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"Poseidon!" Someone yells from the crowd. It should be obvious who it is. There aren't many people with an accent like his around here. But he fails to piece it together. 'Here we go', he thinks, 'another argument to be had.' He turns around, people-pleasing smile plastered thinly onto his face, but it's quickly replaced with a genuine one.

"Kieran?" He replies, trying to speak over the music. Kieran nods enthusiastically, the glitter on his face reflecting the light around him. Poseidon waves him closer, trying to remove the large space between them. He obliges, leaving less than a meter long gap. Despite their already intimate distance, Poseidon leans in closer yet. He places a hand on Kieran's left shoulder, positioning himself to speak into his right ear. "I hope you don't mind me saying this, but you look just... Incredible"

Kieran is lucky to have the multicoloured lights shield the red in his cheeks. He tucks a loose strand of hair behind his ear haphazardly.

"Uhm, no, I don't mind at all. Thank you. You're as gorgeous as always." He whispers the last part, presuming the music would cover his bad attempt to speak up. It doesn't, but Poseidon keeps that to himself.

"Is this okay?" He asks.

"Is what okay?"

"How close I am."

It's unnerving, for sure, but not uncomfortable by any means. Though, his strawberry-scented perfume is totally overwhelming.

"Of course." He answers, placing a hand on Poseidon's waist both in reassurance and curiosity.

"Good! That's good." He replies back, almost nervously. Kieran puts another hand on his waist, turning the position into a sort of... Distanced hug. "So... What are you doing here?"

He laughs the uncertainty in his stomach away.

"It's a club. A guy can't get a drink?"

Poseidon chuckles as well, totally amused by his banter.

"Not without inviting me." His hand falls from his shoulder and on to his waist, mirroring his hand placement.

"Oh, sorry." He clears his throat and puts on a mocking voice. "Poseidon something something Delito, will you PLEASE join me for a drink? It would be such an honour."

He nods, smug grin reaching ear to ear. The two make their way over to the bar, the environment only a smidge quieter than right next to the dance floor. Poseidon goes to make an offer, but Kieran is much faster.

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yada yada yada they r in love (fanfictiously)

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2/2 posey kieran fanfics are angsty

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fuck this *I bite into the apple seed I keep under my tongue for emergencies. I've finally reached the end of my lifetime allowance of apple seeds I can eat without getting cyanide poisoning and I die instantly*

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It's early morning. Not so early that the blue collars are on their way to work, but not so late that party-goers are still stumbling through the streets to find their way home. The sun lays idly behind the horizon, barely lighting up the sky. It's hard to see much of anything despite that.

He's covered in soil. The sweat soaking into his clothes only allowing more of it to cling to him. How long has he been out here? He can't remember. He continues digging, rusty metal shovel colliding with loosened dirt. The sun should be coming up now, but he finds it has started getting darker. He looks up, expecting to see heavy clouds curtaining the sun. He's surrounded by dirt. He furrows his brows gently. That's not right. 'I've only been digging for a couple of minutes,' he thinks. 'I was just on the surface.' The sky above him is painfully bright, and yet, it refuses to seep into his skin. The hole he has found himself in seems exempt from it's warm embrace. It's cold down here. He's tired.

He lays down, the crater he's built perfectly sized for his pleasure. He doesn't feel any particular way about where he's found himself. The emotions swaying in his head are vague, almost like memories of sensations. Maybe he's pleased at his progress. Uncomfortable with how little he recalls. Worried about getting back out-- No. Definitely not. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind yet. He reaches for the small, handmade pocket shrine for his chosen Gods and Deities. It's cluttered, thick- clearly with many overlapping layers. None of these beings mean anything yet they are everything to him. He is both devoted and disloyal.

The sky begins getting dark again. He isn't worried. The light wasn't reaching him anyway, what difference would it make? He doesn't notice the walls being devoured by the night until it's far too late. He can't see his own feet anymore. Not even the plethora of necklaces adorning his chest can catch a glimpse of light. There's no stars in the sky tonight. He's keenly aware of how bad things are going to get. But he is not startled. It comes as no surprise.

"I think I will lay here a moment more," he whispers into the dark. "You wouldn't mind, Erik. You never did."

"I never will." It replies, from somewhere in the pitch black.

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cyrus and amani bonding over breakfast together here

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the noise is so overwhelming. overlapping conversations surrounding him in all directions. lights dance tauntingly around him, shuffling to and fro. everything is out to get him. the people around him become increasingly harder to look at as the night goes on. are they smiling? laughing? their faces curl into unpleasant scowls, glaring him down as he tries desperately to find somewhere secluded. there's too much going on. where had he come in from? the exit was just... that way. or was it to his left? no, people are obviously pouring in from that direction. which one? up and down had no meaning here. the echoes of people and blaring music melt together, growing louder and louder. it's insufferable. panic sets in. what was he here for, anyway? the cacophony surrounding him settles into one harmonious noise, somehow worse than the barrage of tones taking turns scraping at his ears just moments prior. then it fades out. it's completely silent, save for the agonising ringing in his ears.

everybody is staring. mouths ever so slightly agape. they seem entertained -- but more so disgusted. he begins stumbling backwards in an attempt to get away, only to collide with ---

"Oh, there you are. What's the matter with you?"

