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The songs of Young Royals - S1E4
Here we go again ♪ Episode 4 my beloved, it is your turn!! Part one and two of this little project can be found here and there ♥
Holes, Zhala and Deep Throat Choir
I free my eyes at the start of time Maybe this is an obsession of a witchy kind And I lose myself inside Erik died, Wilhelm lost the only person he was truly close to, the only person who was there for him. He is losing himself: what do you do when you lose the person that matters the most to you? It's when you realize how incredibly lucky it was that he started at Hillerska when he did, so he could meet Simon. Because otherwise, what would have happened to him? Would he have lost himself forever? It's interesting that the "maybe this is an obsession" lyrics happens at the exact moment when we see Simon sending messages to Wilhelm while he watches the funeral on TV. "obsession" is a strong word but he is already very smitten and sending many messages to Wilhelm to check on him, to tell him he's there. Wilhelm does not answer though, because he is losing himself...
Remember
So you say, all you wanna be is remembered Let me make you go down in history, baby Let me write you into history, darling Let me sing you into eternity This song is beautiful. Indeed it's a good choice of song to commemorate Erik, Simon sounds great and the lyrics work very well in this context.
But there's a double meaning here: yes it is meant as a commemoration of Erik, saying he will not be forgotten, but it's also a message from Simon to Wilhelm. He is the Crown Prince now, and he is in love with another boy: it will make him go down in history. As Kristina said, he's the first one in the history of the royal family to not be straight (or at least the first one being opened about it), which will be a huge thing and an event that is gonna shake the country. But I can't help feeling moved by this song, by the image that Simon will be there with Wilhelm, next to him to endure it all. And let's not forget that Simon is gonna write a song about him during season 2, a song that he wants to sing in front of the entire world. So yeah, "let me sing you into eternity", Simon, you smitten boy...
Revolution, Elias
Let's start a revolution How beautiful it is Running with a crown on your head A resolution written on your hands And the lies they will hurt you No more This song... Do I even need to talk about it? Probably the best song they could choose for this show!! And I'm sure everything has been said about it already but let's give it a go anyway ^^ The whole scene is kinda perfect: the choice of song, the cinematography, what Wilhelm says... And yeah, it's Wilhelm grieving, and realizing that a lot of people around him are not "real", not his friends, not really there for him, for the true Wilhelm and not just the Prince. They don't know him. I think he probably doesn't know himself very well yet either. But it also makes him realize that he does like Simon. That's the only true thing, the only real thing he has left now that Erik is dead. And it's a revolution. Because he finally lets his guard down (granted he's drunk and high, but still!) and admits his feelings out loud, something he hasn't really be able to do 'til now. And he's going against everything he was taught, everything he believed. And that's a revolution. I don't know if he's "running" with the crown on his head, but he's certainly walking and stumbling onto that football field. And I'm not sure the resolution to declare his love to Simon was there already, but he still chose this place, where they had their first "date" to come to. So I do think that, even subconsciously , he was choosing Simon, choosing to come to him. And gosh, i don't know what awaits us in season 3 but yeah, in one way or another, Wilhelm and Simon together are a revolution.
Live and die, Gina Dirawi
Leave my body in a mess All my seeds are ruined This is my homage Back to God Thought if we Were free For a night We'd make it right But they're not free, not even for a night. They should have been. This night should have been theirs, and only theirs. It was their first night together, it was private and beautiful. It was love and lust after so much longing. And they don't know yet, how August is betraying them, betraying this moment. They are not doing anything wrong. They're actually "making it right" because they're finally acknowledging their mutual feelings, being true to each other. It's not in the scene but later on in the song there are the lyrics "life in peace, no need for the lies" and it just works so well for them. Because they might have been honest about their feelings in this scene, but they are still in the midst of so many lies. And it's gonna take so much time for them to finally free themselves from this spiderweb of lies and complications. This scene makes me so happy and so sad at the same time. It should have been just happiness, and love. It should have been freedom...
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Déjà-Brew – E. Pettersson
Here a little fic I wrote for @ryngrvs birthday celebrations!! I chose the bingo strip of: ‘unrequited love’, ‘handwritten notes’, ‘mutual pining’, ‘you make me better’, ‘golden retriever x black cat’.
I had a lot of fun writing this and creating all the little things that went into it, and I’m definitely indulging in the fantasies of my teenage barista self. And yes, I definitely fudged the Canucks schedule for November. I hope you enjoy this C! Happy birthday 💛
Summary: Elias Pettersson walked into a coffee shop one morning and met Joanna.
Word count: 8.2k
Warnings: light angst, fluff, pining
*
Elias was restless. He had a call scheduled with his agent first thing this Monday morning, 9am, but it was only 6am and he couldn’t sleep. It was ridiculous really, that on a rare day off training, his body woke up anyway, but here he was wide awake with no hope of slipping back into sleep. There was no point just lying there, staring up at the ceiling either. So with a sigh and a brief close of his eyes, he pushed himself upright, reluctantly kicking the warmth of the duvet away. A brief run outside would be productive at least, right? And he could definitely zone out enough to not have to wake up fully. It was better than lazing around and he could absolutely use it to humble-brag to his teammates later – perfect.
By the time he stepped outside into the brisk September air, Elias did regret trying to be proactive a little bit, but it was too late now. He’d committed to it, and it would make the trainers happy if nothing else. So he set off, music providing the perfect backdrop to drown out the sparse early morning commuter traffic, leaving him to lightly jog down the streets of his neighbourhood in an eerily empty bliss. He knew he didn’t spend enough time exploring his surrounding area, noting the cafes and bars and restaurants in passing that he didn’t recognise, all of them still dim in the grey morning light. Maybe he should do this more often – coming out and seeing the world while it was relatively empty, cementing his place in the city that he hoped to call his own for a long time to come.
