#so after i moved out i hadn't talked to her

[melminli]

Love To Dream

summary - there was this one girl that thanos really wanted, though, she didn't really want to have anything to do with him. unfortunately, that made him want her even more.

pairing: (thanos) choi su-bong x fem. reader

word count: 1.5k

contains: modern au, mention of drugs, enemies to lovers vibes ig, crack, yearning

a/n: i don't even know what this is tbh but I felt like we all deserved some laughs ;)

Life was good - life was really fucking good, Thanos thought to himself as he winked charmingly at a group of hot girls. They had been looking in his direction for a while now while giggling, clearly interested in him. He continued to watch them as he sipped his drink, the club music pumping through his veins like adrenaline. Thanos's eyes darkened as the girls continued to cast lustful glances in his direction - he knew he could easily get more than one of them into bed tonight and why wouldn't he? It hadn't been long since his last performance on stage, reminding everyone present once again of his legendary status in this club.

However, his attention was focused somewhere entirely else after the most breathtaking person ever decided to walk past him. The pick-up lines he had been thinking of for the group, vanished from his mind after this angel showed up in front of him since the other girls could barely compare. The whole thing looked like something out of a scene from a Kdrama because time seemed to pass in slow motion and your hair was swinging in the air like that of a princess - which would have been the perfect time for some product placement because it just looked so damn soft.

Thanos had his mouth wide open in shock and put a hand over his heart to check if it was still beating while his eyes never left your figure. You - who was leaning prettily against the bar right next to him as you ordered something from the bartender.

“Hey.” he finally recovered from the moment and casually moved towards you. “I'd introduce myself, but I assume you already know me.” he talked to you with his flirty face as soon as you looked up at him.

You smiled shyly. “Yeah, I watched your performance,” you answered him and seemed quite grateful that he was speaking to you right now. “You were pretty good.” you giggled slightly as you complimented him.

“Yeah, that's just how I am.” he sighed as he looked around the room as if it was a burden for him to have to live with all the recognition. His eyes met yours again and he tried to impress you by unpacking a few bars while emphasizing them with the movements of his hands. “Girl, I know you and I are meant to be because after I looked at your pretty face everything stopped being. If only you saw what I can see, you'll understand why I want you so desperately.” he rapped to you, stealing the last line from some One Direction song, but you didn't need to know that.

You shyly put your hands in front of your face to hide your smile. “Oh my god, that was so incredibly sexy, I'm so horny for you right now.” the words came out of your mouth and made Thanos screw up his face weirdly for a second.

Because first of all, those vulgar words didn't match your innocent demeanor in the slightest - and secondly, you said exactly what Thanos had imagined you would say - it was actually a bit creepy since you literally said it word for word. Thanos hardly thought that he could foresee the future all of a sudden or that you could maybe read minds, though he decided to ignore the whole thing as soon as you started touching his chest softly with your hands. He wanted you so bad.

“You don't even know what you're doing to me right now,” he whispered to you while you felt him so sensually and he was about to kiss you, hadn't you stopped his lips with your hand as you laughed into his face. “I think you should wake up now. Otherwise, the pink elephant will keep handing out balloons to people.” You told him, pointing behind him to where the bar was supposed to be.

“Hah?” he asked you confused and turned around while continuing to hold you in his arms, but all he saw were a few dogs breakdancing - and that was nothing out of the ordinary. He continued to look at the scene with a grin, even though some inner voice inside him was stressing out about kissing you immediately as if he was running out of time. He finally turned back to you and was about to continue when he suddenly heard a man speak. “You really should wake up man.” Nam-gyu's voice told him and Thanos only caught himself almost kissing him after he took a closer look. He just pushed him away from him in disgust and then -

Thanos woke up from his sleep, bathed in sweat, when he saw your face in his field of vision. “Finally, you're sleeping like a dead man. There's some guy at the door who wants to talk to you,” you told him as he sat up tiredly while slowly recovering from his strange dream.

That's right. You weren't just some hot girl he met at the club, you were his fucking roommate. Thanos discreetly pushed more blanket over his lap as he tried to shoo you away from his room with a wave of his hand. “Yeah, yeah - I'll be right there, just - give me a moment,” he said without looking you in the face.

You just sighed slightly and complied with his request, though not without letting him know how unhappy you were. “I told you to stop giving our address to these dealers. I don't like it when they show up here,” you grumbled under your breath before dashing out and closing the door behind you.

After that, Thanos let out a very heavy sigh and stroked his face aggressively. “Now she's showing up in my dreams, too? Fucking great.” he grumbled to himself and got up from the bed to put on some decent clothes. His eyes met his own reflection as he pulled a shirt over his head. “Get a grip man, what's wrong with you?” he asked himself as he grimaced in annoyance. “You're Thanos the destroyer, not some kind of -”

“Stop taking so long and come here already!” your voice suddenly shouted, coming through his door slightly muffled.

He looked even more annoyed at that and made his way to the living room while shouting back at you. “I'm fucking on it, alright!” and it only took a few loud steps from him to your front door for him to yank it open to fix the damn problem. He looked at his friend, completely bothered by his presence. “What do you want?” he asked him and was kinda glad that it at least wasn't Nam-gyu because he just really didn't want to see his face at the moment and probably for a little while.

“Hello, to you, too.” the man in front of him greeted him, already used to his weird mood swings. “I just wanted to do you a favor by bringing you some of the pills you wanted because last time you almost beat me up when I didn't have them with me,” he explained, holding the bag, which Thanos grabbed instantly before inspecting it more closely. “Don't act like you didn't deserve it, I paid you the money in advance, man. Of course, I was angry,” he complained again and would probably have beaten him up for real right now if he had ruined his morning over something completely unnecessary. However, he would still have to make sure that something like this didn't happen again so that you didn't have another reason to kick him out of the apartment.

“You know, maybe this was meant to be. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been greeted by an absolute hottie today,” he said happily as he stood there, still interested. “Is she your cousin or something? Do you want to introduce me to her?” he asked and was quite confident in the way he acted, but Thanos just looked at him emotionlessly for a few seconds until he slammed the door in his face.

"Okay, he's gone now!" he exclaimed, bored, and made his way into the kitchen, where you were sitting with a cup of coffee or something while scrolling on your phone. "Don't open the door for that guy if he shows up again," he said, grabbing a cold Sprite from the fridge. You just looked at him with a displeased look. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'll make sure that he and no one else shows up after today. But, I'm just saying that in case it still somehow happens."

Thanos then opened the can and drank from it while he continued to watch your face from the side. Eventually, he sat down next to you, although, to his dissatisfaction, that didn't seem to get your attention. "Hey, you want to go on a date?" He asked, and you weren't sure how many times he asked you that by now. You kept scrolling on Instagram. "You know my answer to that."

Thanos continued to grin hopefully. "Yes?" he asked and then watched you disappear out of the kitchen with your cup of coffee in your hand - probably to your room. "You should be glad that I'm even asking you! Other girls would die for..." he muffled towards the end before he stopped talking entirely once he realized that you weren't giving him a reaction.

Maybe, I should just go back to sleep, he thought to himself dejectedly, unable to believe that he had actually better chances with you in dreams with pink elephants and breakdancing dogs.

[hcneymooners]

⋆ woman of my dreams, don't betray me.

wife!ambessa x wife!reader. men & minors dni.

synopsis: you and ambessa are wives, and your parents have come to visit the two of you. everything will be fine, or would've been if you mother hadn't brought up her desire for grandchildren.

cw: angst, angst with a happy ending, wife!ambessa, wife!reader, age difference, older woman/younger woman, sfw but suggestive content, emotional hurt/comfort, you're a little bit of a crybaby, anxiety attacks, discussions of children and pregnancy.

notes: i hate this so much, but ce la vie hmm? this is a drabble.

“Sweet girl, don't bite your nails. You'll be so upset later.”

“You'll just give me the money to get them done,” you mutter. 

Still, your hands lower from your mouth to tremble yet again over the dinner you've painstakingly made.

Ambessa moves behind you, her presence steady and warm against your back. Her hands settle on your shoulders, thumbs working small circles into the knots that have been building there all day. You lean into her touch despite yourself, despite the anxiety that makes you want to vibrate out of your skin.

“Will this occur before or after you protest against me giving you too much?”

A laugh slips out of you before you can stop it, and you turn to slide your arms around her neck. You take in the strong line of her jaw, the crooked set of her lips with it’s thin stripe of golden jewlery in the middle. You thumb at it, face flushing slightly as she nips at the tip of your finger.

“My nails have yet to cost five hundred dollars, Bessa.”

“I include the tip.”

“I must be incredibly generous.”

“You are,” she hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Besides, you never think of tax.”

“Tax?” You say in disbelief. “What tax would they be adding that costs that much? Honestly, Bessa.”

“You never know,” she says with a slow smile. “They could swindle you very easily. You have such a trusting nature.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you tell her, cupping her face.

"Talk to me," she says, and her voice carries that gentle authority that first drew you to her. You turn away, your attempts at misleading her thwarted. "Is it your mother again?”

You stiffen under her hands. "Among other things." The roast in front of you blurs slightly. 

You can picture her expression without turning around - that careful neutrality she wears when she's processing something that angers her. It's the same look she gets in meetings when someone has said something particularly stupid.

"And what did you say to her?"

"Nothing. I deleted it. I’ve never been any good at convincing her to leave me alone." You pull away from her hands to adjust a perfectly arranged plate for the third time. "It's easier than explaining. Than having the same argument over and over about how I'll change my mind, how I just haven't met the right person yet." You pause, throat tight. "As if you're not..."

"As if I'm not what?" There's an edge to her voice now, not angry but intent. When you don't answer, she gently turns you to face her. "Look at me, little dove."

You do, though it hurts. She's beautiful in the warm kitchen light, silver hair gleaming, dark eyes fixed on yours with an intensity that still makes your heart skip even after all this time. You see the question in them and can't bear to answer it.

"The table still needs-"

"The table is perfect. You're being avoidant."

A laugh bubbles up, slightly hysterical. "Isn't that what I do best?"

"No." Her hand cups your cheek. You can smell her: blonde wood, vetiver, pink pepper, dry vanilla. "What you do best is love fiercely and completely. And we agreed that that meant being honest with one another.”

She titls your head up, presses a thumb against your pulse. The action makes you almost confess the words that crowd your throat, threatening to spill out:

I'm terrified you'll realize I can't give you the family you deserve. That one day you'll look at me and see all the things I'm not, all the things I can't be. That you'll regret choosing someone so much younger, so much less certain of their place in the world. That my mother is right and I'm being selfish, denying you something fundamental.

But before you can voice any of it, the doorbell rings. Your whole body goes rigid. Your hands come to your sides and you’re back to shaking, neck burning with sudden stress. 

“I’ll get the door,” you say.

Your voice is rasping, as if you’ve swallowed down endless snakes of smoke.

‧₊˚ ⋅  𓐐𓎩 ‧₊˚ ⋅ 

Dinner is excruciating. Your mother talks about your cousin's new baby, about how wonderful motherhood looks on her, about how she's "simply glowing." You push food around your plate and feel Ambessa's concerned glances, even as she masterfully deflects conversation toward politics, toward her work, toward anything else.

But with each deflection, you can feel her growing more tense beside you - the way she sets her wine glass down with just a fraction more force, how her knife scrapes against the china with military precision.

"But really," your mother says, wine glass tilting dangerously in her hand, "I just don't understand why you two haven't started trying yet. Ambessa, dear, you must want more children? And you're not getting any younger-"

The fork clatters from your hand. "Mother."

You can feel your body pulsing with that sick warmth that comes with the rush of tears. You’re boring a hole through the dining room table with your gaze, eyes growing large and wet. If you were a lamb, you’d be bleating except your mother is the wolf so who will be the one to save you? 

Beside you, Ambessa goes perfectly, terrifyingly still. The kind of stillness that precedes a storm, that makes the hair on the back of your neck rise. You can see her hand flat against the table, the metal of her rings catching the light, and you know without looking that her face has taken on that marble-smooth expression that makes junior officers quake in their boots.

"I'm only giving you something to think about, my love. I’ve been you before. You think you have so much time, you know? It’s just—you've always been so good with kids, sweetheart. Remember how you used to babysit for the Hendersons? And Ambessa's children turned out so well-"

"Stop." Your voice comes out strangled. "Please."

Ambessa's hand sneaks under the table to grasp your thigh. The touch is slightly grounding but you can feel the tremor in her fingers - not from fear, but from restraint. You know she wants you to look at her, but then you'll really begin to lose it.

You'll spill over, right into her lap, because she always could unlatch your body in ways you thought were only for other people.

You catch the slight movement of her jaw, the way she swallows whatever cutting remark she wants to make. Because this is your mother, and Ambessa—for all her power, all her authority, because of the love—is letting you handle this your way. But the tension in her body screams of fury, of a woman forced to watch her beloved take wounds she can't deflect.

"I don't see why you're being so sensitive about this. It's a natural progression-"

"Natural?" You're standing now, though you don't remember deciding to. "Natural is me not wanting to vomit every time someone mentions me being pregnant. Natural is not having a panic attack every time you send me another fertility clinic link or baby clothes or-" Your voice breaks. "I can't. I can't do this."

