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scaly-freaks · 8 months ago

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“I want to crack your head open like an egg.”

“Please don’t.”

“I should. Dig around in there. Find all the hidden places. Eat your brain raw.”

There is more desperation in his words than she knows. The more it feels like she’s closing off, the harder he wants to squeeze her until she gives it up. That isn’t productive. That’s how manslaughter happens. But in an almost counter-productive way, he’s thought about killing her so many times, that at this point, he’s fairly positive it’ll never happen.

Fairly positive.

Murder-suicide is never off the cards.

She spent two straight hours crying in the bedroom and Aegon left her alone for it.

When she walked out, she was dressed in powder blue, her hair in a thick braid and her earrings in. Her eyes were still puffy and shimmery in that freshly cried way. But she acted perfectly normal.

“Are you good?” he’d asked.

She didn’t reply and started cooking breakfast. Aegon is the one to break the silence again with the ‘crack open like an egg’ comment.

“What?” Amara sighs, as she walks by him to the fridge and his eyes follow her like lasers.

“You never answered whether you were good.”

She removes a bowl of strawberries and knocks the fridge door shut with her knee. “Yes I am.”

“Really?”

“Not really no. But I don’t know what I expected. I got myself into this. It’s like when you adopt an angry dog, and the shelter tells you ‘this is an angry dog with behavioural issues.’ Dog acts out. I suffer consequences. I accept consequences.”

Aegon laughs dryly. “You’re comparing me to a dog?”

“Did you not get on your knees and bark for me that one time?”

“And I’ll do it again, sweetheart.”

She fake-smiles and cracks an egg open on the pan. “Do you want tea or coffee?”

She’s good at lying verbally.

He decides to affirm her words with a different test and steps in her way as she goes for the coffee maker. Aegon ducks his head to kiss her, and she tenses, taken by surprise. But the more he kisses her, the more she eases up and then she’s pulling him close, hands smoothing over his chest and up towards his shoulders. She’s breathing him in. She wants him.

She’s not lying then, at least not completely.

“Did you mean it last night? When you said you loved me?” Amara asks as they eat at the dinner table.

“Uh-huh.” He continues to chew and sits back with a quizzical frown. “You haven’t said it to me yet.”

“I’ve never said it to anyone,” she says, as if that’s good enough reason not to. “Have you? Before me?”

He pauses just long enough to create suspicion because she casts him a side-eye.

“Cecilia?”

“She is in your head, isn’t she?” Aegon snorts.

“Just like Jace is in yours. Guess we’re even.”

“Well, yes. They both made us better people. Bored, and lying to ourselves, but better.” He isn’t expecting her face to drop, but when it does, he leans in. “What? Am I wrong?”

“No. You’re just making me miss Jace.”

He drums his fingers over the table a little harsher than necessary. “No, I’m not. Something just happens to you when Cecilia’s mentioned.”

“She made you a better person? I’m genuinely asking because I’ve never known you to be a good person. Forgive the curiosity,” she says, her words laced with a nitrogen edge.

“A better person in society’s eyes, yeah,” he nods. “Cordelia did too by that logic.”

“And you were, what, bored, but happy to stay in those relationships?”

“Weren’t you with Jace?”

“I loved Jace at one point. I was in love with him. And you were in love with Cecilia – “

“I never said that – “

“You never said ‘no’ when I asked if you’d told her you loved her.”

“What does it even matter?”

“Because this – “ she gestures at him. “ – is how you love someone. Passionate and uncontrolled and completely crazy. The fact that you’ve done it twice – “

“Makes it what? Less special? God, women are insane about this kind of thing,” he mutters.

She flicks a bread crumb at him. “Thought you liked it when I was jealous.”

“Yeah, except I don’t think you’re jealous. I think you’re trying to wriggle your way out of this by somehow proving Cecilia was the love of my life, so you don’t have to be.”

“Now I’m the love of your life?” she laughs, and he hates that her eyes dance so beautifully, it entrances him into silence for a second.

He feels like Oberon being mocked by Titania in a woodland clearing filled with fae. The urge to fuck that smile off her face but knowing it’s going to solve nothing. Because she’ll still be the proud, infuriating Queen of the Faeries by the end of it and he’s just scum on her shoe.

“I don’t fucking know.” He grabs the plates and starts clearing. “You’re such a headache.”

“Lest you forget, you sent my mother a picture of me freshly-fucked and fast asleep.”

“I could have sent her a video of us fucking. You should be glad I went for the safer option. Do you know how loud you screamed last night?”

“Oh, fuck you, Aegon.”

“Yeah, fuck you too, A-mara.”

He hears her go upstairs and slam a door. He’s not leaving the kitchen, so he yanks open the back garden door and slams that shut to mimic her.

For one of the sharpest girls he knows, she’s incredibly short-sighted sometimes As if him being in love with Cecilia makes any difference to who he is now. He was in love with her, the way Amara was in love with Jace. They weren’t the same people. They were both trying to be completely different, to try and fit back into a world that kept rejecting them. The second Aegon’s true personality shone through, Cecilia couldn’t stand him.

Granted he gaslit her to hell and back in the final two months they were together but still.

You win some, you lose some.

If Amara dumped him and disappeared for months and he met Cecilia again, he’d consider sleeping with her. But with Amara around, no chance. That’s what love is to him. Even if it probably wouldn’t go down well if he described it to her exactly that way. Everyone else disappears in her vicinity. It’s only when she’s gone that he can even begin to look at other people.

The fact that she questioned him at all has to mean she’s questioning her own feelings.

Yeah, that’s gotta be it.

#aegon x amara #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii x oc #modern aegon #scalyfreakswrites #house of the dragon #aegon ii fanfic #aegon x oc #Drabble #your skin makes me cry

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plaindangan · 3 months ago

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Sexy club asks: The gift giving club was supposed to be a club where the three games protags could find time to relax with all the panic of their daily lives. But recently, all they seem to do is tell stories about how chaotic their lives are due to some horny babes (even from outside of their class)!

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Ah, the gift giving club.

President: Makoto Naegi

Vice President: Hajime Hinata

Treasurer: Shuichi Saihara

A club exclusively for those who give gifts out on a near daily basis, meaning it was a place just for them. I mean, Kaede qualified as well, but given its main purpose as a designated break room - they were sort of holding off on adding any more people just yet.

Especially, given their experiences with women recently.

"..."

Makoto sighed and was the first to speak up. "Rough week for you guys too?"

"Fucking Hell you wouldn't believe it..."

"Y-yeaaaah...."

Makoto pointed towards Shuichi. "You go first. I heard you were having some problems at your agency recently? With new hires?"

The emo detective's face flushed pink.

"...You could say that."

"M-maaahiiiruuuu~ I...I need to focus on on the case~" moaned Shuichi. It was dead at night and Shuichi would have been trying to collect evidence on a recent burglary. Mahiru had joined his agency, usually using her talent to take photos of the crime scene before he got to work...

But, now seems to solely focuses on jerking of Shuichi through his pants instead. "Q-quiet!! This is just...yeah! To clear your mind!! Just clearing your mind before we start. Just...relax~ Relax and focus on cumming for Big Si-erm! I-I mean, cumming so you can be in a calm state when investigating~"

"Oh, is Shuichi getting nervous? That's no good. Here...you can use these to steady yourself! I...I have been eating more of Hina's donuts to make them softer and, a-ah, bigger. T-to help provide immediate on-site comfort, of course!! It's all for the sake of the investigation!! So...please, indulge yourself~" Entering the room was Sakura Ogami. Needing some extra change for herself, Sakura joined Shuichi's agency to be a bodyguard for his crime scenes and organization itself. She had came inside for a break - overheard sounds of a thick cock being pumped - and just had to see for herself. Ignoring the brief jealousy against Mahiru for such boldness, she upped the ante by pulling down her shirt to flash her sweaty, incredibly milky boobs to Shuichi's face. Before promptly pulling his face in-between them.

Yeah, safe to say, not much work got done that day~

"God, yeah that sounds...rough." Hajime agreed, before a hand went to his head. "Reminds me of the situation I'm in right now..."

All Hajime wanted to do...

Was just in the library and read.

This was not reading!!!!

At the moment, Hajime was in the very back of the library, pants down and cock being ferociously sucked off. And by whom? Why it was none other than the de facto librarian herself, Toko Fukawa, who looking so lost in his sweaty, salty, meat. She dragged him there to tackle a 'noise complaint' (blatant lies)...in her own way~

"T-tookooooo!! D-damn it, I-I...I just wanna-ghhhh!!" He started, but a nother lick from her slimy tongue had him cringe in pleasure and stopped in his tracks.

"Keep this going?~ Why a-a-aren't you a c-cute l-little stud!!! Or rather, big stud?~ Eheheehe~ Sluuuuuuuuuuuuuurpppp! God, you taste amazing!! I wish I had 'her' tongue for this moment to savor this better!!" she wished before going back to bobbing his head on his meat stick.

Well...least no one else could see thi-

"GASP!!! H-hajimeeee!!! I-I knew it! I knew you were a degenerate!!!! I thought maybe a Reserve Course student would be different, but you clearly are just as much scum as the filthy men in this course as well!! I'll punish you!!!" Oh God, no. It was Tenko. For a moment, as the martial artist hovered over him, he thought she was going to kick his face in. However, instead, she not only dropped her skirt and panties, she sat down right on his face.

Smothering him with his fatty globes until Hajime eventually passed out from it...and from cumming his balls out down Toko's throat.

"T-tenko and Toko together...that's a deadly combo." Shuichi said, patting Hajime on the back. Though, now both Shuichi and Hajime were curious.

"So, Makoto, what did you face?"

With his face bright scarlet, the luckster pressed his fingers together.

"Weeeeeeeeeeeell...."

"C'mon, Makoto, this is a collab of a century!!! Just picture it!!! Your club of plain audience surrogates molds itself under me to create a proper Plain People Club! An audience for ordinary people, by ordinary people and empowers even more plainers like us!! It'd be amazing!! And do you know the best part?" Tsumugi smirked and with sudden force squeeze her tits together. Tits that had been jerking off Makoto for the past hour and having in a state of extreme pleasure. "I can do this...whenever you want~ So, what do you say?"

"Aaaaaaahh.....I-I....o-ohhh...." Makoto groaned, trying desperately not to give in. Knowing that the Hope of a sanctuary rest upon him to not be taken in by Tsumugi's words...or her phat tits!!! Though he really was about to cum...when Hiyoko burst into the room.

"HEY!!! Fuck off nerd!!!" With a mighty bump from her thicc hips, Hiyoko pushed Tsumugi away before smirking darkly at the wet cock in front of her. Turning around she flashed her mega thicc moneymaker at Makoto before plopping right on down his twitchy member.

"Teeheehee~ Please, forget that blue bitch!!! What you really wanna do is get you and all those losers in your silly club onto MY club to start it up!! The Domination Protection Club!! You lame-o's give me cash and I use that to keep you all off every other bully's menu? Seems like a fair deal, riiiight?~ Plus...you get this as a reward for each payment threshold you meet!!" Hiyoko said, grinding her soft cake onto Makoto's dick, taking pride in how close he was to cumming and selling the club's soul-!!!

"--But then Tsumugi tackled her off me. While they were fighting, I managed to sneak away." Both other guys looked at Makoto incredulously and with the deepest of sympathies.

"God, that sounds tiring...but at least we're safe here." Hajime said, sighing and leaning back in his chair.

Shuichi nodded, smiling and giving a thumbs up. "Yeah, it's just us for the next hour."

With his two friends in good spirits, Makoto couldn't help but give a reassuring nod. "Yep!! It's just our time at last to catch our breaths and-"

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

...

Who...who was at the door? All three made their way to the door window...and their face paled. All six mentioned women were at the door. All six looking incredibly horny. All six more than capable of finding a way in there.

The boys cocks twitched in fear and excitement.

Yeah, they wouldn't be safe at all~

#DRnaegi-R18 #DRsaihara-R18 #DRhinata-R18

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themousefromfantasyland · 1 year ago

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The Lay of Yonec

by Marie de France, translated by Eugene Mason

@ariel-seagull-wings @princesssarisa @adarkrainbow

In fairy tales there is this type of story where a prince that can shapeshifts into a bird visits a young maiden locked in a tower and makes love with her. Madame d'Aulnoy’s The Blue Bird, possibly the origin of the term Prince Charming or Le roi Charmant as he was originally called, is one of these tales.

In my research I found this charming and bittersweet tale among the lais of Marie de France. Lays or lais are narrative or lyrical poems, usually in octosyllabic couplets, intended to be sung from medieval Breton literature that deal with courtly love and chivalric deeds, often involving supernatural fairy elements. They are like the link between chivalric romances and fairy tales.

Since I have commenced I would not leave any of these Lays untold. The stories that I know I would tell you forthwith. My hope is now to rehearse to you the story of Yonec, the son of Eudemarec, his mother's first born child.

In days of yore there lived in Britain a rich man, old and full of years, who was lord of the town and realm of Chepstow. This town is builded on the banks of the Douglas, and is renowned by reason of many ancient sorrows which have there befallen. When he was well stricken in years this lord took to himself a wife, that he might have children to come after him in his goodly heritage. The damsel, who was bestowed on this wealthy lord, came of an honourable house, and was kind and courteous, and passing fair. She was beloved by all because of her beauty, and none was more sweetly spoken of from Chepstow to Lincoln, yea, or from there to Ireland. Great was their sin who married the maiden to this agèd man. Since she was young and gay, he shut her fast within his tower, that he might the easier keep her to himself. He set in charge of the damsel his elder sister, a widow, to hold her more surely in ward. These two ladies dwelt alone in the tower, together with their women, in a chamber by themselves. There the damsel might have speech of none, except at the bidding of the ancient dame. More than seven years passed in this fashion. The lady had no children for her solace, and she never went forth from the castle to greet her kinsfolk and her friends. Her husband's jealousy was such that when she sought her bed, no chamberlain or usher was permitted in her chamber to light the candles. The lady became passing heavy. She spent her days in sighs and tears. Her loveliness began to fail, for she gave no thought to her person. Indeed at times she hated the very shadow of that beauty which had spoiled all her life.

Now when April had come with the gladness of the birds, this lord rose early on a day to take his pleasure in the woods. He bade his sister to rise from her bed to make the doors fast behind him. She did his will, and going apart, commenced to read the psalter that she carried in her hand. The lady awoke, and shamed the brightness of the sun with her tears. She saw that the old woman was gone forth from the chamber, so she made her complaint without fear of being overheard.

"Alas," said she, "in an ill hour was I born. My lot is hard to be shut in this tower, never to go out till I am carried to my grave. Of whom is this jealous lord fearful that he holds me so fast in prison? Great is a man's folly always to have it in mind that he may be deceived. I cannot go to church, nor hearken to the service of God. If I might talk to folk, or have a little pleasure in my life, I should show the more tenderness to my husband, as is my wish. Very greatly are my parents and my kin to blame for giving me to this jealous old man, and making us one flesh. I cannot even look to become a widow, for he will never die. In place of the waters of baptism, certainly he was plunged in the flood of the Styx. His nerves are like iron, and his veins quick with blood as those of a young man. Often have I heard that in years gone by things chanced to the sad, which brought their sorrows to an end. A knight would meet with a maiden, fresh and fair to his desire. Damsels took to themselves lovers, discreet and brave, and were blamed of none. Moreover since these ladies were not seen of any, except their friends, who was there to count them blameworthy! Perchance I deceive myself, and in spite of all the tales, such adventures happened to none. Ah, if only the mighty God would but shape the world to my wish!"

When the lady had made her plaint, as you have known, the shadow of a great bird darkened the narrow window, so that she marvelled what it might mean. This falcon flew straightway into the chamber, jessed and hooded from the glove, and came where the dame was seated. Whilst the lady yet wondered upon him, the tercel became a young and comely knight before her eyes. The lady marvelled exceedingly at this sorcery. Her blood turned to water within her, and because of her dread she hid her face in her hands. By reason of his courtesy the knight first sought to persuade her to put away her fears.

"Lady," said he, "be not so fearful. To you this hawk shall be as gentle as a dove. If you will listen to my words I will strive to make plain what may now be dark. I have come in this shape to your tower that I may pray you of your tenderness to make of me your friend. I have loved you for long, and in my heart have esteemed your love above anything in the world. Save for you I have never desired wife or maid, and I shall find no other woman desirable, until I die. I should have sought you before, but I might not come, nor even leave my own realm, till you called me in your need. Lady, in charity, take me as your friend."

The lady took heart and courage whilst she hearkened to these words. Presently she uncovered her face, and made answer. She said that perchance she would be willing to give him again his hope, if only she had assurance of his faith in God. This she said because of her fear, but in her heart she loved him already by reason of his great beauty. Never in her life had she beheld so goodly a youth, nor a knight more fair.

"Lady," he replied, "you ask rightly. For nothing that man can give would I have you doubt my faith and affiance. I believe truly in God, the Maker of all, who redeemed us from the woe brought on us by our father Adam, in the eating of that bitter fruit. This God is and was and ever shall be the life and light of us poor sinful men. If you still give no credence to my word, ask for your chaplain; tell him that since you are sick you greatly desire to hear the Service appointed by God to heal the sinner of his wound. I will take your semblance, and receive the Body of the Lord. You will thus be certified of my faith, and never have reason to mistrust me more."

When the sister of that ancient lord returned from her prayers to the chamber, she found that the lady was awake. She told her that since it was time to get her from bed, she would make ready her vesture. The lady made answer that she was sick, and begged her to warn the chaplain, for greatly she feared that she might die. The aged dame replied,

"You must endure as best you may, for my lord has gone to the woods, and none will enter in the tower, save me."

Right distressed was the lady to hear these words. She called a woman's wiles to her aid, and made seeming to swoon upon her bed. This was seen by the sister of her lord, and much was she dismayed. She set wide the doors of the chamber, and summoned the priest. The chaplain came as quickly as he was able, carrying with him the Lord's Body. The knight received the Gift, and drank of the Wine of that chalice; then the priest went his way, and the old woman made fast the door behind him.

The knight and the lady were greatly at their ease; a comelier and a blither pair were never seen. They had much to tell one to the other, but the hours passed till it was time for the knight to go again to his own realm. He prayed the dame to give him leave to depart, and she sweetly granted his prayer, yet so only that he promised to return often to her side.

"Lady," he made answer, "so you please to require me at any hour, you may be sure that I shall hasten at your pleasure. But I beg you to observe such measure in the matter, that none may do us wrong. This old woman will spy upon us night and day, and if she observes our friendship, will certainly show it to her lord. Should this evil come upon us, for both it means separation, and for me, most surely, death."

The knight returned to his realm, leaving behind him the happiest lady in the land. On the morrow she rose sound and well, and went lightly through the week. She took such heed to her person, that her former beauty came to her again. The tower that she was wont to hate as her prison, became to her now as a pleasant lodging, that she would not leave for any abode and garden on earth. There she could see her friend at will, when once her lord had gone forth from the chamber. Early and late, at morn and eve, the lovers met together. God grant her joy was long, against the evil day that came.

The husband of the lady presently took notice of the change in his wife's fashion and person. He was troubled in his soul, and misdoubting his sister, took her apart to reason with her on a day. He told her of his wonder that his dame arrayed her so sweetly, and inquired what this should mean. The crone answered that she knew no more than he, "for we have very little speech one with another. She sees neither kin nor friend; but, now, she seems quite content to remain alone in her chamber."

The husband made reply,

"Doubtless she is content, and well content. But by my faith, we must do all we may to discover the cause. Hearken to me. Some morning when I have risen from bed, and you have shut the doors upon me, make pretence to go forth, and let her think herself alone. You must hide yourself in a privy place, where you can both hear and see. We shall then learn the secret of this new found joy."

Having devised this snare the twain went their ways. Alas, for those who were innocent of their counsel, and whose feet would soon be tangled in the net.