He ran and he ran and he ran, losing himself in his thoughts until his watch beeped loudly, telling him he’d run a full 3 miles; 45 minutes had flown by, without evening realising it. Elias winced as he slowed down to a stop, realising he was a long way from his apartment now, and turned around with a quiet groan to start the journey back. The sun was starting to rise now, just around 7am, so he knew the world would start coming alive soon, something he was hoping to avoid. It wasn’t that he didn’t love the fans, especially the little kids who were always so happy to see him, but at this time in the morning it was the last thing he wanted to do, to make polite small talk when he was only thinking about coffee and breakfast.
Actually, coffee wasn’t a bad idea.
By the time he’d made it back to his neighbourhood, to the cafes and bars and restaurants he’d passed earlier, he noticed one little light on. A coffee shop – exactly what he needed. Déjà-Brew. Huh, a pun he didn’t automatically hate. That was something new. And it only 7.30am, so it was too early for anyone other than office commuters to be around, which was even better.
Elias found himself slowing down to a stop outside the shop, turning his music off and tugging out his headphones, noticing there were barely any customers. Perfect. He’d been hoping for, and expecting, the warmth that hit him like a wall as he opened the door, the familiar scent of freshly-ground coffee beans, the cosy armchairs and rickety tables, and the splashes of colour in the artwork across the walls.
What he wasn’t expecting was the beaming smile that greeted him the moment he walked through the door.
“Good morning Sunshine!”
That…that was a lot of pep.
“Um, hello?” he offered, a lot more hesitant that he expected.
The girl behind the counter just laughed, smile staying present, and tilted her head, copper hair shining in the bright lights of the store.
“What can I get for you, on this beautiful day?”
Still cheerful, still upbeat, still smiling. And as he walked up to the counter, he noticed exactly how beautiful that smile was, matching the person wearing it. That was a weird thought. But it was true, all the same.
“A large cappuccino?” he asked, saying the first thing that came to mind.
“Sure thing! What name, and is that to have in or take out?”
“Elias. Take out. I’ve got to get back to a meeting,” he admitted, a little sheepishly.
What had prompted him to say that? He didn’t even know this girl…and yet here he was, blurting out things that she didn’t need to know.
But she just giggled, nodding. “Rather you than me – thank you for stopping by our little store anyway!”
Elias found himself smiling softly as she scribbled down the order on the side of the cup, her good mood infectious, something which he was sure was one of the main reasons she was at the register this early in the morning. The girl passed the cup over to her colleague to start making the order, before ringing up his total.
“That’ll be $4,” she said, that pretty smile still in place.
He handed over a $10 bill. “Keep the change.”
It was the least he could do, right? To say thanks for putting him in such a good mood? Especially since it wasn’t always such an easy feat.
“Awesome, thank you! Your coffee will be ready soon, and you can pick it up just down the end there.”
He just nodded, earning another beaming smile back, leaving him a little stunned in the best way as he shuffled down the counter to wait. He watched as she immediately put the change in the large tip jar on the counter, humming happily to herself even as she whipped out a cloth and wiped over the surface on her side that didn’t need wiping. Endlessly optimistic, a positive energy he’d only seen from Brock on his good days, and he wondered how much of it was real. Even just thinking that, he knew he was at least a little wrong for doubting her positivity, because as far as she knew no-one was watching her, and there she was carrying it out – so it wasn’t for show. Who was this girl? What was her deal? What was it about her that made her occupy his thoughts like this?
“Large cappuccino for Elias?”
He tore his gaze away from the girl behind the counter, hoping there wasn’t a tell-tale blush on his pale cheeks, and stepped up to retrieve his coffee. But what he saw written on the side stopped him in his tracks. Other than his name and his coffee order, there was an extra message…just for him?
image description: handwritten note, have a wonderful day! with a drawn cartoon sun.
“Just so you know, Jojo really is that cheerful 100% of the time. It’s genuine.”
A deep voice startled him out of his thoughts, making Elias glance back up at the counter to see the male barista who’d made his drink looking at him in amusement.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Elias murmured.
The barista just laughed, nodding his acknowledgement, before leaving Elias to glance down at the cup one last time. Jojo. A beautiful name to match a beautiful smile and beautiful face. Okay now he was just being ridiculous. What was it about this girl that had him so intrigued? Whatever it was, he couldn’t get caught up in it right now – he really did have to get going. But maybe he could come back? That wouldn’t be too weird, right? It wouldn’t do anyone any harm if he came back to see her again, right?
As Elias walked out of the shop, he caught eyes with the pretty girl – Jojo – behind the counter again, finding himself smiling slightly as she waved goodbye, and it was all he could do to raise his coffee cup in salute as he walked out the door. Maybe a little bit of positivity like that would be good for him, every now and again.
And damn, the coffee was good too.
~
Joanna watched the coffee shop door close with a small smile on her face, replaying that adorable dorky little salute over in her head. That wasn’t the interaction she’d been expecting this dreary Monday morning, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.
“Of all the people you could’ve served this morning, it had to be Elias Pettersson,” Carl mused.
She glanced up at her colleague, raising an eyebrow at the grin on his face.
“What’s so bad about that?” Joanna frowned, “You were the one who actually made his coffee?”
“He’s famous? And cute as hell? And you just acted as if he was anyone else?” he laughed.
Oh, she knew who he was. She wasn’t blind – and this was Vancouver. But why wouldn’t she treat him like anyone else?