You flee, ignoring your mother's startled "Well!" and your father's awkward attempt to change the subject. You're halfway up the stairs before the tears start properly, and by the time you reach your bedroom, you can barely see. The door locks behind you with a satisfying click.

You stumble to the vanity, clutch blindingly at your hair to yank out the pins. You feel out of control, your hands sliding up your neck and over your face.

A sob slips out despite you clutching your fingers over your mouth, and you press at your stomach until you feel the urge to dispel the mixture of your decayed dinner and acid that sits within it.

The bed. You need to be under the bed. It's childish and ridiculous but it's where you used to hide when things got too much, and right now everything is too much. You curl up in the darkness there, pressed against the wall, and try to remember how to breathe.

Time passes. You hear murmured voices downstairs, the front door opening and closing. Footsteps on the stairs - Ambessa's, you'd know them anywhere.

"Little dove?" A gentle knock. "Let me in?"

"It's unlocked," you manage, voice thick.

The door opens. A pause.

"Are you under the bed?"

"...yeah."

Another pause. Then, to your utter astonishment, you hear grunting and turn to find Ambessa - your tall, dignified, warrior-queen wife - attempting to squeeze herself under the bed frame.

"What are you doing?" you ask, hiccuping between tears and startled laughter.

"Coming to get you," she says, voice strained as she wriggles forward. "Though I'm beginning to think this bed was not built for someone of my size."

"You're going to get stuck."

"Then we'll be stuck together." She finally manages to get next to you, though she has to lie completely flat to fit. "Hello, sweet girl."

A rush of gratitude floods you and you press forward, drawing her into a soft kiss. She deepens it, sliding a large hand underneath your thigh and holding you to her. You part with a soft, slick noise. 

“You’re always meeting me where I am, even when you don’t understand,” you tell her. “Literally.” 

You gesture weakly at the whole predicament. The absurdity of it - Ambessa Medarda, covered in dust bunnies, cramped under a bed - breaks something in you. 

"I have this terrible secret inside me, and it’s that I feel so—so sick when I think about being a mother," you blurt out. The words slide out of you, like maggots from a rotting body. "Not—not your children, I love them, but being one myself. Having them. I can't. I won't. And I know you must want- but I can't, I just can't, please don't leave me.” You begin to sob again. “Please, Bessa. Please don’t leave me. Please. Plea-”

"Shh." She pulls you closer, awkward in the confined space but no less tender for it. You tuck your head into her neck as she soothes you. "Shh, my love. I'm not going anywhere."

"But-"

"I have two children," she says firmly. "Two wonderful, grown children who I love dearly. I have never once thought about having more. What I want - all I want - is you. Happy. Whole. Exactly as you are."

You're crying again, but differently now. "Really?"

"Really." She strokes your hair, rocking you as best she can in the tight space. "Though I would very much like to have this conversation somewhere with fewer dust bunnies."

You laugh wetly into her shirt. "Sorry."

"Don't be. I would crawl under a thousand beds for you. Even into a grave." She kisses your forehead. "But perhaps we could move on top of this one? My back is not what it used to be."

"You’re really not getting any younger," you quip, the onslaught of relief making you giddy.

"Watch it, little dove." But she's smiling - you can hear it in her voice. "Now come out before we really do get stuck."

“What if we stayed here forever,” you whisper, “and you never let me go?”

She releases you, then shimmies out from the crawl space. Gently, she curls a hand around your ankle and pulls you out with a sharp yank. You gasp as you emerge from your hiding space, hair spilling around you and your dress rucked up just enough to display your panties.

Ambessa leans over, drags the dress further up until she can kiss the swell of your breasts. She looks up you, face ever-calculating.

“I will never release you,” she finally says. 

It should scare you, the clear promise, but it doesn’t. You lead her hand to your throat, just to hold it there, and smile instead.

© hcneymooners.

[russo-woso]

I'm watching Keeping Up With The Kardashians and I'm slightly obsessed with the idea of Leah being with someone from that family who is so different from her family in the sense that she doesn't get involved in many arguments on the show, she's of course rich rich but doesn't spend all her money on designer things and donates to organisations and such which is how Leah met her through an event or something

So can I request where the team/Leah's friends meet R and are just like 'Now how tf have you come back from an event in America with a freaking KARDASHIAN as your girlfriend?!' 😂😂

You’re dating a Jenner? || Leah Williamson x KarJenner!reader

Masterlist

Summary You and Leah finally announced your relationship to Leah’s teammates

You weren't like your sisters, you never were.

Despite the similarity in wealth, you never spent it on designer clothes or Botox or multi million dollar houses like your sisters - instead spending it on charity and the less fortunate.

That was just one of the reasons you weren't similar, another obvious different being that you were into women, not men.

Although there were many differences, your profile was still just as high.

Invitations to many many red carpets still in your life.

You normally said no to quite a few of them - normally the big ones - but when one in England came through you decided to accept the invitation. You don't know why but you just had a good feeling about it.

You'd travelled to England the day before the event, your body full of nerves at the thought of the red carpet.

Despite growing up with fame, you still grew nervous at the thought of paparazzi.

Unbeknownst to you, there was a person that you met during the event that took your nerves away completely, that person being Leah Williamson.

You and Leah hit it off immediately and let's just say... you didn't end up in your hotel room that night.

The two of kept in contact, FaceTiming most nights.

Leah then made a visit out to America to see you and on the final night, she asked you to be her girlfriend.

You'd said yes of course.

That was six months ago now and since then, you'd told your family and close friends but there was one group of people you hadn't told yet - Leah's teammates.

Due to your fame, you both didn't know how her teammates were going to take it.

But as you and Leah were finalising you moving in with her, you figured you'd have to tell them sooner or later.

Which led Leah to organising team bonding night at her house.

The team were aware Leah had a girlfriend but they had no idea it was you.

When Leah told them team bonding was round hers, she also mentioned they'd be meeting her secret girlfriend for the first time.

That really seemed to get them excited, most of them eager to see who you were.

"You watch, it's going to be someone we know." Beth said to Steph as they pulled up on the driveway.

"Or someone famous. She's gonna be from the Kardashian's or another famous family." Steph added

"The Kardashian's? No Kardashian or Jenner would get with Leah." Beth joked. If only she knew.

A few other girls pulled up shortly after and soon enough the whole squad was on the doorstep waiting to be welcomed in.

"Do we even know how they met?" Kyra questioned, clearly talking about you and Leah.

"Apparently at some event."

"So she's also famous then." Vic pointed out, the team humming at the realisation.

The door opened and revealed Leah, she welcomed them in, all the girls trying not to make it obvious that they were looking around for another person in the house.

"She's upstairs getting ready, she won't be long." Leah told them, clearly knowing they were looking for you.

Everyone got settled when they heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Hi everyone." You said with a big smile, waving politely as their jaws dropped.

"Oh my god..." Alessia whispered

"Hiya, pretty girl." Leah said, bringing you onto her lap as she wrapped her arms around your waist.

"You're..."

"Y/N, nice to meet you all."

"They know who you are, baby." Leah laughed, watching her teammates reactions.

"I called it. I said it was a Kardashian or Jenner." Steph exclaimed. "And here's Beth saying Leah couldn't pull one."

"Hey!" Leah frowned at Beth, offended at her past words.

"I didn't know you actually could." Beth said, putting her hands up in defense. “Like how do you go to an event and end up coming back with a Karjenner?”

“Well…” Leah began, smirking at you, obviously remembering the night the two of you shared when you first met.

“Actually no! Don’t share!” Beth immediately shouted. “We don’t want to hear.”

“Is this a joke? Y/N it’s okay if you need some help. Leah’s got you held hostage doesn’t she? I’ll ring the police if you need me to.” Alessia told you, clearly not believing that one of her best friends was dating you.

“You don’t need to ring the police.” You smiled, resting your hand on Leah’s chest as you looked lovingly up at her. “We have to hide from le first and then ring the police.”

“Why are you targeting me too?” Leah gasped, gently hitting your arm as you smiled at her.

“You’re different from your sisters.” Kyra pointed out, you nodding and giving her a smile.

“I love them, don’t get me wrong, but money doesn’t interest me. I have a lot of it but I don’t need it. I’ve got all I need right here with me.” You told her, kissing Leah’s cheek.

Most of the girls awed at your response but there was one girl who still sat with her jaw wide open - Alessia.

“Are we still all aware Y/N Jenner is sat in the room with us?”

[sleepymothafterhours]

Rough day made rougher

Inspired by @indiewritesxoxo! (hi this is my side blog!) I love her cyberbully!sukuna series so much and i think everyone should go read all her works right now(that is your homework)

Divider Credits: @cafekitsune

Synopsis: After a rough day at work you just wanna wind down by playing your favorite game with your favorite guy, but hwat happens when he gets a little too mean and drives you over the edge :(

Warnings: mean Kuna, Bully!Sukuna, lmk if theres anything else

Word Count: 1080 Full fic under the cut, check sleepy moths after thoughts at the end for more <3

Thirty more minutes. That's what you kept telling yourself at least. Thirty more minutes and you could get in your car and speed home, get in your pajamas(and away from this cold, wet, and stupid drive thru window). you could make hot chocolate and sit at your desk and play your game to get your mind off it.

Though playing alone is never that much fun, you wonder if Sukuna will log on tonight when he always does. After months of him helping you learn the mechanics, you could finally get through a match without him raging(very much) at you.

Your thirty years minutes of torture ended with a screaming customer, you biting back a few tears and your boss telling you could leave. You grabbed your bag leaving with a quick "Bye!" not saying much else as you walked out to your car. On your phone were a few messages, none really that important until you got to a text from Sukuna asking if you were gonna be on tonight.

The drive home was loud, your playlist from work screaming in your ears but it was nice. And as you finally pulled into your driveway you sat for a moment to collect yourself before going inside and getting ready for sleep. Your cat was in your business like she always was whenever you got home from work, but in the end after a few pats and holding her for a few minutes she let you go free. Comfy in your pajamas you could finally sit down to play, in your haze getting home you had neglected to text him back and when you got on found an invite sitting in your games almost immediately. "Eager much?" You teased when you joined, it was just you, you adjusted his volume so that you could hear him just fine when he spoke, but so he wouldn't blow your eardrums out whenever he inevitably raged at the game. You'd come to enjoy the little ritual you had, so it did sting a little whenever Sukuna responded with a sharp, "Please. Figured you'd need my help again. As usual."

You gave him a witty, "What was that about needing your help?" When you got the first few kills in your first match.

"Yeah yeah your okay. You're welcome." He grumbled into his headset. It was almost enough to get your mind off of what a shit day you had at work, at least now you could do something right. Round after round you seemed to just get worse. Just an off day you could've guessed but Sukuna's constant teasing and yelling was starting to get you. "DUDE. Fucking seriously what is this guy doing." His yelling made you flinch and you realized he was talking about you but hadn't realized it was you. "Jesus fuck dude needs to uninstall." He grumbled. "Sukuna." you snipped as your character got hit. "That was me." You said a little hurt edging into your tone. He gave you a shit excuse and moved on. Once the match ended you couldn't help how you were feeling.

"Sorry you're bad tonight." He said before the next match started.

"Jesus asshole. I know I'm the fuckin' worst. " Thoughts of work flooded your mind, and you just wanted to curl up in bed and forget it. Alt-f4. Without thinking you left the game, you'd get penalized for going afk mid round but you just couldn't handle him tonight. your phone buzzed almost immediately, bombarded by texts from him.

Kuna 💖👹: Dude? Where tf r u?

You: WiFi shut out. Prob wont get back on 2nite, its been shit lately.

Kuna💖👹: Great maybe you'll quit fuckin up my rr.

You put your phone on do not disturb right after that, your computer was on, the mouse hovering right over the delete button. You thought it was stupid to delete a game over some guy. You went to sleep shortly after logging off. You ignored Sukuna for days after that, he hardly reached out really unless it was to see if you'd be on tonight, you gave him a shit excuse every time, "working", "busy", "Don't feel good." the last one wasn't necessarily a lie, you had caught the stomach flu in your two months of silence, and you had been working a lot but not enough for this much silence. After awhile he'd started checking up on you a lot more, asking if you felt better before asking if you were down to game. You kept telling him no until he called you on the way home from work one day.

"Why haven't you been playing?" He growled into the phone. "I've been busy. Don't you have someone better to be playing with?" You said, "Dude I'm driving call me back."

"Promise you're getting on tonight." He said

"Unlike you I have a life outside this game which means homework. I can't play."

"Come on! I'm sorry okay! Whatever you're mad about 'm sorry." He said, his tone changing from that harsh one he normally used to something softer, maybe he had missed you.

"You get 30 minutes." You said before hanging up.

You gave him his 30 and he was almost pleasant, he was definitely containing himself but he was pleasant. You stayed in the call when the thirty was up, your body on autopilot after another long day.

"I am sorry ya know." He said, cutting you off after a moment.

"What?" You asked,

"What I said was mean. I might have missed playing with you. You're the only one who actually matches me." You chuckled.

"Well I had a good teacher." You said softly as you adjusted your headphones. "I should go do homework. I'll be on tomorrow 'kay?"

"Does that mean I'm forgiven." He said

You were quiet for moment, so quiet he almost thought you had left already.