Three days after, this husband pretended to go forth from his house. He told his wife that the King had bidden him by letters to his Court, but that he should return speedily. He went from the chamber, making fast the door. His sister arose from her bed, and hid behind her curtains, where she might see and hear what so greedily she desired to know. The lady could not sleep, so fervently she wished for her friend. The knight came at her call, but he might not tarry, nor cherish her more than one single hour. Great was the joy between them, both in word and tenderness, till he could no longer stay.

All this the crone saw with her eyes, and stored in her heart. She watched the fashion in which he came, and the guise in which he went. But she was altogether fearful and amazed that so goodly a knight should wear the semblance of a hawk. When the husband returned to his house—for he was near at hand—his sister told him that of which she was the witness, and of the truth concerning the knight. Right heavy was he and wrathful. Straightway he contrived a cunning gin for the slaying of this bird. He caused four blades of steel to be fashioned, with point and edge sharper than the keenest razor. These he fastened firmly together, and set them securely within that window, by which the tercel would come to his lady. Ah, God, that a knight so fair might not see nor hear of this wrong, and that there should be none to show him of such treason.

On the morrow the husband arose very early, at daybreak, saying that he should hunt within the wood. His sister made the doors fast behind him, and returned to her bed to sleep, because it was yet but dawn. The lady lay awake, considering of the knight whom she loved so loyally. Tenderly she called him to her side. Without any long tarrying the bird came flying at her will. He flew in at the open window, and was entangled amongst the blades of steel. One blade pierced his body so deeply, that the red blood gushed from the wound. When the falcon knew that his hurt was to death, he forced himself to pass the barrier, and coming before his lady fell upon her bed, so that the sheets were dabbled with his blood. The lady looked upon her friend and his wound, and was altogether anguished and distraught.

"Sweet friend," said the knight, "it is for you that my life is lost. Did I not speak truly that if our loves were known, very surely I should be slain?"

On hearing these words the lady's head fell upon the pillow, and for a space she lay as she were dead. The knight cherished her sweetly. He prayed her not to sorrow overmuch, since she should bear a son who would be her exceeding comfort. His name should be called Yonec. He would prove a valiant knight, and would avenge both her and him by slaying their enemy. The knight could stay no longer, for he was bleeding to death from his hurt. In great dolour of mind and body he flew from the chamber. The lady pursued the bird with many shrill cries. In her desire to follow him she sprang forth from the window. Marvellous it was that she was not killed outright, for the window was fully twenty feet from the ground.

When the lady made her perilous leap she was clad only in her shift. Dressed in this fashion she set herself to follow the knight by the drops of blood which dripped from his wound. She went along the road that he had gone before, till she lighted on a little lodge. This lodge had but one door, and it was stained with blood. By the marks on the lintel she knew that Eudemarec had refreshed him in the hut, but she could not tell whether he was yet within. The damsel entered in the lodge, but all was dark, and since she might not find him, she came forth, and pursued her way. She went so far that at the last the lady came to a very fair meadow.

She followed the track of blood across this meadow, till she saw a city near at hand. This fair city was altogether shut in with high walls. There was no house, nor hall, nor tower, but shone bright as silver, so rich were the folk who dwelt therein. Before the town lay a still water. To the right spread a leafy wood, and on the left hand, near by the keep, ran a clear river. By this broad stream the ships drew to their anchorage, for there were above three hundred lying in the haven. The lady entered in the city by the postern gate. The gouts of freshly fallen blood led her through the streets to the castle. None challenged her entrance to the city; none asked of her business in the streets; she passed neither man nor woman upon her way. Spots of red blood lay on the staircase of the palace.

The lady entered and found herself within a low ceiled room, where a knight was sleeping on a pallet. She looked upon his face and passed beyond. She came within a larger room, empty, save for one lonely couch, and for the knight who slept thereon. But when the lady entered in the third chamber she saw a stately bed, that well she knew to be her friend's. This bed was of inwrought gold, and was spread with silken cloths beyond price. The furniture was worth the ransom of a city, and waxen torches in sconces of silver lighted the chamber, burning night and day. Swiftly as the lady had come she knew again her friend, directly she saw him with her eyes. She hastened to the bed, and incontinently swooned for grief. The knight clasped her in his arms, bewailing his wretched lot, but when she came to her mind, he comforted her as sweetly as he might.

"Fair friend, for God's love I pray you get from hence as quickly as you are able. My time will end before the day, and my household, in their wrath, may do you a mischief if you are found in the castle. They are persuaded that by reason of your love I have come to my death. Fair friend, I am right heavy and sorrowful because of you."

The lady made answer,

"Friend, the best thing that can befall me is that we shall die together. How may I return to my husband? If he finds me again he will certainly slay me with the sword."

The knight consoled her as he could. He bestowed a ring upon his friend, teaching her that so long as she wore the gift, her husband would think of none of these things, nor care for her person, nor seek to revenge him for his wrongs. Then he took his sword and rendered it to the lady, conjuring her by their great love, never to give it to the hand of any, till their son should be counted a brave and worthy knight. When that time was come she and her lord would go together with the son to a feast. They would lodge in an Abbey, where should be seen a very fair tomb. There her son must be told of this death; there he must be girt with this sword. In that place shall be rehearsed the tale of his birth, and his father, and all this bitter wrong. And then shall be seen what he will do.

When the knight had shown his friend all that was in his heart, he gave her a bliaut, passing rich, that she might clothe her body, and get her from the palace. She went her way, according to his command, bearing with her the ring, and the sword that was her most precious treasure. She had not gone half a mile beyond the gate of the city when she heard the clash of bells, and the cries of men who lamented the death of their lord. Her grief was such that she fell four separate times upon the road, and four times she came from out her swoon. She bent her steps to the lodge where her friend had refreshed him, and rested for awhile. Passing beyond she came at last to her own land, and returned to her husband's tower. There, for many a day, she dwelt in peace, since—as Eudemarec foretold—her lord gave no thought to her outgoings, nor wished to avenge him, neither spied upon her any more.

In due time the lady was delivered of a son, whom she named Yonec. Very sweetly nurtured was the lad. In all the realm there was not his like for beauty and generosity, nor one more skilled with the spear. When he was of a fitting age the King dubbed him knight. Hearken now, what chanced to them all, that selfsame year.

It was the custom of that country to keep the feast of St. Aaron with great pomp at Caerleon, and many another town besides. The husband rode with his friends to observe the festival, as was his wont. Together with him went his wife and her son, richly apparelled. As the roads were not known of the company, and they feared to lose their way, they took with them a certain youth to lead them in the straight path. The varlet brought them to a town; in all the world was none so fair. Within this city was a mighty Abbey, filled with monks in their holy habit. The varlet craved a lodging for the night, and the pilgrims were welcomed gladly of the monks, who gave them meat and drink near by the Abbot's table. On the morrow, after Mass, they would have gone their way, but the Abbot prayed them to tarry for a little, since he would show them his chapter house and dormitory, and all the offices of the Abbey. As the Abbot had sheltered them so courteously, the husband did according to his wish.

Immediately that the dinner had come to an end, the pilgrims rose from table, and visited the offices of the Abbey. Coming to the chapter house they entered therein, and found a fair tomb, exceeding great, covered with a silken cloth, banded with orfreys of gold. Twenty torches of wax stood around this rich tomb, at the head, the foot, and the sides. The candlesticks were of fine gold, and the censer swung in that chantry was fashioned from an amethyst. When the pilgrims saw the great reverence vouchsafed to this tomb, they inquired of the guardians as to whom it should belong, and of the lord who lay therein. The monks commenced to weep, and told with tears, that in that place was laid the body of the best, the bravest, and the fairest knight who ever was, or ever should be born. "In his life he was King of this realm, and never was there so worshipful a lord. He was slain at Caerwent for the love of a lady of those parts. Since then the country is without a King. Many a day have we waited for the son of these luckless lovers to come to our land, even as our lord commanded us to do."

When the lady heard these words she cried to her son with a loud voice before them all.

"Fair son," said she, "you have heard why God has brought us to this place. It is your father who lies dead within this tomb. Foully was he slain by this ancient Judas at your side."

With these words she plucked out the sword, and tendered him the glaive that she had guarded for so long a season. As swiftly as she might she told the tale of how Eudemarec came to have speech with his friend in the guise of a hawk; how the bird was betrayed to his death by the jealousy of her lord; and of Yonec the falcon's son. At the end she fell senseless across the tomb, neither did she speak any further word until the soul had gone from her body. When the son saw that his mother lay dead upon her lover's grave, he raised his father's sword and smote the head of that ancient traitor from his shoulders. In that hour he avenged his father's death, and with the same blow gave quittance for the wrongs of his mother. As soon as these tidings were published abroad, the folk of that city came together, and setting the body of that fair lady within a coffin, sealed it fast, and with due rite and worship placed it beside the body of her friend. May God grant them pardon and peace. As to Yonec, their son, the people acclaimed him for their lord, as he departed from the church.

Those who knew the truth of this piteous adventure, after many days shaped it to a Lay, that all men might learn the plaint and the dolour that these two friends suffered by reason of their love.

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homeofthelonelywriter · 6 years ago

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Jealousy

(A/N) Another request! I hope you like it!

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: angst, yelling, fighting

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It has been so long since Tom and I last fought, I didn’t even remember what it sounded like when he screamed at me. Or when he cried. It has been so long since Tom and I last fought, I didn’t remember the look of heartbreak in his eyes. Or the way his bottom lip quivered. It has been so long since Tom and I last fought, he completely forgot that I get scared every time someone raises their voice at me. Or how I flinch every time some one is screaming near me.

It should have been the second most beautiful day of my life, but I didn’t know that. During my lunch break, Tom had called and asked me if I wanted to go out for dinner. Of course, I said yes and for the rest of the day, I was all giddy and nervous. I was barely able to concentrate on my work for the rest of the day. One year ago, I was finally accepted to work for a famous publicist. I loved working with the books and authors, and my co-workers were also really nice. Even my boss, who was a hard nut to crack, warmed up to me.

None of them knew that I was dating Tom. I didn’t want the relationship to help me. They knew I had a boyfriend, but not who it was. Tom also knew about that and also respected my decision but sometimes he got jealous. He thought that if people knew that he was my boyfriend they wouldn’t try to approach me in a romantic way, but I wasn’t ready to go public, and he knew that. Especially since we were 12 years apart and people tend to judge that. I often tried to talk to him about his jealousy, but it never lasted for long. After some time, I gave up and just ignored his antics.

But this time…I couldn’t ignore it. It would’ve destroyed our relationship.

A few days ago, we got a new intern and it was my job to help him get settled for the next few months. He was 25, just like me and was currently studying journalism, but he also wanted to work for a publicist. I’d been spending my whole day with him, just like the last ones, and got to know him. He was a really nice man, but definitely not my type.

While I was waiting for Tom near the office, the intern walked by me. He stopped when he recognised me and we started to chat. He started to tell me stories of his time studying and they made me laugh. One time, I laid my hand on his shoulder, so that I wouldn’t fall over while laughing. When I raised my head again, I saw my boyfriend’s car on the other side of the street and Tom looking out of the window, directly at me and the intern. Thankfully, the man said goodbye, right in that moment. But before he left, he hugged me. I swallowed hard and made my way towards the street, but before I could even set one foot on the road, he drove away at full speed.

I yelled his name, but he was already gone.

I’d taken a taxi home, but I traded opening the door. Still, I had no other choice, not if I wanted to resolve the misunderstanding. As quietly as I could, I pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. I could hear Tom pacing in the living room and took my shoes and jacket off.

“Tom?” He turned to me and stared at me with cold eyes. “Oh, how great to see you! I could’ve sworn that you would’ve spend more time with…with him!” I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. “I wasn’t what you thi-.” “Of course it wasn’t! What else could it have been Y/N?!” My breath hitched, and I took a step backwards. Tom didn’t notice. He kept yelling at me, barely stopping long enough to suck in some air. Everytime his voice got louder, I flinched. “HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL WHEN YOU’RE ALWAYS SURROUNDED BY MEN YOUR AGE?!” I took a step forward, not hiding the tear that were falling down my cheeks. “How do you think I feel when you kiss all those women?” My voice wasn’t as loud as his, but it was filled with venom. He looked at me startled. “How do you think I feel when I read all those rumours about you and another actress or singer?” I walked further towards him. “Don’t you think I’m also insecure? That I’m also scared that you could choose someone else over me?” I was right in front of him, but I didn’t dare touch him. “I love you Tom. I love you and your humour. Your crazy antics and your voice. I love your scars and wrinkles and I love you. For you. Not because you’re an actor or because you have money. I love you because you make me laugh and whenever I look into your eyes, my world stops spinning. Because you keep me grounded but also give my dreams wings, so they can fly.” I reached up and cupped his cheek, feeling him press against the palm of my hand. “I love you. And I don’t care how old you are. And I don’t care what others think. I want to be with you. To spend the rest of my life with you. And I want people to know about us.” His eyes, that he had previously closed, opened and he looked at me surprised. “Y/N, don’t say that just because we foug-.” “I said it because I wanted to. Really.” I gently pulled his face down and pressed my lips against his. His hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me close. “I’m so sorry.” I smiled. “Don’t worry about it. And just so you know, Mike isn’t my type.” “Who’s Mike?” I laughed. “The man from before. He is the new intern.” Tom nodded and thought for some time, while I leaned against him. “Can someone else take care of Mi-.” “Don’t you dare.” He laughed and pulled me closer. “I really am sorry. I love you so much.” I nodded and hugged him back, enjoying his warmth.

“Listen, I know you’re insecure about our age difference, but…I don’t want us to fight because of that, okay?” He nodded and pressed his lips against my scalps. The feeling had me close my eyes.

When I think back now, the fight seems dumb and completely without reason. Especially now that I’m looking at myself in the mirror. The white dress made me look like a princess and I grinned. Tom was somewhere in another room, also getting ready. He had proposed to me the very same day and the next day, we announced our engagement. When we announced our wedding, we asked the media to leave this day to us and no one’s bothered us.

I turned around and smiled at my friends. The hugged me and got ready to walk the aisle before me. I took a deep breath and one last look in the mirror. I was standing sideways to it and my eyes immediately flickered to my stomach. I’ve known it for two weeks now. Another surprise for Tom.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You can still request for the Christmas Drabbles! Keep requesting! I couldn’t wait.

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roseamongroses · 6 years ago

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PP part (4) : “two secrets and other lies we told ourselves without realizing “

Warnings: Lowkey life related crisis, Self doubt, cursing, jealousy but not in the way you think tbh

Characters: Remy Sanders, Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Roman Sanders, Logan Sanders, (Mentioned: Deceit: goes by Eaton)

backround pairings: Remy/Patton, Roman/Logan, Virgil/ His vintage car seats, his career, and his cats

p(1) p(2) p(3)

Ao3

On paper, Patton and Roman were just friends

Eyes narrowed, Patton crammed another chunk of cake in his mouth, brushing away the crumbs with the sleeve of his newly finished knitted sweater.

Across the table his boyfriend, sighed, rolling his eyes, “You’re not going to convince me by throwing a tantrum,” He huffed, giving a pointed look over his tinted frames, jabbing his own barely touched cake with his finger for emphasis, “Look, girl, girl, you put too much damn vanilla in this.”

“I did not,” Patton swallowed, sniffing through the pain, “You’re just being mean.”

Remy scoffed, smiling, “Sure thing babe, “ he leaned over swiping some of Patton’s icing that escaped onto his face, tongue flicking out to taste that abomination of humanity, “Totally not,”

“Ugh, “ He batted Remy’s hands away, “No respect in this house I swear-” His nose curled, eyes darting to the kitchen, his kitchen, “My chocolate muffins shi-” He sprung from his chair, darting out the room, table and it’s random array of various holiday-themed ornaments clattering dangerously .

After a few dozen noticeable crashes from the danger zone, Remy's phone buzzed. Easily slipping it out, Remy glanced towards the kitchen before eying the string of texts, “Bitch,” he frowned, noting the recent timestamps of the vague as hell texts, “Ugh, this tea better be strong.”

He sighed, brushing off the remaining crumbs from his leather jacket, pushing his shades further up the bridge of his nose, he stood up, humming as he strolled to the door.

Swinging it open, he scowled, amused, “Isn’t it my favorite trash-man, what’s this? Late.” He tsked, moving to let Virgil inside.

“Shut your face,” Virgil sneered, quietly shutting the door behind him, not bothering to remove his jacket, “Weren’t you the man who was late to a dinner date at his own house?” His eyes narrowed, fighting the smile automatically curling on his face.

“I was seeing the sights,” Remy shrugged, lazily making his way back to the table.

Rolling his eyes, Virgil follows suit picking the seat closest to the door, “Remy, you disaster, you were in the house.”

“So,” said disaster clasped his hands, looking like a bored madman, “Where are these complications and how are they so complicated that you didn’t even spill over text?”

“Drama rat.”

“Correct, now did these complications involve the chess discourse or do they involve 80-year-old women threatening to destroy someone’s legacy from the source.”

“Neither,” Virgil said, reaching to steal Remy’s cake, which he pushed towards him gladly, “Though Lucy is pissed you didn’t visit last week,” he carelessly bit into a large chunk, face souring immediately, but swallowing nonetheless.

“Hey, this drama rat has to pay his bills.”

“Excuses, excuses,” Virgil ate another chunk with more visible ease, “Prince and Prince Charming are in the car,” he grumbled, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

“What are they making out all over your vintage seats or something?”

“I wish,” Virgil snorted, “They’ve been talking nerd the entire way, and that’d be fine if they didn’t somehow manage to shove their unresolved romantic- sexual shit into it.”

“Ah, I remember those days,” Remy almost swooned in distaste, “How long have those two have been pining? One? Two months or something?”

Virgil stared at him, slowly placing his fork down, blinking slowly, “Try... five... years.” he said as if the reality had just dawned on him.

He picked up his fork again, slamming it down for emphasis, “Five fucking years, holy shit. I’m done with Roman and his dramatic bullfuckshittery, fuck thi...and Logan. Logan. Nevermind I should’ve expected this...then again they aren't really obligated to define themselves, but my seats are too delicate to handle them avoiding it completely like they are--” his eyes were glazed, as he continued mumbled rant of vague curses.

Patton chose that moment to peek out of the kitchen, satin bonnet now on, smudges decorating his face, and soft hazel eyes holding a deathly gleam, “Did you just say Roman?”

Remy smiled sweetly, shooting Virgil a glare, “Yes, Roman, who just landed in Italy, right Virgil?”, meanwhile, he internally pleads for Virgil to shut the fuck up.

Virgil flushed, avoiding Patton’s curious gaze, “R-right, Italy--Italy. You know this cake is really good Patton let’s talk about that and not Roman, who is in Italy. Rome. Like his name...” he said, stuffing another scoop of the overtly flavored cake in his mouth.

Sensing weakness, Patton narrowed his attention onto Virgil, who unlike Eaton, could hardly manage to tell any less than the truth. It’s what Patton had always liked about Virgil. Especially moments like now, when Remy couldn’t sass his way out of interrogations.

“Virge,” Patton tilted his head, just a bit, batting his eyelashes, “You wouldn’t know if Roman, who I love more then anything-”

“The fuck am I?” Remy scoffed, not surprised

“Boyf-best-friend is different then Best-best-friend, love-” Patton corrected, not missing how Virgil none too subtly tried to fade into the furniture, “So, if I text him now he wouldn’t tell me he’s outside?”

“I….Uh.” Virgil looked to Remy for assistance.

They both knew the only other person worse then Virgil at keeping secrets from Patton was Roman. Not because he couldn’t lie for shit, hell he could give Eaton a run for his money if the chips were down. No, it was more like Roman would actually kill a man before he willingly disappointed Patton, even for a surprise.

Remy looked away like a goddamn traitor.