“He wasn’t here for a team thing. He wasn’t even wearing any merch. He was literally being just a normal person coming in for coffee,” she shrugged, “I wasn’t going to make him feel awkward about that.”
“Only you, Jojo. Only you,” Carl teased.
Joanna rolled her eyes, smiling fondly, and just shook her head. While she watched hockey like any other Canadian, she wasn’t a superfan – Carl on the other hand absolutely was – and even then, she wasn’t going to treat poor Elias like an alien just for the crime of existing in the coffee shop she worked in. Aside from the fact she was only working part-time around her college classes, Joanna actually quite liked working at the shop; she’d been there since she was 16 so she had the routine down well, she adored her ridiculous co-workers, and she loved the opportunity to brighten someone’s day just by smiling and greeting them. Maybe it wasn’t much to some people, but it was more than enough for her.
And if Elias Pettersson became one of those people whose day she brightened? Well, then she wasn’t going to stop any time soon.
*
“Howdy partner!”
Elias found himself back at the coffee shop two weeks later, now in the first week of October, unable to come in before this Monday morning with training and the roadtrip schedule. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the barista, her copper hair and beautiful smile, even to the point where Nils and Brock teased him about his abnormal spacing out, but he’d refused to admit what – or who – occupied his thoughts. No, this was something he wanted to keep for himself, while he was still processing his thoughts about it all. About her. Was he stupid or creepy or weird for not being able to get someone he’d only met once out of his mind? He hoped not. Even so, when he realised he had the Monday morning free, he’d made up his mind to go back to the coffee shop ahead of training later in the morning, not needing the excuse of running. If nothing else, the coffee was damn good. That was how he justified it to himself anyway, rather than letting himself feel like a weirdo for hoping for the chance to see her again.
But there she was, bright smile and cheerful greeting.
“Howdy?” he mused.
“Eh, I’m trying something new this week,” she shrugged, unphased.
There was just something about her optimism that lifted his mood.
“You can’t win them all,” he said simply.
She gasped dramatically, hand clasped over her heart, earning laughter from her colleagues and a small smile from him. Adorable.
“You are a tough guy to win over – I’ll remember that,” she grinned, “Large cappuccino, right? Elias?”
Heat flared on his cheeks at her teasing – he loved that about her, that she made him feel so comfortable – and she remembered his order? After only one time?
“Yeah, that sounds great, thanks,” he nodded.
She hummed to herself as she scribbled the order onto the cup, passing it along to the girl standing next to her before she looked back at him.
“That’ll be $4,” she said, smiling.
He passed over $10, same as the previous time. “Keep the change.”
“Thanks! That’s so kind of you,” she said cheerfully.
Elias didn’t think it was anything particularly kind that he’d done, but he wasn’t going to complain if it got her to smile at him like that. He moved along the counter to wait for his drink, same as last time, and in no time at all the girl behind the coffee machine called out his name. Just as he’d hoped, there was a message written in the pretty cursive handwriting from before.
Image description: handwritten note, in case no-one said it today – you’re great!
Elias let out a soft laugh, a small smile spreading across his lips at the little message. Yet again, the barista’s positivity was infectious. What did the male barista last time say her name was? Jojo? No, it felt weird ‘knowing’ her name when she had never told him it herself. The normal thing to do was to ask her himself, right?
Thankfully there was no other customers at the counter, and she was still standing there by herself, so Elias walked back down to see her, a knot in his stomach that he was trying to ignore.
“Thanks for the message,” he mused.
“Ah, just a little something to make your Monday morning a little brighter,” she shrugged, although a pleased flush dusted her cheeks.
So cute. So ridiculously cute.
“I bet everyone appreciates it,” he added.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment before smiling wryly.
“I don’t write them for everyone,” she admitted, blushing a little harder.
She didn’t? So he was an exception here? Well, that was good to know. Very good.
“In that case, I should probably ask the name of the girl who makes me smile on a Monday morning,” Elias said smoothly.
She laughed, but in a way that he knew wasn’t at him.
“Joanna. Most people call me Jojo,” she said sweetly, smiling up at him.
Joanna. Even more beautiful. While the confidence was still with him, he smiled properly at her, earning a wide smile back.
“Nice to meet you, Joanna.”
“Nice to meet you too, Elias.”
The sound of the coffee shop door opening broke him out of the little bubble they were in, and he cleared his throat, taking a step back to find a sense of normality again. What was it about this girl?
“Thanks for the coffee. See you soon?” he asked hopefully.
Idiot. Of course he’d see her if he came in here while she was working. Idiot.
“Yeah, see you,” she nodded, still smiling.
Well at least she wasn’t laughing at him going from smooth to foolish. That was something at least.
~
She felt like she was on cloud nine. Joanna could only smile to herself as she wiped over the counter after Elias left the shop – he’d actually come in again! And he’d talked to her, even asked her name! It was stupid feeling so giddy after such a short conversation, but damn it he was cute, okay?
“So that was interesting.”
Joanna turned her head to look at her colleague, smile still on her face even as the customers she’d just served moved to a table to sit down. Carl, her usual Monday morning co-worker had swapped his shift with Jessie, the barista who usually worked Tuesday through Friday, so Joanna still knew her well – even if it through her usual routine off, it was still nice to see a friendly face this early in the day.
“What was?” Joanna asked.
“I haven’t seen the two of you interact before, but Carl was right – he’s definitely interested,” Jessie mused.
Of course Carl was gossiping. “He’s not interested. Why would someone like him ever look at me twice? I’m nobody.”