"Buy the new skin bundle for me and I'll consider forgiving you." You said, it was a long shot and you fully expected him to say not before the exact amount of credits you needed was being gifted to you by one "Kingofcurses". "Holy shit. Can I have this new vandal skin to-"

"Okay brat don't fucking push it." He said hanging up on you before you could ask for anything else.

Your phone dinged as you started working.

Kuna💖👹: for the record I had that leftover and didn't want the bundle.

You: Yeah yeah love you too Kuna

Sleepy Moths After thoughts: GAWD I LOVE CYBER BULLY SUKUNA ‼️‼️‼️

ALL MY HOMIES LOVE THE CYBER BULLY SUKUNA SERIES

Go give @indiewritesxoxo some love her series is to die for 💋🫶🏻

uhhhhh Idk what else I just had a lot of fun writing this out

also in my head they played Valorant (cus im a loser) together but I tried to keep it obscure enough so you can all imagine what game they're planning yourselves

night!

-Sleepy Moth

Pretty Please don't repost anywhere else <3

[heeheesang]

── .✦ what if we never dated..? — i should've been with you.

really really long written chapter , short smau below ! warnings : angst !! i cried writing this.

AFTER THE FIGHT WE HAD , WE NEVER HAD THE GUTS TO EVER FACE EACH OTHER . EVERYTIME WE MADE EYE CONTACT , WE WOULD IGNORE EACH OTHER AND FACE AWAY .

if only i had the guts to apologise for shouting at you... if only chaer didn't get in the way of everything. but thanks to taesan, we did manage to talk it out, even tho it was super awkward. i did feel like jumping into your arms but, i stopped myself.

it's been a week since the trip and we hadn't contacted at all... yunah and eunseok were happily together, same with shotaro and moka.

"since when were you and gunwook close again..?" you pulled me by my arm as i looked behind. the urge i had to hug you tightly and wish it was all dream...

"he... apologised to me. and now we're talking as friends." i smiled awkwardly as he flashed gunwook one kind of a look. we were about to leave when he pulled my arm again.

"wait, yn... i have to tell you something." i crossed my arms, "what is it, leehan?"

"i'm moving to america." if only you knew how much you made me cry at home with that sentence alone. but the only thing i could do at the point was smile and wish you all the best.

i could barely sleep for nights, eventually had to call taesan and anton over with the girls for a sleepover. gunwook joined too, and that's when i realised why we weren't made for each other.

GUNWOOK : yeah lol she thinks i still like her, do i get my $1000 now?

CHAER : ugh just keep her distracted. leehan and i got his parents approval for an arranged marriage.

GUNWOOK : you better do this quick, it's bad enough i'm hurting her but she can't make a man happy at all.

i broke down into tears, screenshotting the chat and sending it to myself before waking gunwook up. oh, if only you could hear how upset i was.

i can't blame gunwook and i can't blame you neither can i blame chaer... it's all my fault in the end.

once it was morning, gunwook ran out of the house before any of the girls or guys woke up. i spent the whole day crying, arranged marriage? so he's... really taken now.

YN : sent a screenshot

LEEHAN : ☺️ now you know pretty.

LEEHAN : i'm sorry it had to be this way... i just never liked you at all yn, i was always waiting for chaer get out of a relationship and you just so reminded me of her lol

YN : huh... so you never liked me..?

LEEHAN : read up hm? you have a pretty smart brain, put two and two together :)

YN : fuck you kim donghyun.

you blocked this contact.

oh. that felt like a hard pang in the heart... i couldn't tell any of them about this, all of them were close to leehan. they even wished for him to come back as soon as possible... i would just be ruining my own friendship.

"you look disturbed these days. what's up, angel?" taesan asked as he leaned against my locker, eyes glued to his screen as his fingers moved rapidly.

"i'm just... tired really..! rumors here and there... head girl council things." i lied, well kinda.

"i'm not dumb, angel. i can see right through you. what's wrong?" taesan asked again as he turned off his phone and placed it in his pocket.

"i forgot that you're literal leehan 2.0. i'll be fine, don't worry. let's go to class?" i joked as he nodded, wrapping his arm around my shoulder as we walked to class.

oh yeah, taesan was always there for me. i always felt bad for him because i didn't even realise how much he liked me until the argument between leehan and i happened.

i had to find it out through yunah as well... she was taesan's wingwoman. i was always thankful for taesan but now that i knew his intentions behind his acts of kindness, i adored him.

he never gave up even tho i longed for leehan. that enough showed me how much he really likes me. he always helped me in classes, he talks with me about our problems.

"so what i'm hearing is.. leehan was playing with you?" taesan asked as i nodded slowly, tears running down my cheeks as he gave me tissues and tissues.

"what a bitch..." taesan cursed as a joke and i giggled, hitting his shoulder lightly.

"and gunwook.. was in it with chaer too. but i realised they didn't even have to plan anything because... leehan was already in love with chaer." i continued and eventually cried out loud.

taesan panicked and immediately rushed to my side on the bed, hugging my tightly as i cried on his leather jacket.

"that's what's been bothering me lately... i'm so... scared of love now." i hugged him tightly as he rubbed my back, "hey hey..." he said as he pulled away from the hug, holding me by my shoulders.

"that's part of love life, angel. you meet people who play with your feelings, people who love you as much as you love them, and just pure assholes. there are much more important things in life hm, angel? like that graduation and prom ceremony. i'll help you plan it out." taesan comforted as he wiped my tears away only for me to cry even more.

"now i've ruined your leather jacket...!" i cried out as he chuckled, "it's okay, it's okay..."

with the few days, taesan helped me cope very well surprisingly. he gave me new hobbies to try out, he brought me out on little dates, he even introduced me to his other friends and family members.

but despite all that, my schedule was still very packed with plannings. soon, prom was coming up and i had moka to run the confessions corner account once again.

"hey, angel. dinner at my mom's today?" taesan asked as i pouted, "i'm afraid not sanie... i have to complete my—"

"—your layout for prom? finished. your seating layouts? done. so! can we?" he asked with a tiny pout and a glint of happiness in his eyes.

i pinched his cheeks before giggling, "of course you big baby."

everytime we had dinner at taesan's, his parents would pamper. his father always went on work trips outside of korea and would always bring me souvenirs, big or small, it didn't matter to him.

his mother would always cook my favourite meals and make sure i eat alot. his siblings would always compliment me and make me play games with them on their playstation.

"ah eomma! you've embarrassed me enough..." taesan whined and covered his face as his parents chuckled, "your girlfriend— future girlfriend deserves to know all this!"

without a doubt, it was always fun at taesan's. his family members love me, and my family members love him. they treat him as their own child, always talking about marriage when he was over.

"thanks for tonight, sanie."

"no problem, angel. see you at prom tomorrow, i'll pick you up at six hm?" i nodded as he placed a short kiss on my forehead, making sure i got in the house before driving off.

prom! the one night where everyone could enjoy having their final days in highschool. i sighed as i opened my closet, looking through it to find my prom dress i had prepared.

that's until i found a mini box at the side of my closet, TO JUNG YN, FROM KIM LEEHAN. huh? when did this get here?

i took the box and sat down on my bed, opening it to find a corsage. a pink colour corsage.

TO JUNG YN ,

you probably would've expected the outcome of us... so i won't be there for prom but i want you to have the best night ever. i know taesan likes you... and he deserves you.

i wish you and taesan all the best. i'll forever love you jung yn. a pink corsage, a matching one with taesan.

thank you for your time the whole 3 years jung yn. :) goodbye forever.

i tried my best not to break down in tears, because i will not be redoing my makeup ever again. soon i received a text from taesan if i received a corsage from leehan and i replied him quickly because his next message was 'i'll be there in thirty'.

this is for you leehan taesan, i pick you. while changing i realised that you've never reminded me of leehan, you were yourself and that's what i love.

thank you taesan, for showing me what perseverance is.

"are you enjoying the party, girl??" yunah asked as moka danced alongside me. i pressed my lips into a thin line, shrugging as i gulped down another cup of fruit punch.

taesan and i arrived together but he was currently with his friends dancing in the middle. taesan and his friends have always been the popular group in school. they were all flirters especially jaehyun. he tried asking me for my number once with his so called, 'rizz' but thank god taesan stepped in.

taesan was never a flirter. he was more determined to get the girl he likes and never let her get out of sight.

"you're daydreaming again... please don't say it's about leehan..." moka whined as they took a seat beside me, leaving me in between them both.

"leehan isn't here anymore... yn. you know that." yunah reminded me as i nodded slowly.

"no, oh my god no! i was just thinking about taesan... like he's determined to get me... and i adore that." i explained as they 'ooh' at my response.

"can we get miss jung yn, head girl of 2024, on stage. calling for jung yn." the principal voiced out on stage as everyone turned to look for me, "i better get on stage first. first row, girls?" we giggled as they followed me and sat down first row with taesan and his friends.

i tapped on the mic, "hello... um wow this is new. a lot of you here..." i nervously spoke as everyone laughed and applauded for me to boost my confidence.

i looked down to my friends all holding a thumbs up sign, then made eye contact with taesan. i smiled as he mouthed, "you can do it, angel."

i let ou a small sigh of relief before continuing, "as head girl of batch 24', i've learnt a thing or two. holding onto the past won't do you any good in the future because you'll dwell on your past mistakes and be afraid to make new choices in life."

"secondly, i learnt that it's better to keep your circle small. the bigger the circle, the bigger problems. that doesn't mean that smaller circles have smaller problems, but it's unlikely to have any fueds or such."

"i would like to thank everyone... for being so supportive of me being head girl. i've enjoyed my time creating activities, spending time with my fellow students and just making the best out of everything."

"i would also like to... um... apologise. if i have ever made you upset, if i have ever made you angry. please forgive me if i have ever done anything to made you hurt." i bowed down to the crowd as they all retaliated, saying i didn't do anything wrong.

i giggled into the microphone, "lastly... the school and i have organised this event so that we could have our last moments together with friends and people we love. so please — take the dance floor, enjoy the buffet, do everything with your friends and loved ones. i think that's all from me... thank you, once again." i bowed to the crowd as everyone dispersed.

walking down from the stage, taesan appeared with a smile and a hand. "good job, angel." i chuckled and took his hand, hugging him as i finally reached the bottom.

as soon as i sat back down, the center floor was suddenly emptied out. taesan’s friends, jaehyun sungho, and riwoo all danced in the centre facing me. my eyes widened as i lifted my eyebrows, turning around to see nobody behind me at all.

“oh my darling..” i heard taesan’s voice as he emerged from the three. he sang the song as if his life depended on it, the closer he came to me, the faster the song ended.

“i love you.” my jaw dropped as he passed my a bouquet of flowers.

“will you be my angel?”

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hhs' notes ! ── .✦ whaaat a lengthy chapter !! i'm so sorry if this was a terrible chapter (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) i cried a little writing this hehe ( ˶°ㅁ°) !! but it's finally , the end !! how do we feel ? i originally wanted to make it seem like leehan was gone gone , but i just couldn't do it >ᴗ<

anyway my luvies...! i hope you enjoyed this smau and this final chapter huhu (,,>﹏<,,) i hope it's not too confusing !! i loved making this smau , each and every chapter •⩊• and i would like to thank everyone for liking, loving, and supporting this smau !! i love all of you and i'll see you in my next smau !! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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Fallen Empires - Chapter 9

Pairing: Geta x OFC

Summary: Having done the unthinkable to secure his throne, Emperor Geta rules with ruthlessness and paranoia. Now, after escaping an assassination attempt, a badly injured Geta is saved by Daphne, a young widow, who takes him back to her remote village without knowing his true identity. As Daphne nurses the former emperor back to health, attraction blooms between them, and Geta discovers a soft side he didn't know he possessed. But can their love survive his thirst for revenge and his desire to reclaim power?

Chapter warnings: none

Chapter word count: 3.2k

Prologue + Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60533293/chapters/158509354

Chapter 9

The next morning, Daphne came back from her chores to find Romulus sitting at the table, all dressed up in his old cloak and belt, with his dagger in its sheath dangling from his belt. She looked at him askance, still stung from the previous night. It had started out so well—when she returned from the village, she could tell he'd been waiting for her, and she'd wanted to tease him a little, to see if he had truly missed her. Perhaps she'd gone too far. But then he had made her blood boil, and this time not in a good way. First, he'd had the audacity to order her about in the bedroom—though she didn't particularly object to the act he'd proposed, it was his tone that insulted her. And then, after she'd overlooked that first offense and stirred from her sleep to help him out of his nightmare, he'd kicked her out of the room. Her room! Ingrate fool! She could tolerate some male arrogance, but she had her limit.

"Going somewhere?" she asked coldly.

He avoided her eyes. "Yes. I think it's time I rejoin my legion." His voice was polite but flat.

Daphne's heart stumbled, as if his words had just grazed it like a knife. The day before, down in the village, she'd heard about a big battle going on in the Parthian city of Nisibis, not far from the border. Everybody had been talking about it, saying it would decide the war. She had sat with her mother and Mikkos, praying for Attikos and other men from the village, who were no doubt fighting in it at this very moment. Upon returning to the hut, it had been on the tip of her tongue to tell Romulus about the battle, but she'd stopped herself. She was afraid that if she'd told him, he would've left immediately to join his fellow soldiers. As angry as she was with him, she didn't want him to go. Not yet.