He's unresponsive. His eyes fall flat onto her, yet see nothing at all.

"Are you okay? You don't look too well. Come on, we can go home now. I think I've seen about enough."

He nods, the sickness in his stomach threatening to swallow him whole.

"Okay." He mutters, staring at the festival-goers enjoying their day out. What do they know? What does she know?

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a man unsuitable to be a father sits on his tattered leather couch and cracks a joke, bleaching the hair of a boy sat on the ground in front of him. he worries about what the kid will do with his rowdy friends, if their favourite skate spot is safe, how he'll get home from late nights out. this stress is enjoyable. far better than worrying about if his next case is soon, what it will bring, how it will go.

he can handle this.

the boy in front of him is not fit to be a son. he laughs at the older man's jokes, and finds comfort in his presence, despite the fact he sees so much of his dad in him. he feels at home, in this house he does not belong in. his face is littered with proof of hardship. deep lines sit between his brows, ready to knit together once more. his eyes are sad, lost in themselves, blanketed by prominent purple eyebags. his smile is crooked - an expression he is still getting used to.

yet they still crave old ways.

arguments, fear, shock, loss.

these are familiar things.

they know how these things go, how they might end.

but comfort?

neither of them can rely on this.

they don't know if it will end.

what it'll be like when it does.

and so they seek out bad habits, smoking and crying and drinking and dying.

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I love you sideblog made for my below par writing

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"I actually used to live here!"

"Oh, you must be Aidan! We remember seeing you around."

"No... No, I'm his brother. I'm Kieran- I looked a little different when I was a kid. I was... Often mistaken for a girl."

"Aidan doesn't have a brother...? It was Maeve, Connor and their son, Aidan. I don't know what you're lying for."

"But- No, I... Sorry, did you live nearby ?"

"A little further down the street. When we saw the Dorseys move out, we got an eviction notice. Seized the opportunity to stay where we were familiar."

"I - I don't think... I've never seen you two before..."

They both laugh, right in his face. He's perplexed by the lack of heat coming from their breath, given how cold it is outside.

"Well you didn't live here, so that's not much of a surprise."

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Imagine I posted a bunch of little valentines day stuff about a few characters

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if I were paid a coin for each symbolism associated with the eyes in a horror podcast, I would have 4 coins, which is not much, but it's strange that it happened 4 times.

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His older companion's voice rings out in his head. It's not aggressive, like usual. It's cautious- Not worried, no, he doubts he's capable of worry- but... It is concerned. Unsure, for once in his life. He's put a lot of faith into a blond who's hardly got a home life, let alone experience in a professional work field. But he can't let him down, not now. He's worked up and up the tall walls of trust he holds around himself, and falling backwards would leave him at the bottom, staring up at the endless brick.

He's nervous. Breathing spontaneous and lacking any relief. Painted thumbnails glide across his phone's number pad, each key responding with a polite beep. His brows furrow, a hand runs through his waves in an attempt to comfort himself. What if it goes wrong? What if he can't do it? What if--

"Hello?"

He freezes. He didn't mean to press enter, but here he was, staring at the call time grow, sat in silence.

"Uhm." He begins, voice just as unsure as the man warning him prior. Being around Poseidon is good, though. He's picked up on subtle demeanour changes- Even if they haven't been intentionally teaching him. "Hi! Is this Ethan? I met you yesterday at Oak Street--"

"Adrien. I've been waiting for your call! It's good to hear from you again."

He laughs, though doesn't know why. Things fall into place seamlessly now, his body carrying him through the panic surging down his nerves.

"This is going to be super forward, but, uhm... I was just- Well, I thought you were really sweet yesterday, and I wanted to know if you'd maybe like to go on a date?"

"That sounds exquisite. Are you free Saturday?"

"Ah- Uhm- Uh, yeah. Yeah- Yeah I will be."

"It'll be a good meal, trust me."

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THE BETRAYER

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Ugh I just wrote a really cool scene based off something lore accurate but I fear it would give far too much away. This sucks someone get into my word docs and learn the lore so I can explain myself

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When I was young, I often found myself uncomfortably accepting the world around me. I would wake up thirsty most nights, desperate for a glass of water and too small and dumb to think of getting one before bed- so I would find my way to the kitchen. I made a habit of walking around in the dark, though I couldn't tell you why. One night, I found food being prepared. The thing that curled over the stove was long, sickly so, and thin. I don't know if it had bones, or if it was all bones. It was always too dark to see. I was always too afraid to try. I think it cried out in pain to get me to sit, wait for my meal. I feared it would be rude to decline. It would continue stirring whatever concoction it had put together in a pan, keeping its head to the side to keep an eye on me as well.

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A cheap gift sits idly in the back seat, accompanied by a handful of beautifully wrapped gifts, all from different people.

Ormr glances between his rearview and the birthday boy's front door. He rubs at the new stubble starting to grow in around his sideburns.

"You could've wrapped it."

"If I wrap it, he'll think I've had a change of heart. Might try to turn me into a priest or something."

"Oh, please. He isn't stupid."

"Then what difference does it make? Don't start looking for arguments where there isn't one. You're lucky I gave you the day off to begin with- even luckier I agreed to come."

"Tch, I'd have taken it even if you hadn't."

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Poseidon on Ormr's motorcycle... My eyes have been opened...