Oops. That came out a little more self-deprecating than she’d intended it too. Not that she was wrong, but still.
Jessie pursed her lips, shaking her head. “Baby, no-one holds a conversation that smoothly if they don’t think you’re cute. And you are not nobody – you are Jojo, queen of the cash register and future empress of sociology. He’s lucky to get those cute little messages from you on his cup, let alone the time of day.”
Joanna blushed, shaking her head.
“You know who he is,” she said, voice soft, “Next to him, I’m literally nothing.”
“And yet he smiled because you treated him like a normal guy. Own that. If nothing else, it’s a bit of flirting to liven up your Monday,” Jessie shrugged.
She was right. Jessie was so right. Joanna had never been someone who viewed the world so negatively, and she wasn’t going to start that now.
“Yeah, that’s true. I can own that,” Joanna said firmly.
“Damn right you can,” Jessie laughed. “Now, where did Carl put the oat milk?”
*
Halloween was both the joy of her year and the bane of her life. Joanna loved the fact that she got to dress up and have some fun with her friends watching spooky movies – in fact, she and a few of her college friends had a standing tradition for after her shift – but it also meant that she had to dress up at work.
So there she was, waving in Carl as he arrived to start his shift at 7am, both of them dressed in full pirate regalia. That was the theme this year; all the people who worked on Halloween decided on co-ordinating outfits, as a fun way to pass the time. Last year they’d decided on superheroes (and Joanna had made a killer Black Widow, if she said so herself), with the previous years including greeks and romans, cheesy 90s romcoms, and even Ghostbusters. It was the only thing that made the working on the day of Halloween worthwhile – even if it took her a little while to get used to all the stares that people sent her.
But she powered on, trying to ignore the fact that she was dressed a little ridiculously. It was Halloween, after all, and she knew for a fact that a good proportion of their customers would probably be wearing costumes at all, so at least that was something to look forward to.
Speaking of things to look forward to…Elias. He’d been in one other Monday this month since he’d asked her name – why Mondays, she still had no idea – but seeing him for a third time this month? Amazing.
“Ahoy matey!”
Oh wow, that one was bad, even for her. But Elias just laughed, immediately smiling at her, and all of a sudden it didn’t matter that she was wearing a tri-corner hat and a billowing white shirt. Funny how that worked.
“Ahoy to you too. You guys are really into Halloween huh?” he said, glancing around at all the decorations they’d put up this morning.
“Oh you have no idea. This is pretty tame for us – and at least the theme could be worse?” she mused.
Elias laughed again, nodding his agreement, leaning on the counter with his elbows as he smiled at her. “Yeah we’ve had some pretty bad group costumes. One year was the Shrek characters. Another year was Minions.”
Damn, yeah okay, she had definitely gotten off lightly with pirates then. Although knowing Elias, he probably pulled off whatever costume he’d worn. Cute as hell – Carl had been right saying that the first time he’d come in.
“Alright, you win,” she giggled.
“It got us a few laughs and a lot of smiles, so it was worth it,” he shrugged, although his cheeks flushed with a light pleased pink.
How sweet.
“Are you having your usual?” she asked, smiling up at him.
“Yeah, go for it,” he nodded, smiling back at her.
Joanna swung her copper braid over her shoulder – still not used to having it out of its usual high ponytail – humming to herself as she scribbled down today’s message. Hopefully this would put a smile on his face too. While Carl made the large cappuccino, Elias stayed up by the cash register, the two of them making small talk about past Halloween experiences, Joanna fully taking advantage of the lack of early customers to take these little extra moments with him. It was things like this that got her through the day, a smile like his on such a pretty face, and the fact that he was willingly talking with her rather than moving along? Well that made all the difference.
“Here you go.”
Carl’s amused voice broke them out of their conversation, Elias taking the cup from her colleague with a dry laugh.
Image description: handwritten note, smiling at strangers never goes out of style.
Elias looked over at her with a little grin, making her let out a breathy laugh even as she allowed herself to indulge into melting into a puddle at the warmth of his gaze.
“You are incredibly sweet, you know that right?”
“Oh, it’s nothing really,” Joanna said, feeling her cheeks heat up in a blush regardless.
“I don’t think you realise how much of an impact you have on people,” Elias shrugged, leaning casually against the counter as he smiled at her.
What a smile it was.
“And yet she’s single as hell, such a shame.”
Joanna flinched at the sound of Carl’s passing remark, cheeks flaring now as she glared at his retreating back, wishing the ground would just swallow her up. It was bad enough that she was dressed as a pirate, but he had to tell Elias of all people that she was single? Why?!
“Their loss.”
“What?” she said, looking back at Elias.
But he just shrugged, still smiling that sweet small smile at her. “All those guys who don’t realise how amazing you are. It’s their loss,” he said simply.
Oh wow.
“Working here as well as taking full-time classes takes up all my time, if I’m being honest,” she said, trying to regain at least a little of her dignity.
“Makes sense,” he mused, “what are you studying?”
She stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out why he was interested in that kind of mundane information, but his intense gaze didn’t change at all. He really was asking her about herself…to get to know her better? Well, she wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.
“I’m studying sociology at UBC. There are so many different aspects to it, like gender equality to law to race and discrimination, and I just love it,” she admitted, smiling shyly now.
It wasn’t often that people asked her the finer details about her life, especially not people like Elias, so the fact that he was still smiling at her after her explanation? Well, that felt good. It felt really good.
“Sounds like you get to do a little bit of everything that actually matters in the world – I can see why you love it,” he said warmly.
And there go the butterflies in her stomach, swirling a merry dance.