And that was enough evidence for Patton to go power walking out the door, not even bothering to put on shoes. By the time the other two had trudged out there, Virgil briefly raiding the kitchen beforehand, Patton was a bundle of giggles, excitedly chattering and bounding around the guest. Roman looking pleased, face flushed and beaming, and Logan looking vaguely disoriented, standing behind Roman as if Patton would bite.

‘Which he does.’ Remy smiled, standing in the doorway, eyes appreciatively watching his boyfriend’s freckled face, his initial irritation washing away.

“Ugh, stop giving me oogies,” Virgil blandly complained, not really looking up from his popcorn, “ I thought you said you ate your emotions.”

“I do. Without remorse,” Remy said, watching Patton’s attempts to talk to Logan, “--but he’s like, really cute though, look at him he’s like a puppy— it’s hella unfair.”

“Excuses,” Virgil glanced at Patton, who still wore that damned sweater dress, despite the rapidly fading brief winter weather, “Valid as they are—“ he admitted between mouthfuls, “Are still excuses yah filthy gremlin. Just admit it, you’re old and full of icky emotions like the rest of us.”

Remy scoffed, looking over his sunglasses appalled and mouth open for rebuttal, but whatever not teen rated thing he had to say was halted all as once as Patton twirled around, beckoning him to greet their guests.

Remy slid away quick with a bit too much skip in his “cool guy” walk to even be considered casual.

Virgil rolling his eyes and stubbornly remaining in the air conditioning called out, “You fucking softie..”

“You bet your vintage ass I am,” Remy said, flipping him off before sliding an arm around Patron guiding him and their honored guest inside.

Watching the clouds gather outside, Virgil knew it was going to be a long night.

Patton sighed into the cheap lawn chair they kept on the porch, the soft rolling of thunder, and the soft thuds of the incoming rain a familiar accompaniment as he lazily stirred his tea. It was strange to think that the holidays used to feel so...draining.

A lot of the time he spent it trying to ignore the overwhelming loneliness it brought seeing the whole world past lights blazing, laughing easy. Even when he was offered a place to spend the days with Roman and his parents or Virgil and his grandmother, even the rare occasions Eaton offered to let him hang out with their group of friends, it felt like he was intruding in someone else’s moment.

But now...the moment felt all his. It wasn’t the flashy lights or dramatic public displays, it wasn’t traveling the world, throwing himself headfirst into whatever life gave. it was something softer, comfortable. And he loved it. So he didn’t understand why he felt so…

“Oh, Patt, there you are,” the screen door opened, Roman ducking outside easily.

Patton swallowed, setting his tea aside, “Yea, Virge kicked me out of the kitchen,” he sniffed, “-and I don’t drink at every possible occasion, unlike some people.”

“Hey, hey, is that judgment?” Roman gasped, sitting in the other chair gayly, feet somehow propping themselves up while simultaneously maintaining an air of politeness, “Or-or, is it you're mad that shades and you lost?

“Oh I’m not judging,” Patton hummed, judgmentally, “I’m just saying that shoving Remy off the couch, while he was already tipsy is a questionable method at winning Mario Cart.”

“Virgil promised me a dollar if I did, that’s a lie I did it for free.” Roman shrugged, taking down his messy bun and threading his hands through his hair, “Anyway! Shades and Specs are sulking because I kicked their asses once again and, now, ugh! Refuse to give me any more attention, “ he whined, slumping further into his seat, “Patton, I needed attention, I can feel my youth draining already.”

Patton snorted, “What about Virgil?”

“He’s sleeping like a babe,” Roman scratched his chin, “A very loud grumpy babe, who hissed when I moved him upstairs because he can’t admit he likes being carried.”

“So I’m your last choice?” Patton said, “I’m hurt.”

“You shouldn’t and you weren’t,” he said, “I would’ve bugged you earlier but Remy threatened to slice me like a cake if I disturbed your peace. “ He sniffed, “The nerve, me? Disturbing the peace? I’m a delight.”

“Well, there was second grade when…”

Roman’s face flushed, “I was a kid, a very justified, gay kid.”

“Mhm, that’s what you always say,” Patton said, grinning, “How about that time at the park, with Ms. Flores. -”

“She might be old, may she be at peace, but she was petty and I never fail to rise to the challenge.” he crossed his arms, “And don’t mhm me, it was second grade! I’m allowed to have crushes, even if they have abysmal taste in writing.”

“Now that I think about it you’ve had crushes on a lot of our friends, most turned into squishes but... hmm..” he sipped his tea content, “Virgil, Eaton, Nate, Terrence-”

“Pat, please no, you said you loved me,” Roman groaned through his hands.

“I think me at one point?” Patton said, setting his cup down, “Don’t know why though…”

“I was five,” He huffed, “And you are cutest out of all of them.”

“Mhm, sounds fake, but that ring pop was pretty, plus,” Patton said, before adding on a bit more quietly, “I think it’s cute you had so much love to give,” He curled into the seat tighter, that creeping unease settling on him as easily as he pushed it away.

“Huh,” Roman paused, “I thought I was just...flaky.”

“No…” Patton frowned, “No. You are not a flake Roman, you throw yourself into everything, into everyone. You didn’t stop loving your crushes, you just love them a different way."

"No relationship is ever just…” Patton's voice hitched, “ no person is just a stepping stone for you. Well,” he forced a laugh, “At least I hope not, you have gotten pretty big online...you travel all the time, meet people all the time. Your career’s bigger than anything I've made in the workshop…”

Ah, that’s the feeling.

Not jealous….just…less. Too slow. Not enough. He was almost 30 after all, what has he to show, what has he done?

“Uh, Patton amour, pardon my french, but that’s bullshit,” Roman said, brow furrowed and trained on him.

“Wha-?”

“It's,” Roman leaned closer, “Bull-” he said, “Shit.”

Before Patton could finish gaping and respond, Roman jumped in, “Did you or did you not pay and work your way to college?”

“It was a community college-”

“It was unthinkable for you. Remember? You expected to fail high school, to barely get your GED.”

Patton smiled sadly, “I hated school.”

“As you should, some, not Mrs. Huang she was a saint, those teachers were fucking obnoxious shits with only a diploma shoved up their--”

Roman grumbled shaking his head, “Let it go-Let it go-Let it fucking go--,” he half sang, “Anyway, you hated the system, but you worked it. You graduated, went to college with little support at home. And got a whole job.”

“Roman I…” Patton slumped, “That’s great, wonderful, fantastic, but got that job I expected to...move on, to make a change, now I don’t have any expectations at all. I don’t have a growing career…”

“No, but you have a stable one.” Roman said, hugging himself, “Sure, my growth might be a bit much...but that’s all I have right now. Growth. Nothing’s stable, nothing’s set in stone...nothing is ...mine.”

“Roman…”

“No, I’m not being self-deprecative...I think. It’s just,” Roman sighed, rocking in his seat, “When my blog’s gone when my videos are gone when my friends all around the world start to settle down what do I have to show my progress?

"Patton, you have a home, a community you support and see every day, a fiance who loves you as much as you love him. I love my life to death, I’m thankful I can even have it, but sometimes, a lot of times, I think. Shocking, yes, but I think."

"About when I’m old, about when I’m dying, about when I don’t want to do this anymore. When I just want to settle down and just rest I--” He laughed, body jerking unnaturally," Will I even have a chance? None of it seems real now…And I-” he squeaked, Patton plopping into his lap.

“Pat-” Roman whined, “I --Ugh, sorry I was supposed to let you sulk,” Patton rested his head on Roman’s shoulder, playing with his hands.

“We can sulk like this,” Patton said, throat tight, “Being sad with friends is a preference of mine.”

“Even if it solves nothing?”

Patton closed his eyes, “Who says we have to solve anything?”

Because in the end, they were just Patton and Roman

#PaperPrinciples #Roman Sanders #Patton Sanders #Remy Sanders #Virgil Sanders #Logan Sanders #Sanders Sides #Sanders Sides Fanfiction

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theladyofdeath · 7 years ago

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Friday Night Lights {ACOTAR}

Chapter 15

Summary: Inspired by the series Friday Night Lights. In a town that is obsessed with football, a group of teenagers are glorified for what they bring to the field. But what the people of Velaris don’t realize is that there is a lot more to life than football, and it’s not always pretty.

Revolves around Cassian, Nesta, Elain, Lucien, Azriel, Morrigan, Amren, Feyre, and Rhysand.

*Warning: This fic deals with sensitive material.

*Note: A chapter will be posted every Sunday & Wednesday.

Click here for previous chapters.

Author’s Note: Five more chapters and SHIT IS ABOUT TO GET REAL.

Enjoy.

(I legit cried at y’all’s comments on chapter 14 ohmygod thank you.)

"When you love something it loves you back in whatever way it has to love." - John Knowles

Rhysand was breathless.

He had been with a lot of girls, and had seen a lot of beautiful things, but when Feyre opened the door he became weak in the knees. His bottom lip fell open, and he realized he looked like an idiot as she grinned, modestly.

He wasn’t alone, though.

Azriel was the same as he looked at Elain, then looked down at his own outfit, then back at Elain.

“You look beautiful,” Rhysand whispered, as he took her hand.

“Thank you,” she smiled, cheeks heating. “You look pretty good yourself.”

“Have fun!” a woman called from the doorway, as Feyre’s oldest sister stood beside her, scowling.

Rhysand waved as they walked to his BMW.

“Your sister looks like she wants to kill me,” he whispered in Feyre’s ear as he opened his passenger side door.

“She probably does,” Feyre muttered, sitting down and buckling her seatbelt.

He peeked over his shoulder after he shut Feyre’s door. Nesta was still watching him with slitted eyes.

Yes, she definitely wanted him dead.

Azriel wasn’t saying anything, and Rhysand was pretty sure he was going into cardiac arrest.

Rhysand couldn’t blame him.

He peeked over at Feyre as he started his engine. She was stunning, in every sense of the word. Her red, silky dressed reached to her mid-thighs, and her golden-brown hair was curled and twisted so that it was neatly out of her face.

Beautiful. She was beautiful.

He cleared his throat. “So, ready?”

No one answered, and nervous tension filled the air.

Ready or not, they were off.

It was homecoming.

Lucien and Vassa were riding in silence.

To Vassa’s surprise, Lucien had actually put quite a bit of effort into his appearance. It wasn’t that Lucien didn’t like to dress up – he actually did, a fact that Vassa loved about him. She was just surprised he had dressed up for her.

He wore a burgundy jacket and black pants, a gray button down shirt in perfect contrast to his red hair and russet eyes. His hair was combed back, out of his face. He was completely, utterly handsome.

She couldn’t stop sneaking glances at him for the entirety of the ride, then felt ridiculous.

Lucien and Vassa had been best friends since freshman year when they quickly bonded over their love for journalism and photography. He was her other half.

Or so she had thought.

They were made for one another. When they were together, nothing else mattered and all seemed right with the world. Until recently. Until Vassa had put herself out there and Lucien seemed to care less.

Until she put her heart on the line.Yet, Lucien only wanted to be with other girls.

With Elain.

“So,” she said, trying to break the silence that had somehow grown uncomfortable. They had never had uncomfortable silence before. “Excited?”

“Yeah,” he said, although his voice was quiet.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, afraid of the answer.

“I just…..I don’t know. Not really looking forward to seeing Elain there with Azriel.”

Vassa tried to hide the hurt that was obviously showing in her eyes. “What’s so bad about Azriel?”

Lucien eyed Vassa. “Seriously? The guy is a freak. He sulks all the time and is incredibly secretive. He could be planning to kill her for all we know.”

“Oh, shut up,” Vassa snapped. “You’re being ridiculous.”

Lucien raised a brow, his hands still on the wheel at ten and two. “What?”

“There’s no need to bash on Azriel because you’re jealous.”

Lucien snorted. “I’m not jealous.”

“Aren’t you?” Vassa yelled, and Lucien flinched at her volume. “That’s bullshit, Lu! You’re still hung up over this girl that you barely know. You’re the one sulking! You’re so bummed that you’re not going to the dance with her. Well, guess what, Lu? You’re not going to the dance with her. You’re going with me.”

Lucien pulled his car into the school parking lot. “You say that likes it’s a bad thi-”

“It is a bad thing!” Vassa tossed her hands in the air, the straps of her pine-green dress sliding up her shoulders as she did so. “At least, you seem to think it is.”

Lucien pulled into a spot near the back of the parking lot and put the car in park. “What is your deal?”

“My deal?” Vassa scoffed. “My deal is that I have spent four years picking up the pieces of your heart every time some random girl has stomped all over it. And it’s been pointless, Lu, because the girl you should have been with all this time is me.”

Lucien looked at her for the first time since they entered the parking lot, his eyes widening. “What?”

“This was a mistake,” she said, rubbing her temples. “I was so stupid for asking you to the dance and actually thinking you would want to go with me. I’m wasting my time.”

“Vassa –“ he began.

But she had already thrown open her door. “Have fun, Lucien. I’ll see you Monday.”

“You’re being ridiculous!” he said, trying to grab her wrist, but she quickly snatched it away.

“I’m being real,” she said, wistfully, embarrassed that tears were shining in her eyes. She swung her legs out of the door and brushed down her dress as she rose onto the pavement. “I’m so stupid. I’ve been chasing you for years and you are so obviously not into me. Stupid. So, so stupid.”

“Vass –“

She slammed the door, and by the time Lucien was out of the car, she was walking away.

“Can’t we just talk for a minute?” he asked, his eyes wide with concern.

“I’m done talking, Lucien,” she said, barely looking back over her shoulder. “I’m done talking. I’m done hoping. I’m done trying. I just…..need some time to myself, okay?”

She was embarrassed. She was mortified. The last thing she needed was to see the pity written plainly across his face.

She was going home, and she was going to slip out of her ridiculous dress, and wipe off her make-up, and get into her pajamas. Then, she was going to watch a movie that would surely make her cry, and lie awake staring at the ceiling until she no longer felt like an idiot for throwing herself out there to a guy who didn’t see her in the same light that she saw him.

Lucien called her name until she was so far away that she could no longer hear his broken voice.

Mor had picked up Cassian in her Volkswagen, and they had dropped Alana off with Reina, Rhysand’s mother.

“Okay,” Mor said, as she pulled out of the Lunasa’s driveway and headed toward the school. “Answers. Now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Cut the bullshit,” she rolled her eyes. “Your sister called me this morning and asked me why you weren’t taking Nesta to the dance. Nesta, who was at your house. Nesta, who was in your bed, wearing your clothes. Nesta, who is in charge of you in detention –“

“Okay, okay!” He interrupted, rolling up the sleeves of his crimson button-down. “You can stop. Remind me to hide my phone from Lana.”

“No, I should be reminding you to make better choices.”

“She’s only a year older than me. And she’s different, Mor. She’s not…..Never mind.”

Cassian was frustrated. She wouldn’t understand. She wouldn’t get it. People saw Nesta in a certain light, but it was all just a show on her part. A defense mechanism. She would rather people hate her or feel nothing than feel anything remotely human toward her.

“No, continue,” Mor ordered. “Because you are walking dangerous territory and I want to know why.”

Cassian looked out the window, at the cloudless sky they were driving under. The weather was perfect, the sun shining, the temperature warm but not too hot. Autumn had reached Velaris. Soon, the leaves would be changing colors and falling to the ground. It was Cassian’s favorite time of year.

“Are you listening to me?” she snapped.

“Yup,” he said. “And I am choosing not to answer.”

“You’re a pain in the ass.”

“So are you.”

They fell into a silence that made Cassian’s head pound. They had known each other for a long time, and although they used to date, in what seemed like a different lifetime, Cassian knew she wasn’t speaking from jealousy. Worry, maybe, but not jealousy.

“She makes me feel better than I am,” he said, at last. “Not because she sees me for better, but because she doesn’t care about my faults. She’s seen everything I have to offer, Mor, and she still looks at me like….” Mor waited, her lips thin, as he grasped for the word. “Like I’m an actual person, not a poor kid with no money, no family, and nothing to show for my life.”

All the tension in Mor’s features faded as she stopped at a red light and looked at him, pensively. “Is that how you see yourself?”

Cassian shrugged. “Some days.”

“Why?” she asked, quietly, as she began to drive again.

Cassian ran a hand through his lose hair. “My mom may as well be dead, so I won’t even go there. My dad left before I could memorize his face. I’ve taken care of my sister since I was thirteen and I’ve done a shit job at that. Shit, Mor, she’s swearing and telling people that I’m up all night kissing women, for the Mother’s sake. She has no idea what it’s like to have a real family. She has no idea what it’s like to sit down with her family and eat a proper dinner. She has no idea –“

He stopped himself. Partly because he could go on and on for hours about how he had done that little girl wrong, and partly because his voice was breaking.

Mor reached across the middle seat of her ancient Volkswagen and put her hand on top of his. “Your mother is shit. So is your father. But Alana looks at you, Cass, and sees the world. She sees the boy who had to become a man when he was still a child and raise her, and she loves you more than anyone else in the world. She doesn’t look at you and see everything she does not have, Cass. She looks at you and sees a good life with a brother who would do anything for her. She is smart, and kind, and confident, and she is that way because of you. So, you can say your parents are shit, because I agree. But, you can’t say that you’ve done a shit job at raising Alana, because you have done an amazing job.”

He nodded, still looking out the window, and tightened his hand on hers.

Then, Mor said, “As for Nesta…..is she worth it? The hiding? The risk? She could get fired, Cass. And it’s not like people look favorably upon students who sleep with faculty. What if it got around to the schools you’ve applied for? The scouts?”

Cassian looked at her then, as they pulled into the school parking lot, and intertwined his fingers with hers. “Yeah, she is.”

Mor shook her head, a small smile forming on her lips. “You love her.”

“No one said anything about love.”

“You do, though,” she chuckled. “Out of all the people in the world, you fall for the ice queen of detention. Just be careful, okay?”

Cassian said nothing, but he couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across face.

Because there was a lot of things he could be with Nesta Archeron, and careful was not one of them.

Homecoming was in full swing when Azriel and Elain walked into the gymnasium.

Streamers were hung, in blue and black and gold, and there were way too many balloons for Azriel’s taste.

Elain was nervous, he could tell, but nowhere near as nervous as he was. The last time he had dated anyone was Ianthe, if that could even be considered dating. It was more like a one night stand, one that he tried to dwell on as little as possible, although he had a baby with the woman.

He glanced at Elain as he held out his arm, and she humbly took it.

He wondered what she would think when she found out he was a father and how he was going to tell her the news.

“Are you having fun?” he asked, then wasn’t sure why. They had just gotten there, and the ride was awkward as hell.

But, she nodded, smiling gently. “Of course, I am. Want to dance?”

Azriel cursed inwardly. He sucked at dancing. Maybe it wasn’t even that he was bad at it, but that he hated it in general. It made him feel uncomfortable. “Sure.”

They walked into the crowd of students, and Azriel figured that there were so many people, maybe he would even look impressive in the midst of them.

He was wrong.

“I’m sorry,” he shouted, five minutes later, above the fast-paced music. “I’m horrible at this!”

She giggled, and moved closer to him. “I think you’re doing great!”

Elain brushed her fingers along his arm making his stomach do something he couldn’t quite comprehend. “I’m really glad you asked me!”

“I was terrified as shit!” he shouted back, realizing he was on a roll with saying pathetic, ridiculous things.

“What?” she yelled. “I can’t hear you!”

“Never mind!” He quietly thanked the loud music for erasing his last statement. “You look beautiful!”

The song ended as soon as he spoke, and the crowd around him turned to look as his ears turned pink.

Elain bit her bottom lip as she smiled, then replied in her normal voice, “Thank you. You like quite handsome yourself.”

“Thanks,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, I’m really nervous. I don’t do this often.”

“Dance?”