Had he heard something after all? But that was impossible. How could he have, stuck up here with no one for company except the goats? So why did he want to leave? Was it because of what had happened between them? Did he regret sleeping with her? Was he married after all and now regretting his infidelity? Or perhaps he simply didn't want to stay with a woman who had threatened to kill him. She hadn't really meant it, of course she hadn't. It was only because he'd made her so mad... Oh, why had she let her temper get the better of her?

She put the jug of fresh goat's milk down on the table and turned to the larder, bringing out bread and cheese and olive, moving slowly so she would have time to compose herself. "You wish to go to Edessa?" she said.

"Yes."

She didn't want to tell him that the army was no longer in Edessa. "But you're not—"

"I know I'm not well enough!" he snapped, reverting to his old irascible self. Then he took a breath, and continued in the same flat voice as before, like he was trying to distance himself from her. "You mentioned that there's a town a couple of days from here," he said, "where I can get passage to Edessa."

"You mean Adala?"

He nodded. "Adala, yes."

She finished setting out breakfast. "And when do you wish to leave?"

"As soon as I can. I'm well enough for a two days' walk, surely?"

"Yes." She found herself mimicking his tone and grimaced in annoyance.

He got to his feet. "Right. Prepare some food for me then." His old commanding voice was back, and she glared at him. He must have realized how he sounded, for he corrected himself, "I mean, if you could spare some food and point me in the right direction, I'll get out of your hair. I've imposed upon your hospitality for long enough." He'd never spoken to her so courteously, so coldly. She wished he would shout and whine and complain as he had before. It would be a hundred times preferable to this polite stranger.

But there was no point in clinging to him any longer. He was never going to stay. This was bound to happen sooner or later. It would be better if he left now, before she became too used to his presence.

She sighed, thinking of the long summer days ahead, when she would be alone again. Despite the heat, she would sit outside with Midas and the goats, just to feel the presence of some living things other than herself, or go into the garden and put her ears to the beehives, listening to their gentle buzzing, just to hear something other than her own thoughts rattling inside her head. She would miss him, miss this strange, infuriating man...

Then an idea occurred to her.

"Perhaps I should go with you," she said slowly. Her mind was telling her this was not a good idea. Better to cut off the wounded limb and make a clean break, than to draw out the agony. But her heart was saying otherwise. "I have to visit the apothecary in Adala anyway," she explained, "to trade for a few things and restock my shelves."

Romulus looked at her, considering the option. She thought she could see the conflict in her heart reflected in his face, as the desire to spend more time together waged war with the fear of a prolonged goodbye. "Very well," eventually he said, in that same stiffly polite tone. "I would welcome your company."

"Then give me some time to pack," she said, trying not to sound too excited. "And you don't want to travel under this sun. It's better if we leave in the evening. It will be cooler then, and you can stay hidden."

It was clear that he had not thought about the danger of being discovered. He nodded and took off his belt and his cloak.

For the rest of the day, Daphne busied herself going through the various jars and bottles and packets of herbs, taking stock of how much she had, what she could use to barter, what was running low. She had to admit that labeling the jars had been a big help. It helped, too, to have Romulus's assistance as he wrote down her inventory on the wax tablet. For a while, the easy companionship between them felt like the old days again, and Daphne managed not to think too much about the imminent departure. She also remembered to bring Amalthea and her kids to Ione, who was most eager to watch the animals while Daphne was away.

They descended the hill as a waxing moon rose over the rock cliffs. With Midas's bridle in her hand, Daphne led them around the village instead of through it. She knew that on a cool, moonlit night like this, the villagers would be out in droves, sitting on their doorsteps, the women weaving, the men fixing their tools, all sharing drinks and gossip, and this detour was the only way to avoid detection. Once out of the village, they followed the stream as it wound its way through the valley to meet the Balikh. The water was low and sluggish this time of year, but the soft murmur of the current was enough to mask the sound of their footsteps.

"You all right?" she asked Romulus, when they were deep in the valley. "Would you like to ride Midas? Or should we stop for a rest?" She had heard him wheezing behind her for a while, but didn't want to stop before they were far enough from the village.

"I'm fine" was all he said. She looked back at him. His face was gray in the pale light of the moon, his dark eyes were enormous, and he was breathing heavily.

"No, you're not fine," she said, putting Midas to a halt and moving some of the saddlebags of herbs aside. "Get on."

Romulus glanced at the donkey and made a face. "No."

Daphne sighed, exasperated. Such ridiculous creatures, men. "I'm sorry I don't have a war elephant for you," she said. "Get on. I'll not have you collapse on me again."

He looked at Midas once more, before apparently deciding that his comfort was worth more than his dignity, and climbed on the saddle. Daphne suppressed a triumphant grin as she took up the bridle and walked on.

They walked through the night, under the silver moon. After it set, they pushed on for a while longer, until the sky brightened into a pinkish gray and a strip of gold appeared on the eastern horizon. The sun rose rapidly, spreading light and heat across the valley. Eventually, when the heat became too much, Daphne drew them to a stop under a bank of willow trees by the stream and made camp. Romulus looked up and down the bank warily, but after she assured him that they would be perfectly safe, he sat down next to her, with his back against a willow. They ate some of the bread and cheese Daphne had brought along. Then, shielded from the hot sun by the sweeping willow branches above and cooled by the gentle flowing of the stream beside them, they slept.

The sun had dipped behind the hills again, but it was still light, by the time Daphne woke. Romulus was no longer lying near the willow tree across from her, and she bolted up, afraid that he might have slipped away while she slept. But no, he was still there, sitting a little further down the bank. He was trying to shave with his dagger and making a mess of it.

"Need a hand?" Daphne said.

He jumped. "Hades!" he cursed as the dagger clattered to the ground. "Are you trying to kill me?!"

"No, but you may cut your own throat if you try to shave with that meat cleaver." She pulled her own little knife from her belt and sharpened it with a stone from the riverbank, before handing it to him. "Here, try this."

He took the knife from her and tried again. One scrape, and he threw it to the ground as well. "I've never done this before," he said, sounding both frustrated and embarrassed. "There were always barbers..." He glanced at Daphne. "Can you do it?"

Daphne hesitated. "But I've never shaved anyone before," she said. "Well, I did, once. My husband. The morning he left to join the army." It had been the last time she saw him.

Romulus shrugged. "It's not hard. I'm sure you can do a better job than I."

"You trust me?"

She only meant to ask if he trusted her not to make a mess of his face, but a hesitant look came into his eyes, and Daphne remembered that she'd threatened to kill him just the night before. Of course he wouldn't trust her.

She handed him the knife. "It's best that you do it," she said.

The look in his eyes changed inscrutably as he looked from the knife to her and back again. Then, reaching out his hand, he pushed the knife back toward her and raised his chin expectantly.

Crouching down in front of Romulus, Daphne started to scrape the knife across his jaw. A small whimper escaped his throat. She jumped back, holding the knife aloft. "That hurt?"

"It's fine." He cleared his throat. "But usually the barber would put some kind of oil in my beard first, to soften it."

"Why didn't you say so?"

Daphne dug through her supplies and found a jar of almond oil, which she rubbed into his beard. The pulse just below his jaw beat wildly under her hand, and when she happened to lift her eyes to his face, the look he gave her made her own heart thump along with his. How she longed to kiss him there, on his jaw, to feel that pulse and his warm, smooth skin beneath her lips... But he would probably push her away again, and she was not willing to repeat that exercise in humiliation. She put the knife back to his beard. He was right. With the oil, the knife glided over the hair much more smoothly and easily.

"Is that better?" she asked. Romulus nodded once and sat still, as if afraid any movement would cause her hand to slip. "Relax," she said. "I won't nick you. I promise."

"I'd rather you promise not to gut me like a fish," he said.

She glared at him, but his tone was light, and something like a wry smile was lifting the corner of his mouth. She felt her cheeks grow hot. "Don't test me," she warned, trying to put on her sternest face.

His teasing smile grew, and for a moment he looked once more like the man who had taught her to read, the one who had helped her after her father's disastrous visit, the one who had held her hand when she told him about her husband. "I wouldn't dream of it," he said.

His breathing calmed after that, yet her own remained ragged as if she'd just made an uphill climb, and she couldn't help noticing the heat between them. She forced herself to concentrate. Scrape, scrape, scrape. The hair fell away under the blade, slowly. They were breathing the same air, their bodies feeling the same heat, separated only by two thin layers of linen. She wanted to hit him and then kiss him, and then hit him again, for making her feel this way. But she did nothing, only reminding herself that he would soon be gone. Scrape, scrape, scrape.

Once his jaw was clean, Daphne moved on to his mouth, trying not to notice the feel of his lips between her fingers. Then she leaned back to survey her handiwork.

"How do I look?" he asked.

"Very well."

In truth, her shaving was rough, and there were uneven patches here and there along his jaw where she hadn't gotten all the hair. But, freed from his scowl, and with his curls getting longer and falling over his forehead, the face that emerged from under the beard was sweeter, almost boyishly handsome. She cleaned the oil off with the end of her stole and flicked away the little hairs that stuck to his skin, her fingers lingering over his now-smooth cheeks. He tilted his head, pressing his face into her hand, his dark eyes gazing into hers. Daphne's heart jumped. She knew that look. He'd looked at her the same way the other night—had it only been two days ago?

It was on her lips to ask him to stay, to keep this touch, this fire between them just for a little while, just a little longer... Her thumb brushed across his mouth, and he jolted away as if her finger had been a poisoned arrow.

"We best get a move on," he said, getting to his feet.

The plea for him to stay died in her throat. With a sigh, she stood up as well and began packing their things.

They continued in silence, with only the moon as their constant companion. The next day, they left the valley and the stream behind as the path rose toward a plateau. The willows became shrubs, then the shrubs became tuffs of tired brown grass, before getting swallowed up altogether by the tired brown sand of the plateau. Adala lay on that plateau, a handful of mud-brick houses lining narrow, winding streets, all congregating around a small marketplace. Having neither pastures nor arable land, it made its living as a trading post, where merchant caravans stopped for a change of horses before heading to larger towns, and where farmers and shepherds from surrounding villages brought in their goods to barter and exchange. It was the one place Daphne had learned without her grandmother's guidance—the old woman had never left their village and had seen no need for it, but Daphne had understood early on that she could not make a living if she stayed in their village all her life. Besides, she liked the hustle and bustle of the town, though only in small doses.

They pushed on, not stopping to rest, and came into Adala in the early afternoon. Romulus had jumped off Midas's back as soon as the town came into view. Now he stalked next to her, his head low, the hood of his cloak pulled up to cover his face, and his hand gripping the dagger tightly.

"Stop worrying," Daphne said. "No harm will come to you here."

"You can't be sure of that," he mumbled, his eyes darting left and right. It wasn't a market day, so the town wasn't particularly busy, but that only made the two of them stand out more. Eyes were turning their way, with curiosity that would soon turn into suspicion, Daphne knew.

"If you're trying to appear suspicious and draw attention to yourself, then you're doing an excellent job," she said drily.

He straightened up and pushed the hood off, looking slightly abashed. After that, he walked more normally, though he still kept a hand on the hilt of the dagger.

They walked past the marketplace under the shadow of a temple of Zeus and turned into a side street. Unlike the rest of the sleepy town, it was crowded here, as the townspeople flocked to The Lynx's Head for their drinks, snacks, and daily gossip. Part tavern, part inn, part gambling den, it was the true center of Adala, much more than the marketplace and the temple ever were.

Daphne stopped a little further down the lane and nodded at the tavern. "There you are," she said. "Go inside and ask Eukleis at the bar if she knows of anyone going to Edessa. You'll get passage in no time."

Romulus glanced at the crowd gathering outside The Lynx's Head, looking uncertain, but said nothing. He still said nothing when Daphne handed him a little pack containing a change of clothes, a wineskin, some food, and a small vial of poppy juice, in case his wounds still bothered him.

"Well," she concluded. Her voice shook a little, and she cleared her throat, trying to sound cheerful. "I must hurry before the apothecary closes for the day. I guess this is goodbye."

Romulus opened his mouth, but no words came. He kept gazing at her, with a beseeching look in his eyes that she hadn't seen before. She waited. Ten, fifteen, twenty heartbeats passed. He still didn't say anything. His hand moved at his side, but he didn't reach out for her.

"May the gods watch over you on your journey," Daphne said. Then she pulled her stole over her head and led Midas away.

"Daphne?" Romulus called after her.

She spun back so quickly that she hated herself for it. "Yes?" she said, hope flickering painfully in her heart.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "And may the gods watch over you as well," he added, almost as an afterthought.

There was a pang in her chest that might have been heartache, or it might have been mere disappointment. She nodded at him and walked down the street without another look back.

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A hilarious elriel post I came across that I couldn't help but talk about because of the sheer ridiculousness:

The most ridculous ones:

"<insert random headcanon that is generally accepted as fact by GAs who haven't even read the book>"

The Luring theory? Lucien betrayal theory? elucien mate bond fake? ... and some more like dude call is coming from inside the house. And don't you claim casual readers don't ship gwynriel (not true but they think it) so now people who don't even read the books ship them? (its funny seeing them backtrack and go against the things they themselves say)

<"Ugh Elriels are so stupid! The books might literally say XYZ but that is not the case if you consider this <insert out of context scene">

These people are ones who think Az saying that he hadn't planned for Elain beyond sexual fantasies, Elain rejecting Az, Az saying he regretted the kiss, Az saying Elain can't handle the darkness is not the case if they consider this<insert crack out of context scene and theory> like girl the call is coming from inside the house.