“Exactly that! Gives me a chance to narrow down what I want to do with my life, and now that I’m in my final year, I’m excited to see how it goes,” she grinned.
In truth, she was leaning towards going into counselling, having loved the aspects of those modules in particular, and she did have an internship already in place for this summer as she was graduating…so she could only hope that her grades continued to take her on the path she wanted to journey on. It was a little scary, if she was being honest, knowing that all too soon she was going to be released out into the world with no safety barriers around her – but that’s also what made it so exciting. She was going to get to explore a brand-new adventure that she genuinely enjoyed, so what could be better than that?
And if that fantasy included Elias by her side while she took that next step? Well, that was between her and her daydreams, wasn’t it?
“I’d better get going, as much as I’d rather stay here talking to you. You’re much more interesting than most the people I know,” Elias said dryly.
His faux-reluctance made her laugh – like she could compare to his teammates, really – earning a little pleased smile, and she waved him goodbye as he exited the shop. Maybe one day she’d find the courage to flirt with a little more intention with Elias, take that chance on a guy like him – could it be worth it?
~
Joanna’s words, her simple sweet words on his cup, paired with that brilliant grin she sent him as she was talking about her degree, played on his mind the whole drive to the arena, and he found himself unable to stop the smile on his lips even as the team pulled a stupid Halloween mascot jump scare prank for their social media channels. At least he didn’t shriek, just flinched, but even then he could tell the people running it were surprised at his smile as he walked away.
Nothing was going to change his good mood today. Not even a dumb prank. He’d held a full proper conversation with Joanna, finally, and he was finding out more and more about her each time he saw her. He loved it, loved that he was getting to know her so organically, and the fact that she was still taking the time to write those little messages for him? It was everything to him. And now he even knew that she was single too. Even if it was all one-sided infatuation on his end, and she was just being friendly, having these little moments with her made him feel like nothing ever had before. So yeah, he was smiling – he couldn’t help himself, and he didn’t care.
“Okay is this another prank?”
Elias broke out of his thoughts to see Nils and Brock standing in front of him, making him crane his neck up to look at them where he was sitting in his stall in the locker room. Even Thatcher and Quinn were watching him curiously from their own stalls, sending a stab of panic through him that he quickly tried to repress. They knew nothing. And they would continue to know nothing.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Elias said dryly.
“I mean, that’s more like the Petey we know and love…but smiling to yourself like that? What’s gotten you so happy this morning?” Brock teased.
“Hearing you shriek like a little kid at the jump scare?” Elias said, raising an eyebrow.
Brock’s cheeks flushed as the few guys in the locker room laughed, but he was undeterred, like Coolie with a bone. Damn it.
“I bet it’s the same reason he’s been spacey for weeks,” Nils smirked.
“You’ve been spacey? Are you okay?” Quinn asked worriedly.
Oh no. Not the Quinn Hughes puppy dog eyes. Those things were lethal.
“I’m perfectly fine, thank you. I just…”
He trailed off, knowing that if he admitted that he’d met Joanna that he would never hear the end of the teasing.
“Oh man, Petey met someone,” Nils grinned.
Damn it.
And when he didn’t immediately correct his countryman, the 4 men around him all grinned, making Elias groan. Perfect, just what he needed.
“Who is she?” Brock asked, eyes wide with excitement
“Or he. No judgement,” Thatcher added.
That man was a blessing. Not an accurate blessing, in this case, but a blessing all the same.
So Elias sighed. “She. I’ve been going to a new coffee shop and she works there.”
Cue the immature coos and fluttering eyelashes. His teammates truly were the worst.
“So Petey has met a cute barista and is getting his flirt on. Cute!” Nils teased.
“No, no flirting,” he said quickly.
At least, only that little bit of smooth-talking today? That didn’t count, right?
“No flirting? Come on, a pretty boy like you isn’t going to flirt with a cute barista?” Brock laughed.
His laughed stuttered as Elias kicked him in the shin, but that just earned snickers from his other teammates.
“She doesn’t flirt, she’s just being nice,” Elias muttered.
Their laughter abruptly cut off, only making him groan again.
“Oh buddy that can’t be true,” Thatcher frowned.
“You wouldn’t be smiling like that if there wasn’t something there,” Quinn agreed.
If only he could wrap Quinn Hughes in a blanket and protect him from the world.
“He’s right – we all know your smiles, and that was a rare one,” Brock said, as serious as he ever got.
Was that an insult? He wasn’t sure at this point.
“It’s nothing. There’s nothing to talk about,” Elias said shortly.
Thatcher pursed his lips, Quinn smiling sadly at him – only making Elias cringe internally – but Brock and Nils just frowned.
“If you want to talk about it, you know where we are,” Nils said firmly.
Yeah, right.
“But don’t give up just yet, bud. If your time with her is making you smile like this, then I would bet that it’s making her smile too,” Brock added.
He walked over to his own stall after clapping Elias on the shoulder, Nils going to his own too, leaving Elias to his thoughts. Could Brock be right? Joanna was such a bubbly smiley person as it was…but was there a chance he made her smile all by himself? Was there hope after all?
*
The weeks kept passing, and every Monday he was able to, Elias went into Déjà-Brew. He didn’t know why he made it a habit of going only on Mondays, especially when he had other days free when he could go to, but even though he spoke to Joanna a little more each time he visited the coffee shop, he still hadn’t plucked up the courage to ask her what other days she worked. All he knew was that Monday mornings were definitely her opening shift, and that Monday mornings in the shop were the quietest days, so if he could guarantee getting at least a little of her attention on his on that day then he was going to stick with it.