“Well, yeah. Dance, and ask beautiful girls to said dance. Not just any beautiful girl, either.” He stopped before he could say something stupid, and held out his hand as a slow song began.

She gladly accepted it.

He pulled her close to his body, but not so close that she would feel uncomfortable. He pulled her close, but kept her at a healthy distance. He thought. He hoped.

He cleared his throat, his chin almost touching her forehead. “Is this okay?”

“Perfect.”

“Okay.”

The song played quietly as they swayed back and forth, Azriel’s hands on her hips. Her fingers were brushing his neck, right above his collar, gently. He was sure he was going to mess it up. He didn’t know how, but things were simply going too perfectly.

She laid her head on his shoulder and he stopped for a moment from utter surprise.

She noticed, and giggled as his hands tightened around her waist.

It was going to be a good night.

Mor and Cassian were slow dancing when she caught Andi’s eye.

She was standing with a group of friends, and waved at Mor, mouthing, You look beautiful.

Mor grinned, swinging Cassian around so that his back was to her. Thank you. You too.

“Who the hell are you talking to?” Cassian muttered into her ear. “If you’re seeing people who aren’t really there, we should really get you some help.”

Mor rolled her eyes. “Shut up.”

Cassian peeked over his shoulder to sneak a peek of her conversationalist, and she stomped on his toe. Cassian, in typical Cassian fashion, cursed obscenely.

“Sorry, I’m a bad dancer.”

“Mor, you took dance for ten years, you are not a bad dancer.”

Mor looked at him pointedly, and he stared back in the same way.

“You’re acting weird,” he continued.

The tension faded from Mor’s shoulders, and she swung Cassian around so that her back was to Andromache and her friends.

Cassian blinked. “Who the hell am I supposed to be looking at?”

“White dress. One o’clock.”

Cassian blinked, again. “Andi?”

“Yes.”

“You were talking to Andi?”

“Yes.”

“Flirting? You were flirting with Andi?”

“Yes.”

Cassian looked down at her then and flicked back her hair, which Mor reached up and quickly brought back over her shoulder. “Shit, I knew I saw a hickey earlier.”

“Will you keep your voice down?” Mor hissed, making sure her hair was put back the way it was, continuing to sway back and forth with Cassian as memories from the night before flew though her mind.

Her and Andi, sitting by the bank of the river, kissing until her lips turned red and puffy.

Cassian grinned. “You and Andromache. You two are, like, a thing, then?”

Mor shrugged, looking away from him. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess, we are.”

“Does she make you happy?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Mor arched a brow, looking back up at him. “Huh?”

“Andi. When you’re together. Does she make you happy?”

Mor smiled, sadly. “Yeah, she does.”

“Then why do you look like you’re about to cry?” Cassian asked, into her ear. To anyone else, it would have just looked like a romantic gesture between a couple. He placed his hand just above the small of her back - a hand of safety, of comfort. “Does she treat you right?”

“Of course,” Mor laughed. “It’s Andi. She’s, like, known as one of the nicest people in the school.”

“Yeah,” Cassian agreed, “but people like Eris, too.”

Mor nodded. He had a right to be concerned. She knew he would be, too, no matter who she started dating after her relationship with Eris had ended.

Dating. She was dating Andromache.

“She’s amazing,” was all Mor said.

Cassian smiled, and she could feel it forming on his lips as they brushed along the top of her ear. “Then what the hell are you doing here with me?”

“You asked me.”

“So? Rejection is good for my ego.”

Mor chuckled. “I guess.”

But what would people think? Would they care? What if they did? Gods, Mor, why does it matter?

As if he could sense her thoughts, and he probably could judging from how long they had known each other, he said, “Your friends are all that matter, Morrigan. And we just want you to be happy, and find someone who treats you like you deserve to be treated. We don’t give a damn who it is.”

Mor knew it was ridiculous, but her eyes began to swell up with tears. “Cass –“

“I’m gonna go,” he said over the music, leaning back. “I want you to enjoy your night, Mor. Go be with who you want to be with.”

Mor’s eyes widened. “No! Stay!”

He stopped, looked at Andromache, then back to her. “Not ready?”

Not ready for them to find out? Not ready for everyone to know? But that wasn’t really fair to Andi, to keep her hidden. It wasn’t fair to herself, either.

“No, it’s not that,” she said, and she almost felt confident about it. “I came with you. I want to finish the night with you.”

“It’s okay,” he smiled, and she knew he meant it. “I’ve got a headache, anyway.”

It was a lie, and a weak excuse. When Cassian lied, he always averted his eyes.

Mor shook her head. “You’re a sucky liar.”

“But a good friend.”

Mor laughed, and fell into his chest, tightening her arms around his waist. “Yes, a very good friend.”

“If you’re not ready, though….I get it. I’ll stay. I don’t want you to feel like I’m pressuring you to take a step you’re not ready to take,” he said, in all seriousness, tightening his own arms around her shoulders. “But I know who you would rather share the night with, Mor. I want you to be happy.”

Mor took a minute to think about it as they swayed back and forth to the music. “A headache?”

“Yeah,” Cassian sighed, dramatically. “It’s horrible. It’s all in my eyes….and stuff.”

“If you want to stay –“

“I’ve got other plans. Don’t worry about me.”

“Nesta?”

He gave her a knowing look, but said nothing.

Mor smiled. “Make good choices.”

“Yeah, you too,” Cassian laughed, then took Mor’s hand and walked her to the sidelines.

He stopped by Andromache, and let go of her hand, then winked at Andromache before finding his way out of the gym, hands in his pockets.

“Hi,” Mor said to Andromache.

She looked from Mor, to where Cassian had just walked out, then back to Mor. “What just happened?”

Mor shrugged. “I’m ready to be happy.”

Andromache grinned and reached for her hand. Mor intertwined her fingers with Andi’s.

And for a moment, Mor felt free.

Suddenly, the music abruptly came to a stop.

When Mor turned around toward the DJ booth, the DJ was no longer operating the laptop.

A girl stood there, a girl who Mor hadn’t seen since she had graduated the year before. A girl who she knew a certain someone there wouldn’t want to see.

“Excuse me,” she said into the mic, her long, blonde hair in perfect curls. There was a slight slur to her voice, and Mor concluded there was a solid amount of alcohol running through her system.

“Who is that?” Andromache asked.

Mor shuddered as she replied, “Ianthe.”

Ianthe grinned, her eyes set in the middle the gym. Mor followed her line of vision, and landed directly on a pale-faced Azriel, and a confused Elain.

With clear confidence, and a wicked grin, Ianthe said into the mic, “I’m looking for the father of my child. Have you seen him?”

Silence filled the gym just as Mor said, “Oh, fuck.”

Mor had driven Cassian to the dance, so once he had left, he was walking.

He’d texted Nesta the moment he left the gym, and now that he was under the night sky stars of Velaris, he felt unstoppable.

He was going to find her, and grab her face, and kiss her mouth, and tell her endless beautiful words until morning came.

He was falling in love with her, and the thought was equally terrifying and wonderful.

But she found him first.

A car slowed down on the road beside him, and a window rolled down.

Nesta smiled from behind the wheel.

He loved it when she smiled. She didn’t do it enough.

“Need a ride?” she asked.

He grinned. “That’d be great.”

#tacmc fnl #chapter 15 #acotar #acomaf #acowar #nessian #feysand #lucien x vassa #elriel #ianthe #fanfic #my writing #updated #new

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lovewhatyoudodolan · 7 years ago

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ΘΧ Boy || Frat! Grayson

Prompt: Grayson is apart of the craziest frat on your college campus. You did your best to avoid their parties because it was common for girls to be taken advantage of. Every once in awhile though, you and your friends would end up at the ΘΧ and Grayson would always flirt with you.

Request: No

Word Count: 1770

A/N: I got extremely bored in class and wrote this haha. Honestly I only chose Theta Chi because it’s the crazy frat on my campus. I’m basing the parties off theirs so yeah!

Grayson Dolan. A name that brings anxiety to my mind and goosebumps down my spine. Two words that cause men to snap their heads and women to drop their pants in an instant. A person who was given a bid from every fraternity by the end of our first week on campus. A party charged womanizing ego maniac.

That, is Grayson Dolan.

The first time I laid my eyes on the beautiful brown haired boy, he was doing a keg stand in the kitchen of the Delta Thi Delta house. The next, he threw a water balloon full of beer at me in front of the Phi Psi house. Then, after I changed, he ran into me again in the basement of the Phi Beta Epsilon house.

Dealing with Grayson is my least favorite hobby, but somehow he always finds his way back. My eyes glance at the boy next to me, of course he has to take the same lab as me this semester...

“I know this is college, but it will be easier to keep track of your work by assigning your seats.” I roll my eyes and glance down at my textbook. Why did it have to be me?

“You coming to our party tonight?” I glance at the beautifully smug boy to make sure he was talking to me. “It’s the first of the new school year.”

“I don’t go to Theta parties for a reason.” During our second semester I was seeing one of Grayson’s brothers and when I wouldn’t put out, rumors that I had an STD went around campus. You can bet I haven’t seen that guy since...

“He’s gone now y/n. You don’t need to worry.” It was as if he specifically wanted me there. “After last year, you deserve to have some fun. Let loose.”

I bit my tongue and shot the boy a glare, “If I let loose the same thing will happen again. You were there Grayson; how could you suggest that?” I throw my bag over my shoulder, shaking my head at the boy before rushing out of the classroom.

My senses were so blurred as I entered the women’s restroom that I hadn’t even realized Grayson followed me. “Y/n...” Two strong arms wrapped around my shoulders from behind and I chose not to fight him, “I swear nothing will happen to you in that house ever again.”

I leaned back into his chest and took deep calming breaths as his hand brushed through my tangled hair. In that moment I felt safe, which made me hate Grayson Dolan even more.

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That was how I ended up outside the Theta Chi house as their party was in full swing. Out of all the frats on our campus, Theta held not only the record for craziest parties and hottest brothers. They also held the record for drugging girls and rape cases.

“You going in?” I turn and spot a dark figure walking towards me, “I’m debating too...”

Once he was fully in my line of sight I stared confused, “Grayson? What are you talking about? This is your party.”

He just smiled and stuck his hand out for me to grab, “Come on. We’ll go together.” I return the smile hesitantly and let him lead me into the giant house. “Do you want something to drink?” I nod and the brown haired boy weaved his way through the crowd to the kitchen.

A frown forced its way on my lips at the thought of spending my night with Grayson. The boy has always given me a hard time. Trying to hook up with me multiple times our first semester, teasing me whenever I’d say no. Then I started dating Jake and he got worse, but here I am. At a Theta party with him...

I slide my phone out of my back pocket to occupy my mind with something else. Well, until Grayson interrupted of course. “You made it!” He pulled me into a sweaty shirtless hug before smiling down at me with his hands on my shoulders.

“What do you mean? You walked me in,” my voice trailed off as the boy who walked me in handed my drink over and stood next to Grayson, “What the hell, there’s two of you?”

Both boys chuckle and Gray shoves the impostor, “Sorry y/n this is my twin brother Ethan. He helped me move in and won’t leave now.”

“Oh shut up Gray,” Ethan pulled his twin into a headlock, “You know you don’t want me to leave.”

When Ethan pulls away Grayson shrugs and the two start bickering. I chuckle and shake my head at the brothers. “Anyways, E your girl is looking for you.”

“Shit where is she?” Gray shrugs and we watch as Ethan weaves his way back through the crowd towards the basement.

My eyes dart back to Gray and my stomach lurches when I realize his dark eyes were already on me, “There isn’t a girl is there?”

He shakes his head and snakes his arms around my waist to pull me closer, “Nah it’s our code word.” My free hand slides up Grayson’s toned arm and stops when it reaches his toned bicep. I smirk at the tall boy and begin chugging my beer, throwing my cup over my shoulder when I finish. “Don’t litter in my house!”

He joked and I shrug, “If I do what’s gonna happen Dolan?” I figured there was no harm in flirting with the boy. He did it all last year so maybe I should return the favor.

What I didn’t expect though was Grayson leaning in closer and biting my earlobe lightly. “I don’t think you want to find out baby girl.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks and my nether region causing me to have a sharp intake of breath. Fuck he runs the game, why did I think it was a good idea to play? He pulled back and rested his forehead against mine and I could see his eyes burning in that moment. “Grayson?”

“You have no idea how hard I’ve been trying to get your attention since we got here last year,” he sighs before pulling away leaving me absolutely dumbfounded. “Let’s go downstairs and dance.”

I silently take his hand and follow the boy down the familiar stairs to the basement. The neon lights downstairs instantly gave me a headache but I shake the feeling away and just focus on Grayson. He pulled me towards the back before tugging my body against his toned one.

We were slow dancing; I was slow dancing with Grayson Dolan. What the fuck is going on? He’s been trying to get my attention? What was that supposed to mean?

My eyes scanned the room as Gray and I went around in slow circles. Jealousy and disgust were covering most of the girls faces around us, but I shook the feeling away. Eventually my eyes found Ethan trying to escape the clutches of some desperate freshman who was clinging onto his tie for dear life.

“Your poor brother,” I sighed but my thoughts of Ethan were disrupted when a pair of lips pressed lightly to my neck, “Gray?”

He looked up with squinted eyes and a cheesy smile on his face, “Is this okay?”

“I uh...” I stutter but nod and the boy goes back to what he knows best. Light moans escaped my mouth once he found the sensitive spot behind my ear.

“You are so beautiful,” he says into my ear before nipping and lightly sucking on my sweet spot. I could tell he was going to leave a hickey. “I’ve been trying to get your attention since orientation. I thought that by joining a frat you’d want me more, but then you got with Jack...”

My body stiffened at the mention of his name, but I relax when I feel his hand rubbing circles into my back, “I didn’t think I was good enough when you started seeing him, and I was so worried. I knew how he was and I was scared what happened was going to occur earlier than it did...”

“You should’ve just talked to me then Grayson,” I always thought he was just making moves on me to add to his roster of women. “I thought you were attractive and funny at orientation, but my thoughts changed when I saw you doing that keg stand at the Delta house. I thought you were like every other frat boy because no guy is ever as perfect as you are.”

“You think I’m perfect?” His head snaps back so he could see if I was lying.

“Give yourself some more credit,” I smile and slide my hands right above the waistband of his jeans, “Have you ever looked yourself in the mirror? You’re gorgeous and your sense of humor is fucking amazing.”

My hands slid slowly up his torso before his larger ones stopped mine on his pecks, “Can we go upstairs?”

I bite my lip lightly and as I open my mouth to say yes, Grayson grabs the back of my thighs and pulls me up. I squeal and snake my arms around his neck as he takes the back stairwell up towards the hall with their rooms.

My grip on his tightens as we pass Jacks old room and he leans forward to kiss my chest, “He’s gone. You’re fine.” How this boys voice able to soothe me so quickly the world may never know...

Once we were inside his room he shut the door with his foot and slammed my back into the hard wood. “Fuck...” I hiss in shock as his lips slam onto mine. The kiss was hungry and at some point my shirt had disappeared and Grayson had shifted us to the bed.

I pulled back to take a breath and silently ran my hands through his soft hair, “Of all things I wasn’t expecting this to happen tonight.”

“I didn’t expect this to ever happen,” he breathes out and pecks my lips again.

“What does this mean?” I ask hesitantly as my hand traveled down his toned back. “Like I don’t want to do something we’ll regret tomorrow...”

“What do you want it to mean?” He asked and brushed some loose strands of hair out of my face, “Because I like you. I’ve liked you for awhile if you couldn’t tell.”

I smile and pull him down for another kiss. “Does that answer your question?” I grin and bite my lip slowly causing him to growl lowly.

The rest was history.

#Grayson Dolan #Grayson Dolan Imagine #GraysonDolan #Dolan Twins #The Dolan Twins #DolanTwins #Dolan twins Imagine #Ethan Dolan #EthanDolan #Ethan Dolan Imagine #Ethan and grayson #Dolan #Imagine #youtuber #dolan twin tuesday #dolan tuesday #frat

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msilwrites · 7 years ago

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Make Him Regret (A Short Multi), Chapter 1 - Social Media Stalker

A/N: This was an idea from a friend, and she asked me to put it on words This had been in the drafts folder for so long and decided to finally publish a part of it, as it was supposed to be a one-shot. But I realized that the story was too long to be a one-shot, so it became a short multi-chapter story

CHAPTER 1, CHAPTER 2 (next chapter, read here!)

SYNOPSIS:

After the break up with Tom, Vivienne fell into depression. Especially upon learning that he had already moved on, and has a new girlfriend.

She started to let herself go, that is until her friends started to intervene.

Suddenly coerced to go on a sailing holiday around the country, on board her friend’s yacht, and in order to help her forget her problems. Her friend began taking photos and posting them on social media. Photos of food, sceneries, events she had gone into, and of course last but not the least, photos of her scantily dressed in various swimsuits, which not only caught Tom’s attention, but also drove him mad, seething with jealousy, and regret.

Inspired partly by the story: "Skinny Little Bitch".

Make Him Regret

CHAPTER 1 Social Media Stalker

“Is that the rest of it?” Mildred asked Aurelia, who was busy pulling a large ‘Louis Vuitton’ studio trunk suitcase, out of the car, whilst her son followed and watched her mother pull the heavy luggage. He was probably bored inside the car.

“Nope, there’s one more actually.” Aurelia said, as she headed back to the car trunk and took out another luggage, passing it to the yacht crew.

“Why are there so many? I and Mildred will only be gone for less than two weeks.” Vivienne asked, seeing the four pieces of luggage her friend has packed for her. She suddenly regretted not packing for herself.

“Well... a lady has got to have options! Come on Vivienne, you’re going on a holiday, you’ll probably be wearing most of this at the events we’re going.” Mildred reasoned.

“Where are aunt Vivienne, and aunt Mildred going?” Aurelia’s son, Liam, watched, as the pieces of luggage were being carried inside the yacht.

“They are going on a sailing holiday my boy.” she answered.

“Is there anything you want us to get for you, Liam?” Mildred encouraged the little boy.

“Uhhmmm... I don’t know... a bosun’s whistle ?” he said, he was rather a very smart boy for his young age, knowing the purpose of a bosun’s whistle.

His mother smiled, and ruffled his hair, before turning back to Mildred. “Take care of Vivienne...”

“I will... don’t worry,” Mildred assured as they looked at Vivienne who was staring into the sea, clearly lost in her thoughts.

“Vivienne?” Mildred called for her to come over.

“Take care of yourself love...” Aurelia enveloped her and Mildred in a warm hug, before leaving, and driving out of the vicinity.

“I will...” Vivienne said weakly.

“And you’re not stalking Tom’s through his facebook!” Aurelia added, causing Mildred to chuckle.

“I will try... He’s already seeing someone else, and she’s skinny, I... It makes me feel bad -” she said, knowing that she didn’t have enough willpower to do so.

They both narrowed their eyes at her.

“I can’t promise that... I’m sorry guys... ” she said, looking down in embarrassment.

“Well, that’s why I’m here with you, to help you with it!” Mildred said. “Phone, now!” Mildred demanded and held out her hand to confiscate the phone.

Vivienne hesitated for a while, but then gave in afterwards. Finally handing the phone over to Mildred.

“Both of you have fun!” Aurelia said as she got into her car, followed by her son. “Update me!” she added, before finally driving out of the port.

The two ladies waved, and watched, as the black car, drove out of the vicinity, before finally boarding their yacht, which was ready to go.

Vivienne heaved a deep sigh, she doesn’t exactly know if this holiday would be able to distract her thoughts from Tom. But this is the best option she had, rather than letting herself rot at home. Unbeknownst to her, Mildred and Aurelia had different plans.

**********

Tom sighed, as he closed his laptop, and rubbed his tired eyes. He had not slept properly since he started handling a new large civil dispute. But he found pleasure working in this line, as it was his passion.

A knock on his glass door takes him out of his reverie, causing him to look up.

