, a low whine emanated from the phone as he knew I would want to get to bed to have the energy for the long trip I’ll embark on tomorrow for Ireland, which is my last stop. I’d be spending the remaining two months of my trip in the lush countryside.

“I think I should get to sleep, I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.” I mumbled into the phone.

“But (y/n)!” he dragged out. I knew he wanted to talk longer but I physically cannot do it. Even though Embry and I don’t live together officially yet, we’d talk into the early morning till one of us fell asleep.

“But (y/n) what?” I dragged out the ‘a’ matching his whine.

“I miss you and want you to come home.” I could hear him pause over line before he continued.

“Besides, sleeping isn’t the same without you.”

I ran my hand through my hair gently tugging on the roots easing the tension that’s built up over my trip. As much fun as I’ve had, he does have a point. Sleeping just isn’t the same without Em. My nights have been spent restless in beds that aren’t mine without the comforting touch of my boyfriend; but that doesn’t mean I can just drop everything and go back home.

“Em you know I can’t just pack everything and go home. . .” I looked at the painting that hung over the tv that sat opposite of my bed. A puppy-like whimper fell from his lips when he spoke again, his voice cracked like he was going to cry. It broke my heart hearing him upset.

“I-I know I just really miss you.”

“I know Embry I miss you too, but it’s only two more months then I’ll be home.”

We chatted for ten more minutes before I fell asleep on the phone. As much as I missed falling asleep in his warm embrace I can’t just fly back home, not yet at least.

The blaring of my alarm woke me from my slumber. The clock face read 6:02 a.m. taking everything within myself to peel back the blankets that encased me in their warm grip. I patted through the bed sheets to find my phone only to knock it onto the floor in the process.

My lock screen adorned a photo of Embry with icing smudged across his face from his birthday party but a swamp of text messages from the pack covered my favourite photo of him. Five texts from Leah, seven from Jake, nine texts from Paul, 12 texts and two missed calls from Sam and a whole group chat titled ‘(y/n) come home.’

The group chat kept pinging with the members of the pack who were still awake discussing the logistics of flying out to Ireland to take me back home. Was Embry really causing that much strife in the pack for them to create a group chat? Knowing him, it couldn’t be too far from the truth.

Leah and I call once a week to check in and make sure the other is doing okay since I left. It’s one of my favourite parts of the week being able to have a one on one with someone sensible. Every week she fills me in on Embry begrudgingly, she does it because she knows it makes me happy which I appreciate.

Reading through her texts she didn’t say much in regards to Em’s behaviour the only message relating to him was “come get your man child please, he’s getting snot on the floor.”

I listened through Sam’s voice mails which were begging me to come home, he informed me that once Em knew I was asleep he started moping around Emily’s house again for the fourth consecutive night in a row. This was news to me.

The texts entailed that Embry was becoming a pain on patrol and that Paul ‘couldn’t take another minute of the incessant whining.’ I told them the same thing I told Embry; I’m not dropping everything and rushing back home to sooth the wails of a love sick boy. There isn’t much I can do from across the ocean anyway.

I stretched my body and headed towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and shower before I had to leave for the airport.

I packed the few remaining things I left out to prepare for the flight and headed my way to the lobby to check out. I enjoyed travelling but I wasn’t going to miss sleeping in hotels and hostels.

Two weeks have passed since I touched down in Ireland and to say I’ve been having the time of my life is an understatement; I’ve been having a ball living my best life.

The land was capped in a luscious emerald green sea of grass that waved in the wind, the roads were lined with hand built stone walls that marked the division of farmers fields.

Sheep and cattle grazed in pastures, and old castles dotted the countryside. It was gorgeous. It was a view that I wanted to see again, a view I want to see with Embry.

It felt like time was flying by between sight seeing, trail hiking, museum tours and calls with Embry and Leah. It has already been a month. I had one more month before I was to jet set back to the U.S. and see my Embry.

One more month before I was back in La Push surrounded by the scent of sea water and trees with the looming threat of rain constantly overhead except in the summer. For two months of the year La Push was bright and sunny with the expected summer storms that happened.

I had fallen asleep on the phone with Embry again when I realized my phone was lost in the sea of sheets as it buzzed with an incoming phone call.

I couldn’t find it until the call had gone to voicemail and my phone landed on the ground when I gave up and ripped the blankets off of the bed but whoever called must have felt it was really important. Picking up my phone the most unflattering photo of Jacob was plastered on the screen, his name in white.

“Hello?” I asked groggily into the phone, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I looked over at the clock which said in bold red numbers 1 am.

“Hey (y/n)! You sound like you just woke up.” I heard him chortle from the other end.

“That’s because I just woke up Jake, it’s one in the morning.” a yawn escaped my lips, I know I’ll have a rough time getting over jet lag when I go home.

He occupied twenty minutes with idle chatter and borderline interrogation about all the sights I’ve seen before I asked him why he was calling me so early in the morning

“Embry has spent the week at my house, you need to come home there’s nothing we can do anymore to occupy him till you return.” He sighed, Jake knows I want to finish my trip but we made a deal that I would come home early if there were absolutely no options left to keep Embry from sending the pack into hysterics.

I knew he was buttering me up for something.

“Are you sure you can’t figure something out? It’s just another month!”

“Another month of him eating my cereal and getting dirt on me from my dad!”

I snorted with laughter at the fact that Billy was telling Embry every embarrassing detail from his childhood.

“Jake please just let me think about it okay?” I sighed, flopping back into my hollowed cave of blankets and sheets.

“Okay, I’ll let you think about it but don’t think I won’t be telling Sam.” he warned.

We laughed together and he wished me a good night before hanging up the phone, before I slipped back into slumber I sent Jake one more text.

‘You wake me up at one in the morning again and it’s over for you.’ in which he responded with ‘Oh no I’m so scared lol.’

I reached over to the bedside table and plugged my phone in before the sweet embrace of warmth and slumber took over my senses.

The next three days I was bombarded with texts from Paul whining about the wolf mind link and how every patrol shift he had with Embry was spent tuning out his constant thoughts of me.

Standing in the shower with hot water running over my skin soothing my tense muscles I heard my phone buzz against the granite countertop. I rolled my eyes and continued to bask in the endless hotel hot water.

As bad as staying in hotels could be, the hot water made up for the early breakfast and sheets that were tucked in a little too tightly.

I had shampoo in my hair when my phone started buzzing again, this time with a call. I grumbled under the stream of water washing away the soap before it could get in my eyes; whoever's calling can wait.

I moved on to conditioning my hair, letting it sit while I wash the rest of my body with a lightly scented lavender soap.

I refused to use the complimentary soap because it dried out my skin and the lotion just left me feeling sticky instead of moisturized.

Watching the soap run down the drain my phone rang again, I clenched my fists, who could possibly be calling me now? I still refused to get out of my steamy heaven to answer my phone.

My gut told me that whoever was calling wouldn’t let up until I answered. I washed out the conditioner from my hair and wrapped it in a towel.

The mirror was coated in a layer of steam, the tiles were cool against my feet. I wrapped the plush towel around my body, mopping up the droplets of water that remained.

My phone started vibrating with rapid fire text messages from the pack’s group chat they made a month ago. I sighed, picking it up to sift through the messages. I read a message from Jared telling me he’d pay me to return.

The pack always made me laugh, together they’re a walking sitcom. There is never a dull moment with them, someone always had something witty or sarcastic to say.

I checked to see who had called me and it turned out it was Sam, I listened to his voice mails and immediately phoned him back.

As soon as I hit the call button it only rang for half a second before he picked up.

“Thank you for calling back, I thought I’d have to call two more times.” he chuckled.

“Well I was in the middle of a shower, can’t really take a call there.” I moved through the room with my phone pressed between my shoulder and cheek. Stopping at my suitcase to pick out what I was going to wear for the day.

“I’m going to be frank with you, I need you to come home. . .” I let out a huff before he continued.

“Embry needs you badly, he’s just a pile of mush on the floor now. It’s a chore to get him up to go on patrol. Please?”

“Fine, I’ll see what I can do Sam, I’ll try to book a flight for the earliest date I can find.” I knew I was giving in but from what they were telling me and the constant texts were getting to be difficult to manage.

“Thank you, when you get back I’ll buy you take out for a month okay?”

“I hate that you know what my weakness is.” I laughed through the phone, a month of free take out? Hell yeah. It made the prospect of going back a little brighter since I wasn’t going to complete the rest of my trip.

I wasn’t losing out on too much though, I had seen and done everything that I wanted. It wouldn’t be too bad to go home early.

We talked for a couple more minutes before parting ways, I threw my phone on the bed and watched it bounce a couple times before turning my attention back to getting dressed. Since I had a flight to book it was okay to spend the rest of the day lounging in pj’s.

The soft fabric of my pj’s brushed against my skin as I jumped into bed with my computer in hand, and now it was time to book a flight back home. Maybe text Paul and tell him he can quit complaining as well.

I woke up the next morning with my flight booked for take off in the afternoon and my daily good morning text from Embry. I felt a little sad to be leaving such a beautiful country but the trees, ocean and Embry all called my name.

Pacing through the room I grabbed the comfiest set of clothes I packed for my return flight back to Seattle, I had enough time to sleep on the plane to be conscious enough for the three and a half hour drive back to La Push.

I was set for a long day ahead of me but it was going to be worth it in the end, seeing the bright and happy face of my boyfriend, getting to hug him and kiss him again.

I made one last check of the room before I gathered my clothes and toiletry kit and made my way into the bathroom to shower before my long flight. As I was stepping into the shower my phone pinged from the counter with a text from Sam.

“Have you booked that flight yet?” it read.

“Yeah I’m due for take off at 1. I should be back in La Push some time tomorrow!”

My fingers brushed the cool surface of the counter top as I put my phone back and got into the shower, hot water immediately running down my back; this time my phone wasn’t being blown up by a desperate wolf pack trying to get my attention.

I can’t sit in the shower for hours on end this time, I have a flight to catch and a boy to surprise. Embry was currently still under the impression that I would be coming home in two weeks. Boy would he be in for a surprise.

The residual steam wafted out of the bathroom while I brushed my teeth revealing my towel wrapped body and hair in the mirror behind the skin. I checked the time and noted that I had two hours to check out, make my way to the airport, and check into my flight back home. Two more hours before I could smell the trees and ocean, two more hours before I could see my friends and hug Embry.

The time managed to move by in a blur by the time I was shutting the trunk of the yellow cab that was going to drop me off at the airport. I got into the back seat and the driver peeled away from the hotel front onto the winding roads.

“Aye where are you headin’?” The driver inquired in a thick Irish accent.

One thing I noticed in my stay here was that the accent changed in every town or village I passed through. It added to the charm

“Well, I’m on my way home after spending six months in Europe.” My eyes scanned over the green hills that rushed past in a blur.

“My favourite places I’ve been have definitely been Ireland and Greece.” I smiled towards him.

The lines around his eyes crinkled with the smile that graced his face at the mention of Ireland.

“Well that’s good to hear innit? Glad you’ve enjoyed your stay. We welcome ya with open arms if you return.”

We held a light conversation until we arrived in front of the drop off area for passengers, thanked him and grabbed my bags before heading into the crowded lobby.

The front of the terminal was metal and glass that reached towards the heavens with automatic doors gaping open like a mouth. Inside was a dull white with light grey floor which my shoes clicked against with each step.

It was packed with people like a can of sardines, I weaved my way through the masses towards the check in desk which thankfully only had a short line to get through.

Under the mix of fluorescents and natural light the desk lady’s bags that donned under her eyes glared with visible exhaustion from the mass amounts of people that swarmed the terminal.

Despite her clear drowsiness she still greeted me with a warm smile and a soft hello.

I grabbed my ticket and thanked her then turned and pushed myself through to the security check, dropped my luggage off and took a seat to wait for the boarding call for my flight.

As I waited grey clouds started to fill the sky blocking out the little sun that was once shining in its place.

My eyes grew heavier by each minute that passed, waiting could be hard, but waiting in an airport where there’s no sense of time is worse. So I distracted myself by people watching.

A lady was bouncing her baby, the old man across from me was snoring. A businessman paced back and forth speaking urgently into his phone, a family chatted excitedly for their family trip to the Canary Islands.

I pulled my eyes away from them as the call for my flight rang out over the crowded terminal, grabbing my suitcase and making my way towards the gate.

Excitement filled my every step as the anticipation grew and bubbled inside me. I gave the greeting flight attendant a small smile and made my way to my seat, for being last minute I managed to get a window seat.

We sat on the tarmac for twenty minutes before taking off and before I knew it the seat belt light pinged off and I was fast asleep jet setting my way back to America, back to my home.

I couldn’t tell what time it was when I woke up but the clock on the tv screen said 2 a.m. and that we’re due to arrive in an hour. I sat up in my seat and gazed out the window into the starry night sky.

Energy started to course through me as I watched the arrival time tick closer and closer. A light rain misted down over Seattle as I left the Seatac terminal and made my way through the maze of cars in the night that was made darker by the rain.

I spotted my blue Subaru and popped the trunk so my interior and seats wouldn’t get wet. It had been a long six months since I last sat in my driver's seat, the wheel almost felt foreign in my hands as I turned the key and listened to the engine roar to life.

I drove through the winding roads of the city to the Seattle-Bainbridge Ferry to take the 45 minute ride into Bainbridge and headed North to get on the 101 then turn onto 110 which would take me back into the heart of La Push.

The closer I got to Forks the brighter the sky became; well as bright as it could be on a gloomy day. The clouds became painted in the glow of purple and pink as the sun rose over the horizon, the rain had let up and left me with an overcast sky for the remainder of the drive back.

Since I slept virtually the entire flight back I didn’t feel the weight of exhaustion at all, but surely when I arrived back in the arms of Embry I knew I’d hit the wall with sleep deprivation.

As I barreled through the corridor of trees I passed the signature ‘welcome to Forks’ sign and turned right onto the 110, twenty minutes to home. I was so close but my soul felt like it was light years away.

The clock on my radio told me that it was currently 6:45, the pinks and purples that coated the sky faded away to the typical grey that fills my senses with delight. Sea salt and washed up kelp started to seep into the air that circulated into my car making the hair on the back of my neck stand on end.

Closer to Beach Drive I got the stronger the smell of the ocean became. The turn signal clicked as I turned onto the road that gave way to Sam and Emily’s house so they could take me over to Embry’s in the off chance that he happened to be awake at this hour.

It’s highly unlikely that he would be up at this hour but it’s not something I could be one hundred percent positive about. I stepped out of my car and turned around to see Emily running as fast as she possibly could towards me with open arms and a huge smile plastered across her face.

Dropping my bags I dashed across their lawn into her embrace.

“Oh (y/n)! I missed you so much, you must be so tired.” She released me from her hug and settled her hands on my shoulders giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I missed you too Emily, I knew I’d be tired but not this tired.” I chuckled while wiping at my under eyes in a feeble attempt to wipe away the exhaustion.

She put her hand on my lower back and led me inside for the awaiting cup of tea while Sam moved my bags into his truck.

The warmth of their home embraced me, the comfort of their kitchen was familiar. The only thing missing was the rowdy group of boys that made up the pack who usually occupied every available seat in the home.

I took a seat at the kitchen table where three cups of tea sat waiting, I should have expected a q and a when I returned. Wrapping my hands around the mug the warmth that radiated from it filled my hands.

Emily took a seat beside me and Sam entered through the door and sat adjacent to both of us.

“So how was the trip?” We sat around their table chatting until our cups were empty and filed out of the house into the early morning air.

“Emily and I will drive your car back to your place after I drop you off at Embry’s, the kid’s been sleeping in my living room more often than I’d appreciate.” Sam’s eyes crinkled with a smile, I knew he was joking but at the same time there was truth to his words; and honestly I couldn’t blame him.

“Thank you for putting up with him while I was gone, I owe you guys one and you owe me take out for a month.” He rolled his eyes and ruffled my hair turning into the Call's driveway. Embry’s mom had already left for work leaving him to his own devices; which meant he would sleep in as late as his heart desired.