<"Well if you think about it, the last 5 books don't matter because SJM changed her mind">

The last 4 books show Az loving and yearning for Mor and they think it doesn't matter, the last book shows Elain rejecting Az and them not even interacting after that and Elain being shown moving on in the epilogue but they don't think it matter again dude the call is coming from inside the house.

<nitpicks at random one word to make a positive thing sound like a bad thing>"

Potatoes? hold tight? (Home girl was kidnapped and the dude told her to hold tight😭😭again dude call is coming from inside the house.

"<randomly mentions Elucien arguments even though nobody mentioned them>"

literally i want to know how this person sees all gwynriel posts and see elucien being mentioned because like Im on the tag and I don't see it.

"Sparky sparky glow glow = mating language"

SJM named a dating app spark and makes other mates feel similar spark. Like we can see how salty you are and it's so hilarious omg I love it😂😂

"Gwyn is shadow mommy"

again them being salty that the shadows know who their parents are😂😂like they are salty that the shadows only dance for Gwyn and Az.

<"Have you read the bonus chapter??"

These guys base the entire trope/setup for the next book on the Bonus chapter and they think we are the ones obsessing over it? its like they know that the BC sinks their ship and again get triggered when someone mentions it.

[frightenedcricket]

Package deal

Noah x oc x Nicky

Summary: Noah, Nicholas and Sam had been friends for so long. They were so close that sometimes it was difficult to tell when one ended and the other started.

Warnings: +18. Smut. PinV sex, masturbation (m/f receiving) mmf, male on male (little kisses only). If I miss something, tell me. Written on my phone and not edited.

Disclaimer: this is a piece of fiction written about real life fiction.

Her head on Noah's lap, Noah resting on Nicky's chest, her legs on Nicky's lap.

Sam, Noah and Nicholas were a mess. A tangled mess. So tight. Almost a knot. They were flesh and bone.

"I'll make it. And I'll write songs about you two" She said with dreamy eyes.

There was a dream. There was a thing the three of them loved. It was music.

"You will write them with me" Noah let his long fingers over her hair and she smiled. "Us"

Nicholas chuckled.

"Not possible"

Her poster claded walls were a sign of the direction she would take. Björk was ver inspiration. Then others came. Mitski was her next obsession. Fever ray.

By then, they were just teens. Three friends that met at young age but with so much on their backs to carry alone. Noah kept moving between places, sometimes he was at Nicky's, sometimes he wasn't.

Sam didn't move out until she was 18, but her safe place was also the Ruffilo's. Nicholas mum was always ready to jump into the car and drive to hers. She - as Nicholas said - was a menace, ready to fight Sammy's parents. They weren't bad parents - or that's what Sammy wanted to believe - but they wanted their daughter to have a 'good life'. Her mum was an odontologist and her dad a lawyer. How could she be a musician? An eccentricity one!

Nicholas was the glue and shoulder to cry, but also the oldest and most experienced one. Unknowingly, he dragged Noah and Sam to situations they were maybe to young to live. But he was there with them. He was there when they got drunk the first time and even stop drinking himself to take care of them.

"But we can make a collab"

"Okay, I'm in"

Nicky was Sam's first time and Sam was Noah's. That's when it started. Their mess wasn't complicated.

Sam had other friends with easy lives. Their rich parents just gave them anything they asked for. A horse, a new car, the new and trending shade palette, a new boyfriend, the prestigious college, a house by the beach... They moved fast, they went trend after trend and then they reached the age when you have to have sex. But Sam didn't have a boyfriend like they did. She didn't like the rich boys in her school. She didn't feel attracted to any single one and the last thing she wanted was to have her first time with one of them. So... Who did she have? Noah was a stupid kid. She loved him. But fuck... He was in that age in which a single millimeter of skin made him hard. He was a horny kid who hadn't had sex either. Then? Nicholas. He was more grown up. He had pierced his nose and was stretching his ears. He was a cool kid - not really - and had dated a girl for a year or so. And Sammy knew he had sex. Nicholas was their source of information but also a guy, so they usually talked about sex and both - Noah and him - were well informed of what girls - Sammy - liked or fantasized with.

Nicholas was gentle. So gentle. Fuck, she almost cried. Just as Noah and Nicky, she was a really introverted and shy girl. The sole thought of being bare in front of him was overwhelming. But he did it so good. He was a good kisser - he was only the second guy she kissed and he was definitely not 13 and inexperienced like her first some years ago. He was also slow. Sam felt like he was fully making love to her. Even if it hurt a bit. Nicholas came first but she didn't expect much either. What surprised her was how he sat back on his heels after recovering a bit and asked her to show him.

"Show you what?"

"You told me how to finger a girl, Sammy. Show me, tell me how to finger you"

She almost combust.

Sammy was proud of her first time. She didn't have a horrible experience like other girls. She had a good first time - could be better, honestly - with her best friend Nicky who was casually really handsome too - if she knew then how much better he would get to look...

With Noah it was a bit different. He wanted to fit, to be cool. He had surrounded himself by older people and wanted to keep up.

Sammy had changed. Having her first time with Nicky wasn't the breaking point, it was only a coincidence. She was 17, she wanted to do her own things. She wanted to study music and produce her own. Her parents were against it, pushing and talking to people so she could get in any boring degree they wanted her too. Their already rebellious daughter, was finally over that shit. She said no, she stopped hiding and lying. Where are you going? To a party. To a gig. Noah plays tonight. Out. None of your business. She stopped changing into the more appropriate clothes her parents wanted to wear right before walking in the house. She finally stopped showing herself how she wanted to and started doing whatever the fuck she pleased. She had to spend a few nights at the Ruffilo's, to be honest. But she was happier. Angrier and happier. She was wilder now. People came and go, she didn't have a single relationship, but suddenly she wasn't the inexperienced girl Nicky slept with.

"Nah..."

"Why?" She groaned.

"She is older than me"

"And into you"

"She is not"

"She wants to fuck you. And you want to fuck her"

Noah blushed and tried to hide behind his hair - luckily he was going through his emo phase.

"Noah, you are a handsome guy. What is the problem?"

"She dated Rob"

Sammy sighed. Rob was even older than Mary.

"And I'm a fucking virgin"

"Virginity is a social construct"

"You begged Nicky to take yours"

"He didn't take anything from me. And I didn't beg. I wanted to have my first time and he fucked me" She simply explained.

Noah groaned. "I'm gonna be 40 and a virgin"

Sammy sighed exasperated. "No, you won't"

"C'mon... Look at how it is going"

Sammy cupped his cheeks and pecked his lips. "Tomorrow night I'll pick you from your shift and we can go somewhere quiet. And I'll. Be your first"

Noah almost fainted.

"Okay"

"Where is the but, you look like there is a but"

"Can you teach me something?"

"Maybe?"

"Boobs"

"Do you want to see my boobs?"

"No, idiot. I want you to teach me how to... You now"

"What?"

"I'mreallyintoboobsandIwanttoknowhowtosuckthem"

Sammy laughed loudly, but he definitely learnt how to do that. Noah was clumsy, awkward and nervous. But he wanted to take the lead. What was the use if he sat on the backseat and let her do anything? With everything Nicholas had told them and everything Sammy asked for, Noah created a mental list. He finished almost too quickly. She looked so beautiful and he swore he could spend hours worshiping her chest. But he did good. Sammy had fun.

It didn't stopped there. Noah dated his girl for a while. And in the meanwhile, Nicky and Sammy were single and bored without the third dork. Movie nights sometimes ended with them sweaty and naked. And they were fine with it.

"It's nice, right?"

"It is"

Nicholas hair was growing back after he buzzed his whole head and he didn't have to hid it under his beanies all the time. Sammy loved to play with it so much and Nicholas loved the post-sex scratches.

"Do you think he ever gets jealous?" She muttered.

"We are the same, Sammy. It's you and me and Noah. He has his girlfriend and the band"

"Yeah, but I don't think they are so nice to him"

Nicholas bit his lip and looked up at her. She had a tattoo on her shoulder he had made. One of his first. He was still an apprentice. She had grown so much and was so beautiful.

"Do you miss him?"

Sam sighed. "I like when it's the three of us" She muttered.

Nicky moved the hair out of her face.

"It will always be the three of us. But we won't always be together, Sammy"

She closed her eyes and cuddled into him. How could she not be with them? Where else could she be?

That day Noah came back crying. She had broken un with him - for the second time this month - right before the rehearsal and he had fucked up almost every song. He hand an anxiety attack and both of his best friend had to collaborate to calm him down. Now he laid on her chest, right on the same place Nicky did not long ago. Nicholas sat on his other side with one arm comfortably laying around him.

"I'm fucked up" Noah cried and cried on her chest while Nicholas hugged him tighter.

It wasn't the first time they slept there. Nicholas bed was so damn small for only the two of them, but they could always make space por her.

The next morning, Nicholas left for work and Sam and Noah made love really slowly. They were almost fully clothed but his hands knew exactly were to go. It was different from any Noah had ever have. But it was just like the sex Nicky and Sammy had all the time.

The tangle got messier that day. Noah turned his whole life upside down. After a big fight with his ex girlfriend, he cut it off completely. Then it was the band. Those fuckers were messing with him and his head real bad. When he told Nicky he would start his own, Nicky smiled so big. Then the question came and Nicky hugged him so tight. It was the beginning of Bad Omens. Sam was there looking and never missed the way they touched eachother.

Sammy took the opportunity and started to make her own music. Finally, she felt complete. Those songs written and hidden in drawers, and then boxes once she left, finally saw the light with her friends help.

And in the meanwhile...

"Does he feel this good? He does, right? "

"Does he treat you nicely? I'm sure he does"

"You like when he eats you out like this, right? He told me"

"Oh fuck, do you get this wet with him too? I bet you do"

"Do you like when I fuck you like this? Nicholas says you do..."

"Are you always this needy for Noah too?"

It was... It drove her insane... When she was with Nicholas, he talked about Noah. When she was with Noah, he talked about Nicholas. And her fantasies never stopped growing. She was hungry. Sammy loved her boys. She needed them. Her songs were misterious and so well written. But they had owners. Her heart was full, they both had a place on it.

They never talked about it. Like a proper conversation, but everything was surprisingmy smooth. No jealousy, no strange feelings. Partners came and left. Sometimes it all came to halt when started dating someone. Sometimes it was just Nicky and her. Or Noah and her. But they always found eachother.

The others came and never said anything. It was obvious that something happened, and that the trio were impossibly close. But it was all really strange from outside.

"Are they like... All dating?" Nick Folio asked when he had only been around for a month or so.

Vince laughed and looked briefly. Sammy was sitting on Noah's lap while braiding Nicholas hair. It had an awkward length and looked funny, he always had it hidden.

"No, they are not"

"Really?"

Folio frowned. "Aren't they like having sex all the time?"

"Yeah, but it's not like the three of them are involved"

"They are weird"

Vince shrugged his shoulders. "They have been friends for so long and gone through a lot. They are that close"

But then came the call. Just when Bad Omens were having their first good gigs, Sammy received a call.

"R-really?"

"Yes, Sam. We listened to the demos and they are really good"

Nicholas and Noah shared a look.

"We want to sign you. Two albums"

Once she ended the call, the two boys looked at her expectating.

"They want me. I'm going to sign for two albums."

But the hardest thing was the goodbye. She moved to Nashville and never felt more alone. Just when her best friends were starting their first real tour, one they always promised her, she stepped for the first time on a real studio.

And then the madness came. For years, they barely saw eachother. It was hard, but they were always connected. She toured with some of her idiols and could see the guys when she opened for Spiritbox. As Sam got bigger in her world, Bad Omens did too in their own and suddenly they were fucking big. And one night, when Noah was writing alone in his bedroom, he remembered that afternoon. He was 15 and Sammy was laying on his lap while he rested against Nicky.

"Hey, I know it's late in there... But... I have some ideas and mind and... We can make a collab"

I'm in.

The collab came, the music video came, she was invited and some shows... But life was different. Sammy was dating a producer. Noah was starting to see some girl and Nicholas had a girlfriend too. Still, whenever they were around, there was no one else.

"Is he okay?"

"Sleeping now" Nicholas muttered. "Do you remember that day... I think it was right after he dropped from school. When that aunt of his called"

"Yes"

"Well, it was more of less like that"

Sammy sighed at that memory. "And what is he gonna do? It has happened too often, Nicky"

"We are dropping the tour"

"What?"

She could feel the change in Nicky's voice.

"He is exhausted, we can't play like this. He is going to end up insane or damaging his voice..."

"Fuck..."

"Yeah, and he broke up with Annie too..."

"He didn't say anything"

"It was yesterday. I guess I understand her. Noah is not on his best, right now. And he was dragging the relationship with him"

Sammy sighed and pulled the covers over her head. "It's so hard, isn't it?"

"Yeah... Sometimes I wished I has 13 again and..."

"No, no. I was a kid. Wish you were 18 or so"

"Okay, okay... I wish we were teens again messing with a guitar"

"We were so messed up"

"But it's easier when it was the three of us"

"And no one else"

Nicholas turned to check Noah. He was still asleep.