“Aurelia?”

“I need you to read through this, and get your approval,” she said, as she placed a pile of folders on his table.

Aurelia is the law firm’s operation manager, and one of the common friends that brought him and Vivienne together, besides that, Tom and Aurelia are cousins. He found it very surprising that she was still able to be professional at work, and take no sides despite being one of Vivienne’s best friend.

“Tom? are you alright?” Aurelia called his name, snapping him out of his reverie.

“Sorry? what were you saying again?” he said, as he rubbed his temples, he was obviously exhausted.

She examined his state and shook her head. He was being a workaholic again. Heaving a sigh, she checked her wristwatch to see the time. She had been controlling herself from scolding Tom, though it was Vivienne’s fault, whatever he had said to Viv was uncalled for. However, she had no say in these matters, which is why she left them be.

“I said you’re due in court, around 4:00 pm,” she said, repeating what he had not heard earlier. “Do you want me to book you a table? or do you want me to get you lunch.”

“Get me lunch, please, if that’s alright,” he said weakly, staring from afar.

She then turned around and proceeded to leave his office.

**********

As per usual, the court session went well for Tom, which consisted of putting a daft bastard away for embezzlement, getting another client out of tax trouble, and settling a battle against a misunderstanding that one of his client's child, got into.

It distracted him and was happy to not think of Viv for a while. It felt weird, that he was getting curious about what Viv had been up to, despite them breaking up, more than a month ago.

It was so ironic how he was London’s top closers, yet, he couldn’t even fix the problem he and Viv just had, which lead to their break-up. Sadly, perhaps a part of him didn’t want to fix it. He now has a new woman in his life, a woman he had left Viv for.

He could hardly wait to get home, unfortunately, he still had some things to settle at the office, but before he could do that. He pulled his Jaguar into the carport, took the elevator to his office floor, and quickly headed to the pantry to get a cup of coffee. Maybe perhaps to give him a few hours’ worth of energy.

As he walked in the door, he heard a few women talking, and giggling, which made him hesitate to go inside. He wasn’t really in the mood to have any sort of conversation.

“You know, Viv looks stunning for a woman who just came from a break-up! Her photos are smokin’ hot!” a female voice said.

“I know right?!” a familiar voice replied.

Wait. They’re talking about Vivienne.

“I couldn’t believe that she has been hiding an hourglass shape, I’m envious!” female voice number one, said. “Oh, if only I had a body like that. I’d flaunt it! I can’t believe she had been hiding it, this whole time!”

Tom stood outside of the pantry door, listening to the conversation the women were having at the pantry. Sure, eavesdropping is bad, however, as much as he hated to admit it, he had been wanting to hear some news about Viv.

“Now she’s single, she can flaunt it all she wants. Tom’s no longer there to stop her” female voice number 2 said (who happens to belong to Aurelia), which made them all laugh. They all knew that their boss, Tom, was a bit of a ‘conservative’ and possessive.

He clenched his fist upon hearing this but still stopped himself from entering the room.

“I like her facebook posts, damn, she looks like some perfume ad from her beach pictures. Looks like she’s having a really good time.” female voice number 3 said. “She’d sure get a hot hook-up with thi-”

Upon hearing the word ‘hook-up’, Tom couldn’t help himself but barge into the pantry, immediately silencing the three women who were busy talking.

“You’re still here?” he said, feigning ignorance, and pretending that he hasn’t heard anything. He then checked his watch and look at them. “Don’t you have somewhere to go to?”

“Uhhmm... yes... we’re going now Mr Hiddleston.” one of them said, as they quickly walked out of the pantry.

“Aurelia... wait, I need to talk to you.” Tom said, calling her back.

“Yes?” she stood there, looking at him expectantly.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, what is it?”

Tom hesitated for a while, and directed his attention to the glass window, with the view of the whole city.

“Tom?” she called.

“Nevermind...” he sighed, before turning his back, and faced the coffee machine.

**********

Tom debated with himself, whether to log in to his social media account or leave it be, and go straight to sleep. After all, what good will it do snooping around?

He got up from his seat and headed back to his bedroom. Proud that he was able to control himself.

Proud of his ‘achievement’, he poured himself an eighteen-year-old whiskey, and stared out his window. The caramel honeyed notes from the scotch slid along his taste buds, warming him from the inside out. It was lovely at this time of night, Quiet and peaceful, with occasional sounds of car engines from the outside. Living at one of the most affluent neighbourhoods in London gave him the luxury of peace and quiet.

The itch to go back to his study and log in was strong laced with a heaviness he wasn’t familiar with. Women were always a means to an end. His career and the success of it had always been his utmost priority, and then there was Vivienne, however, that didn’t work well either.

He thought of her, and he couldn’t help but smile. The woman’s pointed small nose, full lips, high cheekbones, and blue-green eyes that looked like the sea during the storm, that did things to him.

I’m in big trouble... Stop thinking of her, you have someone ‘better’ now.

He then climbed back up to his room and decided to have an early night. Just as he was about to turn off the lampshade, the phone’s notification song sounded.

He then grabbed the phone from his bedside table, and checked his emails, promising himself that he will only browse through and reply them the next day. However, that didn’t happen.

He paused for a while, opening another browser window, and began typing the social media website.

Why am I doing this? Ok... just a peek, that’s all, no harm... right?

Tom sighed, and typed Vivienne’s full name in the ‘search’ panel. The application starts loading, and it directed him to her page. After all this time, despite them breaking up, he still somewhat cared for her, and her well-being.

What the hell...

His mouth hangs agape, as he scrolled down her wall. It was full of pictures of her travels, but mostly it was pictures of her dressed in elegant swimwear. Despite it looking a little conservative and covering the right amount. It still hugged her voluptuous figure so well and almost left nothing to the imagination. Adding to that, the photographs were taken so beautifully, as if it was a magazine. It must be Mildred’s doing.

The first day was a blue one piece, and she could be seen, standing on the shore, with unruly hair. It was obviously a windy day. The second day, was of the same colour. However, it was more revealing than the previous one. The way she posed in front of the camera, despite it being candid, didn’t make her any less desirable. in fact, it made her look more ‘sultry’. He sighed, trying to calm himself down, as he clicked his way to the next picture.

Much to his relief, the following days were all one piece, but despite that, her photos still looked ‘sexy’, because the clothing emphasised her luscious curves.

He was fuming with the ‘likes’ the photos were getting, as half of them were from men.

He quickly closed his browser, before he writes something he regrets on the comment panel. Putting back the phone on top of his nightstand, he quickly went to sleep.

**********

It was early in the morning, when Tom heard the three female voices again, chatting inside the pantry. Like the last time, he didn’t come in, and just stood outside to listen to whatever they were talking about.

“I can’t believe she thought she was fat?!” one exclaimed. “Did Tom really call her fat?”

“I don’t know... but it must have been the root of the problem,” another replied.

“Well, If Tom does see these photos, I sure do hope he’ll realise what he’s missing,” the third one said, as she scrolled down through her phone.

Tom clenched his fist. How dare they talk about him and Viv, as if they knew what happened. How dare they make it look like his fault. However, he quickly realised, that a part of this was indeed his fault, and he couldn’t fully admit it to himself.

He left without making himself known and raced back to his office. Closing the door harder than he intended to, he sat down on his chair with a suffering sigh as he practically tossed his phone onto the table. His mind was filled with the words those women had said and he was tempted once again to look into social media.

His hand reached for his phone but hesitated. Why would he still be concerned about Vivienne? He was the one who chose to break up with her. She had always been insecure, never fully trusting herself and him in regards to their relationship. It irritated him that no matter how many times he tried to console her, it never seemed to do anything.

In the end, he broke up with her to be with someone more like him: confident and strong. Someone who could compliment him well. He’s happy now…right?

He pondered over that and found he couldn’t say so with conviction. He hasn’t been spending much time with his girlfriend since they started dating. In fact, he can’t recall a time they actually spent a whole day together. They are both busy which he understood. Being affectionate wasn’t something he would normally do and he didn’t expect it from Tanya.

And yet…he finds himself missing affection. Vivienne was a loving person. The way she looked and smiled at him always told him how much she loved him. Now, her smile will never turn his way and he realised with great distress the gravity of this.

Soon enough, someone else, someone not him, will receive that smile and her love. And who wouldn’t want to receive that? She is beautiful, loving and kind. Even after he left her for another woman, she never so much had said an angry thought to him.

His stomach churned painfully at this thought and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He needed to know what is going on with her.

He grabbed his phone and opened his social media account. His fingers scrambled to type in her name and find her. The moment he opened her page, his eyes widened in shock and anger.

In front of him was a newly uploaded set of pictures of Vivienne in her swimsuit at the beach. And she wasn’t alone. Sitting next to her on the sand with an arm over her shoulders was a man.

“Fuck!” he muttered under his breath, still scrolling down her album page to see that the album was full of pictures of Vivienne and the mysterious guy.

The mysterious man is tall, handsome and has a nice muscular built. He has a body of an athlete, and his muscles were chiselled. Which stirred up feelings of jealousy within Tom. The mysterious man looked too close for comfort, as his hands were draped at Vivienne’s bare skin in most of the pictures. He surely was no ordinary friend. Perhaps, this was the actual guy that the three women were talking about in the pantry. Maybe he was the actual ‘hook-up’.

“NO!!” Tom immediately shook his head, and logged off from his social media account. He quickly reminded himself that he and Vivienne were no longer together, and he had no right to feel jealous.

I will stop looking!.

A/N: Will be doing some soft editing to check for grammatical errors I may have made.

Do click like if you like it or to support :). Comments and suggestions are welcome in the comment section.

You can read Chapter 2 here!

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sitaaronkepaar · 7 years ago

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Daily Rikara Ramblings

I feel I should rename this liveblog occasional Rikara ramblings cause I ain't so regular anymore. I wasn't even gonna do them today bur Gauri legit went on a slayage spree and I just couldn't control myself. Legit watching this episode second time in a row. And I'll probably even watch the Gauri bits on TV again. What? No one ever accused ke of having a life. Jo bhi thi, Gauri Kumari Sharma has taken over it now. 💜

Also, this is like super low effort but I HAD to do it anyway cause my head was exploding with all them thoughts. LOL.

Chennai express ki 2 rs copy hai, but feels k liye saala kuch bhi karega. This scene looks rly nice aesthetically too.

Epi start hote hi Queenie has gone on a slayage spree. My wig's already snatched and it's been like 2 secs in.

I knew Gauri would blame Omkara's changed behaviour on his guilt. Chalo kahin toh consistency hain. Assuming Omkara's kindness is out of his guilt is her go to behaviour.

Okay, Omkara STFU. Galtiyan maan k koi meherbani nahi ki hain. Itni insult aur disrespect k baad it was legit the least you could do. Matlab do you even have an inkling of the emotional abuse you put her through? These emotional scars won't heal themselves so fast. I know you have this shadi ki sword hanging over your head but pls, control yourself.

Again, with the patni shit. How convenient for you Omkie? Jab woh acceptance k liye mar rahi thi tab yaad nahi aaya? You couldn't see anything past your hatred then, why expect Gauri to be the bigger person now?

YESSSS. Queenie dikhaing him his shakal in the mirror.

I hope Omkara's flashbacking to the time he burnt Gauri's pictures when he thought she was having an affair. Cause I always thought it was unfair on his part to expect such loyalty from her when he never gave the love and respect she deserved. Love, loyalty, trust, respect, these are the things that are earned. Universal right nahi hai.

Lmao, Omkara's face legit like, "dayum, she got a point"

"ek baat pooche aapse, aapne hamare saath jo jo kiya, humne aapke saath kiya hota toh"

Yaaassssss Queen, roast.his.ass.

Seriously, if she'd done it to you? Tab kya karta Omkie? I always wanted Omkie to put himself in her shoes and now queenie's demanding the same. Yessss bitch, yessss.

Oh, I'm so glad they're raising this layak wala issue again. I really wanted Omkara to address her concerns. Matlab sab kuch mil raha hai aajkal. As a Rikarian, I can't believe my kismat. Wallah, jaldi phootne wali hogi lagta hai.

Fuck yar, this lack of love and respect in their relationship that bothered me so much is finally being addressed and I can't take it. Is it really happening?

Gauri's asking the right questions rn. It doesn't fucking matter if Omkara didn't mean to make her feel any less or that now, he wants her. The fact is that he abused her to the point that she lost her self-confidence. What he thought or didn't think, what he meant or didn't mean, don't matter when he's given her less than humanly treatment for the most part of their relationship.

Ugh, I know you think the world of Shivika, Gauri, but can you not compare? Like after RuVya, they're the most toxic relationship on the show. Sure, NOW Shivaay loves and respects her, but he isn't that great a guy like you think. Gauri ko shivika puran padhao koi.

Lol, but 2 steps ahead toh you've always been when it comes to the relationship Gauri. Poor Omkara's always catching up. Forgive him, my son's a late bloomer.

Aww, Gauri thinks it's plain old male ego and jealousy. It's not true but at least Omkara's bearing this in silence. Normally, idc about his manpain. But I do feel bad for him. Anyway, Ab pachtaye hot kya jab chidiya chug gayi khet? You should've loved her when you had the chance.

"Jaaiye aap yahan se, kyuki ab jo bhi karna hai, hamein hi karna hai"

Uff, the dismissal!! Cold, queen. That was so cold!

Hey, Bhagwan, she ripped off the dupatta. STONE.COLD. Not even Steve Austin is that cold. But my main bitch has had it till here with Omkara's chutiyapa. Girl be like, let me deal with this alone, as usual.

I love, love, LOVE this scene of Gauri walking away and then stopping to wipe her tears and moving on anyway. Cause this is who she is in a nutshell. She might get hurt, she might break down, but she will ALWAYS get up and keep moving and do what needs to be done, even if she's dying inside. My Queen's unstoppable yo!

And Omkara looking on haplessly as Gauri breaks down is 👌👌👌. This is the level of damage you've inflicted on her. Now, look at the result of your destruction. What you broke isn't so easily repairable, bitch.

Uff, aagya ye psycho Ajay.

Okay wtf. Your mom also said yes? Woh na nahi bol sakti thi? What an asshole.

Gauri looks like she's barely holding on. Ek jhaanp me sata dene wali hain isko.

LOL WTF. EK SHAADI SHUDA AURAT PE DORE DAALTE HUE IZZAT KHARAB NAHI HUI BUT IS SE HO RAHI HAI. MY GOD, I HATE MEN SO FUCKING MUCH. SOMEONE NEEDS TO KILL THIS BITCH ASAP.

Low-key hoping Omkara heard it though. Doesn’t look like it but goddamit, I need someone to know about this blackmail

I know this has nothing to do with Rikara, but bhavya's rant is so anti-feminist? Honestly, I'd never have expected this from her of all people. Why would you paint women as these illogical, ott, emotional beings with no connection to reality? Esp when you have a job where you have to deal with this casual sexism of men on a daily basis? Stuff like this is what legit stops you from getting promotions? Fuck, I hate this shit so much. I'm not saying you should respect all women, but at least don't paint all of us with such broad strokes, esp when it has such lasting negative effects on us. We have to deal with this shit from men already, we don't need women doing this too.

#Rikara #omkara singh oberoi #gauri kumari sharma #bhavya pratap Rathore #ishqbaaaz #liveblogging

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kendrixtermina · 7 years ago

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For the Love of Socionics

First I find it important to note here that I am not necessarily promoting this concept; I just thought it was interesting to discuss.

As such, I will try both to present it as the concept as it was so you can form your own opinion but aso add my own thoughts/ comments later.

So, today’s concept: Love, as in, human attachment bonds, or depending on whom you ask, the ideal, “true” state thereof.

It’s a word that has been used to mean many things in many context and ppl spend thick lyrical volumes debating its meaning so ever since the olden days ppl have been looking in ways to characterize it futher, all the way from modern terminology desgned to describe, say, a-spec people, to the most basic stuff drawn up by the ancient greeks.

Just like they gave us one of the first personality theories (the 4 temperaments), they codified the “Four Loves” at least for the western sphere of culture.

Turns out some socionists also got in on the act, and speculated about a connection to the Funktions!

But let’s start at the beginning:

The Classical List

Eros - Romantic Love (Romantic as in “couple” not as in “poetic and idealized”)

Philia - The infamous Power of Friendship!

Storge - Family Bonds

Agape - “Spiritual”/Selfless Love

At first, this was a sharp classification of the basic kinds of bonds that humans form in their many relationships: You have your folks, partner(s) and friends and they’re distinct in a couple of ways, as is the kind of idealistic drive that might drive you to risk your life to protect a fellow vhuman being or care for the downtrodden out of charity.

For example, you generally screw your girlfriend (unless you’re ace of course), but many would find the very thought of doing that with family, longtime friends or favorite deity hugely gross; You choose your friends and partners (well, hopefully), but you’re just stuck with your family (unless you’re adopted)...

You can tell by the brackets that things are a bit more complicated than just those sharp delineations - You can, for example, be best friends with your girlfriend, regard either your lifelong friend or spouse of many decades as part of the family, and many a parent would sacrifice everything for their child...

Often enough these are seen as all having their place and importance, though sometimes people would imagine a hierarchy here somewhere, depending on their culture - The ancient greeks being kinda misogynist devalued Eros as inferior to Philia as an equal bond, as do many “My spouse is such a nag!” type people im told are still around today, whereas modern believers in the “friendzone” seem to see Friendship as a consolation prize if not an insult (??because the worst thing ever is ??Cogeniality??), a lot of cultures insist you should obey your parents over everything even if they’re abusive asshats and of course religion always claims that invented and has the monopoly on any important human universals and praise abnegation as the highest good; Certainly the love of gods (particulary the monotheistic sort) for their creations is often described as such unconditional sacrifice, while those same religions decry attraction they disagree with as “low, carnal urges” to the point that medieval clerics questioned wether women have souls (because everyone is hetero & ladies don’t exist outside of being ppl’s wives amiright?)

It’s worth noting that various ancient societies had something like “blood brothership” which was for best friends was marriage is for romantic partners in that you could get some legally binding, indefinite formalization that made you part of each other’s clans. Meanwhile a romantic partner who is also a good friend is basically what people call a “soulmate” once you strip away the supernatural predestination myths around it; It’s sure how the Sims 4 implemented that XD

And obvsly we no longer see these as restricted to gender in that way. Two dudes can have eros. A guy and a chick can be friends.

And speaking of “low carnal urges” obviously shallow infatuation exists, but can’t friendship or family likewise driven by base instincts, such as they monkey drive for social rank and influence and the urge to procreate and make/raise babies which is probably older than pair-bonding. (which resulted in the potential for romance - a lot of animals just screw and are done with it.) Abusive Parents and fairweather friends everywhere attets that true love of any flavor can be hard to find.

Agape doesn’t really have a primal counterpart like that because it requires the human ability to even conceive of a “greater good” or “ideal” but in devotion there’s the danger ofyour kindness being abused, as well as that of zealotry - people who would kill or die for their ideologies, gods and dictators.

So perhaps a more differentiated view would be as these things as phenomena that can but don’t have to co-occurr depending on the relationship, all of wichhave their good and bad sides - you can have a perfectly fine “girlfriend” or a more ambitious “soulmate” and likewise a “buddy” or a “blood-brother” etc.. and those would not be the same.

Likewise further concepts have been identified and added, often in the more specfific context of various components for a romantic relationship to have, though you could quantify any sort of human attachment through various combinations.

Extended List

Eros - The one strictly romantic or at least sensual aspect. Attraction to the partner’s beauty and other sensual attributes, and also expressed through physical touch, closeness, a lot of togetherness and sexuality (Though Boinking is not strictly required; Be it because of young age, orientation or circumstances preventing the couple from doing the deed.) A passionate type of bond that can form quickly and involve an element of loss-of-control. This can, however, lead to impulsive actions, Soap Opera plots and burn itself out unless there’s something deeper connecting the partners.