We got out of Sam’s truck and he dropped my bags on the doorstep. I turned and gave him a quick hug and a thank you before sticking my key into the lock.

The door creaked open and I dragged my suitcases to a stop in their front entry way and shut it behind me.

My shoes landed on the floor with a soft thud and I gingerly walked up the stairs to ensure I wasn’t too noisy while making sure to avoid the one squeaky stair.

I got to the top of the stairs and hung a left down their light beige hallway that gave way to the oak door that guarded Embry’s room. His soft snores filtered through the door, it’s door knob was cool in my hand. Making an audible click with the turn of my wrist.

Dark mahogany brown hair peaked up from beneath the sheet that tucked Embry’s body out of view. One pillow was on the floor while the other was tucked firmly between his cheek and arm, I smiled at the sight of my sleeping boyfriend which filled my every inch with the utmost joy.

My sock covered feet pressed into the carpeted flooring with each step I took towards his bed making sure to step over the piles of dirty clothes that were scattered around the room.

The sun filtered through the gaps in the window blinds casting pools of golden light on the floor and along his walls causing the crystal prism that hung above his closet to sweep dashes of colour across his walls.

I pulled back the grey top sheet to reveal his peaceful face and I swear my heart was going to burst with the amount of love that I feel for him. His hair was tousled in every direction and a cow lick stuck straight up on the left side of his head.

My hands ran over his hair, smoothing it out while I whispered his name. Embry groaned a bit and rolled over, I whispered his name a little bit louder and moved my hands from his hair to his shoulders running them along his arms finally waking him from his slumber.

“Hi Em!” I gushed out as his brown eyes opened and focused on me. His face split with his toothy smile and his arms shot around me, pulling me down into his chest.

“Do you know how much I missed you?” Embry mumbled into my hair.

“I figured a lot with the amount of texts I got from the pack.” I reached up brushing the hair from his face.

“You can never leave me for that long again. . .I didn’t know what to do without you here.” He ran his hands through my hair placing a gentle kiss upon the top of my head.

“I was so worried about you. I couldn’t protect you and make sure you were safe.”

“Well next time I’ll make sure you can come, then you don’t have to worry.” Craning my neck up I placed a kiss upon his lips which were still a bit swollen from slumber.

“The important thing is that I returned safe and in one piece. The other important thing is I get to spoil you with the gifts I brought back!”

His laugh filled the room sending vibrations through my body.

“Hey! That’s my job to spoil you, not the other way around.” He ruffled my hair causing us both to laugh. I peeled off my socks and wiggled my way under his blanket.

“I think it’s time we catch up on six months worth of cuddling.” I poked a finger into his side.

“Yeah I think that’s a good idea, you owe me for being gone so long.”

“What? I came back early!” His hands made their way under my shirt to rest on the bare skin of my back sending waves of heat through my body from being pressed into him. Oh how I missed my heater.

“Yeah, by like what? Two weeks?” his silky voice chuckled out.

“I missed you Embry.” I told him, placing a kiss on his exposed shoulder.

“I missed you too. Now let's go back to sleep, you look tired.” He said to me as he rested his chin atop my head and pulling me closer.

#embry call imagine #embry call x reader #twilight wolves #twilight wolf pack #twilight renaissance #twilight revival #twilight saga #wolf pack #embry call #jared cameron #jacob black #sam uley #paul lahote #quil ateara #seth clearwater #leah clearwater

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sh1tbird-shantytown · 4 years ago

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Imagine Susan full on slapping Steve's dad for both leaving his son home alone year round and also for cheating on his wife

Billy had showed up just to see Steve sobbing on his own doorstep. An extra car parked crookedly in the driveway. A silver convertible.

He had walked, wanted to enjoy the last of the summer season. Now he wished he’d driven as Steve looked up from his balled up position, eyes wet and eyelashes blown out, face reddening and doused in still falling tears. Big tears. Tears he could remember his own grandfather calling crocodile tears in moments of distress. But this was real.

“Steve?” he called out as he jogged closer, even though Steve had already seen him. He was wiping away the tears, a useless move since they just kept flowing. And Billy knew something was horribly wrong. Steve never cried. No matter how hurt he was. Billy had watched him keep a straight face through monster bites and screaming customers alike. Got flustered and anxious, yes, but never once stressed a single tear. He didn’t hesitate to kneel down so that Steve and him where eye to eye. “What’s wrong, Steve?” he asked as gently as he could.

His hair was wild, obviously from relentless grabbing. Billy watched as his hands clenched and unclenched, eyes bolted to the ground. Steve was just as out of breath as Billy was, chest heaving up and down. He took Steve’s trembling hands and brought them to press against his own chest slowly.

“Breathe with me, baby,” he guided, made sure his chest moved more exaggeratedly. Kept doing until Steve finally started making sounds.

“I—“ he started thickly. Billy squeezed his hands that were still against his own chest. Steve looked up and exhaled slowly before trying again. “My father is home,” he whispered, throat closing on him and making his voice stick in a few places.

And Steve didn’t talk about Mr. Harrington very often. Mentioned how his mother visited sometimes when he got too busy. Said maybe once how they were suspicions of Mr. Harrington cheating on his mother. But Billy had known Steve for two years now and never once had Steve mentioned the man being home.

Billy couldn’t keep the growling back, “What happened, Steve? What did he say? What did he do?”

The breath the other took sounded like that of someone drowning and just breaking the surface. “My mother caught him with his assistant.” His eyes were dull suddenly. “My mother wants a divorce, not that I blame her. But I also know that she won’t go through with it.” Billy waited, knew by Steve’s shifting gaze that there was something else. “And he wants to move out to Greece for a few years to get away.”

Billy’s eyes widened, “You’re moving?” Not only did Billy’s stomach completely drop and then shrivel from the heat of the sudden news, but he knew Steve would be miserable. All he’d ever had was Hawkins. And they’d just started their new thing. And it was good. So good.

But Steve, near aggressive, shook his head, “I’m not invited.” The way he said it let Billy know that it was probably something that was already stated. Told by his own family that he couldn’t even have a choice. This was something knew to Billy. He was still trying to comprehend. It was one thing, something he’d already gone through, to be forced into picking up and leaving. It was another to be outright refused by your own family to not go with them. “He dropped the idea and now mom’s in a fit because she actually cares about me sometimes,” his face was creased with anger. Billy put a hand out and caressed his cheek to smooth them out with his thumbs. It worked, Steve softened a little and leaned into the touch. Then he picked up again, “That’s not even the end of it,” he whispered. Exhausted.

Billy sat beside him and let Steve lean into his side, “What else, baby?”

A shaky breath, “She just showed up.” The way Steve’s voice clamped up with complicated emotion was enough for Billy to see it was a major deal. But he couldn’t figure who ‘she’ was. Steve was ahead of him though, after a moment of quiet. “The woman my father has been having an affair with. Showed up and demanded my father leave my mom because she’s pregnant.”

Billy was speechless. Hugged Steve. Didn’t care that it was a preppy neighborly setting. Pulled Steve Harrington right onto his own lap to comfort right on the Harrington stoop.

“When did that happen, Steve?” he asked as his hands rubbed Steve’s tensed back. Pulled him even closer as the muscles went lax.

“Like—” Billy felt the breaths as Steve counted to himself, “An hour ago. When the yelling started up again and— well I came out here.”

Billy wouldn’t give up now though, “And what, baby?” There was hesitation, so much so that Billy almost repeated the question.

“She had some words to say to me,” he pressed his forehead against Billy’s shoulder.

Billy’s skin ran cold and his muscles tensed without him realizing, “What did she say?” he asked through clenched teeth. Steve didn’t answer until Billy hugged him even tighter.

“She said my father told her I was useless and that I’m spoiled for getting to live in such a big house.” Billy froze up, not prepared for the onslaught. But Steve kept going, underlining venom in his speech. “She said that I didn’t deserve my father and his fucking money. That she did because he loved her. That my family wouldn’t ever love me, and that my father would gladly leave my mom and I for her. Because he would love her baby too much. She said he told her himself.” Steve wasn’t crying anymore, but the coldness and the lack of feeling Steve gave out now was scary. Very scary. Steve was an emotional person even if he didn’t usually cry. And Billy could tell that he was just put out now. Completely overdone.

And Billy was livid.

He knew he couldn’t do much about this. Wanted desperately to get in a grand fight for Steve’s honor. To pummel Mr. Harrington and his bitch into the ground. Destroy them slowly and painfully.

And then Steve said one last thing that finally cocked Billy’s metaphorical gun.

“She pulled my hair when I asked her to leave.” Steve was dead weight at this point, “When she started screaming at my mom and I tried to stop her.” Billy tilted his head and saw Steve’s messed up hair closer. He knew Steve hated it when people touched his hair. Made him panic. Extremely panicked. And the fact that he had been violated by this invasive stranger only fueled Billy more.

He pressed a long kiss to Steve’s temple, “There’s a pay phone down the street, right?”

Steve didn’t move from where his face was planted against Billy’s shoulder, “Yes,” his muffled voice responded.

They stayed there for a little while longer, and he whispered to Steve about just how perfect he was. And how much he loved Steve Harrington. Told him over and over that he was worth everything.

Didn’t move till Steve could handle a smile. Even if it was still broken up.

———

Susan arrived in way that reminded Billy of those crime shows. Where the car skidded on its wheels messily only to just make it into an almost perfect parking job.

Susan stepped out of her run down wagon of a car. Her heels clicked and clacked as she scuttled up to the duo just in front of the steps.

The woman didn’t hesitate to give Billy a worried look, as she gently patted at Steve. Billy let his partner go and allowed Susan to track over them both. She hugged Steve and grasped the back of his head like one would do while holding their baby. Billy’s chest warmed.

There was faint yelling inside again, had started up not too long after they had returned from the pay phone. The convertible had also disappeared. Steve explained it was most likely his mother’s doing. Running for it when she knew her son was at least gone from the damage for the time being.

Susan’s arms left Steve as she faced the door. Billy hadn’t told her what he’d like her to do, but Susan had gained confidence lately with Neil’s lack of company. She wasn’t one to simply step away anymore. And apparently they’d caught her at just the right time.

She flattened her patterned blouse and ironed skirt to impeccable neatness. Straightened her stance like a fighter would before a battle. She knocked and Billy took that as a notion to ease Steve back and away from the door. Out of direct sight.

The yelling stopped, the door opened, and a much older and colder looking version of Steve stepped out. Permanent and spiteful frown engraved on his face. Billy started seeing less and less of Steve the longer he stared at the man.

They collectively gasped when there was the sound of Susan’s hand connecting to Mr. Harrington’s left cheek. The skin blotching immediately. Steve was frozen and all hard edges, still enveloped in Billy’s arms protectively.

Nothing moved except Susan’s mouth.

“How dare you,” she spit out at the man, “Leave your son for who knows how long,” she looked up to the sky as though she were ridiculing him to God herself. “Neglect your son and then call him all those horrid names! What a coward! And what a sin you’ve committed,” she scolded, “Cheating on your wife! Wait until that gets around. No decent woman stays with cheaters.”

“Now, Miss—“ Steve’s father was slowly recuperating.

Susan hissed at him and held up one finger, glare shifted to someone behind the man’s shoulders, “Is that her? The bitch that made Steve cry?” The assistant, Billy assumed.

“What’s it to you?”

Billy could have growled like a rapid animal, could have ran in to yank her hair out by the way Steve flinched at the sound of her.

Susan stepped through and into the house, another crack in the air. Billy was baffled by how quick she was. Because Susan was suddenly in front of John Harrington again.

Spat at his feet with a thick blob of saliva right on his blue dress socks and told him to his face, “You’re a useless parent and you don’t deserve the son you were blessed with.”

Billy covered Steve’s ears when Mr. Harrington and his mistress started shouting again. Guided him to Susan’s car and buckled him in when Steve seemed to be unable to move.

Kissed the top of his head right as they left the driveway. Beamed when Steve started to smile again and definitely didn’t miss Susan’s proud smile and kind eyes as she caught him.

#harringrove #steve harrington #billy hargrove #susan hargrove #stranger things #mr harrington #i’ve been saving this one >:)

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fanfictionfansmiction · 4 years ago

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Waiting For You

This is a long one you guys! A Fred Weasley Reader Insert I hope you enjoy. As I’ve started writing I’m beginning to see a lot of them follow the same patterns so please do send in requests so I can write something a bit different :) If you want a part two I would be more than happy to oblige

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I sat down at my desk once more. Clearing away the papers and notes the never-ending week had collected. The small lamp cast a heavenly glow scattered through the leaves of my plants. Quietly I opened my draw pulling out my notebook filled with letters I would never send. Turning to the next empty page I intended to spill every last moment into. The movement of the pen ales the headache growing deep in my mind and I lose myself entirely in the act of it. Not particularly caring for the words I write. Just knowing that all day I waited keeping them safe for this moment finally letting them free. Outside of my bedroom I hear him move, speaking to someone I assume to be George or one of his other siblings. Animated and joyous. The thought brings a smile to my lips. They laugh together over something small I imagine.

Finally finished with my letter I close the notebook placing it back in its spot. I settle myself turning off the light as I go to join my friends. George opens his arms wide offering me a hug which Angelina joins in. They tell us of their most recent trip and of how warm Greece was this time of year.

“And we have a little surprise.” George says wiggling his eyebrows gleefully. Angelina breaks into a dazzling smile showing me and Fred her left hand where a sweet diamond ring sits on her finger. Now I envelope the two of them into a hug which Fred joins us. Squeezing all of us together.

“Knew you could do it mate.” Fred says clapping his brother on the back giving George a proud look.

“Let me see the ring Ang.” I say holding my hand to her which she eagerly abides placing her hand dramatically into mine. I see the love in her face when she gazes at George as I look at the ring.

“Yes, Angelina we must see the ring!” Fred adds in a comical tone standing next to me taking in the engagement ring.

“It’s beautiful, you did well George.”

“Did you ever doubt me?” He adds planting a kiss on Angelina’s cheek.

“Never.” She responds.

Me and Fred send each other a look which says god this is grossly adorable. Angelina and George are in their own little bubble just staring at each other.

“I think this calls for champagne don’t you Fred.” I say.

“Absolutely couldn’t think of a more appropriate occasion! We’ll just pop to the Muggle shop and get some.” Fred adds grabbing my hand and my bag as we make a swift exit out of the front door. The cold night doesn’t mask the strange look taking over Fred's face. I’m not sure why but he looks sad.

“Did you know he was going to propose?” I ask him.

For a moment he doesn’t respond but he does look down at me leaving a pregnant pause between the two of us.

“I didn’t know he when he was going to do it but I had an idea it would be soon. I actually helped him pick out the ring a few months ago.” he looks away, “I can see that look on your face don’t worry I am happy for them. It’s just strange. It’s very grown up of him.” he looks back at me and continues without any probing, “It’s stupid but me and George always moved at the same pace. I feel like I’m falling behind a little. Do you ever feel like maybe there’s something wrong with us?” he asks.

“Because we aren’t engaged?”

“Well more because we’re single, you know Ron and Hermione have moved in together. Harry and Ginny are only not engaged because they want to wait but they’re practically married. They’re all younger than us. It’s like everyone we know has found someone they want to be with. But here we are buying celebratory champagne for a happy couple.” He says turning the corner to walk down the next street.

“I don’t think that’s wrong of us Fred. If you worried about not being lovable.” I look up at him, “Then you don’t need to worry, I haven’t met someone who didn’t love you.” I’m thankful for the dark as I feel a blush grow on my cheeks.

“Are you keeping count.” He laughs leaving another pause before continuing, “You don’t have anything to worry about it either. You are extremely lovable.”

Even though it’s cold out tonight I begin to sweat under my jumper. Thankfully we approach the shop so the conversation of love disperses into the wind.

“Now how happy would you say we are for the happy couple, £7.50 happy or £20 happy?” I ask holding up the two bottles. Fred pretends to read the labels before choosing the cheaper bottle.