"He is wearing the hoodie"

"Still?" A soft giggle scaped her lips. "We bought that in 2012

"And he loves it"

Silence fell between them. Life felt so different. She wanted to take her car and drive for fifteen minutes to Nicholas and hide under his covers, with both men laying there with her and watching whatever new anime they couldn't stop talking about. But she was in Toronto for a videoclip and they were in some hotel.

"He misses you"

"And you?" Her heart was on her throat.

"Of course, I do"

"How is Sarah?" Sarah didn't like their closeness and had been causing a lot of arguments.

"I'm tired"

"I know"

"Should I break up with her?"

"Nick..."

"I'm lost... This whole thing with Noah too... It's taking a toll in me too" He murmured.

"You should do what you feel it's the best, Nicholas"

Sammy clutched the necklace they had gifted her for her 17th birthday and looked back at the door. Her own boyfriend was showering.

"You should call Noah" He changed the subject. "He'd like to hear you"

"I know. I will. I'll try to visit you once you are home, okay?"

"They are going to L.A. and I'm going back to Richmond"

Sammy bit her lip.

"Could we... I don't know... Can we agree on something? I need to spend some time with you. Miss my guys"

"Yeah, of course." Nicholas smiled at the phone. "We'll figure it out"

Her boyfriend broke up with her after that call, but she didn't tell them it was their 'fault'.

She visited Noah as soon as she could, but didn't see Nicholas. He couldn't make it to L.A..

It was so refreshing to have her again. Noah had started to spiral into some thoughts that made him uneasy. It couldn't be. They weren't like that. They were only friends. His heart told him otherwise and the kisses started to feel different. They had a different taste now.

"How is it when you are with him?"

"Nicky?"

"Yeah"

"Uh... Slow. You see how Nicholas do anything else. It's the same with sex. He is so calm" She chuckled. "He gets freaky some times though"

Sammy rolled so she was now laying on her belly. Noah looked at her and leaned his head on his hand. What a handsome man he had become.

"And me?"

Sam was conscious about Noah's recent mental health problems. So she did her best to reassure him after a long and slow kiss.

"You are freaky but fuck me nice and slow some times"

Noah smiled and Sammy felt her heart quickening.

"Opposites"

"Yeah. But the same in the end" Sammy kissed his shoulder and Noah ran his fingers over he hair, undoing some knots from laying around in bed.

"Nicky is going to break up with her"

Sam stopped her kisses and looked up. There was something in his voice she didn't like.

"He told me something" After a pause, she caressed his face. "What's wrong?"

Noah didn't want to tell her that for the first time he felt jealous. Once Nicholas was single, he would go back to her and Noah would have to wait. Sammy wasn't his, he could ban Nicholas from fucking her. And he didn't want either. Because Nicholas confused him just as much as Sam did.

"Who do you prefer?"

"Me? Between you two?"

"Yes"

"You are different, Noah"

When she saw Nicholas again, he was single. It had been so long since they lips touched and she had missed his kisses. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to start there. Anyone could come in. But they had found themselves in the basement sofa at Noah's and after talking for a long time, it had happened.

"Noah asked me once who I prefer"

Nicholas lifted his head and licked his lips. A curious moment to talk about this. But the frown and her quietness told him that maybe she was to worried to even enjoy his mouth. So he moved higher and pulled her legs around his waist.

"Who do you prefer?"

Having her bare in front of him felt like a gift. He agreed with Noah that no matter who they were with, Sammy was always the most beautiful one.

"I can't choose..." She whispered.

Nicholas moved his hands up her waist to her chest.

Her fingers slowly moved up his chest to his tattooed arm.

"How could I?"

Nicholas kissed her forehead and easily slid in her. She let the softest moan out and closed her eyes. He was finally back.

"You don't need to"

"But Noah"

"Noah knows too" He dragged her lips over her cheek.

Nicholas moved deep and slow and she cried with every thrust of his hips. They had missed eachother and it showed. But naked bodies craved to be touched. They were so enchanted that they didn't hear steps. And then the basement door opened.

Noah froze. He literally felt the blood draining from his face. After so many years of messing together, it was the first time this happened. Not even when Noah lived at Nicholas's they had walked into eachother like this.

"Fuck, Noah"

Nicholas halted his movements but didn't pull away, he looked at him with fiery eyes, . And Sammy... Oh fuck, sweet Sammy was looking at him as if he just hung the moon for her. Noah didn't know what to do.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you... Fuck, sorry. I'll..." He tried to turn around and then...

"Please Noah" She moaned. He almost melt. He remembered that night in the back of her car, when she just laid there for him so beautiful and warm... She turned his life upside down.

"Come down here, Noah" Nicholas muttered.

While Noah walked down every step, Nicholas continued his movements. The sounds he pulled out of her... Fuck, Noah was burning under his clothes.

Then Sammy reached his hand to him and he grabbed it. She was warm and soft and when she pulled him closer, Noah forgot about any hint of jealousy he ever felt. His heart beat madly.

She pulled him closer and kissed his lips. Nicholas smiled. Inevitably, he tangled his fingers in Noah's hair and he growled. It was something animalistic, as if something had awakened on him. With Sammy's tongue playing with his and Nicholas fingers on his hair, Noah felt complete. He was hard but didn't hurry. He laid there next to her with a hand on her belly and kissed her ass she pleased.

"You can do more, Noah... I know you do..." Nicky spoke low between pants. "C'mon..." With his own tattooed hand, he guided Noah's to her chest, making her smile and Noah blush.

This was how it had always been. From Nicky to Sammy and then Noah... In the end, it all started with Nicholas. But at the same time, everything had been conditioned by Sammy. And finally, Noah's freakier side had pushed them further. They were tangled. Whatever Noah did, affected Nicholas, then Sammy. And what Nicholas did, affected Sammy and then Noah. Whatever Sammy asked for, always came back from the other side. Their friendship had morphed into this deep connection and love that was simply imposible to break. That's why nothing else worked. How could it when they worked so well together? How could Sammy think of anyone else when Nicky and Noah were this nice?

The realisation was slowly hitting each one of them. Sammy had now Nicky between her legs and Noah doing his favourite thing in the word, sucking her nips. She was in a state of pure bliss and adoration, with her guys all over her for the first time ever. And it was so natural. As if it had always happened.

The skin to skin contact was driving them insane. When Noah had gotten rid of his clothes and his leg had found a place right next to Sammy's over Nicky's, Nicholas had gripped his tattooed thigh hard. Then Noah, while his mouth was on good use on her chest, had moved his fingers to her clit and inevitably with every thrust he touched Nicholas and it drove them both strange. Why wasn't it weird? Why did they feel like they had been waiting for this?

"Did she really ask you?" Noah asked after a while. Nicholas was trying to sleep next to him.

"Mhm"

"Did you do it?"

"Yes"

Noah looked at the ceiling.

"Where you good?"

Nicholas turned to him. "I suppose. But I finished faster that I wanted"

Noah chuckled and Nicholas punched his shoulder. "You wouldn't last a second in her"

Noah's mouth ran dry. "Is she good?"

"She was shy and nervous" Nicholas blushed at the memories. "But she was good"

Noah was blushing hard. "I think about is sometimes, you know?"

"About Sammy? Do you like her?"

"Not that way"

"Does it bother you that I slept with her?"

"Mmm. Not really. I mean... I think about her but... It's probably her fault. She always tells us stuff and all" Noah turned to look at Nicholas. "And she is hot as fuck"

"Oh man, she is... You should see her... The way she looked at me..."

"How was it?"

"Slow... Really slow. I didn't want to hurt her. But she liked it."

"Slow?"

"Yeah"

That was 10 or 11 years ago and it all made sense now... The way Nicholas explained everything and how enchanted he was by his lips had made Noah so hard - and Nicky too. He believed at first that it was just because of Sammy. But then he got to taste her too and they fell into this dinamic. And every time they slept with Sammy it was inevitable to not think of the other also with her. Anyone ever said anything until now that they were all tied together in that old basement sofa.

"T-touch me... Please" Noah begged Sammy barely parting from her chest. She gave him what he wanted.

"I'm almost there..." Nicholas said.

The sofa was uncomfortable. Nicholas was kneeling so awkwardly, Noah was too big to be laying there and Sam's back started to hurt from her posture. But anyone cared for a second.

Nicholas's moans and thrusts became unsteady and soon his nails sunk in Noah's thigh. He came with a soft moan. Noah looked up and his eyes connected to Nicky's. They smiled and Sammy felt like crying... How much has she waited for this?

Nicholas was a beautiful man, and with his head thrown back like that and his hair falling over his shoulders... Fuck, Noah wanted to... But Sam was faster. When their lips touched, Noah felt that jealousy back. But this time he was jealous of Sam, not of Nicky. In a selfish - not really - act, he let his finger go down and slowly enter Sam. Soon, he was moving them right how she liked to without being able to stop watching them kissing. Right as he expected - and exactly what he wanted - Sam broke the kiss with a low moan. Her hand moved faster on him and Noah groaned. But his eyes moved to Nicholas who was already looking at him.

Sam, through her bliss and building orgasm, she looked at them, how they e hanged glances with heavy breaths. With her soft hand, she cupped Nicholas face and Noah almost frowns. Then, the unexpected happened. She cupped Noah's neck. Any of them resisted. They both wanted it. They just didn't know how to start it. Their lips touched and both of them melted into the kiss. It was as if every piece had fallen into place. Noah and Nicholas and Sam as it had always been, but now complete. Sam's chest felt full of love and pride, and with her boys slowly kissing right in front of her, she finally came.

They pulled back. Noah wanted to see her, he wanted to see for how long he could pull that moans from her. But Nicky gave himself a pleasure he had longed for ages. Since he got that ink, Nicholas hadn't been able to not think of it. He dragged his lips over Noah's neck. Noah felt dizzy.

When Sam finally couldn't stand the overstimulation, she pulled his fingers away. Then, Noah collapsed by her side. She craddled him closer and moved her hand faster. Nicholas was a good help. He found Noah's sweet spot by memory - from what Sam had told him.

"Sam... Oh fuck..." He hid his face on her neck and his hand pulled Nicholas closer. He almost had to climb over him. "I'm... Nicky... Fuck..."

"Let go... Please Noah... Let go for us."

He did, with chocked moans, he finished on her hand and his body shook with the afterwaves.

Nicholas smiled over his skin and after kissing his cheek, he looked at Sammy.

"He really sounds as pretty as you said" Noah felt goosebumps all over him and side eyed his best friend, who caressed his cheeks so lovingly.

Sammy giggled.

"Pretty vocal boy"

"Not the prettiest here, though" He mumbled and nuzzled his face on her neck.

Noah was dominant, more than Nicky. But he was that kind of Dom who needed so much aftercare. Sammy was always pleased to give anything to him.

Nicholas watched them cuddle with a soft smile.

"We could argue about that for hours, actually" She answered him.

Both of them laughed.

"But we could do that in our pyjamas and clean in bed, my knees are killing me"

Noah rolled his eyes at Nicholas and he received a smack on the leg in response.

Then, silence fell over them for a few seconds. Glances were exchanged and feelings started to set.

"Guys" She started. It was now or never. The swift was obvious. Nothing would ever be the same. "I love you. Both of you"

Nicholas and Noah looked at eachother. The youngest spoke first.

"Yeah... I think me too"

Nicholas nodded. "Same"

Sammy smiled and grabbed both of their hands. She pressed a kiss on both. The guys leaned and kissed her her, hitting theirs in the way too and ending laughing hard.

They picked their clothes and dressed decently, not without Nicholas complaining about how his knees hurt and Noah and Sammy teasing him. They saw Jolly in their way to Noah's room, but he didn't say anything more than "I'll wait for you for dinner"

They washed themselves and Sammy quietly asked for a shower. When she finished, she found the guys bundled in the bed with something on the TV.

"Hey..."

They had shared a bed so many times but also so long ago. Now, everything was different even if it still felt the same.

Nicholas moved a bit and patted the space between them.

"Oh no, I'll take the side... It's fine"

"Shut up and come here" Noah mumbled.

Sammy dragged her feet and before climbing in bed she took of her pants. "I have been waiting for years" She giggled.

"I wouldn't have complained, I had already seen it all"

"Same"

"Yeah but..." She stopped to think. "Yeah, it makes no sense.

She sat there and as always, leaned her head on Nicholas chest. Noah then turned his body and cuddled her from behind. He leaned his head on Nicholas shoulder and the oldest smiled.

"This bed is bigger"

"Yeah, how did we manage to sleep in your teen bed?"

Nicholas laughed and gave himself permission to run his fingers over Noah's hair. "You always clung into me"

"Did he really?"

"I woke up once with him all pressed to me"

"Yeah, why don't you shut up?" Noah was blushing.

"Shh. It's cute..." She giggled.

After some time in silence, Noah spoke again.

"I wish we had done this sooner"

Nicholas looked down at him and Noah leaned to kiss his lips. That had been the missing piece of their mess.

Sammy looked up and kissed Noah's cheek. Then, when they pulled back, Nicholas's nose.

"I missed you so bad"

"We missed you too" They spoke at the same time.