Philia - The defining ingredient of friendships. A bond based on mutual sympathy. The involved parties enjoy each other’s company, find each other’s character appealing and may share common interests, opinions , hobbies or joint pursuts. Ideally this would be an equal bond that is all about giving each other freedom, echanging ideas and supporting each other through cameraderie. This one is largely unrelated to physical characteristics - Indeed most of ppl’s friends will not be romantic partners. On the other hand people who look for this sort of dynamic in a romantic partner will care more for personality and commonalities than looks.

Storge - Affectionate attachment based on familiarity. This can be the stuff of family bonds but also what you feel toward old childhood friends or pets, but also perhaps when you take a caretaking role towards a spouse, between a mentor a disciple, or in ‘found family’ type dynamics. It is mosty formed just by living in close proximity, and represents a source of stability and repose, but also a sharing of duties and responsibilities. This is perhaps one of the more ‘mundane’ bond flavors, but also one that engenders the strongest loyalty, even if the person screws up big - After all, Ohana means nobody gets left behind. If this type of bonds are high on your priority list, you will want to get to know the person well before opening up or comitting to anything.

Agape - Selfless Love - based on empathy and compassion for one’s fellow beings and the desire for their happiness with no expectation of reward.. Self-Sacrificing, unconditional, idealistic and far removed from the realm of material concerns and thus at times described as ‘divine’ or ‘spiritual’ - what we know as Charity, Altriusm and forgiveness. Random acts of kindness and thankless work for the greater good are classic examples; In an interpersonal context, it means to place the other person’s happiness before your own and accept them as they are. If this is a priority for you, you may be looking for an idealized, profound bond and be willing to be giving and devoted in return, but you’ll do well to keep your own needs and limits in mind.

Ludus - Playful love. Attachment and everything related to it as a source of personal pleasure, as well as pleasure as an aspect of relationships. Often involves some manner of sensuality or sexuality, but in contrast to eros, the primary emotions here are freedom, excitement and satisfaction. This is usually present at the ‘getting to know’ phase of a relationship, but can also be pursued for its own sake through conversational flirting, ‘just for fun’ sex and all manner of kinky stuff. A lot of relationships fail because the partners failed to keep alive a spark of playfulness through the years - but on the downside, there’s a risk for irresponsible behavior - So make sure to use condoms and establish clear communications so no one gets their heart broken.

Mania - Dramatic Love. The intense, consuming, shakespearian sort of love that many poems, songs and stories were written about - though this may also be felt toward someone one simply admires. Involves dynamic feelings centered on the partner, who is held in high esteem while the relationship itself is given high importance. Interactions with the partner strongly influence the person’s mood, leading to pronounced moods that go through ups and down; At the heart of the matter is a subliminal desire to receive validation from the partner - but if said partner is not really the Mania sort, there’s a chance that they might be spooked or overwhelmed instead. In excessive extremes, this can lead to disproportionate jealousy or even obsession.

Pragma - Sometimes called ‘enduring love’ but in itself probably best described as the relationship between allies, it is a bond pursued for and sustained by practical, reasonable concerns, to be willing and able to work together toward joint or individual goals, to put in effort, patience and tolerance, and make compromises in order to make things work and mantain the relationship throughout the drudgery of everyday life. The partners are drawn together by common priorities, compatible views, dependability and having compatible life plans. This is glue that keeps a good working relationship or lasting arranged marriage going, though any bond may need its share of this in order to stand the test of time, be it a friendship or a romance. People for whom this is a high priority often show that they care by helping you in everyday practical matters - however, they can also have pretty high standards and expectations for their relationships

Philautia - Self-Love or Self-respect. Not really to do with interpersonal attachment per se, but obviously relationships can impact it for better or for worse, and likewise this helps us to choose good relationships.

As if those weren’t enough, the person who made this paper - a certain Mr. Meged - made up some of his own which he felt still merited terms:

Meged’s Additions

Victoria - Love as conquest, that is, interpersonal relationships as a means to “win” recognition, respect or the attention of everyone around, to seek stimulation in the thrill of satisfied ambition or vanity. Despite or perhaps because of that, they prefer and respect potential partners who present them with a bit of a challenge or surprise; In that case they show their interest through vying for, if not demanding the person’s attention in which they can be somewhat persistent. This probably why people like stuff like Dominance-and_submission roleplays, sexy vampires, or the Princess-In-The-castle trope, and why phrases like ’you belong to me’ are sometimes considered romantic or hot. Sometimes ppl with this as their main approach to bonding can be somewhat inconstant, or selfish especially if they’re extroverts (since there are always new ‘conquests’), the introverts may prefer a stable uncomplicated setup.

Analita... eh that word sounds too much like a fancy term for buttsex imma just gonna say “Analytic Love.”, meaning something in the direction of ‘fascination’, yet more specific than that. These folks are typically reserved and try to analyze the object of their fascination from the distance, with a marked intellectual component - They try to understand how the other person “works”, that is to analyze their behavior and find connections betwenn their actions and reactions. The goal is to have the partner “figured out” by means of building a logical model of them, but when something doesn’t quite fit into it, they might just pique their curiosity even more and lead them to make futher observations to “observe” that model, which often has an abstracting-generalizing nature - indeed folks for whom this is a they have an idea of what a relationshgip should be like in terms of guiding logical principles on which they may not readily compromise - they’re looking to balance both their physical desires and intellectual needs and are drawn to people who are dynamic enough to be interesting to them, yet consistent enough. so even though they don’t idealize the partner or relationship the way some of the more ‘dynamic-feelsy’ flavors do, they can be picky and liable to dissapointment.

A/N: I do think that these are Things and that there should be words for these. I was actually looking for a word for the later or perhaps something more general than that. I mean these definitions are ovsl. a bit too tailor-made for what he was gonna do with them, but I do think he’s onto something more universal there.

But why, why couldn’t he pick something that sounds less like “Anal”? I finally find a word for this and then I can’t use it, because butt.

So what was this dudes’ point?`Well, he though that each function came with a characteristic type or range of them feels and therefore an affinity to a characteristic flavor in their attachments.

In particular, he drew these associations:

The Theory

Victoria and Se. Because socionics Se is aggrotastic anyways; There’s sure a tendency strive toward status, mastery/competition and stimulation/ excitement that is probably reflected in the courtship process as it is everywhere else.

Eros and Si - Largely drawing this connection because of the ‘sensual’ aspect, but also note that SJs tend to seek a harmony in both a physical and feelsy sense resulting in great loyalty and a willingness to overlook some of the partner’s flaws for the sake of stability and work to and create a nice environment for them, if anything they may try to adapt their partner to their needs - that said if they do not find the desired harmony, they will get dissapointed and part ways with their partner easily.

Philia and Ne - Bond will be based on a kinship of ideas, interests and motives and an underlying friendship with a sense of deep respect and understanding. A relatively selective mechanism that primarily unites like-minded people and stimulates growth of capability. To these folks equality is very important, so coercion or dictates and won’t remain loyal to anyone who dissapoints them, and, if the parther is too different in their thinking or doesn’t meet their expectations, they part ways without much regret.

Storge and Fi. A tenderness that includes deep understanding and compassion, complete with the ability to compromise and smooth over disagreement. These folks will characteristiclyshow much solidarity to their partner, leniency towards their shortcommings and a general striving toward a harmonious, stable, pleasant and laid-back style of interaction. It’s mostly about a connection of the sould more than anything else, but its crucial that the partner shows sensitivity.

Agape and Ni - Because they’re all abstrac-y and conceptual I guess.

Analita and Ti - Well yeah, he clearly made it up to fit this b/c he didn’t find a more fitting word in literature - that said he’s already heavily bending the definitions with some of these. (especially eros & Storge, for exam,ple; That’s not rly what was originally meant by that though I guess I see where he sees the applicability)

Pragma and Te - Choses partner by sober, pragmatic and ‘sensible’ parameters. Though the importance given to one’s personal priorities can be read as ‘egocentric’ , these folks are in fact oriented toward a ‘fair’ balance of giving and receiving, and presumes that one respect and understands the partner; There is a strivng toward the satisfaction of mutual interests.

Mania and Fe - desire for prolonged emotional intensity and exaggerated valuation of the relationship. This can be a a dramatic, demanding, evem possesive feeling with a fierce desire for complete reciprocation, but is at the same time capable of great compromise sacrifice and endurance. These are the sort of couples that argue a lot as changeable, dynamic, momentary moods play a big role.

Then, of course, it does was socionics often does and spends the greater part of the article bending into a pretzel in order to hamfist perfectly fine observations or ideas in that forced duality framework.

For the last time, Mister, I am NOT marrying an ESFJ!

(No offense to the ESFJs. I’m pretty sure they would want to marry me even less, especially since this Meged guy recommends that you do all the household chores for me like TF? How can “One person does all the work” remotely considered a functioning relationship?)

My 2cents

Hm...

I mean there are 2 basic ideas in here that I think should be differiented here -

A - that functions, especially the ego block functions, influence bonding behavior in specific ways and that it’s worth exploring what those specificificities are.

B - that those specifics are as postulated above, and that doesn’t have me wholly convinced.

Amusingly enough it seems to fit my priorities pretty well where my own main functions are considered - part of me is relieved to see that there’s a word for the Ti thing & how it’s actually very different to what the Te folks have going on, “logical principles” feature in more as general laws of whats fair & reasonable & you might pursue a not wholly reasonable in a Te sense connection because it’s interesting - in a way its closer to what Fi ppl do in that sense of wanting to “understand” the other person, but also very different in some parts, especially in the lack of that idealization Fi sometimes has - Your average TP is probably very aware of their loved ones’ character flaws, doesn’t place any exaggerated importance on relationships and won’t take anyone’s side just because they like them - it depends on wether they’re right or wrong, after all.

But IDK about the rest.

Many of the Fi users I know would indeed be in the “cute and stable” flavor of bonding and likewise I’ve encountered some SPs who were very much natural tops or Ni doms with a hidden romantic side (which I’d blamed on tert Fi TBH) but I’d hesitate to make that generalization - We can think of Fi users what we’d rather sort into the Mania or Agape categories, with the Fe users yeah the dramatic sort exist but the “reasonable, reliable, srz bzness” ones that would go in a Pragma or Agape direction are probably the majority and the Si one doesn’t seem to make sense at all?

What do you guys think? After all I don’t really have first hand experience with, say, a high Si user’s POV.

Random idea/speculation:

Could this be an enneagram thing instead, again with a proportionality related to stuff like wings & trifixes?

1 - Agape

2 - Eros

3 - Pragma

4 - Mania

5 - Analita.

6 - Storge.

7 - Ludus

8 - Victoria

9 - Philia

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mnm-inc-miles · 5 years ago

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MAY 3 - JULY 26, 2019

Elliot blinked, his eyes trying desperately to adjust to the darkness. His body aches and as he went to stand he could feel himself fold over unnaturally. Upon looking at himself he saw his insides slowly pouring from his abdomen. His eyes widened in horror as he tried to scoop himself back together. Feeling his knees weaken, he buckled under the sheer magnitude of his situation and fell to the ground. Looking around desperately he saw a small blueish glow moving toward him.

As the figure approached, his face stern and unmoving, he reached down and offered a hand. Elliot was hesitant but took the extension and pulled himself up. “You’ve seen better days,” the voice spoke in a cold emotionless tone.

“I...” Elliot breathed as he took in the image of the other man. He was very tall and muscular, he had a dark beard and glowing eyes, his lips held in a stern scowl. Upon his head sat a golden crown. It began to sink in just who in fact he was. Hades. “Am I dead?” Elliot tried thinking about the last thing he remembered. Moving to Greece, trying desperately to pray, to appeal to the Gods and find one willing to help him get rid of his father’s grasp on his body and mind. Then he vaguely remembered another visit from Ares...

“You are one determined soul,” the voice spoke with almost a hint of admiration.

“Hades?” Elliot was fairly certain due to the crown but he knew there were other deities that also inhabited the underworld.

The man before him gave a nod then lifted Elliot up by the hand he had grasped, and with his free hand, ran his fingers along Elliot’s open wounds. “Son of Ares, grandson to my power hungry entitled brother Zeus.” A twinge of jealousy riddled in the words he spoke, at the same time Elliot felt his wounds heal. “Welcome to the underworld.”

Hades had explained to Elliot that he resisted his father but it came at the cost of his own life. And though Hades admired his fight and took pity on his plight, he was not in charge of where souls ended up once entering the underworld. Minos, Rhadamanthus, and Aeacus were the ones to determine which souls were worthy of the Elysian Fields, Asphodel Meadows, or Tartarus. Minos, the one in charge of the final decision, didn’t seem to care that toward the end of his life Elliot tried to resist his darkness and desires to kill, and even fought to undo the wrongs of his father. Hades explained that Minos still felt Tartarus was a deserving afterlife for the young demi-god. But Hades, as ruler of the underworld has some considerable pull and he took an interest in the younger male, offering him a deal.

With every deal there was a catch, Elliot knew that but he listened anyway. Hades was bored and he loved interacting with humans, he felt they had the most interesting stories and perspectives. Most gods shared this perspective it seemed. He was also impulsive and when he had a thought he was often quick to act upon it. So he promised Elliot either rebirth which was granted on rare occasions that Hades deemed worthy; or reintroduction to the world just as he was, which wasn’t as easy a trick to perform. Rebirth, Hades assured him, would rid Elliot of his father’s hold and he would get to start over. Reintroduction would come at great cost for Hades and so the same for Elliot, but would still allow for Ares to taunt and use him. The price was to convince a few (or more depending on the choice) humans to eat the food while in the underworld and be bound there for eternity. Elliot told him he couldn’t make such a deal, it wasn’t fair, and Hades laughed. Snapping his fingers he sent Elliot straight to Tartarus. “Call me when you’ve changed your mind.”

~~~~~~~~ 3 MONTHS LATER ~~~~~~~~

Elliot spent just shy of three torturous months in Tartarus. Every morning he was beaten awake by the furies with whips and snakes. Then later each day he was forced to battle the giant serpent monster by the name of Typhon, always ending in the serpent sinking his massive fangs into his flesh and sucking him dry of blood. It was an incredibly painful ordeal. When he wasn’t fighting Typhon he watched his suffering neighbors carry out their own tasks. On his right walked a large number of women carrying jugs to fill a bath that was supposed to wash away the sins of murdering their husband, but the task was never able to be completed as the bath was cracked and the water would always leak out. Not far off beyond them he saw a giant who’s body was torn apart day after day by two vultures. On his left he saw a man push a massive boulder to the top of a large hill with the promise of being released from the underworld once the boulder made it to the other side. But every time he got to the top it would only roll back down and he’d have to repeat the task. Elliot constantly heard cries of anguish and screams of pain, which left him with little to no sleep each night. Not that day and night were distinguishable from one another; after a short while being there it all blended together.

Eventually he felt himself breaking, his mentality to stay and suffer this injustice was no longer something he could stand. “Hades!” Elliot shouted once more for the lord of the underworld. “Great and powerful Hades, I have a proposal.”

Appearing before him in a cloud of blue smoke was the god of the underworld himself, stoic and unemotional as ever. “Tired of playing in Tartarus?” He spoke, no sarcasm just a cold matter of fact statement. “Perhaps Typhon doesn’t make a good playmate.”

“All the above, and I don’t exactly love the neighbors,” He exhaled bitterly. “I was wondering if we could talk...come to an agreement. Something I can live with but also appeases you.”

“You want to change the terms of the deal I offered?” Hades boomed, his image growing, challenging Elliot’s brawn.

Elliot barely shivered as the god’s size increased, but stood his ground. “Yes. I think I have something you want. If you could do it yourself you wouldn’t have asked me to make a deal.”

Hades narrowed his eyes than snapped his fingers and suddenly Elliot was sitting at a table with a huge feast. “Enjoy yourself while we talk.” Beside Hades was a large three headed dog, the one that often guards the entrance to the underworld to prevent people from entering or escaping. He growled viciously before lapping up raw meat from three bowls.

“It looks wonderful, but I am well aware that eating the food of the underworld traps you for eternity.”

“Elliot, son of Ares, you are already dead. Therefore you are already trapped for eternity. Might as well enjoy yourself while we negotiate terms.” Raising a brow and wondering a moment if this was the case, Elliot decided he really did have nothing to lose, and he was in fact starving. They didn’t feed you in Tartarus, not unless it had something to do with your punishment perhaps, though he hadn’t quite noticed his hunger then.

After having eaten some Elliot somehow found himself hungrier than ever, then sighed figuring it was the effects of eating Hades food. So he redirected his attention back to the god himself. “Send me back to Earth and I will personally bring you 4 people, one for each week in a month that will dine with you for a night and you can talk until your hearts content, but then send them back to earth when you’re done.”

“Release...them? Why...why ever would I do that?”

“Let me let you in on a little secret, people are only interesting when they are living their lives. Trap them down here for eternity and their light will grow as dark as the underworld itself.”

“Like...Persephone...” Hades spoke with affection toward his wife, who only joins him in the underworld for 7 weeks out of the year.

“Basically, yes. This way, you have endless stories to be shared and no broken toys.”

“I do like this plan,” Hades nodded. “Alright, you’ve convinced me.” Elliot’s head cocked, wondering if it would really be that easy. “Though I have an amendment. I want 8 people, for one week out of each month. And in return I shall have you reborn.”

“Actually, I quite like my life as it is now...I’d really like to resume it.”

“Even with Ares looming over your head?”

“I’ll admit I want to get rid of that burden, but I’ll figure out a way. Maybe you could get me in touch with Aphrodite, I think she often takes pity on me.”

Hades laughed, “My dear boy, I doubt it is pity she feels for you. Goddess of love, with looks like yours? She may want more from you than offerings. But of all the choices Aphrodite might be one of your best against Ares.”

“I guess we’ll see.” At least Elliot knew now he was on the right track and that the world of the Greek Gods wasn’t entirely lost after all.

“I can’t put you in touch with her, sadly. Most of the other gods don’t associate much with me. Which is why I get so lonely sometimes...especially when my wife...”

“Well I can help with that, can you return me to earth as I am now?” He would simply have to take this step by step. Anything to get him out of Tartarus.

Hades thought for a moment, “There is a mountain of gold I’d like you to steal for me. I shall loan you my Helm of Darkness to aid you in the task. Wearing it will make you invisible.”

“And how do I carry this said mountain back to you?” Sarcasm dripping from his lips.

Hades offered a smile, “You have a lot of attitude for a man in my debt.”

“They way I see it, you haven’t really done anything for me to put me in your debt. The deal benefits you before it benefits me.”

“Fair point, but I’m always true to my word. Ask Persephone. She’ll tell you.” Hades beamed with pride for a moment then snapped his fingers. A blue cloud of smoke and suddenly a small sack was in his hand. “For you, it’s bottomless. Though it’s a bit broken so the weightlessness might not be working fully.”

“Of course it is,” Elliot sighed.

“While you’re on this mission you will bring me ten people and I will pick the eight I find most interesting.” Hades nodded to put the stamp of finality on the statement.

Elliot closed his eyes, and decided to see how badly Hades needed this gold and these people, then opened with a rebuttal. “That is far too many. I had said I could bring you four.”

“I am Hades!”

“I know. And I have the means of supplying you with gold and a few people for entertainment. But you are asking too much of me.”

“Too much of the son of Ares!?”

“Too much of anyone with humanity.” Hades eyed him for a moment and Elliot sighed. “Send me back to Tartarus if you must, because I cannot fulfill such a grand request.”

“Bring me eight people.”

“Four.”

“Bring me eight and I’ll choose four people who stay and release the rest.” Elliot thought for a moment and realized he had no bargaining chips left and agreed to the deal.