“I love them both but I don’t love them enough to spend £20 on sparkling wine. Did you want some snacks while we’re here?” He asks.

“Yeah, I’ll just grab some stuff on the way to the till.”

With an armful of appropriate snacks and drinks we wander back to the house. Opening up the bag of cheese puffs to eat on the walk.

“When was the last time you went on a date?” Fred asks out of nowhere.

“Oh, uh it was a month ago with that muggle who worked as a chef.”

“You went on a few dates with him didn’t you. He was alright. Why didn’t it go any further?” He asks tentatively.

“Well, he just didn’t feel right. He was constantly talking about himself and just didn’t do it for me sexually to be honest.” I say popping a cheese puff into my mouth. This causes Fred to laugh so loud I’m worried we’re disturbing people who live in the houses we pass.

“Poor guy, since we’re being honest, I did hate that twat.” This time I laugh and whack his chest. “What he was always judging me and he laughed when he saw me making breakfast! Also, the way he looked at you made my skin crawl.” He adds.

“How did he look at me?” I shriek with laughter.

“Like he was always thinking about sex. By the sounds of it he was always thinking about having bad sex with you. And that moustache only made it worse.”

“What about you how long has it been for you?” I ask.

“What since I had bad sex or had a date?” he responds with a laugh, “It’s been a long time, I just haven’t found anyone I’m interested in spending time with.”

“You don’t have to tell me about the sex the ladies you bring home aren’t quiet.” I add.

“You little perv.” Fred laughs.

When we get back into the house, we hear music playing from the living room where George and Angelina are dancing together. Holding each other close with content smiles playing on their lips mouthing the words to an old muggle song that plays on our record player. For a moment me and Fred just stand there watching them. I can’t tell you what he’s thinking but I know what’s running through my mind. The longing to be held in such a loving way. To have someone look at you like that and to look at someone like that. Looking up at Fred I see that he is now looking at me. Something tugs inside my chest. He places a hand on the small of my back and for just a second I think he’s going to ask me to dance with him, the image of that intimacy brings a blush to my face. Instead, he guides me into the kitchen where we drop the snacks on the counter. While I source our second-hand champagne flutes, last used on the opening of the joke shop, Fred pops the sparkling wine. We pour out four glasses in silence.

George and Angelina walk into the kitchen taking a glass each. George lifts his glass toward us and we do the same, then he tips it toward Angelina who intertwines her arm with his.

“To love.” George says.

“To love.” Angelina mirrors.

Fred and I look to each other, with a cheeky grin on his face he links his arm with mine. With his skin touching mine a strange feeling once again tugs inside me as we drink.

We finish off the two bottles of sparkling wine, with the aid of the bubbles and the alcohol I do end up dancing with Fred. He takes my hand and rests another on the small of my back which still burning from the last time his hand rested there. I was so close I could smell his apple shampoo and his aftershave. Sometime late in the night George and Angelina went back to their home but me and Fred kept dancing. My head leant against his chest with just his cotton t shirt keeping me from his skin but I still could hear his heart thud. His hands made their way up the back of my shirt so he explored my bare skin. Drawing his fingers to follow my spine. I didn’t stop him. When I looked up at him, he was once again looking at me. In a way I’d never seen him look before. My hands slid up to secure themselves around his neck and his still danced under my shirt.

We stopped dancing. Minutes passed and we just stood there. Hearts racing and bodies pressed together. Slightly breathless and definitely reddening. The last song on the record played out so we no longer had music it was just the two of us holding each other with the song of our hearts beating. Fred slowly brought his face down to mine so our noses brushed against each other. My eyes fluttered closed. Just as we were about to kiss the home phone rang. My eyes opened and the spell had broken. With the shrill ring of the phone dragging us out of the moment Fred and I looked at each other again. Not with the yearning that there was before but with confusion. I was the first to step away making it to the phone just before it rang out.

It was someone Fred had given his number to on a night out. I passed the phone to him walking back to my room like dog with its tail between his legs. When I close the door, I press my forehead against it panting. I can hear him talk on the phone for a few minutes when he hangs up, I assume he’ll go to bed but what I didn’t expect was for him to walk up to my door and to just stand there. His shadow dancing with mine. Once again, I hear him breathing. I feel his name at the tip of my tongue and I almost let myself say it.

Instead, he says mine.

In a breath I open my door. He is waiting for me with lips parted. I’m unsure of what he’s going to do and I think he is too. Like something completely out of his control brought him to my door.

“How was she?” I ask.

But he doesn’t answer. He steps toward me closing the space between us again. His hands find their way to my face and he leaves them there. Searching my face for an answer to a question he has yet to ask. But I feel it. Deep inside me I hear the question and I know the answer. I place my hand on his cheek too his face hot. This time I bring my face up to his letting our noses brush together for a moment. This is all it takes for him to kiss me. Fiery with the taste of champagne still on his lips. His hands explore me in the way they had only began to do a moment ago. Mine begin to do the same to him. My hands running up his shirt to feel his chest and his heart beating beneath it. Before I know what happening we’re both shirtless and I’m perched on my dresser while he kisses every inch of bare skin.

We both lose any control we had earlier in the night after we’ve made our way to the bed still panting and touching one another. I learn why the ladies he brings home always make so much noise and I’m so thankful I didn’t keep dating the muggle.

After we just lay there in bed staring up at the ceiling. I turn my head to look at Fred who once more is still looking at me. As ridiculous as it sounds considering what we’ve just done I feel very aware that I’m naked next to Fred. A shyness takes over me and I have to resist sitting up and getting under the covers. Fred sensing my mood change leans over his side of the bed picking up his t-shirt that lay on the floor and gives it to me to wear. After I’ve put it on, he suggests we get under the duvet considering how cold it gets at night in this house. I don’t ask him if he wants to go back to his bed and he doesn’t offer. I lay my head on his bare chest and his hand draws circles along my back once more.

I fall into sleep easily next to Fred who’s steady breathing I eventually match.

The morning sun lights up my room and I lie in Fred’s arms recounting the night before. Already panicked about how to talk to him now. This wasn’t some guy I was dating and I wasn’t some girl he brought back from a club. We live together.

He shifts stretching and yawning opening his eyes. He smiles in a way that makes me want to not worry about what’ll happen because of last night. He tugs me closer into his chest and plants a kiss onto the top of my head. I melt into his touch and sigh contently.

“So that was...” I trail off already annoyed that I started the conversation.

“Really good.” He answers.

“Yes, I have to agree with you there.”

We just lay there together for a while both now aware of the closeness and the familiarity of it all. I don’t prompt him for more conversation about what had happened last night out of fear that he’ll dismiss it as a onetime thing. Well aware that the feeling tugging inside my chest wasn’t anything new. Knowing that a few steps away from me in my desk are letters all addressed to Fred telling all him all the things I couldn’t say. If this didn’t even mean anything to him how could I live in this house with him without breaking my heart every time I see him or think about him.

“Would you want to go on a date with me?” He asks me.

I turn my head to look up at him from his chest and he looks nervous. Biting his lip and playing with his hair with his free hand.

“Yes. Absolutely let's do that.” I answer.

Then my alarm goes off signalling I have work in an hour and a half. I sigh and peel myself away from Fred with frustrated look.

“I have to get ready.”

“I knew it was coming don’t worry, I have some shop manager stuff to do today anyway so it’s for the best. I mean I never thought I’d be able to leave you naked in bed.” He jokes.

“You’ve thought about me naked.” I blush as I stand up from the bed wrapping myself in a dressing gown.

“Well, we’ve known each other a long time and you are the most beautiful girl I’ve met so yes. And if I hadn’t, I probably would’ve just gone to sleep last night instead of just waiting for you to open the door. And to be honest -“ He gets cut off by the house phone ringing. He groans pulling on his boxers and plodding out of the room over to the house phone.

I follow him out in need of a cup of coffee. I mime to him to ask he wants one which he does so I go into the kitchen to boil the kettle.

“Oh Hayley, I didn’t expect you to call again.” I hear him say until the kettle drowns it out.

After the coffee is made Fred makes his way into the kitchen with a guilty look on his face. He kisses me thanking me for the drink insisting that he’ll make breakfast while I shower and get dressed for work. After I’m dressed, I make my way to the kitchen, where Fred looks proudly at the plate, he’s dished up with a glass of orange juice and a rose from the neighbour's garden complementing the chocolate sauce smiley face he’s drawn over my pancake.

“Why that muggle ever laughed at your culinary skills I’ll never know.” I joke sliding into my seat next to Fred.

“About other people...” he starts, “So Hayley the girl from last night phoned again and she asked me if...”

“If?”

“If I wanted to go on a date with her.”

“And do you?”

Fred shakes his head, “No I don’t which I did tell her but it brings me to something I did want to talk to you about.”

“What’s that?” I ask taking a bite of my pancakes.

“I know last night, before we,” he gestures between the two of us, “which by the way was incredible, we talked about the both of us being single and I don’t want to give you the wrong impression. I didn’t sleep with you because I’m scared about being alone. I did it because it felt right. Whatever this is between us it feels right to me.”

“It feels right to me too.” I add holding his hand in mine.

“Great, so how do you feel about a date tonight?”

“Tonight, works perfectly for me.” I say smiling at him but my second alarm goes off to let me know I have to leave for work so I kiss Fred before I go.

The work days go quickly which I’m thankful for. On the entire walk back to the house I’m smiling like a love sick teenager. When I arrive home, Fred hasn’t yet made it back from work so I draw myself a bath to relax. While I’m relaxing in the lavender scented bath, I hear Fred call to let me know he’s home. I unlock the bathroom door and shout back to him. He opens the door peaking his head in like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to look.

“How was work?” I ask him.

“Agonising.” he answers in a strained tone.

“Why?” I laugh.

“Well, I spent all day thinking about you obviously.” he walks into the bathroom leaning down to kiss me.

“So, what’s the plan for our date tonight?” I ask.

“That’s a surprise.” He says kissing me again.

After I’ve finished getting ready, I find myself standing outside Fred’s door feeling once again overcome with shyness. I’d spent the entire day not thinking about what it all meant between me and Fred, I was focused on how it felt last being with him and letting every desire I have for him take over. It was all instinct and I’m not particularly good on acting on it. What if he doesn’t like the dress I’m wearing. Or what if we start dating and it all ends terribly leaving me without all my friends. Or what if-

“See it’s very unnerving standing outside someone’s door isn’t it.” I hear Fred say from inside his room.

“How does it feel for you being on the other side of it?” I respond.

“Still pretty nerve wracking.” He laughs still not opening the door.

“Fred.” I say and he says my name back to me. “We aren’t making a mistake, are we?” I ask.

“Mistake?” he says swinging open the door with fear taking over his eyes, “Why would we be making a mistake.” He asks looking down at me.

“Well, if we start dating it's not the same as starting out with someone from the first date. I know you better than I know anyone. I mean we live together Fred. Where are we starting from? What are we to each other?”

He takes my hand and leads me further into his room so there’s not much space between us, “We are two people who have always cared for each other. You are one of my dearest friends and I think that’s what dating is right? That’s why I never make it onto a date because why would I when I have someone like you, someone I trust with everything. Every time I’d bring a girl home and it got to the talking, I wasn’t interested in it because I would always keep thinking of you. About something that would make you laugh. So, it may make it all a bit more complicated because I think about you all the time as it is but I want to do this. I can’t tell you where we’re starting because I don’t know where we stand but I’m willing to figure it out if you are.”

“Okay Freddie. We can figure it out together.”

He breathes a sigh of relief pulling me in for a hug, squeezing me tight.

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pomegranates-and-blood · 4 years ago

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νοσταλγία (Chapter 39)

νοσταλγία Masterlist

Pairing: Ivar/Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: The usual

A/N: Hi! I have nothing to say here lol, thank you for reading, hope you enjoy! Love ya!

Today there’s two chapters! You can find Chapter 40 right here

Run if you want to; fight, kick, scream.

You told him the Greeks being alive changed nothing, and while he argued and insisted otherwise, you remained certain. Now, now you realize Ivar was right.

Them being alive meant being an Anassa was not some distant title awaiting for you somewhere in Greece, them being alive meant the Priestess you once were wasn’t allowed to rest amongst the dead where she belonged.

Them being alive meant that there would come a day where your bond to them and your bond to Ivar would pull you in two different directions, and that you would have to let go of one of them.

And now they have come to find you, they call for you with their familiar language and their warm memories and their land of flower fields and nostalgia. And yet at your back is the man you love, and he offers you a lifetime of strange customs and cold nights and his kingdom of iron and death.

And you can’t pretend there isn’t a choice to make for any longer.

You can’t pretend you haven’t known what your choice would be for a long time, maybe since the start of it all.

Because you are asked to give up one night in the familiar warmth of your bedroom and at the same time you are asked to forget for one more night that there isn’t a world past him; and you realize there isn’t a difference between one night and one lifetime.

Fate will drag you home by the wrists, child.

The sky remains the same as the Gods demand you make your choice, the earth is still solid under your feet as you walk the path you have chosen, the wind is biting and cold even if it speaks of the change of spring.

You leave behind a part of you, on the path you didn’t take, on the choice you couldn’t make; and as your heart breaks in two, as your eyes fill with tears, as a part of you dies and descents, you can’t help but think bitterly that the world now should be as changed as you are.

And you realize then, as you force shaking legs to move, that the world didn’t change when Persephone made her choice, but that didn’t mean she didn’t make one.

The skies didn’t tremble and shiver as when Zeus condemned her, the earth wasn’t split in two as when Hades first took her, the fields and flowers didn’t wither and die as when Demeter mourned her.

The world didn’t change, and so the stories never spoke of the day she made her choice. And us mortals were nearsighted enough to believe there hadn’t been a choice to be made.

You know how this tale goes.

You close your eyes tightly against Zephyr’s cries, and your tears leave a burning trail down your skin. When you lick your lips, the salt of your tears tastes sweet, like the sweetest of fruits.

It has been so many years since you were allowed a bite of it, but you still remember what it tasted like. Like the unknown, like freedom, like temptation.

You hold on tightly to the wood at your side, stopping only for a second.

For a second, you can close your eyes and be there again, surrounded by tall stone walls of the temple in a time before the mark of soot and pain on your heart, with the soft lull of the Aegean lapping at the soft sands of the shore filling your ears.

Narses’ warm and raspy voice calmly talking his men through training, the elders’ always-cold and always-soft touches as they passed you by during the day, the wide-eyed look of the younger girls that wanted to become Hiereiai, Galla’s secret smile as you two shared a look and the shine in her dark eyes that spoke of trust and understanding.

But the woman that lived among them is not the woman you are anymore. You haven’t been her for years. Even on the day you were first called Anassa, the woman that could have been it, been their leader and queen, was already dead and gone.

And try as you might, you can’t imagine a life where you can come back to it, to them.

The wood creaks under your tightening grip, and the screech of the falcon rings in your head. And you look back, and whisper an apology.

And close the door.

You once imagined if maybe all of this had been nothing but your descent, and it isn’t too hard to imagine all that has happened to be nothing but the path that leads to your death. That has led to it.

And if the Gods let you, you want for nothing other than this death. Let the Hiereia that died in Eleusis amongst the flames rest with those that perished for her and with her; let the Anassa that out of guilt and the burden of legacy earned a hollow crown die too.

Let you be reborn.

Because you sink into familiar warmth surrounded by an unfamiliar world, and you can’t find it in yourself to wish for anything to be any different.

Drawing your legs up, you curl your body behind Ivar’s, your face buried between his shoulder blades and your eyes shut tightly.

More than once you imagined what a life alongside him could have been, if you had never known the binds of legacy that kept you tethered to Greece and her people. More than once you almost wished for your Fate to had been other, and a world where you could have never been anything other than a healer from the Silk Roads.

You never dared imagine, or wish for, a life at his side after you were made Anassa of the Attic Greeks. It felt like a betrayal of who they wanted you to be, to want to stay at his side, to love him, to see a future in this realm of cold and death.