It made sense in his head at least anyway.
Elias managed two visits in the first few weeks of November, more than any other month so far (at least that he’d had the courage to do), and he found his thoughts growing more and more consumed with the little snippets of information he’d managed to gain about her. Joanna was 21 years old, studying sociology at the University of British Columbia, had two younger brothers she adored, had lived in Vancouver her whole life, and her favourite colour was forest green. And those were just the immediate details. There were dozens of little facts about her he was collecting like a dragon with its hoard, and he savoured them all. He knew that he wasn’t sharing as much as she was, but he still found himself talking about his family and how much he missed home in Ange, and she seemed to grow in confidence in asking him about himself too. It was everything, everything he didn’t know he needed, and Elias found himself coveting those few minutes with her when he was able to get them.
And there was the fact that maybe Brock and Nils were right after all – while Joanna was always already smiling when he arrived to the coffee shop, her smile seemed to kick up a few notches the moment she saw him, which was something that made his own traitorous heart beat that little bit faster. He knew he needed to find the courage to do more than just talk to her in passing, needed to take that next step, but there was that niggling voice at the back of his head that told him not to ruin this easy friendship they already had. Was it worth risking everything if she was just being friendly? Was it worth spending so much time caught up in his head when hockey should be his 100% focus? Was he just being ridiculous and delusional in the first place?
How was he supposed to tell? And what was he supposed to do about it?
No, he needed to stop being so stupid about this. They were just talking – there was nothing bad about that. Those little moments on Monday mornings were something he treasured, and considering that Joanna seemed just as happy to see him as he was to see her, he wasn’t going to ruin that for him. For either of them. He just needed to keep his head cool, not get over the top or overwhelmed with it, that was all. He could do that at least, right?
*
The Monday after Thanksgiving weekend was always a little quiet, in Joanna’s experience, and this year it was no different. She’d only served a couple of customers since opening an hour ago, and already she knew that today was going to be a long day. She could feel it, in her bones, and she found herself hoping for something to liven up the day. At least Carl would be joining her any moment, no doubt full of hilarious family drama stories, so she could handle the last 15 minutes on her own before he arrived. Hopefully.
Within minutes, the door opened, and she desperately tried to ignore the way her heart started beating that little bit faster. Elias.
“Sup, homeslice?”
When Elias just mumbled as hello in response, Joanna winced. Maybe not her finest greeting.
“That one wasn’t a winner, huh?”
It was only then that Elias seemed to process her words.
“Oh no, it’s really not you. I had a rough day yesterday,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Ah yeah, overtime loss. Must’ve felt pretty rough,” she grimaced.
A few of the staff from the coffee shop went over to Jessie’s last night to watch the game, Joanna included, and they’d all watched the frustrating game on the edge of their seats. It had been a tough game to watch, if she was being honest, so she could only imagine how he felt.
“You watch hockey?”
The confusion in his voice confused her.
“It’s Vancouver? Hockey is a must?” she mused.
“You know who I am?” Elias said softly.
Ah, okay, now she got it. Did he really think she didn’t know?
“Was I not supposed to?” Joanna teased.
His pale cheeks flushed, making her smile softly.
“No I, uh, I didn’t mean to be arrogant. You just…never said anything,” he winced.
Bless his heart.
“Well I figured you were coming in here as just Elias, not Elias Pettersson number 40 for the Vancouver Canucks. So I didn’t think you’d want to be fawned over, when you were just being you. Was I wrong?” Joanna asked.
She didn’t think she’d been reading him wrong all this time. But had she? He’d seemed so normal…
“No, you’re not wrong at all. No-one’s ever-”
His words were cut off by the door opening and two women walking in, new customers that ended their privacy, Carl appearing behind them as well. It had been quiet all morning and now people had to come in?! No-one’s ever…what? Treated him like a normal human being? No, this wasn’t the time for it, whatever he was about to say. Time to get back to reality.
“Are you having your normal cappuccino?” Joanna asked, smiling softly.
“Yeah, thanks,” Elias nodded.
Joanna chewed her bottom lip as she scribbled on the order, hesitating before writing today’s message. Hopefully she wasn’t coming across as too forward. Hopefully she wasn’t being too much. She stayed silent as she quickly made his cappuccino, Carl still signing in for the day, as Elias moved along the counter, but she kept glancing over at him, watching his exhausted figure as closely as she could. When she finally put the lid on the coffee cup and passed it over, she didn’t move away from her spot, waiting for Elias to pick up his coffee order with bated breath.
Image description: handwritten note, stop to take a minute and breathe, with a drawn heart.
His cheeks flushed a light pink again, and he immediately looked over to her, smiling softly in a way that made her heart skip a beat.
“Thank you, Joanna,” he murmured.
“Any time, Elias,” she murmured in response.
She ignored Carl standing next to her as she watched Elias walk out of the shop a little hopelessly, butterflies making havoc in her stomach.
“Oh Jojo, you’ve got it bad,” Carl teased.
“You have no idea,” she sighed, moving back to the register.
~
Elias slumped down onto Brock’s sofa as soon as he arrived at his house, ignoring Nils staring at him from across the room as Milo immediately curled up next to him, head resting on his thigh as Coolie curled up by his feet. If the dogs could tell something was wrong with him, then there was no doubt that Nils and Brock would too. Not ideal. But then again, why had he come over to Brock’s if he didn’t want a little comfort?
“Well don’t you look a picture of positivity?” Brock mused, passing him a cold beer.
Elias took it without a word but didn’t take a sip, just picking at the label instead.
“Oh it’s even worse than I thought,” Nils murmured.