~~~~~~~~ A week later ~~~~~~~~

Elliot managed to steal the gold Hades asked of him without much trouble thanks to the helmet. Gathering 8 people for him to choose from would be a whole other battle. But these were people who barely mattered so he wasn’t going to fight the issue. He needed to get back to Christian and his life.

A young woman stood staring at a street sign, confused; she was clearly a tourist. A pang of guilt hit him but Elliot pressed on. “Excuse me miss, but you look lost.” He turned up the charm and offered her a reassuring smile.

“I’m trying to find the river styx?” Her eyes were a soft hazel but there was something wild and familiar about them.

“Why would you want to do that?” Elliot spoke. He was honest in the statement, the river of hate being a terrible place to find yourself. But he recovered quickly, “Why just the river when you can tour all of the underworld.”

Her eyes widened, “Oh you don’t say! How much is that going to cost?”

“Possibly nothing, possibly part of your life.” He said it very seriously, as if daring her to be scared and turn to flee. She did not.

“That sounds wonderful I have 8 people in mind for the adventure.”

“What?” Elliot asked, confused. Suddenly the woman before him transformed into Miles and laughed maniacally.

“You didn’t think I’d let you choose people of no worth did you? No, that would be no fun for me.” Before Elliot could argue Miles opened his hand, eight tiny people were dazed and clinging to him. Miles gave a mighty blow and the 8 people along with Elliot were suddenly transported back to the underworld.

In the frenzy everyone fell from above into scattered locations. Oliver and Rob had landed upon the shore near a boat with Elliot. Donald landed just before Cerberus who proceeded to lunge and tear into his skin with his many jaws. He scrambled to get away as Ted reached a hand in Donald’s direction to pull him free. Not far from them Lena screamed as she was being pulled down by foreign hands in a river. Donald leapt to his feet and dove head first into the river of screaming souls. Ted sighed, finding the move impulsive but followed him to the edge to help pull them free. It took Donald a while to pull his head back above the water and when he did he howled in pain. Flesh eating worms squirming in and out of his wounds. Jack landed on solid ground near a body of water that was covered in flames. He soothed himself by quietly singing “lake of fire” hoping someone would find him and together they could find a way out. Wil landed in a body of water hard, knocking the wind out of him, and he was left floating on his back. Chet splashed into a river and swam through its mirky black depths screaming in pain. His soul was filled with the darkness of the hate the river spewed and as Chet pulled himself upon the land he could hear the mournful cries of the souls around him. He tore off his clothes as they burned his skin and he retreated into himself, covering his body.

Elliot looked around and called out to Oliver and Rob, “Hey, are you two alright?”

Rob stood and looked over at Elliot, “What the heck is happening? Where are we?”

“Elliot...you’re okay!?” Oliver stared in surprise.

He gave them a nod, “That’s a loaded question...look, climb aboard, we have to find the others. There has to be a way to escape...”

“Escape where, what’s going on Elliot?” Oliver asked, looking around nervously.

“The underworld, I made a deal with Hades, but somehow Miles got involved and complicated it. So I’m hoping to come up with a plan B. But we need to find the others first, and already I can see just across the lake toward Archeron, there’s a few people. But we need to hurry.”

“Archeron?” Oliver asked as he climbed into the boat. Rob followed, watching Elliot suspiciously and wondering just what this deal entailed.

“River of woe,” Elliot added. He began rowing and avoided eye contact with Rob who was intensely staring him down. Just as Oliver was about to ask another question Elliot interrupted. “I’d rather not answer a million questions right now...we’re on a bit of a time crunch.”

“Yes well it seems your what got us pulled into this mess,” Rob added. “Miles or not, it has to do with you, so I wouldn’t be short with us.”

“Help! Over ‘ere, we’re over ‘ere,” a voice yelled in a thick British accent. Elliot saw Ted waving his long arms above his head on the shore. Beside him was Donald sitting up but doubled over, gritting his teeth in pain and splashed with blood. On the ground next to him was an unconscious Lena. “Elliot, hi...” Ted actually sounded relieved to see him. “Mate, what the heck is happening? I fink...are we in hell right now?”

“Sort of,” Oliver offered. “Hades underworld apparently, so I guess Elliot’s hell.”

“What happened?” Elliot moved passed Oliver’s statements, choosing to ignore correcting him. “Is Lena alright?”

“She has a pulse,” Ted gave a nod.

“Did you dive in with open wounds?” Elliot asked Donald as he pulled the boat fully to shore. Ted answered for him and Elliot sighed. “That’s going to sting a while.”

“Ya think?” Donald growled, then added bitterly, “I couldn’t let her drown...”

“Probably should have asked Ted to do it,” Elliot stated.

“Yeah well, felt like we didn’t have a lot of time for discussion and also how the fuck was I supposed to know...”

“You couldn’t tell by the souls pulling her down it wasn’t an ordinary river?” Elliot interrupted his rant. “Let’s go, get in. We still have three other people to find before we can get out of here.”

“Do you have any idea where to look?” Oliver asked, concern lacing his deep voice.

“Do you ever stop?” Elliot growled.

“Listen man,” Rob snapped, reaching a strong hand across the boat and grabbing Elliot’s shirt collar. “I’m about sick of your attitude. These are valid concerns and unlike you, most of us aren’t familiar with this god damn place. So you either narrate your plans to avoid people’s questions or just suck it up and answer a few. Got it?”

“I really...I don’t think fighting will help,” Ted stuttered.

“Guys...I think I hear someone...singing...” Oliver suddenly stated and pointed in the opposite direction they were rowing.

Elliot looked across the lake at another river called Phlegethon. “Well,” he sighed. “The only way there is to continue down this river, threw the marsh and toward the River Styx. Which...is where we need to go anyway if we want to navigate out of here. Hopefully we get everyone else along the way. I’m guessing we all fell pretty close to one another.” He paused a moment and looked at Lena. “How’s she doing?”

Ted tucked her hair behind her ear and offered a slight shrug. “She was stirring a bit earlier...what...was that? The river of woe you said?”

Elliot nodded. “There are lost souls there filled with nothing but pain and anyone living who steps foot in the waters feels their pain as well as their own.”

“What a miserable river...” Ted crooned.

“It is the underworld...” Donald sighed. “Not sure what you expected.”

“The underworld consists of nicer places too. It’s not just hell.” Elliot stated as they pushed their way through the marsh. “Hey!” He shouted when the voice subsided. “Can you hear me? Where are you?”

Jack heard the other shouting and quickly stood up. He saw the boat in the distance and began towards it. He was nervous but the closer he got the more he recognized the people of board.

“Hey kid,” Rob smiled warmly as they neared the rivers edge. “Reach out, I’ll take your hands and help you over.” Jack listened because he wanted to get as far away from the fire and screams as he could. “You alright? You hurt at all?”

“No, not at all. Just freaked out. This place is fuel for nightmares. Where are we?”

“Hades, otherwise known as the underworld,” Rob stated as Elliot rowed on. “Seen anyone else around?”

“No...” said Jack, feeling useless. “God; I heard screaming but I kinda think that comes with the territory...”

“I think you’re probably right,” Ted nodded, acknowledging the current soundtrack that surrounded them.

“I see something,” Donald pointed across the way just along the shore of the river. “I think that’s...”

“River...” Ted nodded. “Poor mate, look at ‘im, doesn’t look like he’s wearing anyfing...I hope he’s awright...”

“Chet!” Elliot called out. “Hey, Chet; we’re coming for you, are you hurt?”

Rob stood and went to step out to help him when Elliot pulled him back in. “I wouldn’t,” he warned. “Styx is also known as the river of hate; not a good place to get your feet wet. We’ll pull up close, you can help him in.”

“He has no clothes,” Rob stated, annoyed.

“He fucks people in the open Rob, I think he can hop into the boat without loosing too much modesty.” Rob looked as if he was ready to punch Elliot when Jack took a hand and interlocked it with Rob’s. Turning to look at the younger male, they locked eyes a moment and Jack gave his hand a squeeze. “Are you okay?” Elliot asked again.

“I think so...” Chet nodded as he stood covering his manhood. “I ugh...I think it’s made of acid...or something...” Rob reached over and helped the other into the boat. It rocked unsteadily under their weight. “Oh...oh man; is this thing going to hold us?”

“It’s fine,” Elliot stated as some water splashed in from the side. Chet gave a yelp as he moved away from it. Sighing, Elliot lifted the bag of gold and gave it a hefty toss onto the river bank. The boat suddenly lifted, the water level on the sides falling away.

“What was that?” Donald asked, eyeing the small bag as they continued their journey.

“Where are we?” Chet added to the question.

“Hades,” Elliot and a handful of people said at once. A slight pause as some tension eased, everyone thinking the same thing about their ridiculous situation. Then Elliot continued. “That was gold in a broken magic bag.” He did a head count and asked, “We’re still missing someone, does anyone know who it was? We’re running out of time...”

“Wilson,” Oliver stated, matter-of-factly.

“I have your friend,” a voice boomed. “You weren’t thinking of trying to escape were you, son of Ares?”

“I hate that he calls me that,” Elliot seethed under his breathe. “Hades!” He spoke aloud. “Hey; so good hearing from you. So turns out getting here was really hard, I had to put your gold down on the shores of Styx because I didn’t want this rickety boat to sink with all these people in it...”

“What’s going on?” Oliver asked. “Elliot...is this the guy you made a deal with that involves us?”

“I didn’t know it would involve you,” Elliot barked. He redirected his attention, knowing there was no more chance at escape. “Hey do you mind doing that finger snap trick of yours and getting us all back to your palace in one piece? Maybe get some clothes for my one friend here?”

A cloud of blue smoke surrounded them and suddenly they were inside, beside a table of food that looked Devine. Chet now wore a toga that was made from what felt like an itchy potato sack.

“We can’t eat any of this food right?” Oliver asked as he eyed some macaroons.

“Um...no, I wouldn’t,” Elliot spoke. “Hades!” He called out but no answer. “Don’t...touch anything, I need to find Hades.”

“Um...Elliot,” Oliver began.

“What,” Elliot spoke, annoyed but trying not to show it. Oliver pointed in the direction of a chair at the end of the table. In it sat a familiar face about to eat an apple from the table. It was Wil. Suddenly an arrow shot through the air and knocked the apple from Wil’s hand.

“Phoenix,” Elliot spoke in surprise. “How did you get here?”

“I have ways,” Phoenix stated. He looked a little worse for wear, probably had battled Cerberus to even make it into the underworld. “Nobody eat the food. You eat it and you’re stuck here for eternity. Wil, are you alright?”

“I uh...I think so yeah.” He paused, now realizing how close he’d been to spending forever in the Greek version of hell. “The man that pulled me from the river said I should...make myself comfortable...”

“Well don’t, we’re not staying.”

“You’re not leaving either,” Hades spoke as he appeared in a cloud of blue smoke. “Not until I get my four humans.”

“You’re not keeping anyone here against their will,” Phoenix spoke.

“That’s not up to you.” Hades smirked slightly. “The son of Ares has made a deal...”

“With lives that aren’t his to forfeit the rights of, and if he doesn’t pull through then the deals off.”

“Phoenix...” growled Elliot. “Hades, would you please give us just a moment.” He grabbed the younger male by the arm and pulled him aside. “First of all, you can’t just leave me here.”

“You got yourself into this mess...”

“You’ll bring Ed back from a mental institution where he probably belongs but you’ll leave me here in the underworld!?” He kept his voice to a harsh whisper.

“I have a feeling you belong here too Elliot. Also; I only brought Ed back because he was the only person who could help Cam. What’s the benefit of bringing you back?”

Elliot eyed him for a moment, wondering if the dislike stemmed from his relationship with Abigail at one point in time. He took a deep breathe and instead of fighting the younger male Elliot decided to appeal to the hero in him. “Phoenix,” he began to plead. “You can’t leave me here man, you know you can’t. It’s not fair...it’s not the right thing to do...”

“Elliot this might be out if my control. Okay? I...I don’t know how you got into this situation...”

“I tried to resist my father using me as a vessel to kill people and ended up dying for it. If that isn’t an action deserving of redemption...”

“Maybe you’re right but this realm is outside my jurisdiction.”

“Most things are,” Elliot spat bitterly. “Look, you’ve no idea who you’re messing with here. Hades is one of the three most powerful Gods in existence. He’s not going to let these people go without a fight. And a fight means bloodshed Phoenix, you really want more of that on your hands? Or do you want me to sweet talk him into a deal of some kind?”

“A deal that involves leaving some people behind? I don’t think so.”

“This isn’t an all or nothing situation Phoenix. It’s either save some, or likely none at all. You can’t fight him, he’s a fucking god. A literal god. Not self proclaimed, not demi, a full blown out of his mind supreme ruler of the god damn underworld. He has you beat, now you have to make the best out of a bad situation. I tried to get everyone together and leave before he noticed, but it didn’t work. So here we are.”

“Enough!” Boomed Hades before clicking his staff on the ground. “I have made my decision.” He began by pointing his staff at Donald. “You must stay, she can go...she’s weak and as beautiful as she is my wife would kill her if she found out she was here. And you...you sound funny...” he cocked his head as he pointed at Ted.

“Thank God for that,” Ted muttered under his breathe. Donald was sitting beside Lena who was just beginning to wake. He sat quietly and waited to hear how things went before freaking out.

“Too old,” Hades stared pointing at Rob. Then slowly be moved close to Oliver. His body emitting a blue glow as he admired the other. “You are a beautiful human, my brother Zeus would have a field day with you, he may even offer you a place among the gods.”

“Uh...thanks?” Oliver shrugged. “That’s very kind but I look forward to growing old and eventually dying...”

“Yes,” Hades huffed tediously, clearly bored. “Which leaves the last three. All of whom seem very interesting. Especially this young lad,” Hades mewed, pointing to Wil. “I don’t know any but one who has drank from the river Lethe and not lost his memory. It’s fascinating.”

“You can’t have him,” Phoenix stepped forward, tired of playing into this game.

“So Hades,” Elliot spoke up, getting between both hot heads. “Here’s what’s going on, things got a little more complicated than I anticipated and these people aren’t exactly willing participants.”

“No one wants to willingly stay here!” Hades roared, his frame growing larger as he banged the staff and shook the ground. Many howls became audible in the distance and Elliot could feel the temperature in the room literally rise.

“Can I ask what the catch is,” Chet spoke suddenly and softly. “This whole thing...it’s to benefit Elliot, I assume he’s dead and wants to leave, so...what’s the catch, what do you want from the four of us you’ve chosen?”

Hades stopped growing as he looked at Chet. “You have a double-soul, did you know that?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, blushing slightly and turning on the charm. “It’s a new thing, I don’t understand it myself yet.” He looked affectionately at Hades and offered a warm smile, “So what do you want from us?”

“Just your company,” Hades spoke. “But no one wants to willingly stay here so I have to make it so there is no choice.”

“Maybe this time it can be different. Maybe if we talk amongst ourselves we can decide who wouldn’t mind staying, it’s not forever right?”

“This is bullshit,” Donald spoke. He was still writhing in pain and wanted to just leave so he could be looked at by a doctor. “I’m not spending any amount of time here, doesn’t matter how short it is.”

“You don’t have a CHOICE!” Hades roared once more. “I don’t trust humans to be true to their word. So therefore you each must eat one pomegranate seed which will bind you to the underworld for 1 week out of the year.”

“There’s no way that’s happening,” Phoenix firmly stated. We’re leaving, try to stop us.”

“He’s joking,” Elliot rushed in. “Phoenix, you said it yourself this is not your domain; you don’t get to call the shots. Stop trying to play the hero and actually be one instead.”

Phoenix froze for a moment and looked at Elliot. It dawned on him that the other may be right and that he could not simply walk out of Hades dwellings with everyone and not expect a backlash or casualties. Inhaling deeply he took a step toward Hades. “I will stay with you for four weeks out of a year. If you can’t trust my word I will eat 4 of your seeds.”

“I don’t WANT you,” Hades whined. “Plus just one person is far too boring.”

“I assure you I am far from boring, in fact I have a second persona so if you need change I can offer you that.”

Hades looked at him a moment, intrigued. “Alright then, you can take the place of two people.”

“Wil and Chet,” Phoenix stated, and pointed to each of them.

“No I want these ones most,” Hades declared.

“I will drink from your river and show you the same results as Wil, so you can let him go. As for Chet, why is he so special? The double soul?”

Hades gave an affirmative nod, “and he’s respectful too, and pretty to look at. He’ll be a wonderful subject.”

Phoenix pulled his shirt over his head and took another step closer to Hades. “I have more stories than he’ll ever be able to share even with two souls. These are proof.”

Hades reached a hand out and touched Phoenix gently, tracing the scars and tattoos with great interest. “Very well, you and the other two. The rest are free to leave.”

Rob watched as tears formed in Jack’s eyes, fear overwhelming him. He raised a brow and turned on his own charm. “You’re looking for entertainment?”

Hades narrowed his eyes, “Yes, have you something to offer?”

“Ask anyone here, I might be one of the most entertaining people in this room. I’ll stay a week in place of him,” Rob offered, pointing to Jack. “I know you said I’m old, but that kid scares easily, you’ll only grow frustrated trying to acclimate him here. I assure you I’m a much more fulfilling choice.”

Pondering a moment Hades shrugged, “Why not.” He let out a big yawn, “alright then let’s get on with it. Each of you have your allotted seeds.”

“Oh fuck no,” Donald growled. “I am not a willing participant. Like I said I’m not staying for any amount of time. Period.”

“You will stay if I have to force this seed down your throat.”

“Try it, I dare you,” Donald growled.

Elliot got between them, “Hades, you know you can’t force them. Look I’ll...I’ll stay a week in his place. In fact, I’ll stay two, in place of Rob as well.”

Hades grew quiet and stared at Elliot. “The son of Ares...”

“Elliot,” he offered.

“The grandson of Zeus himself, is willing to join me in the underworld for two weeks out of the year?”

“Sure, if I can pick the two weeks. Maybe end of March and end of September sometime? That doesn’t interfere with your Persephone time either.”

“I like the sound of that.” Hades stated, his hand held out a bunch of pomegranate seeds. “Have your pick.” Elliot picked up two seeds and ate them. Then he offered them to Phoenix who watched Elliot, eyes narrow and angry. Then rolling his eyes and swallowing hard, he took two seeds and ate them. “What weeks will you join me?”

“It doesn’t entirely matter, first week of August and first week of September.”

“Not September, he’s already coming then,” Hades nodded to Elliot. “And not November through February because I’ll be preparing for and joined by Persephone.” Phoenix listed the months in his head and thought of important days and decided upon the first week in October. “Deal.”

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nightmare-in-disguise-as-a-dream · 8 years ago

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The Baron's daughter (SunnyVeil fanfiction)

Summary: “You can’t outrun who you are.”

Prologue

“The wars were so long ago nobody even remembers. Darkness and fear ruled until the time of the barons, eight men and women who forged order out of chaos. People flocked to them for protection. That protection became servitude. They banished guns and trained armies of lethal fighters they called Clippers. This world is built on blood. Nobody is innocent here.

Welcome to the Badlands.”

“Baron!” A clipper called walking into room where his baron resided. He stood firm with his hands planted by his side.

“What is it?” The Baron Micah asked placing a book he held in his hand unto a shelf. He turned towards the clipper.

“Quinn is here. He requests a meeting with you,” The clipper alerted Micah.

“Quinn? That crazy armadillo knows not to come here uninvited,” Micah scowled. He didn’t like Quinn but he could tolerate more than the other barons. “Inform the other clippers to keep their eye out. Where is Demetri?”

“He’s guarding Veil like you asked.”

“And where is Quinn right now?” Micah questioned. The last thing he wanted was for Quinn to run into his daughter. The guy had a way of picking brides every month.

“What would you like me to do about Quinn?” The clipper said to his baron.

“What else, make him wait. It’ll piss him off. Take me to where Veil is. I need Demetri,” Micah ordered the young clipper.