But that is what you have chosen, that is…what you’ll have.

A murmur of your name, quiet and a little slurred by sleep, and you tighten your hold.

“I’m here,” You promise, an incredulous smile on your lips. And because you can, because you choose to, you vow, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You try to chase away with the soft sounds of his breaths the cries of the falcon that circles the longhouse almost till nightfall. In your mind, in your dreams, it flies over you with that mournful cry until the morning.

When you wake up it is due to the by now familiar sounds of Ivar moving about the room. When you force yourself to open your eyes, he is already dressed and the braces on his legs safely secured.

He seems to linger, debating with himself whether to leave or to wake you. It is unusual for him to start his day apart from you, and you have made sure in these months to try to be there to offer, if nothing else, a quiet murmur of his name and a smile before he is to leave. You never actually considered it meant much to him, if you’re honest.

When you sit up in the bed, Ivar greets you with a soft mumble of your name, before deciding to lean against one of the nearby tables, watching you as you start your routine as well, patiently waiting for you to walk to him and turn your back for him to lace up your dress.

You turn around, remaining close, and let your hands settle over his chest, idly correcting the way his clothes set over him.

His hand is surprisingly gentle as he tilts your head up. Pale blue eyes search your face, and he asks, “You look tired. Dreams?”

You shake your head, “No, I…Galla was here, last night.”

He blinks, almost owlishly. “Here?”

“Outside Kattegat.”

Whatever ease that was written in his posture, whatever openness that was clear in his eyes; vanish before your eyes and the unfaltering edge of the man that you faced during those first months is all that is left.

And you cannot look at the carefully held distance, the perfected façade of the man in control, so you lower your gaze.

“She came to find you,” It isn’t a question, you know it isn’t, but you can’t help but wonder if a part of him wants you to deny it. You can’t exactly blame or judge him for wanting to believe their return a mistake, if you’re honest. Ivar takes a breath, “You didn’t go.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“They want you with them.”

“But I want to be here.” You sentence, maybe a bit harshly.

You lift your gaze to look into familiar blue eyes, and find a tentative something looking back, something that a less cautious man would let become hope.

Ivar swallows, eyebrows lifting slightly as if to question you, before he keeps the words at bay, lips forming around the beginning of your name but falling short of uttering anything.

Leaving your lips there should be words about how there was never a choice to be made, or how it was something you had chosen a long time ago but never dared admit; there should be promises that you chose, and the world didn’t change but you did and that you do not regret a thing; there should be apologies to the woman you were and the people that loved you for proving right those who said to love a Hiereia of Persephone is a cruel fate; there should be reassurances that you never spoke truer words than when you told him you loved him above anything and above anyone.

But you choke on shame and guilt, and your words are kept at bay not only by the voices of your past demanding to know why you have forsaken them, but by the press of Ivar’s lips on yours.

When you part, he motions for you to go get ready, tells you to get on with your day. You aren’t certain if him holding on to normalcy like this is a good or a bad thing anymore.

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It was always frighteningly easy, to forget there was a world past him, but as you step out of the longhouse, the cloak wrapped tightly around you, you cannot help but take your eyes to the skies, searching for a bird, a messenger, that you know won’t be there.

You told her you’d be there if they needed you, you told her to send Zephyr to the skies with the certainty that you’d answer the call. But the time came, and when they needed you and he needed you, the choice was frighteningly easy, and you couldn’t answer their call.

You notice the cold in your hands when delicate and dainty fingers wrap around yours, and Freydis’ deep blue eyes look at you with countless questions. You realize then you’ve walked to the edge of the city, and stand before the tallest stretch of the wall, the barrier to the forest, to another realm, to a life you had left behind long before you were brave enough to admit you had.

Freydis doesn’t say anything, taking you to her home with the same ease as that night when she guided you through darkened streets to the place where you could cross that barrier and embrace your oldest friend and remember what the warmth of Eleusis felt like.

You stand in the small and humble home, and you cannot keep the words from your lips,

“You saw Zephyr, you saw the...the falcon, right?”

“I did,” She confirms, unwaveringly honest as she adds, “I went past the walls, I met the woman. Galla.”

That she did what you did not should hurt you, should make the pit of shame and guilt at the base of your stomach grow tighter, but you only have breath for one question,

“D-Did she tell you why she was here? What did they need, wh-…?”

“She is well, and so are the rest, as far as she told me,” At her silence you almost want to ask for more, but the blonde is quicker, and explains, “That is all you need to know. That is all you want to know.”

You drop down on the chair behind you, your head held in your hands and your breaths shaking their way past your lips.

“That’s unfair.” You say, but she remains impassive, unnerving you.

“You could have gone to them, but you didn’t.”

“No,” You are forced to accept, the word leaving your lips in a breath. Lifting your head, you state, “Freydis, I-…they needed me, and I…”

“And you stayed with him.” Freydis finishes for you, but there isn’t bite in her tone, there isn’t an accusation. You almost wish there were.

You grit your teeth at the sob that threatens to break free, but pride and something else keep you from closing your eyes tight, stubborn resilience and something else make you straighten your back and raise your chin.

“I did.”

Freydis betrays a smile. It is faint, it is still tainted with something like pain and something hidden.

“And do you regret it?”

And past the loss of the familiar, past the unsteadiness of walking without chains, past the guilt of making a choice…you smile.

The answer that leaves your lips is unwavering, “No.”

The blonde’s smile widens, and her eyes crinkle a little bit when she does, dark blue shining more vibrant than you have seen in a long time.

“You chose, and you chose him.”

“I did.” You tell her, smile wobbling but honest.

She sits down in front of you, voice quiet and eyes on yours with an openness born out of too many similar scars. Her hand grasps yours and she squeezes tightly.

“Freedom is a terrifying thing, isn’t it?”

____

You find yourself following your routine -the world didn’t shake, or tremble, or change- and you enter the apothecary home, grateful for the reprieve from the biting cold of Kattegat’s winter.

“Witch!” Valdís calls out, her grudge against you for making Aghi insist that his mother dip him in the river like Thetis did to Achilles seemingly forgotten for the time being.

You greet her with a smile, and as she tells you she is working on some remedies for fever for a family near the outskirts of Kattegat whose five children came down with a sickness due to the winter; you sit next to her and start helping.

“My boy has stopped insisting I drown him in some river, by the way.”

“It is not drowning, it i-…”

“I really don’t care, witch,” She interrupts, but there’s jest in her tone, not malice, and you only roll your eyes at her, but still smile. The shieldmaiden chuckles, “At least he has forgotten about that, and about threatening the sun with arrows. Aghi won’t let go about that boat of black sails, though.”

“Theseus?”

“The idiot that forgot to change the sails for white ones.”

Gods, for a moment it is like talking with Sieghild once again.

With a nod of your head, you confirm, “Theseus.”

Valdís shares a reluctant smile with you, fond exasperation in her pale gaze.

“Frigg help me, my boy will go raiding one day and insist they put white sails on his boats.”

For the first time you let yourself imagine it, seeing Valdís’ son grow to become a man. Seeing him go raid and explore when the time comes.

Unbidden, Aghi’s image in your mind is replaced by images of children of your own, children that too will one day grow and go raid and explore, maybe alongside their father, maybe even alongside Aghi.

And maybe they will insist on putting white sails on their boats for the sake of their foreign woman of a mother that waits for them to return.

And for once the dream doesn’t seem impossible, for once the hope doesn’t have to fight against nostalgia.

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Soooo...? I’m really curious to know whether her choice surprised you or not tbh

Of course, there’s the particular aspect of telling him, but she’ll get there. Let it be known that she tried to tell him, but he didn’t wanna hear it bc pessimism. Anyhow, I hope this was okay, I’m not so sure but I hope it’s just my insecurity talking. Thank you for reading!

You can find the second part of today’s update, Chapter 40, right here!

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illfoandillfie · 3 years ago

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Maybe a ben POV one? where bens off on a movie shoot and misses you and wants to fly you out to him but he’s worried it’s too much of a “romantic gesture” like in movies so he doesn’t want to weird you out but then on the phone you say how much you miss him too so he gathers the nerve to ask you and you’re like duh ofc I’ll come you dork (im envisioning this still kinda early in the qpr maybe right after platonically or smth)

Thank you so much babe!!

This is the second of the blurbs for my Platonically themed event! This one follows directly on from the one I posted yesterday so maybe read it first.

Words: 1,759

Warnings: just two idiots being dummies. Minor references to sex and probably some swearing but that's about it.

Reflecting on the situation, Ben had come to the conclusion that it was the perfect time to be in Greece. The run of beautiful weather they’d had over the course of the last month must have set some sort of record, he thought. Every day was blue skies, white fluffy clouds, and the sort of heat that was comfortable and not overly sticky. It made working a dream, especially when half the film seemed to take place on the beach. The sand was warm under his feet and the water clear and cool. They didn’t have much down time since the studio was pushing for it to be finished ASAP so they could release it at the optimal time, but the few days off they did get, Ben spent either fishing with some of the crew or else exploring the picturesque town they were in. There was just one downside. You weren’t with him.

Whenever the thought crossed his mind, whenever he really started to miss you, he’d remind himself that he loved his job, loved that it took him to exciting and beautiful places. And then he’d send you a quick message to check how everything was back home. He called too, mostly in the evenings after he got back to his hotel room. But the deeper into the project he got the more night shoots there were and the later he got back to his room. What brief conversations you had were good but not quite the same as if you’d been there with him. Of course, he’d try to remind himself that it wasn’t like he’d never been away from you before. But those times had all been before you got together, and the changed nature of the relationship made him feel your absence more. He never said that to you though. Mostly, when you could talk, Ben would ask how you were and talk about the exciting things he saw. He’d tell you about the beaches or the trinket shops and say how much you’d like them but he’d never tell you exactly how badly he wished you were with him. He didn’t want you to take it the wrong way and he didn’t trust himself to explain it properly. Whenever he tried to verbalise it (quietly, to his reflection or the dark hotel room he was staying in) he worried it came out too...well, romantic.

The truth was, he’d always been attached to you, since very early on in your relationship. You just got him. His sense of humour and his personality and the way he thought. It took him no time at all to start referring to you as one of his best friends and it was a title you’d held for years. But then he’d realised the way he liked you wasn’t strictly platonic, and it made him feel weird around you. More uncertain than he was used to. He found it hard to describe the relief he’d felt when you agreed to think about his QPR idea or how, when you’d accepted, it had alleviated the uncertainty and doubts that had been plaguing him. To you it would probably sound sappy and sentimental and tat all what you wanted to hear from him. Of course the QPR was really just an extension of your friendship. More or less the same, just a few new ways to show affection like kissing and getting you off (both things Ben greatly enjoyed), and a few new words that made it specific to the two of you. And maybe a new future too, depending on how things went. But again, while he might think those sorts of thoughts, he wouldn’t know how to begin saying any of them to you. Because he was starting to really want that future with you, and saying so might make it impossible to get there.

So Ben allowed himself to miss you quietly. Occasionally an idea of inviting you to join him would pop into his head. But he always let the thought go as quickly as it came. The weeks ticked by like that. Texting when you could between scenes and less and less frequent calls at night, which left Ben’s head swimming with lots of unsaid things. Progress was made on the movie too, most of the beach scenes wrapped and everyone moving to other parts of the script. Until everything came to a screeching halt. Ben wasn’t entirely sure what the problem was – something to do with scheduling conflicts or maybe special equipment that hadn’t arrived on time. All he was told was that things would be back up and running soon but it might take an extra few weeks to complete the project. He didn’t mind so much, it gave him a bit of extra free time after all, but it also meant he wouldn’t get to see you again for a while.

The possibility of flying you out to Greece to join him had been rattling around his brain since his third week on set. You could spend a couple of weeks, maybe a month, together. He could take you to that restaurant he’d sent you photos of and show you the handmade stationery shop he’d stumbled across that he knew you’d have fun exploring. And then there was the rest of the town, thin streets to get lost in together and beautiful views to look out over. Maybe you’d like to walk along the beach with him and collect seashells or rent a little dingy to take out on the waves. Once or twice he’d come close to actually asking you to join him but he always talked himself out of it, sure it would be crossing a line for you. Missing you was one thing but offering to buy you a plane ticket and whisk you off on a getaway to a gorgeous Greek island was surely too romantic. But the news of the delay made him consider it again.

That night he called you, smiling as soon as he heard your voice. At first the call was like any other. He listened to you talk about what had been going on since he last had a chance to call, getting caught up on your mutual friends and your work and whatever else came to mind. “But what about you?” you finally said, “You must be pretty busy since I haven’t had a call from you in a little while.” “Well I was busy except not so much right now,” “Oh?” “There’s some sort of delay, I don’t the details. But it looks like I’ll be here for another few weeks at least.” “Oh.” Ben was a little surprised by how disappointed you sounded. “I really miss you,” “I miss you too,” his voice got softer as he said it, “a lot.” “I really wish I could see you,” “Well,” he said sheepishly, hoping he wasn’t reading things wrong, “how would you feel about coming out here then? I can get you a plane ticket if you want.” “No shit! You can do that? You won’t like, get in trouble or anything?” Ben laughed, not quite understanding, “What are you talking about?” “I don’t know man, I’m not an actor. I just figured it’d be like a partner free zone. Like they wouldn’t want you getting distracted or whatever.” “You fucking dork,” his laughter threatened to obscure the words but he managed to make himself heard, “That’s not how it is at all. You being here wouldn’t be a problem, as long as I’m on set when they need me. Plus it looks like we’re about to have a whole lot of downtime anyway. So does that mean you wanna come?” “Ummm let me think abo- of course Ben!” “Well if I’d known you’d react like this I would have asked sooner,” The laughter had faded, leaving a grin on his face, though the embarrassment at his hesitancy was creeping up too. “Wish you had’ve. Why didn’t you?” “I just didn’t want you to take it the wrong way,” “And what way would that be?” “A romantic way? I don’t know! It’s just the sort of thing that’d happen in a romantic movie or whatever and I didn’t want to come across like that. It’s Greece man, it’s kind of a romantic place. Maybe not like Paris but it’s up there. Don’t laugh,” he groaned, “I’m just saying, white sands and clear seas and lots of pretty flowers in bloom, it’s definitely got romantic vibes.” “It didn’t even cross my mind that it might be that sort of thing. No offence to Greece, I’m sure it’s lovely.” Ben let himself chuckle at his idiocy, “I guess cause I’ve like, y’know, got feelings for you or whatever I saw the romantic side and assumed you would too. Feel silly for not just asking you but I’m glad we have that sorted now.” “I think it’s sweet, Ben. I love that you were conscious of how it might be perceived and I understand you didn’t want to hurt me. But yeah, dude, please get me that ticket, I miss you a stupid amount.” “Alright, I’m on it. When do you want to leave?”

Two days later and Ben was content, sitting and staring out at the waves on a quiet beach as you rubbed sunscreen into his back. He’d greeted you at the airport, feeling ridiculously excited to see you, squeezing you in a tight hug (which you later suggested had cracked one of your ribs). “Okay, all done, now let me do your front,” you shuffled around Ben on your knees, throwing a leg over his lap as he leaned back on his palms. “You’re such a perv,” Ben chuckled, subtly adjusting his posture to push his chest further towards you, “I bet you only suggested sunscreen so you could feel my boobs.” “Oh you caught me,” you squirted some more of the cream directly onto his chest, beginning to rub it in, “Definitely nothing to do with sun safety.” “No I get it, you don’t need to lie to me. You missed my pecks. It’s totally natural. But let me know when you’re done so I can show you the same courtesy.” "Think we might save that till we get back to the hotel, Benny,” Ben laughed at your exasperated expression, raising one arm to pull you toward him for a kiss, barely noticing the cool of the cream still on your palm as you cupped his cheek and kissed him back.