Elias wasn’t sure if he was meant to hear that or not, but either way he didn’t respond.
“Okay buddy, out with it. What’s happened? It can’t be the overtime loss yesterday, right? Like, I know it was rough, but it wasn’t that rough?” Brock prompted, sitting down next to him.
Neither dog moved, making Elias smile minutely, but he just shook his head. “No, it wasn’t the game.”
Nils hummed sitting down in the armchair on his other side, leaning forward on his elbows to look at Elias critically for a few moments.
“It’s the coffee shop girl, isn’t it?” he eventually said.
There was no teasing in his tone, no jokes to be made that would’ve riled Elias up, but he still sighed, finally taking a sip of the beer that Brock had given him.
“Oh Petey, she didn’t turn you down, did she?” Brock winced.
Hah, that would require Elias to actually ask her out.
“I didn’t ask her out. It’s just…she’s so sweet. And kind. And smiley and positive and happy, and I don’t think she’s interested in me at all,” Elias mumbled.
There it was, all out in the open, vulnerable for his two closest teammates to see. It made him a little nervous to expose himself like that, if he was being honest, but it was done now. He couldn’t take it back. All he could do was avoid their eyes and focus on giving Milo the attention he deserved.
“Why do you think she’s not interested?”
“Her colleague said that she’s super positive and friendly 100% of the time. That was one of the first things I learned about her, so I don’t know if it’s just me reading into things wrong,” Elias explained sadly.
At this point, Elias didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t. His head was swirling with all the interactions they’d had, and he hated that he couldn’t trust his gut instinct, couldn’t believe all the wonderful conversations they’d had. What was wrong with him?
“What aren’t you telling us?” Brock said softly.
“What?” he said, frowning.
“What’s caught your eye about this girl that you haven’t mentioned before?” Brock said, “There’s something, I can tell.”
Elias chewed his bottom lip absent-mindedly, before deciding to just tell them everything. What could it really hurt, at this point.
“Joanna writes messages on my coffee cups. Like, sweet little phrases, just to make me smile. And she told me herself that she doesn’t write them for just anyone. And we’ve been talking, more and more each time I’ve gone in there – she’s so smart, and sweet, and kind, and she’s just so interesting. But I don’t know if I’m just creating this fantasy in my head because she’s kind of perfect to me.”
He lifted his eyes to see Brock mouthing the word ‘perfect’ to himself, eyes wide like he was a little stunned. He didn’t bother looking over to Nils, dreading his reaction to his outburst. It wasn’t like he talked about his feelings like this on a normal basis, and to be honest, he was kind of regretting talking about it at all.
“Maybe she’s just hard to read? Like, you’re really difficult to read and your face is full of the exact emotions you’re feeling all the time,” Nils suggested.
Was that an insult? He wasn’t sure at this point. It wasn’t like he could hide his resting bitch face, but he didn’t think he’d been doing that around Joanna.
“I don’t think she’s hard to read,” he sighed, “But maybe I just suck at reading how people truly feel. Vancouver is different to Ange. People act differently here.”
Wasn’t that the truth.
“Petey, have you even actively flirted?” Brock asked, raising an eyebrow.
“What?”
“You are a bit of a grumpy cat,” Nils agreed, “Maybe you think you’ve been flirting but she doesn’t know you’ve been flirting.”
He cursed the day that Nils discovered North American memes.
“Bud, you’ve got to make a move,” Brock said firmly, bringing Elias’s attention back to him.
“Oh my god it’s her place of work. I’m not going to be a creep,” Elias shot back.
But Brock just rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Not like, grab her and kiss her because, ew, consent. I meant like, making a statement. Doing something bold.”
Elias pursed his lips in a frown, mulling over Brock’s words as he took a sip of beer to buy himself some time to think. Doing something bold? Like what? He wasn’t exactly a bold move person – he was chill, cool, casual, no pressure. Something like that was the opposite of his usual persona…but maybe Joanna was worth pushing the boat out? Especially after such a sweet message this morning?
“What could I even do?”
The grins that spread over Nils’ and Brock’s faces sent an unsettled pang through his body, but he ignored his flight response just this one time.
“Okay, so I have some ideas…”
*
Halfway through December – well, the 11th – and it was officially two weeks too long since Joanna had taken a chance on being vulnerable with Elias, since he found out that she’d known who he was the whole time. The more time that passed, the more she regretted every moment of that encounter, especially the little heart she’d put on the cup. It was beyond unprofessional, even as friendly as the two of them had gotten, and she hated the thought of him avoiding coming into the shop just because she’d been dumb for a few minutes.
Was she thinking too much into it? It wasn’t like he’d done anything other than lightly flirting with her – he could’ve just been passing the time of day, not slipping into dangerous feelings territory like she was. And even just thinking like that made her cringe, made her feel like an idiot, but she couldn’t help it. All she ever wanted to do was make people smile, and the thought of Elias potentially feeling too awkward around her now? No, she couldn’t face that.
All she could hope was that he would eventually come back into Déjà-Brew, to give her a chance to get them, and herself, back to a bit of normality. Was that too much to ask?
Thankfully, while she was still working out the front of the shop by herself just before 7am, Elias walked through the front door, hesitant smile on his face. Okay, play it cool. She could play it cool, just be friendly, be her usual positive cheerful self. It wasn’t that hard.
“What’s up buttercup?”
Aggressively normal. Ouch. By the slight crease in his brow, even Elias could tell that her positivity was a bit forced this Monday morning, and Joanna internally grimaced for even feeling like she had to overcompensate for how vulnerable she got last time he came in. But what else could she do?