The clipper did a short bow and ushered his Baron over to where the regent and Veil was located. Baron Micah was a man known for not joining into what storm the other Barons were cooking up. Quinn being here only meant he wanted to cause trouble again. The last time he came he wanted to cut the supply of weapons Micah was making for another Baron named the Widow. He knew requesting something like that was forbidden and yet Quinn, in Micah’s own words, “brought his crazy ass unto his property and asked for something like that.”

Each Baron had their own symbol. Something which distinguish them from each other like their outfits. Quinn, was the armadillo and his clipper force wore red. The widow was a butterfly, with a clipper force of girls wearing blue and Micah was a bear with his clippers wearing green.

You never see much of the other Barons unless Quinn and Widow were at war with each other. At one point the other five Barons considered killing the both of them but they would have to fight over who gets the abandoned land afterwards. It would be a killing spree.

Micah arrived outside his home towards the gardens he created for his deceased wife. She had a thing for flowers so he dedicated this to her as his final gift. He heard laughter coming from his one and only child Veil, his daughter. She looked exactly like her mother, beautiful as can be.

Veil sat in the gardens surrounded by flowers whilst reading a book. The regent, Demetri stood tall by her side.

“Veil!” Micah called walking over to her.

Veil jumped out of her thoughts from the mention of her name. She looked to the direction she heard it from and saw her father standing in the gardens with a clipper beside him.

“Baron,” Demetri saluted.

Veil stood up now as her father neared her.

“I need you to go inside for a little while. Just shortly,” Micah told his daughter.

Worry filled Veil’s face. “Why, what’s wrong? Father?”

Micah thought over if he should let her know. “Quinn is here. Who knows what he wants. Just stay out of sight. You,” He pointed to the clipper who brought him to her. “Escort Veil to her room and Demetri, I need you to come with me now!”

Veil watched as her father left her alone with the clipper.

“Thi-”

Veil smiled cutting him off. “I know the way thank you.”

The clipper straightened up his clothes and didn't’ utter another word.

Veil did as she was told and returned to her room alone without the clipper as she didn’t feel the need to have an escort. If only her father knew who was there waiting for her.

“Ryder,” She greeted her old childhood friend. They use to play with each other when they were really young and her father use to take her to Quinn’s fort but then her father distanced himself from the other Barons and she never saw Ryder as much as she did as a child. Most people in the badlands almost forgot Micah had a daughter.

“Old friend,” Ryder greeted with a smug look on his face.

“Why are you here? Keeping an eye on your father I presume,” Veil said resting the book she was reading earlier down on a table in her room.

“More of making sure he doesn’t keep me out of the loop.”

“And yet you are in my room and not with him and my father?” Veil replied amused.

Ryder glared at her. “You are too smart for your own good.”

“Really?” She whispered walking up and down her room bored. She stopped by her window where she could see the small group of clippers Quinn brought.

Veil examined all of them. They stood proud in their red uniforms. She never understood why anyone would be so proud to kill for anyone. Not even her father’s clippers.

She noticed one clipper amongst them stood out. He was ordering them around so she knew then he must be the regent.

“Why isn’t the regent with your father?” She turned around and asked Ryder.

“Who knows what my father is up to after all aren't I here with you. My father treats Sunny like that’s his damn son.”

Veil didn’t want to listen to anymore of Ryder’s jealousy and glanced back down at the regent whom she now knew was named Sunny. This man was supposedly the deadliest clipper in the badlands? He did seem dangerous. She stood examining his features a little more when for a slight second she could have sworn he looked into the direction of the window she was looking out of and met her eyes. She however never moved away from the window and stood her ground until Sunny looked away.

She breathed out when he looked away as her heart was rushing. That man was very dangerous indeed.

“Why are you so interested with the clippers,” Ryder suddenly started interrupting her moment.

“Can’t a girl look,” Veil smiled sweetly.

“Not a barons daughter.”

So this was the prologue. The other chapters won’t be this short. I’ll go into more detail on these new characters and the conversation between Micah and Quinn next chapter. Just a reminder this story is following exactly season 1 & 2 just with a whole other things changed.

@purpleandpinkhouses @yearof76 @yes-everhopeful @yes-ray-watts-universe @monnegronose @gleebee @vilseck317

#amc into the badlands #sunnyveil #fanfiction #intothebadlandsfic #itbquinn #AMC #itbryder #itbsunny #itbveil

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ponticle · 8 years ago

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Day 1: Wednesday, 2/1, Living Together (Alistair x Anders, Modern AU)

[Read it on Ao3]

[Challenge Masterpost]

Chapter Summary: Six months after Anders and Alistair almost broke up, they're trying to make their relationship work. Rated M: implied sex, language. Under a cut for length.

[14 days of sequential chapters. Anders' POV, first person, present tense.] (Timeline note: this takes place six months after the second chapter of the main story: Coffee Shop, which was six months after the first multi-day challenge: 12 Days of Anderstair.)

Wednesday, February 1st

The next six months don’t pass as smoothly. I give up my apartment right after that first fight and everything seems okay at first, but we can’t sustain it. Every time his phone rings, I am consumed by jealousy and terror. He’s sweet about it for a while. He reassures me every chance he gets. But eventually, he feels attacked and withdraws from me. We keep up the act in public—we don't want our friends to know—but at home we’re having problems.

“You just have to give me time, Al,” I growl.

He sighs and rolls away from me. We're sweaty and breathless and I want him more than anything, but I just can't.

“Al…” I curl in behind his back and pull on his shoulder, “I'm sorry…”

“You don't have to be sorry…” he mumbles. What I can see of his face is miserable looking.

“I just… can't…”

Since we moved in together, nothing has been normal. We made arrangements that very afternoon after he told me...after I thought my life was ending. With imminent destruction seemingly averted, we kissed and made love and breathed into each other. It seemed like we were going to emerge from this hazy nightmare unscathed. I was completely moved in by the following week.

That's when the trouble started. The minute I didn't have an apartment to escape back to, it occurred to me that I was sleeping in a crime scene. I disposed of all the bedding immediately. Next, I rearranged the furniture. When that didn't help, I spent a week sleeping at Isabela's. I claimed she was ill and Fen was away on a business trip. Eventually, though, I had to come back—since then, every night has been a varying degree of stange.

Sometimes, we pretend we’re fine. Sometimes we fuck fervently enough that we forget… That’s what we’re trying to do tonight, only I can’t do it. Sometimes, my body just refuses to let me live this lie.

“What can I do for you, Andy?” he asks.

I shake my head against the skin of his shoulder. I have no idea. “Nothing… I'm going to be fine… I just need some time to sort out how—how to be here with you… now…”

He turns over to face me. When he reaches around my waist and pulls me close, I feel myself recoil.

“I’ll do whatever you need me to…” he says.

“I just… need some time…”

We drift off to sleep without another word. There really isn’t anything to say. I’m already beating myself up for sending mixed signals—whatever that means. And the reality is, we’re getting worse with time—not better.

In the morning, I wake up before him and sneak through my morning routine. I’m out on the subway platform before I even really register that I’m a human in the world.

“Hey, Isabela,” I say. She’s, uncharacteristically, right next to me.

“Oh, hey,” she smiles. “What are you up to?”

“Just heading to work, you?”

“Same,” she shivers and rubs her shoulders. “I think I’m going to die of exposure…”

I smile. “Maybe if you’d wear a coat…” It’s one of the coldest, snowiest winters on record.

“Want to meet me at the hanged man later?” she asks.

I nod as we step onto the train. The ride passes uneventfully. She tells me all about a plan she has to market her new hat shop. After the hats I gave her last Christmas she was inspired and started an etsy, which took off and led to a brick and mortar storefront. It’s all very hipstery.

“I’ll see you tonight, Andy!” she calls.

Anders: We’re at the Hanged Man—want to meet me?

Alistair: I actually made plans with a few friends in the department…

Anders: okay…

Alistair: I’ll see you later, though?

Anders: sure… I’ll be home in a couple hours.

Isabela and I find a quiet little spot at the end of the bar. When we aren’t here with the whole group, this is our favorite place to sit.

“Is he coming?” asks Isabela.

“Not tonight—he's hanging out with some friends from work…” I explain. I'm trying to make it sound like I don’t care. I haven’t expressed my nervousness about the fact that I don’t know who his friends from work are. I also haven’t admitted that I'm terrified every time he’s out of my sight. I'm letting it fester below the surface until I can't stand it anymore—I'm really good at internalizing.

“What friends?” Isabela perks up on her stool at the bar. “Anyone cute?”

“What do you care?” I roll my eyes. “Isn't Fen enough for you?”

“Yeah… but I have eyes…” she laughs. “Any hot lady-doctors?”

I laugh, “You know, I think they’re just called ‘doctors’ when they’re women too…”

She giggles devilishly.

“I don't actually know, though—if any of them are hot… I know they’re called doctors,” I laugh.

“What do you mean? You've lost the ability to see anyone but Alistair?” she laughs haughtily.

“No… I haven't met most of them…”

“Really?” she looks incredulous.

Her reaction makes me feel a little nervous. I’m trying to stay cool, but in the aftermath of this Cullen debacle, everything is a possible fight in the making.

“Well… we’re always so busy hanging out with you guys,” I laugh meagerly.

“I don’t know, Andy,” she’s squinting into her drink. “It sounds like it might be time to make a plan…”

“Why?”

“Because he could be leading a double life,” she says dramatically. “What if he has a wife and two kids?”

“Isabela…” I want to laugh because, clearly, she’s joking, but I’m not any more ready to laugh at jokes like that than I am to have sex with Alistair, apparently.

“Okay, maybe not… but he is a hot piece of ass, Andy…” she teases, “I’d stake my claim if I were you…”

We laugh and drink and eventually head our separate ways, but I’m thinking about what she said all the way home.

Before I know it, I’m walking up to my apartment building. A bright red sports car is idling in the fire lane. I watch disinterestedly as the passenger door opens and a man’s leg protrudes.

“Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow,” says a voice I know.

I’m still 50 feet away, in a dark spot against the brick of my building, but I whirl and realize it’s Alistair.

He’s laughing. “I know… that’s insane… we’ll talk more soon!” he hesitates—leaning back into the car for a minute—before emerging, “Thanks again…” He turns toward the front door and ducks inside.

I know I shouldn’t be worried—he told me he would be out—but I watch the car pull out of the parking lot and try to get a good look at its driver. It’s some sort of wildly attractive man with a mustache, who I feel like I’ve seen before. I jog to catch Alistair in the lobby.

When I get inside, he’s leaning into our mailbox. “Hey, Sweetie…” he smiles.

“Hi,” I wrap him in a desperate-feeling hug. “How are you?”

Also, who was that really hot guy who just dropped you off?

“Good… you?” he asks, flipping through junk mail.

“Fine… Isabela and I missed you…” I mumble, hitting the elevator call button.

“Oh yeah?” he hasn’t looked up at me, but he’s smiling.

The elevator doors open and we step in. He hits 5 immediately. “I need to take a quick shower… I’m wicked gross…” he laughs and makes a sour face at his clothing.

How did you get so dirty?

“So what were you doing tonight?” I ask. I’m trying to sound nonchalant, but I doubt that it’s working—we’re both on edge all the time now.

“Just hanging out… we actually started in the faculty lounge… it was a hell of a week…” he wipes his hand across his forehead.

Of course, I have no idea what he means—other than a department Christmas party two months ago, I’ve never seen where he works.

He puts a hand on my shoulder and looks at me skeptically. “Are you okay?”

“Oh…” I must have had my ruminating face on. Shit. “I’m fine—just tired… what time is it?”

He glances at his watch, “Almost 11.”

“I might just go to bed…”

“I just changed the sheets… I’ll meet you,” he kisses me just as the doors open.

“Okay…”

He turns on some soft music. It’s jazz—not terribly experimental, but on the line of what I can tolerate. He loves this kind of stuff, but it’s making me have a flashback to that other day.

“See you in a minute,” he pulls his shirt off over his head and wanders toward the bathroom.

I’m horrendously tired and I have clients starting at 7am tomorrow morning, so I undress quickly and curl into the blankets.

What feels like a second later, Alistair is wrapping his arms around me and resting his head on my chest.

“I must have fallen asleep,” I mumble.

He nods—his beard is scratchy. “You looked so peaceful.”

“So you decided to wake me up?” I laugh.

He looks up at me; the point of his chin is sharp against my sternum. “Well, I had to—you’re so sexy.”

I roll toward him and scoot down so we’re nose to nose. “So who was that guy who dropped you off earlier?” I ask. My voice sounds a little strange—like I’m swallowing a frog.

His brow furrows. “What guy?”

“That guy—with the red camaro…” I reiterate.

“Oh… that’s my friend, Dorian… you met him at the Christmas party, don’t you remember? He’s a radiologist...” he says dismissively. He’s already refocused his attention on the skin of my hip. His fingers are circling dangerously close to my dick, which—predictably—is half-hard.

“Maybe I could meet him again…” I suggest.

“Yeah, if you want,” he sounds a bit annoyed now, but grabs my dick and tugs it inattentively.

“Well, I would like to meet your friends, you know…” I back up slightly, slipping out of his grasp.

“What’s the problem?” he props his head up on his arm and looks at me.

“Nothing…” I lie.

He raises an eyebrow. “Really? Because normally you’d be halfway down my throat by now…” he laughs, but it’s humorless. There doesn’t seem to be a ‘normally’ for us anymore.

“Well,” I decide it’s safe to crawl back toward him. “I’ve just been thinking that we spend tons of time with my friends, and maybe you’d like it if we spent more time with yours.”

“Okay…” he nods and kisses me half-heartedly when I lean in. His lips barely open. I fill in a projection of his thoughts in the silence that follows: ‘keeping tabs on me, Andy?’ or ‘Are you planning to put a tracking bracelet on me too?’

“I need to get some sleep, actually…” he says, turning away from me. “We can talk about this more when I’m awake.” He smiles and reaches around to pull me in close behind him, but he’s different. I can feel it.

#anderstair #14 day winter challenge #anders x alistair #rarepair #coffee shop universe #anders #alistair #isabela #dorian #dragon age #dragon age modern au #implied sexuality #day one of 14 #living together #recovering from cheating

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jugniofrp · 7 years ago

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“who cares if they were flirting with me? it doesn’t mean anything.” - kriya costars

“who cares if they were flirting with me? it doesn’t mean anything.”

Krish’s eyes remained on the way Tanya’s eyes seemed to light up when she was around Sahil Arora. The man was someone she had been working with for the last couple of months and while Krish knew he had no right to really be upset, especially considering they weren’t announcing their relationship or even allowed to be together—it still bothered him.

Their parents, Isha Malhotra and Kishore Sen were trying to rekindle some old flames they must’ve had during their prime time together and it was a valid reason for Tanya and Krish to put whatever they were feeling on hold, even if Krish didn’t agree. He thought it wasn’t at all fair for their parents to be the ones dictating their lives, even now.

But Tanya felt differently, and he wasn’t going to do anything more to upset her, given the fact that they had already both been through so much to get here.

Except, he felt as if maybe she was forgetting all of that and really was trying to move on. Because they were at her father’s home with just a few friends from the industry and Krish had already been surprised to learn that Sahil’s name had been added to the guest-list but had remained casual. Of course, Tanya’s elder sister, Leela, had seen right through Krish’s nonchalance and was trying her best to keep him company.

Only, he wanted Tanya’s company instead. Especially when she seemed so happy to be with Sahil who was making her father and Krish’s mother laugh at some joke he just told. Tanya’s fingers curling around his bicep while Krish downed another drink. He could hear Leela telling him to at least eat something, but Krish couldn’t.

This entire party was reminiscent to the success bash of their first film together, a night he’d never forget, a night he wondered if Tanya remembered. She’d been on Abhimanyu’s arm, having come together with him and Krish had not been happy, only at that time in his life—he hadn’t a clue why. But today, this time he clearly knew why he was upset.

But if Tanya was choosing to move on, he couldn’t really say anything or argue against it. Perhaps she’d lusted after the IDEA of being with Krish Malhotra for so long, that when the real thing came along—it didn’t match up to the HYPE at all.

Krish headed to the balcony, ignoring Leela’s warnings because he was still there, present and he wouldn’t do anything to embarrass anyone tonight, not even himself. He just stood there, facing the skyline, ignoring the party going on behind him, even as the laughter grew louder, Tanya’s little giggles cutting through the sounds hitting him sharply in the chest.

He hated seeing her with Sahil. He hated that the man was behaving as if he was here WITH Tanya, as opposed to just being invited by her. He just hated not being able to walk up to Tanya, and kiss her full on the month, telling EACH and EVERY person there, what the relationship between them really was.

Krish heard the sliding door open, before the same sound was heard for the door to be shut but he didn’t turn. He expected that either his mother or Leela had come out here to check on him. He’d switched the glasses of scotch for beer once more as his fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle he was clutching before he brought it up to his mouth, ready to take a swig.

Only he was stopped. A hand came down on his shoulder and he knew by the touch that it wasn’t either of the women he’d expected it to be. Instead—it was Tanya.

“It’s bad manners for the hostess to leave her own party,” he murmured, not looking at her quite yet, knowing that if he did—he’d either just be overcome with the love he hid in his heart, or with the jealousy that was threatening to bubble over right now.

Tanya scoffed quietly before turning so that she was also facing the skyline and leaning her shoulder against his own. “It’s also bad manners for you to leave a party that you’ve been so graciously invited to.”

“Me? Graciously invited?” Krish shook his head before finally turning to look down at her. “Are you sure you don’t mean Sahil Arora? Because he’s the one who was so GRACIOUSLY invited to this party.”

Tanya remained quiet for a few moments, this behaviour of Krish’s reminding her of another time in their past where he’d displayed the same. “Are you jealous?”

Krish only gave her a look that told her every answer that she’d been looking for. Of course he was jealous. Of course he wanted to be the one by Tanya’s side all night. Of course he wanted to be the one holding her by the waist and feeling her grip his arm when she was happy or excited. Of course he wanted that.

“Besides, it’s okay, you’re moving on—and I mean…”

“Oh shut up Krish. ‘Moving on’ my ass.” She glanced back at the party, before dragging hold of the lapels of his blazer and tugging him to the side of the balcony before she kissed him square on the mouth. “You’re an ABSOLUTE idiot. I’m not moving on…”

But Krish was still in a stupor at the fact that she’d kissed him, when an entire group of filmy folk were right there and could spot them at any moment.

“Why would you even think I was moving on? Main toh tujhse—you know how I feel about you.”

And she was right, because Krish had believed in the same. But the way she was with Sahil, it made him doubt that, and everything really and perhaps it was the frustration of their situation that was making it even harder for him to come to terms with the reality that they both faced.

“But he’s flirting with you, actually a lot of the guys around flirt with you…but with Sahil you’re comfortable, almost as comfortable as you’ve been with me...aur tu bhi toh kaafi khush thi uske saath,” Krish was trailing off now because he was sounding like a complete lunatic but that’s what happened when everything between them was still so up in the air.

“Who cares if they were flirting with me? It doesn’t mean anything.” Tanya was telling him with complete honesty and Krish too could see that in her eyes, but he was still so—stunned that she’d kissed him especially when they weren’t sure where to take this relationship ahead.

“I love you,” he whispered, the beer bottle being dropped on the table near them before he gripped her by the waist and drew her in. “I can’t hide it anymore. I don’t want you to move on, I don’t want you to be with anyone else..”

“But you know we can’t—“ and before she could say what she needed to, he kissed her. He knew it was going to be something about how they couldn’t be together yet and that wasn’t something he wanted to hear. But just as he was about to draw back from her, he felt her arms snake around his neck as she pulled her petite body closer to his, eliminating every gap between the two of them; Krish just hoped this was how they’d always be.

#kriya au: costars #jealousy memes #katrinarps #asks

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