#my writing #my blurbs #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy imagine #platonically event #(lowkey have a headache rn so i hope this is alright kdjskdjsdk #i really tried to play up the ~not so good at communicating while separated~ thing #as well as a bffs sharing a braincell thing lmao)#(also please let me know if the formatting on this fuks up #i copied it from a word doc and idk if it's going to cooperate lmao)

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muthaz-rapapa · 4 years ago

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Let’s talk TroPreCure! (^∀^ 🌺)

i’m so stupidly proud of this dumb pun “tropurikyua~”, hahahahaha

Last post of the year and wow is there are lot to be excited for!

I even had to make a list for the stuff I want to talk about and I’m sure I already forgot one or two things but we’ll get to them as we continue to float~ along the wave to February 28th, mmkay? :)

Now for what has peaked my interest so far. And yes, we have to talk about the following first:

1) HealPre the shortest Precure season??

Unless they plan for double features in February (which I doubt but you never know), HealPre is likely going to reach only 45 episodes long instead of the usual 48~50 before TroPre I’m using this shortening of the title for now so if there’s a better alternative, tell me and I’ll switch out begins its broadcast.

Understandable because the producers probably want to get back to their normal scheduling as soon as possible (toy sales, y’know) and I suspect pushing the start of the new season back by a month is the most they’re willing to compromise.

As for me, I’m quite happy about this since HealPre’s lost its hold on my attention a while ago so the sooner TroPre gets here, the better. Though the downside might be a scrambled climax and a rushed, underwhelming ending for HealPre (I dunno if it’s January’s titles that feel a bit messy or if the hiatus is still throwing me off) but whatever. We’ll refresh ourselves with the new blood Cures so it’s all good.

2) Tropical movie announced for Autumn 2021, no All Stars??

(source)

First saw this mentioned on Youtube somewhere but it’s all over the fandom forums by now. I mean, HealPre’s movie is set for March, the usual time slot for All Stars release. If Toei intended for there to be an All Stars in 2021, there’s no way they would announce the seasonal movie before it so speculations of them skipping it this year are probably true.

To squeeze it somewhere between March and October-ish would force them to readjust their budgets as well and I don’t think even Toei wants to go through that extra hassle after all the trouble the pandemic’s caused for everyone already. It’s just easier to resume All Stars in 2022.

That, and I think Laura being a major character in TroPre despite not having a Cure title (yet) would make for an awkward situation when the three latest teams gather so perhaps that’s also one of the reasons. But I’ll get back to Laura in a bit.

3) Cure Summer is a RAINBOW Cure

So god help me if I see anyone calling her a Pink Cure.

Yes, she’s the lead Cure for this season. NO, she is not a Pink Cure.

Look, even the official website has a rainbow overlay for her profile pic and text font while everyone else’s respective theme colors are a solid hue:

Therefore, RAINBOW.

In promotional material and merchandising, they’re probably going to advertise her primarily with pink bah and at worst, she might occasionally be labeled as a White Cure with multiple subcolors (her outfit is not pink-dominant) but definitely NOT. PINK.

...also, this goes without saying but f***yea, we finally got a lead Cure practically and unabashedly wearing the LGBTQ flag and you cannot tell me otherwise, Toei!

Own up to it! Declare Manatsu/Cure Summer as the Precure queer icon!

I’m not gonna stop yellin’ until you do! 😠

4) Laura = obvious midseason Cure is obvious

First of all, Laura is a babe. I already love her the best and she’s not even Precure yet. <3

Anyways, the set-up is pretty much in the description. Important main character who’s not a mascot, stated to have a self-confident personality and just speaks her mind (oooh, I like~ :D), magical/foreign being from another world looking for Precure to save her home, possesses her own special item(s), has aspirations to become the next Queen (so she’s a princess-candidate or something to that effect, I suppose).

We’ve seen various combinations of these traits in past midseason (and a few starter) Cures so nobody should be surprised when we all guessed that one of the Cures would be a real live mermaid.

The only question is why not just make Laura a Cure from the get-go if she’s introduced to us at the beginning (like Hime or Lala) and having a team of five with no unnecessary extra add-ons later on (like Smile).

Well, there’s a simple answer for that: formula.

Toei is afraid that if they don’t spit out some new animation sequence at the halfway and third quarter points of the show, the kids will lose interest and abandon the series altogether. Which means failed toy sales. Oh nooo... [/sarcasm]

...Yea.

And this way they can also have Laura available in the Cure lineup for the next All Stars in 2022 instead of making her sit the fight out if we were going to have one in 2021. I’m convinced that’s gotta be one of the reasons. *shrug*

But ok, whatever. Her debut is gonna be later, that’s all. She’s a delayed Cure. Midseason Cure, same difference.

Moving along to the more important stuff now like what’s her Cure name gonna be, y/y?

Well, knowing Toei, a translation of the term “mermaid” into another language is the most predictable route even though we already have a Cure Mermaid. Not like that ever stopped them from repeating words before (ex. Cure Happy vs Cure Felice). Though if they do go down that road, I hope they opt for the Spanish/Italian “sirena” and not the French “sirène” because the latter sounds too close to how Cure Selene is pronounced in Japanese. And, putting it nicely, we all know Japanese pronunciation of foreign words is as off kilter as can be.

Hell, even the the Portuguese “sereia” sounds aesthetic as hell so it’d be nice if they can just remember there are other languages that exist out there besides Japanese, English and French when making the final decision at the writing table! *stomps foot* >:/

Alternatively, “nereid” or “naiad” are good choices too but they remind me too much of Greek myths and Laura’s from the Grand Ocean which covers more than just a couple of seas (Greece is surrounded by three, btw) so...

I dunno. But whatever it’s gonna be, she’s definitely got a strong association with water and her powers will probably be based on that.

As for theme color, since there’s noticeably no blue or green Cure in the starter lineup, it’s likely she will take up that spot when she debuts around ep 20.

Pink is also open since Cure Summer, again, is technically not a Pink Cure and Laura’s hair and tail fin are hot and light pink respectively but looking at Laura’s design and concept, does anyone seriously believe that?

Her upper torso consists of aquamarine while the body of her tail is definitely some shade of cyan, implying they’re aiming for somewhere around the middle of green and blue on the lighter spectrum.

And yea, I’m aware that green and blue are considered exchangeable in some perspectives with how close some of their shades are to each other but officially, I think Laura’s gonna be grouped with the Green Cures.

Cuz of the hair. If Laura’s gonna keep it the same or a similar shade after transforming, that is. The Blues have always had cool-colored hair so putting Laura in with them might disrupt that harmony whereas if you put her with the few Greens there are (including Parfait), she’d fit right in.

I mean, we’ll see but that makes the most sense, doesn’t it?

On another note, I just want to say that I love how they added frills to her arms instead of letting her elbows go bare naked. It definitely makes her look more like a genuine mermaid than if she didn’t have them (remember, half fish doesn’t mean half the body :P).

5) Magical Items

Frankly, I’m tired of seeing the transformation device being a compact again even though one of the main motifs is make-up this season. But at least, as far as Precure compacts goes, the Tropical one is my favorite cuz of how cute and delightfully colorful its toy version looks! So I guess I’m okay with it.

The Heart Rouge Rod, though? ...I dunno. I think it would’ve been fine without that...straw (?) jutting out at the top. It looks weird, doesn’t it look weird? :S

As for the collectible clip-ons, I can live without those for the rest of my life. Yeesh.

Laura’s items, the Aqua Pot and the Ocean Prism Mirror.

Again with the portable, travel-size housing. *sigh* 😩

Alright, I can let this year slide cuz Laura (I’m so soft for her, omg) probably won’t be getting legs for 20 weeks so she’s got to move about on land somehow. But unless they’re really thinking about turning this idea of carrying your apartment around in your bag/pocket/purse into a reality (cuz that would be effin’ awesome), please be more creative with your toys.

On the other hand, I’m much more interested in the Ocean Prism Mirror but from what Kusyami (the Precure merchandise reviews I follow on Youtube) said in his latest vid, this is the ED dance item so don’t know if it’ll actually have an relevance to the story or not. But I did hear him mention it having something to do with the Queen as well and since Laura wishes to become Queen, maybe it’ll be important after all? Maybe it’s her transformation device?

That’d be super cool. Let’s continue the trend of the midseason Cure having a different transformation item than the starters. Honestly, we should alternate every other year or two but we’ve gone three seasons with all of them using the same henshin gimmicks up till HealPre and I just want a break from that.

6) Fin sleeves??

These look so impractical for combat so maybe it’s exclusive to group attacks.

And/or a sort of precursor to the super forms?

*GASP* Does that mean they all eventually turn into mermaids? 🤩

7) Yui finally became Precure!! 😭

lol, it’s all crack from this point on so don’t take it too seriously but man, after Yuni’s deceptive braids, I thought I wasn’t gonna see anything that reminded me of Yui for a while and lo behold, Sango.

kehehehehehe xD;

Though Yui might be closer to Minori in terms of personal interests (fairytales and storybooks).

8) Akira, the actual Onee-chan version

I didn’t think this when I first saw her but once I read “Onee-san” in her profile, there’s no saving you now. Sorry, Asuka. 😅

Also, damn, do her sandals make her feet look big! Compare them to the heels she wears as Flamingo. Are they even the same?! lololol

9) ...this sounds awfully familiar...

Translation:

Tokimeku Tokonatsu! [Exciting/Thrilling Everlasting Summer!] Cure Summer! Kirameku Hoseki! [Sparkling Jewel!] Cure Coral! Hirameku Fuurutsu! [Flashing Fruit!] Cure Papaya!

Japanese reiteration:

Mallow/Mao: Pink no tokimeki! Lillie: Blue no kirameki! Lana/Suiren: Yellow no kagayaki!

….........

@Toei

Care to explain yourselves, punks?!

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#it is 1:30 AM and im hungry and still have to do work on new year's eve so i'll come back to amuse-rage later #tropical rouge! precure #precure 2021 #cure summer #cure coral #cure papaya #cure flamingo #laura la mer

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bean-na-farraige-agus-foraoise · 4 years ago

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I sat down to read the First Battle of Magh Turedh today, because it’s been longer than I’d like to admit since I’ve read that particular text, and I’ve been struck by how the text is really and very clearly about refugees and the importance of being hospitable.

As we should all know, the Nemedians were the group to rule Ireland immediately prior to the Firbolgs, and like the Tuatha de would experience later, were subjugated by the Fomorians and were made to pay great tributes to them. In the First Battle of Magh Turedh it is said “whatever be the tribute, on whomsoever and wheresoever imposed, it is in our power either to bear it or to escape from it.” The Nemedians are not passive actors in their fate, they are well aware of what is happening to them, and that it is wrong, and they believe that they can either put up with it or leave. They seek out a wise man named Fintan for advice and the advice he gives them is this:

“Depart from this land, children of Nemed; leave Ireland, and escape the violence of your enemies. Stay here no longer, pay no more tribute. Your sons or your grandsons will recover the land from which you are now fleeing.”

And beyond just advising them to flee, Fintan recommends that they split up for safety, so that a war doesn’t start because they’re trying to flee this oppressive situation.

Perhaps the part of this particular narrative that is most clear and most recognizable from our modern position is the narrative of what happens to the children of Semeon. I’m putting the following text in block quotes because it’s... long.

A storm had driven them from their course till they came to the dry strands of Thrace and the sandy shores of Greece, and there they settled. Thereupon the inhabitants and the champions of the land visited them, and made a compact of peace and concord with them. Territory was apportioned them, but on the sea-shore, on the distant borders, on cold rough stretches and rugged rocks, on the hill-sides and mountain slopes, on inhospitable heights and in deep ravines, on broken land and ground unfit for cultivation. But the strangers transported a great quantity of soil to the smooth, bare rocks, and made them into smiling clover-covered plains.

When the chiefs and powerful men of the land saw the smooth, broad and grassy fields, and the wide expanses of fruitful cultivated land, they would expel the occupants, and give them in exchange wild, rugged regions, hard stony lands infested with poisonous serpents. However, they tamed and cultivated the ground, and made it into good fruitful fields, smooth and broad like all their land that was taken from them.

But in the meantime the children of Nemed increased and multiplied till they numbered many thousands. The tribute grew heavier and their labour harder till they, now a powerful company, resolved secretly to make wide curved boats of the well-woven bags they used for carrying soil, and to sail for Ireland.

Almost immediately we see that the children of Semeon exchanged their subjugation under the Fomorians for subjugation under the Greeks- they traded one tribute for another. And importantly we see that, just as they had in Ireland, they tried to make the best of their situation, and each time turned the wretched lands given to them by the Greeks into something great, into lands that were worth something- and when the Greeks saw what they had done with nothing, they took it from them.

Previously we saw that the Nemedians when faced with circumstances such as these chose to split up and leave- however this time, they closed ranks and made to leave, but the eldest of their leaders argued that they ought to fight back, so before they left we’re told that they “killed every one of the Greeks worth killing that they got hold of, and wasted the neighbouring land and made a devastating incursion over it and burnt it. They then brought their plunder and spoil to the place where their ships and galleys were and the smooth, black-prowed boats they had made of their sacks and bags.” This time instead of choosing to flee, they decided to fight and take their revenge before leaving to return to Ireland, to reclaim their home, where they would rule for the next 30 years as the Firbolgs.

The rest of this text tells the story of what Lady Gregory refers to as “The Fight with the Firbolgs” in her book Gods and Fighting Men, and I discuss that text and specifically the actual first battle of Magh Turedh here. But these two versions of the same events are texts that are explicitly about refugees and immigrants and the importance of being hospitable to them, and of showing them kindness and respect. Obviously I’m not saying that refugees and immigrants that are treated poorly are going to kill everyone who wronged them, because that’s ridiculous, and we see time and time again throughout history that these are vulnerable groups deserving of and needing compassion and empathy- but when we look at the lore it explicitly shows us that hospitality is a two way street, and when the immigrants have acted honorably and done no wrong to the previous inhabitants that bad things happen to the previous inhabitants when they’ve been colossal dickbags to the refugees and immigrants. Just some food for thought. 😇

#the first battle of magh turedh #oh lore?#oh? lore?#loric interpretations #musings #research musings #gaelpol #celtpol #gaelic polytheism #celtic polytheism

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minalous · 5 years ago

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Zeus: King of Gods (m)

pairing: jungkook x reader, namjoon x reader ft taehyung x reader

description/warnings: jungkook!god, since he is Zeus of course he will be a little bit dominant, namjoon!god, namjoon is Dionysus so please yes, namjoon likes creating and inspiring ecstasy, smut happening, oral (f receiving) || You find yourself in disbelief when a young man swears he is the God of Sky, Zeus. It doesn’t take long until you take him seriously. “I’m here to save you, I’m here to ruin you.You called me, see? I’m so sweet”

genre: smut | angst | fluff

words: 6.2k

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Why on earth you decided to come here after such a long time? How the hell did you find yourself involved into a seminar you never wanted to take in the first place? The questions that keep bugging through the whole lot of your journey. Going back to Greece is not the problem, you are always into taking some vacation in the country which had you hooked into archaeology. It will only be for a week, seven days you can devote into relaxing and being away from work.

Travelling all the way to your destination takes more than twenty hours, time you could possibly spend home to relax and have some time for yourself, a great opportunity that your best friend took away from you. He had to stay back home since the nature of his work did not offer a lot of time off. Being your assistant does not give him enough time to get vacation, maybe that is your fault, only partially.

"You are aware of the situation you got yourself into, right?" you whisper to yourself while struggling to get past your fellow passengers. The airplane has just landed, a few minutes earlier than expected and it works perfectly in your favour. You hurriedly grab your cabin bag, making the best of efforts to avoid the people surrounding you.

What you do not expect is the rain pouring down as if the sky itself opened in half to rain down waterfalls. It is beautiful to watch but right now you desperately need to hurry and go to your hotel. You are thankful you know the closest way to go there, the traffic is horrible due to the downpour.