There wouldn't be more of that. There wouldn't be any more longing, meaningless partners and hook ups. That was all now a part of the past. They would still need to deal with distance and fame, but not alone any more. They were and had always been a package deal.

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Do you have any big plans for Rekindled this year? Like specific moments/events/developments? Also, would you ever consider going back to a weekly upload schedule?

welllll as for stuff that's like, in the immediate near future, we're gonna be tackling a VERY famous scene in LO that I have some fun ideas for that will hopefully make it feel familiar but with its own twists for y'all to enjoy. Considering the current roadmap the story is on and what's been established over the past few "days" within the story, I'm sure y'all will figure out pretty quick which scene I'm talking about ;333

But in the long-term over the course of this year... I don't wanna speak too soon, but I think this is the year that we're finally gonna enter the biggest turning point of the story, so big that it literally diverts LR's plot away from the blueprint of LO and we end up in truly new territory. Granted, there are still some elements of the original LO present after that point, but what we do with those elements is entirely different. I think it's gonna parallel well, because while LO's S2 era took a massive turn away from everything it had been building up towards throughout S1, LR's "second season" will be taking a massive turn towards those setups and outcomes that were clearly abandoned (or just not thought of entirely, even the stuff that was like... plainly obvious to anyone who was paying attention lmao).

I'm hoping that after we've reached that point, the path that LR walks will feel way more satisfying for the readers like myself who felt that everything beyond S2 of LO was a complete misfire and lost potential. Again, it will hopefully feel familiar to those who remember that era of LO - but still refreshing and interesting to really drive home how this is meant to be an interpretative rewrite of what could have happened if LO hadn't gotten distracted and had actually stuck with its original plotlines and themes. I think the biggest one of those themes that was present in LO but never fully realized will be everything concerning "Persephone" herself, the Act of Wrath, and everything that led up to her moving to Olympus.

It is a little nerve-wracking, because it'll be at that turning point where I truly have to carry this story's progression for real and can't use LO quite as much to guide me through the dark, but I'm also excited because it's where I finally get to loosen a lot of the limitations that were set from the foundation of LO and really go wild with everything that I had been hoping LO would be. It's when I'll really get to write some proper payoffs to the things that I've been building up to from the foundation of the original comic as my starting point. It's where things are really gonna start to feel truly "new", at least in my opinion!

As for what that massive "turning point" is... I'm not gonna say specifically what happens, but you will absolutely know it when you'll see it. Obviously there are already a lot of differences between LR and LO in terms of the plot threads and how everything is being progressed, but this one turning point in particular is a huge one that fundamentally opposes one of the biggest flaws of LO that would define its downhill decline in its storytelling for the rest of its publication.

But for now, until we get there, I'll leave the rest up to your imagination ;3

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As for the update schedule, I would honestly love to be able to return to the weekly schedule again, but currently my work-life balance is just not gonna allow for it :'0 For those unaware, when I'm not making Rekindled, I'm also working my day job as a contracted tattoo artist which comes with its own load of responsibilities and obligations, many of which are what I need to fulfill in order to do things like pay my rent and, y'know, not die LOL In terms of the work-life balance, even when I'm not working on Rekindled, there's still a lot of work taking up my life LMAO (including a second retail job that I've been doing a seasonal position for, though it's wrapping up at the end of the month~)

While I love making Rekindled and spend as much time as I can each week working on it (and I wish it could be like, the only thing I had to worry about LOL) it is still just a fanfiction project that I create for free, and so it just can't be at the top of my priority list, at least not without sacrifices from those other obligations - but those other obligations are, again, what I need to do in order to not only survive, but to ensure that I can afford to keep making Rekindled, even if it's at a slower pace than I would like.

That said, Rekindled is still a very high priority for me! It's just a matter of balance, and changing to a bi-weekly schedule was part of maintaining that balance. It was either that, or stick to weekly and make the episodes shorter, but I ultimately settled on the former option because it allowed for a healthier work-life balance (which is still not even super healthy but I'm working on it lmao) and because the rhythm of my writing wouldn't have worked as well in shorter doses, especially not with many of the plotlines we've been tackling as of late. It can be a drag to wait every two weeks, but it means I can bring y'all episodes that are fully realized to their full potential, rather than hacking them up into tinier portions that might not read as well and would require a drawing schedule that wouldn't fit well with my current circumstances.

All in all, while I do wish I could be back to making episodes on that weekly schedule, it's really only because I would love to bring you all more of the story more often, because there's a lot that I'm really excited to show you all! But the bi-weekly schedule is currently more viable for both myself, Banshriek, and the comic as a whole, because it means we get the time we really need to make every episode feel special with every update <3

[papasbaseball]

The Wizard x Reader (Wonderful Wonderful Girl) | Chapter 11

Pairing: Wizard x F!Reader

Rating: Mature (Rating to Increase)

Warnings: Power Imbalance, Boss/Employee Relationship, Graphic Depictions of Violence

Summary: Being a maid in the Royal Palace of Oz is not half so bad. Despite the meager wages, everything else is provided for you for an honest day's work. It can be unnerving working for the most powerful man in Oz, but you are able to avoid him most of the time. This changes during Lurlinemas, your paths soon becoming inextricably intertwined.

Word Count: 2,438 of 29,558

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Frottica has no friendly faces to offer us, only howling wind and bitter cold. If the air was thin in Wittica it's threads of ice this far up in the mountain range. It's good and I like it that way. As each arctic gust blows my black peacoat open and stabs me with a chilled knife, I feel the tether of reality to my situation.

I moved back into the sleeping cabin after we left Wittica, and to the Wizard's respectable credit, he hadn't brought up how I had shut down after the meeting with Morrible. Madame Morrible, actually. They were so familiar that when I asked him if we would see her again at Rouncible, he gave me a queer look as if I had addressed her by some childish nickname. She was a woman of great accomplishments and Headmistress of Shiz University. It would be a great faux pas if I were to ever address her as anything other than Madame Morrible.

The possibility of accidentally insulting someone else once we get to the safe house has been eating at me since that moment. All of this, the war and secrecy, was so foreign and new. What I had experienced back in the Emerald City between the Wizard and Ambassador Humak was shallow compared to the depths of the political web of Oz that we were now swimming in, groping for any sort of lifeline.

Once in the train station, we make our way up to the counter and the Wizard asks for any correspondence for and Oscar Diggs or Engine 1701.

"Mail's running late," the concierge says, "but there is a letter that came yesterday for Engine 1701." He fishes out a mint green envelope from one of the back cubbies and gives it to the Wizard.

"It's for you," the Wizard says, almost astonished. He hands me the envelope, and I can see that it’s from Bruno back in the Emerald City.

"How?" I ask, smoothing my thumb over my name, trying to see if the ink is real. "The city is under siege."

"He must've snuck it out," the Wizard says. "Come on, let's get some lunch."

We walk to the diner, and I glide my finger underneath the seal, trying not to tear the delicate paper. I’d have to find a safe place to put it once we got back on the train. "This means he's alive," I say as we sit down.

"It means that he was alive when he sent it," the Wizard corrects. "I haven't gotten news of death tolls yet... Hopefully, we'll get some today. I'm sure they're still... counting bodies.

I pull the letter from the envelope. The top right corner of the paper was addressed two days prior.

"We made it through the night," I recite. "Prince Fiyero has escaped, and we're still looking for the Grimmerie, but we have rid the palace of any Winkies. The ambassador probably stashed it somewhere in the palace thinking he'd be able to come back and get it.

"I checked on Fileah this morning. She's alright. A little shaken, but alright. I'm making sure that the kids there have enough food and heat. That place is like an ice box. It isn't right. Kids with no coats and the fires are nothing but coals. Fileah wanted to know where you were. I tried to explain it to her without talking about the ongoing investigation, but I don’t think it made much sense. She asked when she could see you again. I told her that it would hopefully be soon.

"We haven't gotten a good count of the dead yet, but it's good you got out when you did. A few bystanders were killed in the attack. The Gale Force is looking into identifying them so their families can be informed, but they've been stretched thin with spy efforts lately.

"It's a huge risk putting all of this into a letter, but I'm doing my best to get it smuggled out of here and away from enemy hands. I've got a friend in one of the amnesty medic units, but even that is not guaranteed safe. Don’t expect further correspondence from me.

"Tell the Wizard that we're working around the clock to find ways to break through the roadblocks and get the city restored. We'll succeed or die trying.

"-Bruno."

We sit in silence together, letting the verbal ghost of Bruno linger. The Wizard stares at the letter, tapping his index finger against the table.

"That's it?" he asks.

I flip the letter over; nothing is on the back. "That's it," I reply.

He drags his hand over the lower half of his face, leaning back into the booth. "They haven't even counted the dead yet," he says to no one in particular.

Those words linger over the meal as we half-heartedly eat our bacon sandwiches and drink watery burnt coffee. Every bite feels like a herculean effort, knowing that my own sister is being kept in a freezer and that Bruno alone is seeing to her being fed while also fighting a siege. If I was ever going to see her again, I would have to find a way to slip away from the Wizard, before we got on that train to Rouncible.

We head back to the concierge to find that mail has arrived with two envelopes for Oscar Diggs in care of Engine 1701. If I pretend I have a question to ask the conductor once we get back to the train, I think, then I can get away and have time to hide.

"Anything good?" I ask him. I have to act normal.

"Death tolls," he says quietly, eyes glued to the one paper. We slip away from the counter where people might hear us and onto a wooden bench meant for passengers heading back to Wittica. This far up into the Pertha hills, there are hardly any trains that continue north. There were a few smaller villages up north and the hunting lodges for the particularly wealthy, but they were so few and far between that the board for departures going north only showed one time of departure for seven o'clock this evening.

"How bad?" I ask, placing a reassuring hand on his forearm. He turns from the paper, briefly glancing to where I have touched him, and then looks me in the eye.

"Hundred of the palace guards. Half the Emerald Guard. Some party guests," he says.

I squeeze his arm, trying to let him know that everything will be okay. "We can come back from it. There's always the backup of Gillikin."

He doesn't say anything to that, simply moving on to the next letter. This one is from Governor Thropp. Good news that makes me breathe a sigh of relief. A favor repaid was exactly what the Wizard needed. He tears the letter open and as he reads it his face darkens into a grave expression.

"Thropp isn't coming," he says.

There are no good words to say to that. It's impossible. I know nothing of the man, but everything of the Wizard. You did not refuse the Wizard of Oz. Whatever power he had, he had earned the name Oz the Great and Terrible. He was the Wonderful Wizard of Oz and all of the benevolence that came with the title. Maybe he didn't get everything he wanted, but it would be unthinkable to refuse him. To be in direct rebellion would be a sign of wickedness of the heart.

The Wizard gets up from the wooden bench and walks silently toward the exit for the train platform. I follow after him, my pathetic boots clicking on the tile floor to match his long strides.

"Morrible said she was going to talk to the Lord-Mayor," I offer, trying to bring some ray of shining hope back into the situation.

He doesn't respond to that.

"A thousand guards is more than enough to replace what we lost," I offer. We are back to the train car and he turns on me.

"I don't want to hear it!" he snaps, startling me. "I am good as dead without Thropp's help. I have no way of forcing him to help if all of my troops are locked in an Emerald Box. Do you get that? Everything…. Everything that I have built for the past fifty years is about to be rocks. It’s going to be rubble. Just..." He shuts his eyes and inhales deeply, hands held up to silence. "I need time to think. I- I need to be alone."

I can feel my bottom lip trembling as he steps into the passenger car and shuts the door behind him. This is what I wanted, right? To be left unsupervised so that I could slip off? There are a few strangers milling about the train station – bums, really, with the holes in their clothes and shoes worn fabric-thin – but I need to be alone. I need privacy. My hand reaches for the passenger car handle but shies away from it. The train station seems like exactly the wrong place, so I hop down onto the tracks, hoping to find some engine heading back to Wittica. As I step around engine 1701,  I peer into the cab, hoping that the conductor has stepped away for a bit.

Unfortunately, when I get to the doorway, I can see a man in a sooty gray uniform – probably a railway worker – sweeping coal dust out from the cab floor of the engine. I try to slip away without notice but he calls out to me.

"Oy! Miss! You can't be running around the tracks!" he shouts. "You're going to get run over."

"I'm sorry," I say, feeling my cheeks burn as if I were a child scolded. Near the engine component, the smell of smoke and ash is unavoidable. It makes it impossible to think about anything else besides wanting to hold your nose. There is a creeping fear that if you breathe too deeply you'll die hacking up a lung.

"Well then get off alright?" he says. "I'm pulling this engine out in ten minutes and I don't want anything gumming up the works."

I hurry back around the train, wishing that I could punch him for ruining my plans. I have ten minutes to disappear before the Wizard comes out to get me.

Once back up on the platform, I walk down it quickly enough to put some distance between me and the train. I need to be careful not to walk too fast so that anyone looking might make note of me and report which direction I went to the Wizard if he came looking. Frottica is almost identical to Settica and I smile for a moment thinking how funny it is that the two towns form drab slices of bread for the colorful sandwich of Wittica. There are some plain-looking shops just ahead: a tailor, a bakery, a bank. Those will be the first places he looks. I make a right turn down the cobblestone street, pulling my coat tighter around me from the biting wind. Wherever I'm going, I need to get there soon, before I get frostbite.

I scan the shops, trying to swallow the fresh memory of the Wizard tearing into me. It really was my fault for setting him off like that. Why couldn't I have just kept my big mouth shut? It was so obvious that things had gone from bad to worse with the lack of support from Munchkinland. A thousand guards would not be anywhere near enough if his estimates of a 5000-strong Winkie host were true. Optimism only got you so far, and even I knew that. Why else would I be running away to save my sister by myself? Whatever magic he holds would do no good if she ended up dead.

I turn the corner, thanking the Unnamed God that I am finally doing what's right. If I had stayed on that train I might as well have signed her death certificate. I would need to come back here and find the railway worker someday to thank him. If he hadn't told me that the train was pulling out in ten minutes-

I stop, trying to put two and two together. Maybe it had been the awful choking smoke or the biting cold, but the man who was in the cab of the engine looked nothing like the barrel-chested and balding man from the boiler room.

I grab my head, trying to focus. I need to keep going, to get out of here before someone comes looking for me. And yet, here I am worrying about some stupid train conductor… or was he a railway worker? My feet refuse to budge any further down the cobblestone street.

Something is wrong. I don't know how long I've been gone, but if I can warn him, maybe he'll listen. If something really is wrong he can fix it and I’ll find another way to get away while he’s fixing it. My hand grips the ten dollars in my pocket as I race back to the train. It's a promise: a promise that after this, it'll be the last time I see him.

I'm wheezing when I get back to the platform, the thin and icy air stabbing my lungs with its crystalline fingers, but I can't help smiling. The train is still there. I made it in time. Ten yards away from the platform, the train blows its whistle and slowly the smile drops from my face. My legs are still running, but I know I won't be able to get off if I get on. Smoke has already started to billow up from the stack.

The thought about optimism from earlier occurs to me. He wasn't guaranteed to save my sister, only I could do that. But if there was something wrong with the train conductor, who would warn him? Who was there to save him?

The wheels creak forward and I push my legs harder and faster into the ground, diverting my course toward the moving train. I reach the door and heave it open to find the Wizard standing there. He pulls me in and shuts the door.

"I felt the train start moving and I- I didn't realize we were leaving so soon." His eyes roam over me, taking in my wind-reddened face and the way I'm gasping for air. "I'm sorry that I said that stuff earlier. It's just that-"

"Something's wrong," I cut him off, wheezing. "The train... Something's wrong."

[fandoms--fluff]

Hellooo, I was wondering if you could do one of Stefan and Katherine were yn is starting to walk and talk her first word is day day

Walk and Talk

Baby daughter reader x Stefan Salvatore x Katherine Pierce (+ Damon Salvatore)

Warnings: None

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"Yes, come here baby, come to mama" Katherine smiles, encouraging you as Stefan stands you up from his lap.

"Yeah, look at Mama, Y/n/n" your Dada encourages you, letting you free from his grip, his hands still reached forward in case he has to swoop in and pick you up. Though after a few seconds it's easy to tell you won't give up so soon.

Looking at your Mama a couple feet away, you take a small step forward.

Your steps are messy and uncoordinated, but you have only started walking last week. Mid way to your Mama's stretched out arms, you lose your balance and one foot slides, making you topple over.

Before you could hit the ground, Katherine goes into action and jumps forward. She catches you before you hit the ground and pulls you into her arms. You let out a shriek before realizing you haven't hit the floor and you're now in your Mama's arms.

Stefan is close behind, was about to catch you, but thankfully Katherine had gotten to you first. "Maybe it's not such a good idea to do this on hard wood flooring" he scratches the back of his neck, sheepishly.

"Probably" Katherine sighs, standing back up with you cradled in her arms.

"Mmm...a...mmmm" you let out some sylobols before it turns back to regular baby talk gibberish.

"What was that?" Katherine pays attention to you, thinking what she heard was just in her head. She turns to Stefan, "was that just me or...?"

"That sounded a lot like someone was trying to say Mama" Stefan reaches to you and runs his fingers up and down your tiny stomach. The action makes you burst out giggling, leaning against your Mama as your Dada tickles you. "I told you 'Mama' is going to be her first word" Stefan smirks.

He seizes the tickled on your stomach, making you breath heavily in relief while leaning against your Mama's chest.

Later in the day, you three are downstairs. You're set up on a soft blanket on the ground, stuffed animals and some toys stranded on top. Katherine and Stefan are sitting on the couch right behind your set up, talking while also keeping a close eye on you.

You play with one of the toys shaped as a butterfly, all your attention focused on it.

On the other side of the house, the large wooden front door opens and closes. The next minute, your uncle walks into the room, a smile on his face.

Stefan and Katherine looks over to him. "What did you do?" Stefan asks, not liking the way he looks so calm. "Whatever do you mean, baby brother?" Damon shrugs his leather jacket off, tossing it on one of the arm chairs.

Perking up from looking at your toy, you see your Uncle Damon. Straying the butterfly toy to the side, you move up to a crouching position and push yourself up to stand on your own from the blanket. The adults in the room don't notice what you're doing, still trying to figure out what Damon has done, and Damon defending that he hadn't done anything.

You take a first step, then another, and another, making your way over to where your uncle is standing by the armchairs. You wobble a bit, but stay on your feet, continuing your way over to him.

Two steps away from your Uncle Katherine notices you're walking. "Guys" She tries to pull Stefan and Damon away from their rising argument. Stefan turns to her, Damon scoffing. "Oh don't give me that, Damon, look" She nods to where you're taking your last step over to the dark haired vampire.

Damon and Stefan look over and their eyes widen in realization at what you're doing.

You make your way up to him and grab at his leg to lean against him. "Hey munchkin. Did you walk all the way over to me?" Damon smiles, forgetting about the argument with Stefan.

He crouches down and lifts you up into his arms. He's pulls you front in center, facing him, his arms supporting your small back and bottom. You squeal in happiness by being lifted into your uncle's arms, patting his chest with your small hands.

"Did you miss Uncle Damon? I don't blame you, your daddy can be a bit of a bore" Damon whispers loudly, making you giggle, though you don't understand what he's saying.

"D....da..." You say out loud, looking up at Damon. Everyone is quiet, listening to what you're trying to say. Damon looks down at you with widened eyes.

"D...d...da..day.....Dam'n!" You exclaim finally, calling your uncle's name. You giggle in satisfaction of being able to say what you've been meaning to.

Damon has a massive grin on his face. While Katherine and Stefan both have shock written on their faces.

"Yes, that's right, I'm your Uncle Damon!" Damon exclaims, bouncing you in his arms.

Damon looks over to your parent, a shit eating grin on his face, making them roll their eyes. Though, Katherine does stand and come over to you both. "Such a good little walker she is" Katherine kisses the top of your head.

"Yes she is, right to me, that is" Damon twerks is eyebrows teasingly. Stefan rolls his eyes playfully, standing up and walking over.

"Well Uncle Damon should go take a shower and get all of that blood off him" Stefan says, taking you into his arms. There are stains of blood on Damon's arms and collar of his shirt from the events before he came home. At least that's what Katherine and Stefan deciphered.

You cuddle into your Dada's chest, but still looking over at your Uncle.

"Whatever you say, Baby Bro, but I'm the best uncle, just so you know. Your baby agrees." Damon smirks before waving cutely to you. He leaves the room, heading for hi bedroom.

[hiding-under-the-willow]

ENAMOURED by your ghosts au I would love details on what happened to etho 👀 from my understanding it was hels??? Very obssessed with that art btw it's so cool

Yeah yeah yeah I've worked out a little more of the detail for this whole backstory in my head since I last talked about it so I can actually get into it sure :]

So while the property that Grian and Joel end up in during the main plot of the au is large, it's mostly taken up by like the giant ass manor that's on it and the grounds around that. Which is why they've got such a plethora of ghosts, there have been thousands of people living there over thousands of years. Etho's property however, which he bought for cheap maybe ten years before the main story of the au, is almost entirely undeveloped, and has very rarely been a place people lived, hence why he's got like 3 ghosts total. There's a single cabin on the property, one that hasn't been used since around the 1890s when the property was used as a hunting grounds, which was promptly abandoned after the hunting accident that led to Gem's death. Hels had, up until Gem's death and subsequent residence on the property as a ghost, been the only one haunting the property for about 500 years.

He was generally unpleasant in his life, but 500 years on his own building resentment and anger in his loneliness in his unchanging world as he watches Wels across the fence seemingly finding companionship in his afterlife hadn't exactly made him any better. He was stubborn, and unfriendly, and averse to change, and extremely quick to anger. He had lost the deft touch of control that most knights wield over their acts of violence. Lacking his sword in death and unable to leave any touch on the world other than the occasional scratch from the sharp talon like ends of his gauntlets' fingers, he has taken to leaving long, animal like scratches in his environment when he cannot ignore that call to violence in his anger. The cabin looks like it's been ransacked by a bear, claw dug grooves in doors and tables, old dusty furniture with fabric tears revealing rotted insides, wallpaper that peels in unnatural places and forms. The trees around the property are often similarly marked. The only thing seemingly left fully intact, is a dark sword mounted above the fireplace.

Gem, being the strong-willed individual that she is, manages to mellow him out a bit in the 100 or so years they spend alone together on the property. She herself is strange and unusual in a way that seems to throw him off enough to manage to endear her to him in the time he spends too confused to be angry. And so he remains this kind of sulking, possessive, angry thing, but they share the house, and having as sharp a tongue as she does, Gem starts to turn him towards more verbal sparing than enacting any physical violence on their surroundings.

And so that 100 years of joint solitude passes by, Cub dies on the property and haunts his respective corner, seemingly uninterested in sharing the little cabin with Gem and Hels, and so Hels remains comfortable in his unchanging world.

And then Etho buys the property.

And it isn't exactly strange that someone has bought the property, it had probably passed through a dozen hands in the time since Hels had been stuck there, but no one had ever really moved in. It had been used as a hunting estate and as a scout's meeting place and as a garden, but never had anyone looked at the little cabin he had claimed as his own and decided they were going to live there. And the assumption had been that with the state it was in, no one would. Until Etho came along.

He comes in, all on his own, and starts fixing things in the little cabin, pulling out old furniture, cleaning dusty floors and struggling through plumbing work and tearing out old wallpaper. The only other person around in this time is XB, who he seems to have hired to handle the grounds while he handles the house. By the time the house is even slightly livable he's moved in.

This, obviously, does not make Hels very happy. Gem is happy to see the house get an update, and is intrigued by this weird lonesome guy who has moved onto their property, and this only seems to upset Hels more. He starts acting out I little ways, tearing Etho's clothes, scratching new furnature he brings in, messing up repair work.

Etho isn't oblivious to this, and isn't exactly a skeptic when it comes to the supernatural, so he starts talking to whatever entity he imagines to be antagonizing him throuout the day, and decides to antagonize him right back, much to Gem's entertainment and Hels' increasing agitation.

It is the day when Etho finally decides to take down the old sword above the fireplace that things go wrong.

Etho probably should've known not to touch the sword when he watched a set of scratch marks appear in the stones of the mantle beside him as he prepared to take it down. But he kept going. And maybe when a second set raked across his brand new dining room table as he pulled the sword down he should've thought to just put it back. Instead he continues to verbally antagonize Hels as he brings the thing down. Maybe he gets a little too on the nose, connecting the sword to his antagonizing spector, either way he says just the wrong thing to set the ghost off. Hels, used to interacting with Gem, who he can touch but can't injure, attempts to grab at Etho in a moment of anger, instead managing to claw the shit out of the side of his face. In the panic of realizing what he had done he attempts to catch him by the arm as he stumbles back and does the exact same thing to his arm. Queue panic and blood and such. XB hears the commotion from wherever he is outside and is the one who calls an ambulance and such. I imagine Etho gets his first shaky glimpse of Hels right as he's passing out from the blood loss.

Etho survives, of course, but looses an eye and has some pretty severe damage to his face and arm. Gem is the first of the ghosts he meets when he returns to the property, Hels hiding away when he comes home. He kind of shuts himself away in the house after that. If it seemed like he was running away from something moving to this middle of nowhere empty property before, it certainly seemed like he was hiding now. Xb is the only one he keeps around, and even he's stuck at an arms distance. It takes him a long time to not be terrified of Gem, or of Cub when he meets him. How he and Hels eventually manage to coexist is a whole other story. But either way I've been typing for too long lol I need to wrap this up

Crazy place for this au to have ended up at from 'haha wouldn't it be funny if Etho was Grian and Joel's weird shut-in neighbor that can also see ghosts' but whatever

[tigresslovescolors]

she liked the poem i wrote for her!!! (im still not over her)

[theguardianace]

torn between going to the team pregame party so i can have a slightly negative but mostly neutral last impression of the night or (not really actually) lying about getting a headache and just going to bed so i dont have to see anyone else tonight

[niuxita21]

The absolute Misty Quigley-level mental gymnastics by Ana to come to the conclusion that her breaking Mariana's heart in season 1 was somehow all Juan Carlos's fault because if he hadn't gotten involved with Tere, Ana wouldn't have found out the day of the baptism and she wouldn't have gotten mad at Mariana for keeping that secret from her and, thus, rejected her when she told Ana she was in love with her 🤣🤣

[dmumt]

genuine question is having a flatmate ever a pleasant experience