It does not take you long to get to your hotel, the decision you made not to take a taxi was wise, the traffic is getting worse and worse by the minute. The lobby of the hotel is enormous, the heat of the air conditioning sends waves of pleasurable warmth all over your body. The rain seems to have gotten your clothes so wet that only now you can tell how much it has affected you.

"Hello. I have booked one of your suites" you say while you try to reach out for your phone inside your purse

"Hello, Miss. Under what surname have you done the booking?"

"It should be under the surname Kim. My assistant made it for me. It should be under Kim Taehyung"

"Yes, Miss. You have booked the Crimson suite for a month."

The man's words snap you out of your thoughts, staring blankly into his direction as you try to remind yourself how many days you have decided to stay here.

"I am sorry. I think there has been a mistake. It should be for a week."

"Let me check again then, Miss."

You now keep searching for your phone furiously, there is no mistake made apart from the one Kim Taehyung that has lied to you and has arranged an extended holiday for you without your permission. You make a quick phone call while waving to the man in the reception that you are on the phone.

"Hello, hello" you hear his voice "how was your trip, baby?"

"Don't baby me, Tae. Why the hell did you book the suite for a month?"

"First of all, you are welcome?" he fake laughs at you "and secondly, please do take some vacation. You are fucked from work. Two years in the row with no holidays. Just relax. The company will be fine without you" he adds

"I doubt that" you tell him "but I trust you."

"Now say you are sorry and thank me, because we have been through hell these last couple of months." he says in a worried tone "especially you and I after all those incidents"

"I am sorry, Tae. I should not have dragged you into this"

"There will always be incidents, baby. I like going on trips with you, but this one take in on your own. Spend some time with yourself, think about your next steps. Maybe I will come meet you there. You like the Ancient Greek Gods, right?"

"Yes" you say in a lower voice "Thank you for remembering that."

"Anything for you, baby." you can tell he is smiling "Call me when you are done with your check in, yeah?"

"Yes, Tae. Thank you again for everything. I don't know what I would do without you." you are truly blessed to have him in your life

"No worries, baby. I love you"

"I love you too, Tae"

"Bye. Have fun" he says cheerfully

"Bye"

Lucky, that is what you are to have Tae in your life. He organised this trip and vacation for you, for your well being. He truly is an angel. You have known Taehyung your whole life. Since you can remember yourself, he was there, has always been there. To protect you, to guide you, to fight for you.

"Miss, I have checked the booking twice and it says it is for a month. It has already been paid."

"It is okay. I was on the phone with my assistant and we clarified the dates. Thank you for checking though" you smile at him

"Here is your key, miss" he hands you the key "your personal assistant will help you get to your suite"

"My what?" you say in confusion

"The VIP guests have a 24hr private assistance. It is the same as having a butler, Miss. Your assistant has provided this service for you."

For the love of god, why is he such a baby?

"Thank you for letting me know. Have a goodnight"

"Goodnight, Miss"

Your personal assistant as the receptionist said, helped you get to your suite. Apparently it is not a service provided only for the hotel premises. He is assigned to accompany you through the whole of your accommodation. The more you look at him, the more he looks like a bodyguard rather than a personal assistant. You cannot deny he looks more like a model though. He is tall, well built, tanned skin, beautiful blonde hair. He looks like an old forgotten god.

"Here is your suite, Miss. Please call me if you need anything. I will be outside. Have a good night." he says while he is about to close the door

"Thank you for youryou help. Before you leave, what is your name?"

"Namjoon, Miss" he replies and bows before closing the door for you

The next few days get by smoothly, day and night you do those things you missed the most; shopping, reading, cooking your favourite meal. Namjoon accompanies you everywhere you are to go. He mostly never talks, only if necessary. It is quite enjoyable to have someone by your side after such a long time of being alone when doing every day chores. Much more enjoyable when this somebody who offers you his company is so beautiful.

You do not want to make him uncomfortable but you stare at him from time to time, your eyes keep tracing his movements; he opens every door for you, he brings you coffee every morning and he weirdly enough guessed the coffee you like right, he silently does whatever you need and want without being asked to do so. He never exceeds limits and boundaries. He is a gentleman.

The last place you find yourself in is one of the finest wine shops in the city. You are not the best to choose when it comes to wine. Over the years you had a lot of bad experiencesexperience with wine, especially after bad days, drinking your sorrows away. Namjoon approaches you carefully, a smile on his lips as he questions you.

"I am sorry to interfere, Miss, but what kind of wine would you like to consume with your food?"

"I always preferred red wine to any other wine" you lower your voice and lean towards him, almost whispering "you may not know, but in ancient Greece they loved red wine"

"Is that so?" Namjoon asks in curiosity, a faint smirk plastered on his lips

It feels so fun to have him here with you, able to share the knowledge you hold for ancient history and mythology.

"They had Dionysus. He is mostly known as the God of wine but I always loved him for his contribution in the arts and literature. He was so loved and he was so important for a lot of people back in the days. Real or not, he did his part." you tell him, two bottles of red wine in your hands.

"Thank you.." he says in awe before walking to the till "For letting me know. But I believe you should buy these bottles of red wine. Something stronger will help you relax"

Namjoon carries the bags with the bottles back to the car, your mind already trying to figure out what you are going to cook back home. There is basically nothing left except for fruit you have bought a couple of days ago and some steak you would end up throwing away. You are not bored, just too tired to cook.

"Namjoon?"

"Yes, Miss?" he replies softly

"Would you..? Never mind" it's too childish to ask him to cook for you

"Is there something wrong, Miss?" Namjoon drives the both of you back home, almost reaching back to your destination

"No, nothing wrong. I wondered if you could possibly cook for me?" you end your request with a question mark floating in your tone

You can hear Namjoon chuckling at the front driver's seat and it would hurt your pride if you did not know he is not the type of person to mock you.

"I would love to" he pauses for a minute "I mean I am happy to cook for you, Miss"

As you show him where the things you have bought are, Namjoon takes off his suit jacket which has you baffled. Where was he hiding all these muscles? You try to shake off the feeling of arousal by opening one of the bottles you just bought. With your hands pouring a glass of wine, you reach out to give a glass of wine to Namjoon but you are not ready for what you are about to see; Namjoon is slowly rolling up his sleeves, veiny arms now exposed to all of their glory.

"Wow" comes out as a whisper from your lips

"Thank you, Miss. How would you like to have your steak?"

Is he thanking you for your comment or for the wine? You clearly are clueless

"Medium to medium well would be fine"

"It will not take long." he reassures

You sit at the other side of the table, taking in the beautiful view he provides while he is so concentrated on cooking your meal. The glass of wine you hold in your grasp is already empty, not blaming yourself for finishing it so quickly. It helps you drown the improper thoughts you have for Namjoon.

It seems to you that your body is not listening to you, insatiable the way he moves around you, how he touches things, the depth of his voice as he asks you the simplest of things. Is he real? You have never felt so attracted to anyone before, eyes stay stimulated on his figure, the more you stay focused on him, the more you want to get lost into him.

Is it the wine talking, is it him that makes you lose yourself?

"You should stop drinking if it makes you so dizzy"

Namjoon is sitting right next to you, holding his distance as expected from a gentleman like himself, showing you the empty bottle in his hand.

"When did you manage to finish it?" his voice is smooth like silk

"I don't know. I don't remember" these are the very last words you remember falling from your lips

Black velvet, green, red; colours that are decorating the room you found yourself in. The touch of velvet under your skin has you shiver from pleasure, the feeling travels down your heat and it makes you moan involuntary. Everything is set to maximum; the noises, the voices, the music, the smells, all of your senses are heightened and it feels ecstatic.

Your clothing is different from what you were wearing beforewearing on before, a dark green silk dress covers only the parts in need to be unseen, your exposed skin shuddering under the chilly air. You move around the room to find the door which would let you further explore and you know there is no escape. That is all you can feel and remember every time you see the same dream - more of a realistic nightmare rather than a dream. The same mansion that would offer its cold, empty halls, full of dust and loneliness.

Extravagant staircases with a design seemingly invaluable as if it held too much history in it, stairs crying out full of agony to you, calling out your name. You would always stare around you, lost and alone you wanted to reach out to anyone. But there is nothing to be seen, as far as your eyes can see there is only one light of life that is staring back at you with the hope you will reach out to it.

"There is more of me waiting for you in here" you can hear a soft, smoky voice trying to lure you into the depths of the mansion.

With eyes fixed on the light trying to guide you, you have no doubt that this whole scene unravelling in front of your very eyes has to be nothing more than a dream which feels so real, so real that it may be true. Your feet drag you further into this mansion, the mansion responsible for all those sleepless nights but the further you get into the mansion, the more fearless you get. Why is it so? Why do you have no fear for what it is to come?

The so familiar sweet, intoxicating scent hits your nostrils and you know you are about to see the same scene you have seen so many other times. Once you notice the beautiful women in front of you, the man who haunts you every time is right there, standing proudly surrounded by all those women. Women so beautiful that would put models into shame, music echoing all around you, grapes and other kinds of fruit surrounding the small of tables next to them which is there to feed their hunger, wine in their hands to quench their thirst.

"I knew you long time ago" the man's voice comes out in a whisper but it reaches you, making the hair on the back of your neck rise.

"I have been waiting for you.." and the man who is standing there is no other than the man who stands beside you every single day

"Namjoon.." it seems so unreal to see him but there he is, ready to haunt your mind and it makes you want to believe it is Namjoon, maybe you crave for him..

His voice has this power to make you surrender, not that it would take a lot to have you drop your defence and listen to what he has to say. Your attempt to focus on him is nothing more than a failure as he walks towards you, the room getting bigger and bigger as he comes for you. Had you known his touch would cause you to lose your senses, you would have never let him touch you. This kind of sensation is something you have never experienced before, the smallest touch his skin offers would make fire spread everywhere on your body and once his eyes meet yours, oh those eyes, you know, you know he is up to no good.

"It's not your body I want, it's your mind" he whispers to you, hands searching for your waist

"Just listen now.."he continues "listen to the sweet melody of my music and follow it." The man now offers you a drink that you happily accept, the sweetness of the drink hitting your lips and from the taste of it it probably is wine and honey.

It is an instant feeling like a warm hug, the sweetness of the wine running into your veins and the rising of a new temptation can be seen into the both of you: lust for life. Only a few inches are separating you from kissing the man in front of you, only a second away from giving into your instincts. You know from his movements as you look deep into his eyes, you know from the way he is leaning into you: he really craves to kiss you. With lips instinctively opening to let him claim the kiss he asks so desperately to have, you let him wrap his hands around your waist and hold you closer to his larger frame. He is about to kiss you, lips and eyes closing to you.

"You are not about to seal your fate, Son."

You can feel the man getting tense under his, what he claims to be, father's words. He holds you closer, hands wrapped around you like wings that are meant to protect you.

"She is not meant to be here to see you, this is a world I have created for her and I. She is to be here to meet me every night." The voice you can hear from this man is a voice you have been hearing since the beginning of your weird dreams. It has to be the beautiful man you have been dreaming of, the man who lives inside this mansion.

"She is not to be exposed to the cruelty you and your brothers are to unleash. This is a war you brought upon yourself, Father"

"You are mistaken if you believe that I am to bring her into a war if I weren't sure I can keep her safe"

"But father, isn't it better if she loses her true self once and for all?"

"She is far too precious to have her true self die. She can get reborn to claim what she is rightfully owed" he says and you can feel his voice getting closer to where you stand "she is twice as important as you and I are, Dionysus."

"How come you believe she has the power to destroy them?"

"Because the Fates have shown me.. I have seen what she is capable of. And she can bring the end of days. Their end"

The ancient words echo around the stones of the temple, seeping into the foundation, just like the way the syllables of his voice bleed into yours. The sound of silence echoes louder once his presence fills up the temple, the power flowing from within his body is equal to no power known to you.

"Wake up, wake up and come find me" the voice of an angel pulling you out from your dream and urging you to wake up.

You find yourself safe and sound back in your apartment, the dream you had seemed so unreal right now when you have time to rerun all of the events that took place inside your dreamland. How could you have possibly faced two Greek gods without being harmed from their aura? Being you, you knew how dangerous it is to face beings of that nature; ancient, old, powerful, creatures that withheld powers able to destroy the earth.

There is the need to figure out what the dream is hiding behind the words of you being a goddess, only if it was true, only if the words spoken were real. To the core of your being you secretly hoped it was real. Who was the one who showed Zeus you were powerful? Because there can be none other than Zeus the one Dionysus was talking to, the King of Gods. If he were not to be the most powerful what were you to overpower him?

In the heat of the moment you become angry at your oblivious ignorance, guilty of believing into a dream which is nothing more than drunkenness mixed with the twisted reality you have created. You despise the person you have become with hours and hours spent to find things you cannot see, heartless to people in need of you. Only purpose in your life is to discover the hidden Olympian Gods, a purpose leading you to madness.

The library that is conveniently placed within the hotel is the quickest way to have access to some of the books you want to have a look at, Zeus's family tree is the first of things you need to search. There were so many powerful Gods and Goddesses, or probably still exist if your suspicions are to become real. You dress up quickly, shoes in hands and ready to go to the library.

"Where are you going, Miss?" Namjoon's voice sends you chills and your whole body freezes on the spot as if somebody caught you doing something illegal. The dream you had no long ago is the reminder of a faint chance of Namjoon being a God. One of the Gods you loved and treasured the most.

"I want to go to the library to look something up. Can you please go grab us some coffee?" you say in the sweetest voice. You do not want to alert him, not until you are sure of his intentions.

"Of course" As Namjoon heads out for the coffee, you find the chance to have some time ahead in finding what you were looking for. You do not know exactly what to look for but the genealogy tree would be a good start.

Hundreds of books are surrounding you but now you are no longer blind to the truth, your hand aiming towards the one and only book in here that can help you.

"I hope you are the one book that can help me" you mutter to yourself with the book in your hands. With complete attention in the book you are reading, you lean on the bookcase, devoted to finding a clue to help you out.

"Maybe it is not a book you are looking for but a being" the sweet, soft voice you just heard is familiar, a voice you are sure you have heard before.

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you" you say and continue reading your book.

"Through ancient times, gods and goddesses walked on this earth, creatures older than the time. They held powers greater than the human mind could think of, the possession of anything mystical the universe could be in possess of.

The long forgotten story of the woman who prayed to Nyx to spare her child before getting devoured from her husband, Erebus, the personification of the deep darkness and shadows. The child was told to be the child of Chaos, the creator of all, and that Gaia and Tartarus were not the only ones. He had an affair that brought her into the world, a lover who he loved more than Nyx but he could never allow a bastard to have a claim to his throne the same way Zeus did to his father."

Mind deep into thoughts, the book you are reading repeating words you could not understand. The man next to you took it away from your hands, not before he could touch your fingers, offering to translate for you.

"I'm here to save you, I'm here to ruin you. You called me, see? I'm so sweet" these are the words you could not translate

"I have crossed oceans of time to find you" he continues "but these are not words in need of translation. This is me letting you know how long it took me to find you, to have you so close"

"Let me introduce myself, luv" the man takes your hand in his, softly bringing it on his lips to kiss it "I am Zeus. You may already know me"

Yes, you already know him. And you feel you are his. The connection you feel between the two of you is undeniably strong, indestructible, a bond that has been created through years and years of getting to know you, a relationship he was aware he needed to create.

And there you are after unwillingly calling for him; the being who you are to face is one of those beautiful beings you got to know in your dreams, dreams you never knew until recently were real, now being here with him, with no fear or regrets. If you are to die in his hands, let it be. If you are to be held captive in his castle of mysteries, let it be. As long as he has you in the grasp of his hands, holding you tight in his arms, he could be the drug running in your veins, he could be the one to ruin you. He is what you want, you are what he needs.

His whole world is nothing you have seen before and inside your mind you are fighting through the pain to be what he craves for. Too much power dripping down from his fingertips but it is you who have the nectar he is quenching for; you are the purest creature he has laid his eyes on after thousands of years.

Zeus is the name he is known for the last thousands of years but the name he goes with now is Jungkook. He asks you to call him that as he guides you back inside the mansion you have been dreaming of. Relief rushes through you as you come to realise you will no longer be in a constant battle with yourself, there will be no fear of you losing your mind.

Jungkook guides you further than you have ever been inside this mansion of his, the lingering feeling of his hands on your body comes back to haunt you when he places a long, slow kiss on your neck. He knows how your body reacts to every of his touches, he commands it to submit under his will and it happily obliges. You cannot tell how long it has been since he has been pleasing you with his tongue and fingers but there is one thing you can tell; he craves to love you, it's all he has.

"Stay there, with your legs open for me. I am not nearly done with you yet."

He sweeps your juices with the back of his hands after licking the remains with his tongue. He is looking like a thirsty man on a hot day under the sun, searching for water.

"No one can stop us now. You are my nectar. I am your lover"

You ignore the strange chalice he has offered you, sipping down the deep red liquor inside it.

"Sky and earth is ours. Chaos and night is ours. The day is ours. And now you are mine.. Mine." and with a knee bend down before you, your body laying down beautifully on the daybed, he leaves open mouthed kisses along your legs, spread already as he has asked you.

"And I am yours. Only yours"

The morning sun creeps through the large windows to drag you out of your dreams, Jungkook laying beside you, eyes searching for your.

"Good morning.." he tells you softly "You have been sleeping for a long time"

"Good morning" you say before making your way to the edge of the bed

"I know you still have so many questions" he tries to say but you interrupt him

"I need you to show me" you say in a broken voice "I need you to show me what happened to me. When you gave me the drink last night, I remembered some things, I had broken memories of my past"

"So it worked" Jungkook says more to himself than you

"Please show" you plead

"I'll show you" Jungkook moves his body closer to yours, hands coming to gently touch your temples, soon your head is flooded with images.

The most beautiful woman appears in front of your very eyes like a dream; long black hair, black eyes, porcelain skin. She was as beautiful as the night. "Nyx" you can hear from a man behind her "You have to hide her. She is in danger" You cannot see the man but you can still see the beautiful woman. "Mom" slips from your lips. Mom? This is your mom.. The mother you have been searching your whole life. Nyx is your mother.. "Erebus is near. He can sense her. Please hurry" "Take her, Chaos. Please take her and protect her." "You know that Erebus is no match for you. Why are you so afraid?" "I do not wish him to know of my creation, of my child." Chaos is staring back at her with a look of understatement on his face. "He never knew you created more of you, did he?" You can see your mother tearing up, your father must have never known, must have never accepted your mother has created you. By the look of it you must be much more powerful than the liking of your father. "She is my beautiful light, Father. She is the one to bring the sun in my darkest nights, she is the one to create the air we, Gods, breathe. You created the universe and being your daughter, I wished to create two beautiful children for Erebus and I, but she has all of me in her little heart. She is perfect. But Erebus is scared of her and her powers. Please help me lie about her, help me save my child"

Chaos is holding your small hands inside his, your eyes fixed on your mother that is trying her best not to cry and you may not have understood why back then, but now you do. She is about to lose her whole world, the only child she was able to have and hold in her hands. She is the most powerful being after Chaos but her only thought is to protect you from the harm your father may bring upon you. "I will always love you" your mother says and in the blink of an eye you find yourself in a different world.

"You are safe here" Chaos tells you "we are thousands of years apart with your father. You are so small and innocent." Chaos leaves a small kiss on your forehead before continuing "This is the right place for you to live and grow up. When he finds you, take the right decision. The world is upon your hands. Your children's desire will be to destroy the world you will come to know as home. Would you wish to save it, you will get reborn as the Goddess your mother wished you to be. Would you find the world you live on to be corrupted, let your children destroy it."

Every single one of the rest of your memories are from your current past. The rest of your story is to be told from Zeus, the son of Cronus and Rhea.

"You now know why you are here, why we cannot have you ignore your true nature." Jungkook seems to need the world saved from his parents

"You are scared" you say softly "you are scared I won't help you"

"There is one part of the story that you are yet to know. And it is not that I am scared of your decision, I am worried about the power you hold in the grasp of your hands" Jungkook has you face him, with a soft kiss on your lips he feels it coming, your true nature lurking in the darkest corners of your mind

"You inherited part of your mother's powers. You have the powers of three Gods. This is the reason Nyx had you hidden for thousands of years. No God was to hold so much power, luv. You are so unique" Jungkook says as he kisses you deeply "No Goddess can compete to your beauty" he breathes between the kiss, fingers finding their way to meet your heat "no Goddess can destroy and save worlds like you" his fingers enter with ease your wet core and your pretty moans fill the room "So beautiful you are.."

"I cannot afford to lose you, I cannot walk away from you now that I have found you. I need you to stay with me and save this world. I love my humans and the world" Jungkook never stops until you come undone on his fingers, licking the remaining of your wetness.

"I am here to worship you" Jungkook whispers as you fall asleep in his arms

Day after day you notice your powers overwhelming you, it has been so long since Jungkook has witnessed pure power, power in its rawest form. When Jungkook got to see you control the night sky, summoning the stars to show themselves to you, the small glimpse of his smile filled you with pride.

"Love the stars, love the moon" Jungkook tells you "I love you"

He carefully places a kiss on your forehead, a kiss full of love.

"We are equals now" you tell him, the view his balcony offers is breathtaking and to have him hug you is more than enough to make you happy

"I think I can't get enough from your touch" he says "you say a lot of things that drive me insane"

"I can say a lot more, a lot more when you are with me" you say

"Immortality becomes you, luv" Jungkook teases you

"I think I am starting to like it. Immortality may not be a bad thing after all"

Jungkook is taken aback by your words, he seems to not agree with your newly found liking in immortality, in the new life you are given.

"Immortality" Jungkook starts" Immortality comes with insatiable need, exquisite pain. Immortality holds its own privileges and downsides. Knowing about my world may get you hurt and I cannot allow that. You were able to awaken your powers, your immortality.. but no power comes without burdens."

"A leap of faith, that is all we need" you say "we need to be strong until we find where my full potential can take me. You mentioned that three different gods are within me, powers unknown to any of us"

"You shouldn't have to carry all that burden alone" Jungkook holds you tighter within his arms "The fate of the world should not be your responsibility"

"But the people living in it are my responsibility, they are our creation. We should save them from your parents. From all the Titans that wish to destroy the world"

"The world is an awful place. Best to meet it on its own terms. People are not good anymore, nor pure" he says but he does not mean it, not wholeheartedly

"No the world isn't awful" you tell him softly "People are not awful. They want to be good. Something makes them bad, something breaks them down, makes them snap. We all must stand alone against our demons. And humans are not determined to face their demons anymore yet. We have to help them"

"What if one day their demons become mine to fight? In what end am I to defeat the Titans, those Gods who want to bring an end to all humanity?"

"You are not alone anymore. You have me now.." you reassure him

"I am older than you, even if you came before me, I want to guide you to the old ways, to the old days when everything was beautiful and in harmony" Jungkook smiles at you

"And yet you remain so obstinate to the desire to kill your parents" you chuckle

"I do, my luv. And until the day Tartarus opens its gates for my parents, we are safe up here."

"And when is that to happen?" you ask him softly

"In the next full moon" Jungkook almost whispers

Eyes on the night sky, eyeing the half moon which is so bright, so full of life and promising to the stars around it. You raise your hand as if trying to reach out to the night sky, twisting your fingers while your mind bends the will of the moon to arise, because the moon is yours, the night is yours, the air is yours, the sun is yours. The moon ceases to exist from the night sky and it finds its way to your hand, beautiful as ever to adorn the skin of your wrist.

"That can save us some time I think" you chuckle again

Jungkook looks at you in disbelief as he has never seen anyone hold so much power.

"Yes that will save us all the time in the world, but I am sure that nobody stands a chance against you, luv."

"I would kill for you, Jungkook. Even if it meant to kill all of the Gods."

"And I will live for you" he says with a kiss "Always and forever"

Jungkook is the one God you never thought you would believe in and the one God you came to love; Zeus, the King of Gods. And there are two more Gods you crave to see; your mother, Nyx and your father, Erebus. But the latest will not have the pleasure to feel your love; he will be more than welcome though to feel your wrath.

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Oh my God! Mythology AU Know your gods

A/N: This is an avenger x reader. English is not my native language so I apologize for any mistake. Italics mean that the character is thinking. The Marvel characters belong to Marvel, the gifs and images belong to their owners, I only own the plot.

Warnings: None

Gods in order of appearance pt2:

Ares

James Buchanan Barnes, also known as Bucky. One of the twelve Olympians. God of war and violence, he’s the embodiment of courage and is considered a danger in the battlefield: insatiable, unstoppable, destructive and man-slaughtering.

Symbols:

Sword, spear, shield, helmet, chariot, flaming torch, dog, boar and vulture.

Represented as:

Muscled white male. Depicted with short hair, usually wearing a helmet, and with a sword, a spear or a shield. Most of his sculptures are naked (much to some one’s joy…).

True physical appearance:

Huge man, with a metal arm (his flesh one lost in a fight alongside Athena). Has light skin, bulging muscles and thick thighs. His jawline is strong, usually sporting a slight stubble. He has kind steel-blue eyes (that let you know where home is), framed by long and shiny brown locks, that he pulls up in a half-bun when fighting.

You can find him wearing long sleeved robes, usually dark colors, but sometimes he will put on some red ones. You can spot him wearing dark clothes in battle, but with one sleeve missing (the one that would be covering his metal arm).

Personality:

He has been through much, being the god of war and all. In his younger years he had a similar personality to Hermes, but with time and suffering that changed. He’s more closed off now; you can find him brooding in some corner.

Apart from that, he is a sweetheart. As well as Athena, he can seem scary and tough on the outside, but is a big softie on the inside. He is touch-starved and a bit broken, but will do anything for his loved ones (inside he is still that child that kicked the ass of anyone that dared to hit Athena). “He is a jerk, but he’s my jerk, and I love him”-Athena.

The past still lingers around him, dragging him down sometimes and making him isolate himself for fear of hurting others. He just needs someone to love him and make him smile (Athena assuming that position many times). “He does not smile much”- Apollo. “But when he does, he has a nice smile”- Artemis. “I’ll admit it; he’s not bad-looking. Still, I’m more handsome”-Hephaestus. “Yes, about a 12% more”- Hera.

Relationships:

ATHENA. “Don’t do anything stupid until I get back”-Ares. “How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you”- Athena. “You’re a punk”-Ares. “Jerk. Be careful, and don’t win the war till I get there.”- Athena.

Has a complicated relationship with Aeolus (they like each other, but will never tell a soul). “Can you move your seat up?”- Ares. “No”- Aeolus.

He does not live in Mount Olympus all the time because of the wars, so he does not have a strong friendship with many of the gods, but gets along just fine. “Good morning Barnes, how are you feeling?”- Angelos “Good, thanks.”-Ares. “Come, much more for you to learn”- Angelos.

Romantic interest: “That’s none of your business.”-Ares.

Hermes

Pietro Django Maximoff. One of the twelve Olympians. God of boundaries, roads and travelers, commerce, thieves, athletes and shepherds. Also he is the messenger of the gods.

Symbols:

Talaria (winged sandals), caduceus (winged staff with snakes), tortoise, lyre, rooster and petasos (winged helmet).

Represented as:

White young male figure. Lean man with short curly hair. Usually nude, only wearing the talaria, petasos and holding the caduceus.

True physical appearance:

Young eastern European male. Lean figure with strong legs used to run miles at fast speeds. Blonde hair with darker roots, blue eyes and short facial hair, close in color with the roots of the hair.

Hermes, like in the sculptures that humans have made of him, likes to walk around nude. However, he has been convinced (forced by Circe) to put on clothes. He’s seen usually in white and gold robes, but also likes grey and dark blue ones. “I like to feel free when I run”- Hermes. “You will stop parading around naked and winking at the muses RIGHT NOW”-Circe.

Personality:

Highly confident on himself and his appearance. Has virtually no shame. Easy to distract, hates have to be quiet and wait. Enjoys flirting a tad too much, and has been in trouble because of it (namely, for flirting with Angelos and Bia, Dolos however entertained him for a bit). It is because of this that he gives very useful tips for flirting with the gods. “When flirting with Bia, always put on flying sandals, she does not appreciate your so called smoothness and will send you soaring the skies”- Hermes.

Overlooking these tendencies, Hermes is a very good boy. He will help you in anything he can, will try to make laugh if you are sad, will take you flying with his sandals and gossip with you about the other olympians. “He spends too much time with my nymphs”- Poseidon.

Relationships:

Twin brother of Circe, Hermes is the opposite of her. Anxious and impatient, you will always see him speeding from place to place. But if you are able to stop him, he will tell you that he is running some errands for the other gods.

He likes everyone, and almost everyone likes him. The relationship between him and Apollo is a bit more tense, mainly because of the pranks that Hermes pulls on the elder god. He takes pleasure on them. Apollo not so much. “You didn’t see that coming?”-Hermes.

Even though he likes to flirt around, Circe is the only really important woman in his life so far. They are extremely close. “I swear that they can communicate through their minds”- Artemis.

Romantic interest: EVERYONE.

Aeolus

Samuel Thomas Wilson. God of the winds. Also known as “Keeper of the winds”.

Symbols:

Unknown.

Represented as:

White, long haired, and long bearded man. Usually naked and blowing gusts of wind.

True physical appearance:

Tall, muscled, black man, with broad chest, strong legs (of which he’s very proud of) and very short black hair. He also has dark brown eyes and likes to grow a little of facial hair.

Aeolus enjoys light colors, being seen with many light grey or green clothes. He favors robes that are thigh and leave his arms in full sight, to which he justifies are fitted for flying. “He just likes to show off”- Hephaestus. “Unfruitful effort, everyone is looking at me anyways”- Hermes.

Personality:

Aeolus is one of the gods that gives a total erroneous first impression. The first time you meet him, you’ll see a tall dark man with a permanent scowl and crossed arms. However, this changes radically in the next five minutes. He goes from scary to crazy. He is the funniest and most fun-loving god (and the loudest). He will ALWAYS make you laugh even if you are sad, especially at the most inappropriate times. “Even though he always tries to flirt with me, he is a real joy to be around”- Artemis.

He enjoys being a storyteller and will entertain you with his crazy and hilarious stories, that he swears that are completely true but that are so insane that make you question them. “He once made me laugh so much that I couldn’t stop crying. Now Greece has two new rivers.”-Poseidon.

As well as Hermes, Aeolus is a flirt. He will try and talk you to bed, but he knows his boundaries much better than the young god. He knows who is off limits and who is better to leave alone. However, that does not stop him from trying to sweep unsuspecting women off their feet. “Leave my nymphs ALONE!”-Poseidon.

Apart from that, he is an extremely loyal friend, very caring and protective. Most of the times he acts as the voice of reason between the bunch of the Olympian gods, calling them out on their impulsive acts. “Just like that we’re supposed to be cool?”-Aeolus.

Relationships:

He is friends with literally everyone. Well. ALMOST everyone. His closest friend is Athena, but, ironically, has a frenemies relationship with Ares. They act like they hate each other, always pestering and throwing shade at the other (exasperating Athena, and competing for his love). Only when Pan appears on the scene, the two (idiots) gods join forces against the young god (the poor little sweet thing). “Pan, just keep it down, man. DAMN. You can’t even eat, he over here yapping!”- Aeolus. “He is problematic”-Ares.

Romantic interest: Unrequited attraction towards Artemis.

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lovemesomesurveys · 3 years ago

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do you sing in the shower? Yeah, I have a shower playlist on my Spotify I sing along to.

do you think money makes people happy? It certainly helps, sure, but you can still be unhappy and unfulfilled. It’s not everything.

what's your relationship status? Very much single.

what time is it? 3:29AM.

what emotion are you feeling right now? Tired and irritated.

do you have netflix? I do.

have you ever traveled outside your home country? Once.

coffee or tea? Coffee, of course.

shower or bath? Shower.

what's your favorite pizza topping? Extra cheese and sauce, spinach, cilantro, green onion, garlic.

what's something that makes you happy? Beach days.

do you have siblings or are you an only child? I have two brothers.

what's your favorite instrument? Piano.

what's your favorite food? Italian, Mexican, and American.

what is something you are always losing? My mind, probably. <<< That’s how I feel.

are you good at spelling? I think so.

what is one goal you have? Get my health stuff under control.

did you get a flu shot this year? No. I never have.

what's your favorite Disney movie? A few of my top favorites are Alice in Wonderland, Winnie the Pooh, Toy Story and A Goofy Movie.

are you bored? No.

what are you listening to? An ASMR video. what's your favorite foreign language? Spanish.

what do you do when you can't sleep? My nightly routine consisting of scrolling through Tumblr, doing surveys, and listening to ASMR.

do you like cats or dogs better? Dogs.

do you have any piercings? Just my earlobes.

what's your favorite vegetable? Potatoes, spinach, green onions, broccoli. do you eat meat? Yeah.

what's the best concert you've ever been to? All of ‘em. Concerts are just a fun, cool experience.

what's your favorite season? Fall and winter.

do you still write letters? No.

what would make you really happy right now? If I was able to have beach vacay.

what's your favorite song? I have a lot.

are you good at giving advice? I wouldn’t recommend asking me for advice; I’m a mess.

what's your favorite hobby? Reading and doing surveys.

do you prefer to talk or text? Text over talking on the phone.

what's your favorite pair of shoes? My Adidas.

how often do you read? (as in books) I read a lot. I finish one and start another. There’s a few different series I’ve been into that’s been keeping me occupied.

do you have any pets? I have a doggo.

what's your favorite day of the week? I don’t have one.

are you in college? No, I’m done with school.

are you/have you ever been in a long distance relationship? No.

how do you typically listen to music? I use Spotify.

do you like going to the beach? I love the beach.

did you make any new year's resolutions? No, I stopped doing that years ago.

how old are you? 31 years old.

do you know anyone who is blind? No.

who is someone you admire? My mom.

do you have a good singing voice? No, unfortunately.

are your nails painted? Nope. It’s been a few years since I’ve painted them.

Are you an extrovert or introvert? I’m definitely an introvert.

what are you having/had for dinner tonight? I don’t know, yet.

do you ever write in a journal? This is my journal/diary.

if you could time travel when/where would you go? My childhood. what's your favorite animal? Doggos and giraffes.

what's your favorite kind of cereal? The sugary ones.

how was your day? It’s only 4 in the morning.

do you ever listen to classical music? Not often or regularly, no.

what inspires you? I haven’t felt inspired in a very long time.

how many pillows do you sleep with? Finally had to pack away a lot of them cause they were just taking up too much space. I currently have 4 on my bed, but prior I had like 10. I only actually use 2.

how many hours of sleep do you need? I never have enough.

do you have big or small feet? Small.

what's the weather like where you are? Miserably hot.

what's the most interesting thing you can see out the window? It’s pitch black out right now.

does/did your high school have a school song? Yeah.

what month is your birthday in? July.

what's your dream job? I don’t have one. :/

are you excited for summer? Noooooo. D:

what foreign country would you want to live in for 6 months? Hmm. I’d have to really think about that.

did you have to go to school today? No, I’m done with school.

win a million $$ or never have to pay for anything again? Never have to pay for anything again, obviously. <<<

do you throw coins into fountains? Sometimes.

do you have a trampoline? No.

what's your favorite song lyric? I have many.

what did you eat the last time you went to the movies? Popcorn and mini KitKats.

do you ever measure time in songs? When listening to music I sometimes do that. Like, when in the shower I measure how long to leave my shampoo in my hair that way.

do you know how to play chess? Nope.

what's your favorite game? (any type) Mario Bros, The Sims, various board games..

do you enjoy traveling? I don’t get the opportunity to do a lot of it, but yes.

do you tend to wait till the last minute? Yes.

have you ever owned a goldfish? Yeah.

how do you relieve stress? Cry.

without looking it up, guess the outside temperature? 82F.

now look it up - how close were you? Ha, I guessed way too high it’s only 52. It’s been getting really warm in the mornings so I assumed it was already high.

do you prefer digital or analog clocks/watches? Digital.

do you prefer to shop in stores or online? I’ve been doing a lot of online shopping the past few years even pre-COVID, but since COVID that’s all I’ve done until just recently as I’ve started to venture out to places like Target and Walmart. I haven’t gone to any clothing stores or any other store, yet, but I’m working towards it. Anyway, all that being said I do enjoy shopping online, but it’s nice to get out there and shop once in awhile. It’s definitely more comfortable and convenient for me right now, though.

do you enjoy coloring? I love my adult coloring books. <<<

do you like to dance? I don’t really dance.

have you ever owned a horse? No.

do you take selfies? Rarely. I did for the first time in a long time recently at my bro’s grad party.

do you ever listen to music in languages besides English? Not often, but sometimes.

have you ever cried from listening to a song? Oh, definitely.

what's your favorite song from a movie? I have several favorites.

do you prefer headphones or earbuds? Earbuds.

who was your favorite music artist when you were 10? Britney Spears, N*SYNC, Backstreet Boys, etc. <<<

when was the last time you had to go to the dentist? It’s been a few years.

can you speak Spanish? Very little.

what's the last thing you watched on youtube? I’m currently watching an ASMR video.

now what time is it? 6:09AM. I clearly took a break. Well, actually I feel asleep.

do you ever watch musicals? Yeah, some.

do you know anyone who's a twin? Yeah.

do you ever get carsick? Yes.

what's your opinion on wolves? They’re gorgeous, but I wouldn’t want to be near one.

when you're sad do you prefer sad music or happy music? I go for the sad.

do you like seafood? Nooo.

do you enjoy going to the zoo? I enjoy seeing zoo animals, but I hate that they’re in captivity like that. <<<

are there any celebrities from your hometown? Yes.

do you shower in the morning or at night? At night.

do you prefer to work alone or in a group? Alone.

do you go to the gym alone or with a friend? I don’t go to the gym.

do you like coconut? I like the scent but not the food. <<<

who is someone you're jealous of? No one.

what's your favorite place to go out for breakfast? IHOP, Denny’s, and this local place.

do you still have your christmas tree up? Ha, no. And I actually have the decorations in my room put away as well, which prior to this year I had up for two years.

do you have a favorite type of bird? No.

have you ever had an overnight flight anywhere? No.

if you use them, tell me 5 of your recently used emojis I don’t feel like checking.

do you know anyone that plays the violin? *shrug* I might.

how much money is in your wallet right now? Not sure, exactly.

anything you're looking forward to tomorrow? No.

have you ever auditioned for anything? Nope.

did you have a webkinz when you were younger? No.

how would you describe your aesthetic? I have no idea.

have you ever been told you look like a celebrity? No.

when was the last time you rode a bus? Back when I was still in college, so 6 years ago.

if you saw $50 on the ground what would you do? If no one was around, I’d pick it up and keep it. If it was in a wallet, I’d turn it in. <<< That’s what I would do.

do you know how to play any unusual instruments? No.

are you an early bird or a night owl? Both, really. Here I am at 6:17AM basically up all night. I dozed off for a bit, but still.

have you ever had trouble understanding someone because of an accent? Yes.

do you ever go to Massachusetts? I’ve never been.

do you personally know anyone who is transgender? Not that I know of.

what was the most memorable rainbow you've ever seen? (if any) Uhh.

do you remember anything from when you were 5 or younger? Just spotty preschool memories.

do you need to do laundry? No.

do you know anyone (including yourself) who actually enjoys math? Ew, definitely not me.

do you have a favorite poem? No. I haven’t read a whole lot of poetry.

if you were from somewhere else, would you visit your town on vacation? Uh, no. There’s absolutely nothing to do here. We’re not a vacation/touristy city.

where would you spend $100 if you had to spend it all in one store? Ooh, probably Boxlunch.

would you rather go to Japan or Greece? Greece.

now what song are you listening to? I’m not listening to a song at the moment.

what are you wearing right now? Leggings and a Mario Bros shirt.

any fun plans for the weekend? Nope.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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wolfliving · 3 years ago

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Account of Lord Byron’s Greek residence

*I’m hard put to believe a word of this highly-colored account of Byron’s house in exile, but it’s hard to get more Romantic than this. Extra points for the lack of paintings and the heaps of books covered with scrawled notes.

ACCOUNT OF LORD BYRON'S RESIDENCE, &c.

"The world was all before him, where to choose his place of rest, and Providence his guide."

IN Sailing through the Grecian Archipelago, on board one of his Majesty's vessels, in the year 1812, we put into the harbour of Mitylene, in the island of that name.

The beauty of this place, and the certain supply of cattle and vegetables always to be had there, induce many British vessels to visit it—both men of war and merchantmen; and though it lies rather out of the track for ships bound to Smyrna, its bounties amply repay for the deviation of a voyage.

We landed; as usual, at the bottom of the bay, and whilst the men were employed in watering, and the purser bargaining for cattle with the natives, the clergyman and myself took a ramble to the cave called Homer's School, and other places, where we had been before.

On the brow of Mount Ida (a small monticule so named) we met with and engaged a young Greek as our guide, who told us he had come from Scio with an English lord, who left the island four days previous to our arrival in his felucca.

"He engaged me as a pilot," said the Greek, "and would have taken me with him; but I did not choose to quit Mitylene, where I am likely to get married. He was an odd, but a very good man. The cottage over the hill, facing the river, belongs to him, and he has left an old man in charge of it: he gave Dominick, the wine-trader, six hundred zechines for it, (about L250 English currency,) and has resided there about fourteen months, though not constantly; for he sails in his felucca very often to the different islands."

This account excited our curiosity very much, and we lost no time in hastening to the house where our countryman had resided. We were kindly received by an old man, who conducted us over the mansion.

It consisted of four apartments on the ground-floor—an entrance hall, a drawing-room, a sitting parlour, and a bed-room, with a spacious closet annexed. They were all simply decorated: plain green-stained walls, marble tables on either side, a large myrtle in the centre, and a small fountain beneath, which could be made to play through the branches by moving a spring fixed in the side of a small bronze Venus in a leaning posture; a large couch or sofa completed the furniture.

In the hall stood half a dozen English cane chairs, and an empty book-case: there were no mirrors, nor a single painting. The bedchamber had merely a large mattress spread on the floor, with two stuffed cotton quilts and a pillow—the common bed throughout Greece.

In the sitting-room we observed a marble recess, formerly, the old man told us, filled with books and papers, which were then in a large seaman's chest in the closet: it was open, but we did not think ourselves justified in examining the contents. On the tablet of the recess lay Voltaire's, Shakspeare's, Boileau's, and Rousseau's works complete; Volney's Ruins of Empires; Zimmerman, in the German language; Klopstock's Messiah; Kotzebue's novels; Schiller's play of the Robbers; Milton's Paradise Lost, an Italian edition, printed at Parma in 1810; several small pamphlets from the Greek press at Constantinople, much torn, but no English book of any description. Most of these books were filled with marginal notes, written with a pencil, in Italian and Latin. The Messiah was literally scribbled all over, and marked with slips of paper, on which also were remarks.

The old man said: "The lord had been reading these books the evening before he sailed, and forgot to place them with the others; but," said he, "there they must lie until his return; for he is so particular, that were I to move one thing without orders, he would frown upon me for a week together; he is otherways very good. I once did him a service; and I have the produce of this farm for the trouble of taking care of it, except twenty zechines which I pay to an aged Armenian who resides in a small cottage in the wood, and whom the lord brought here from Adrianople; I don't know for what reason."

The appearance of the house externally was pleasing. The portico in front was fifty paces long and fourteen broad, and the fluted marble pillars with black plinths and fret-work cornices, (as it is now customary in Grecian architecture,) were considerably higher than the roof. The roof, surrounded by a light stone balustrade, was covered by a fine Turkey carpet, beneath an awning of strong coarse linen. Most of the house-tops are thus furnished, as upon them the Greeks pass their evenings in smoking, drinking light wines, such as "lachryma christi," eating fruit, and enjoying the evening breeze.

On the left hand as we entered the house, a small streamlet glided away, grapes, oranges and limes were clustering together on its borders, and under the shade of two large myrtle bushes, a marble seat with an ornamental wooden back was placed, on which we were told, the lord passed many of his evenings and nights till twelve o'clock, reading, writing, and talking to himself. "I suppose," said the old man, "praying" for he was very devout, "and always attended our church twice a week, besides Sundays."

The view from this seat was what may be termed "a bird's-eye view." A line of rich vineyards led the eye to Mount Calcla, covered with olive and myrtle trees in bloom, and on the summit of which an ancient Greek temple appeared in majestic decay. A small stream issuing from the ruins descended in broken cascades, until it was lost in the woods near the mountain's base.

The sea smooth as glass, and an horizon unshadowed by a single cloud, terminates the view in front; and a little on the left, through a vista of lofty chesnut and palm-trees, several small islands were distinctly observed, studding the light blue wave with spots of emerald green. I seldom enjoyed a view more than I did this; but our enquiries were fruitless as to the name of the person who had resided in this romantic solitude: none knew his name but Dominick, his banker, who had gone to Candia.

"The Armenian," said our conductor, "could tell, but I am sure he will not,"—"And cannot you tell, old friend?" said I—"If I can," said he, "I dare not."

We had not time to visit the Armenian, but on our return to the town we learnt several particulars of the isolated lord. He had portioned eight young girls when he was last upon the island, and even danced with them at the nuptial feast. He gave a cow to one man, horses to others, and cotton and silk to the girls who live by weaving these articles. He also bought a new boat for a fisherman who had lost his own in a gale, and he often gave Greek Testaments to the poor children. In short, he appeared to us, from all we collected, to have been a very eccentric and benevolent character.

One circumstance we learnt, which our old friend at the cottage thought proper not to disclose. He had a most beautiful daughter, with whom the lord was often seen walking on the sea-shore, and he had bought her a piano-forte, and taught her himself the use of it.

Such was the information with which we departed from the peaceful isle of Mitylene; our imaginations all on the rack, guessing who this rambler in Greece could be.

He had money it was evident: he had philanthropy of disposition, and all those eccentricities which mark peculiar genius.

Arrived at Palermo, all our doubts were dispelled. Falling in company with Mr. FOSTER, the architect, a pupil of WYATT'S, who had been travelling in Egypt and Greece, "The individual," said he, "about whom you are so anxious, is Lord Byron; I met him in my travels on the island of Tenedos, and I also visited him at Mitylene."

We had never then heard of his lordship's fame, as we had been some years from home; but "Childe Harolde" being put into our hands we recognized the recluse of Calcla in every page. Deeply did we regret not having been more curious in our researches at the cottage, but we consoled ourselves with the idea of returning to Mitylene on some future day; but to me that day will never return.

I make this statement, believing it not quite uninteresting, and in justice to his lordship's good name, which has been grossly slandered. He has been described as of an unfeeling disposition, averse to associating with human nature, or contributing in any way to sooth its sorrows, or add to its pleasures. The fact is directly the reverse, as may be plainly gathered from these little anecdotes.

All the finer feelings of the heart, so elegantly depicted in his lordship's poems, seem to have their seat in his bosom. Tenderness, sympathy, and charity appear to guide all his actions: and his courting the repose of solitude is an additional reason for marking him as a being on whose heart Religion hath set her seal, and over whose head Benevolence hath thrown her mantle. No man can read the preceding pleasing "traits" without feeling proud of him as a countryman.

With respect to his loves or pleasures, I do not assume a right to give an opinion. Reports are ever to be received with caution, particularly when directed against man's moral integrity; and he who dares justify himself before that awful tribunal where all must appear, alone may censure the errors of a fellow-mortal. Lord Byron's character is worthy of his genius. To do good in secret, and shun the world's applause, is the surest testimony of a virtuous heart and self-approving conscience.

THE END

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