“Are you having your usual cappuccino?” she asked, smiling a little less intensely.
She wasn’t sure why she had to ask that. He always said yes, always said the same thing. But it just felt like part of the routine they had, and she didn’t want to change of that if she didn’t have to. She just wanted things to be normal.
“Yes. But, um, I have this now,” Elias murmured.
He seemed to hesitate slightly, before he pulled a reusable to-go cup out of his coat pocket. What was all of that about not changing routines? About being normal?
Joanna felt her heart break a little bit as she looked down at the to-go cup he’d placed on the counter in front of her, realising he didn’t want her handwritten note this time. That’s what this was about, right? Message received. She didn’t think that she’d crossed the line last time – he hadn’t seemed offended or awkward with it – but clearly she’d crossed a line. Message received. Silently, she picked up the travel mug, biting her bottom lip in humiliation…until she noticed there was already a note on a sticky label on the cup.
Image description: handwritten note, I like you a latte.
Her lips parted in surprise, not daring to glance up at the guy in question. He specifically wrote this…for her to see? He wrote a coffee pun, just for her?
“It was a close call between you mocha me smile and where have you bean all my life?”
His voice broke her out of her stunned thoughts, and she finally looked up at him to see him smiling shyly at her.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh wow. That…that was unexpected. Wow. Butterflies dared to dance in her stomach, excitement soared through her blood, but she tried valiantly to push them down.
“You really put the effort in there, huh?” she said, smiling softly back at him.
“You’re worth the possible soul-destroying rejection,” Elias mused, shrugging.
Rejection?
“What?” she asked, confused.
Elias sighed softly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, before he took a shaky breath. “I know that I’m hard to read, and maybe I’ve been watching too many CW shows with Brock, but I figured that if I don’t take a shot here then I’m an idiot.”
“Elias…” she breathed, trailing off.
He just smiled wryly at her, cheeks a little flushed but seemingly undeterred.
“You make my Monday mornings better. You make me better. And I really hope I’m not reading things wrong and being a pressurising creep in your place of work…but would you like to go out with me some time?”
Her lips parted in surprise, but that didn’t stop a wide smile spreading across her face.
“Oh my god. Wow. I, uh, absolutely,” she said, nodding, laughing a little incredulously, “I would definitely like to go out with you.”
Did she just say that? Did she really just say that?
The look of relief that spread across Elias’s face made her smile even more, and as he sent her a beaming smile back, her heartbeat started to race. No wonder he smiled like that so rarely – it was a danger to society, clearly.
“Really?” he asked, sounding like he didn’t quite believe his luck.
What a ridiculous notion.
“Really,” she nodded, her smile a little shyer now. “I never thought someone like you would ever been interested in regular old me.”
“Well regular old me, I’m Just Elias in here, remember?” he mused.
She laughed at his teasing smile, nodding at the use of her own words.
“Alright Just Elias, it’s a date,” Joanna said happily.
As he passed her his phone for her to input her phone number – and wasn’t that a concept she never imagined happening – she ignored Carl smugly collecting money from their colleagues, too consumed with the giddiness of Elias actually asking her out. He asked her out. She was going on a date with Elias Pettersson. No, Just Elias, just Elias the guy that made Mondays her favourite day of the week.
“There, now you have my number too,” Elias said, smiling sweetly at her.
Joanna smiled sweetly back at him as her phone buzzed in her pocket, just nodding.
“I look forward to seeing what you plan for our date,” Joanna said, taking a chance on flirting a little harder than usual.
The intensity in Elias’s gaze made butterflies tease at her stomach.
“I look forward to taking you on your last first date,” he said smoothly.
That concept, paired with his slight smirk, made her head spin and the butterflies riot. Now she really couldn’t wait for their date. “That’s a pretty bold statement, Elias,” she said softly, smile tugging at her lips.
“Being bold got me your number, didn’t it?” he mused, although his cheeks flushed slightly.
She couldn’t argue with that. Both of them stepping out of their comfort zones had gotten them where they were right now, and quite honestly, she was thankful for it. Never had she so openly flirted with anyone, and she could imagine he rarely took the chance that he had taken with her. So if being bold was the way to go? Well, she couldn’t wait to see what happened next.
#my writing#elias pettersson fic#happy birthday c!#elias pettersson imagine#elias pettersson x oc#elias pettersson fanfic#nhl writing#nhl fic#nhl imagine#hockey writing#hockey fic#hockey imagine#c’sbirthdaybingo
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Right so imagine Jon decided to actually look into Jonah and Smirke and Peter(Mordechai) and Simon
(this is what my brain came up with- if this isn’t exactly how they’d talk don’t blame me it’s more like incorrect quotes where it’s vaguely around the character)
*Jonah walks past Jon’s office to just check for a second and sees a board with his name up on it*
Jonah: Hello, Jon?
Jon: Oh- Elias, sorry it’s a bit of a mess
Jonah: No worries! I just wanted to… see what you were up to, what’s this?
Jon: I see- well I thought the Lukas’, Magnus, Fairchild, Smirke, Albrecht, Dr. Fanshawe… they were all interesting- seen as it’s the beginning of the institute that they pop up in so, I thought it would be interesting to learn more about them.
Jonah: Alright, And?
Jon: Well, the people don’t have much history other than landmarks, like the institute, Moorland Manor, all of Smirke’s construction, the manor Albrecht’s nephew… if I remember correctly? Anyways, they aren’t historically that relevant- other than for the fears
Jonah: Right. Is that all, then?
Jon: Umm… Kind of?
Jonah: What does that mean.
Jon: Well, i looked more into the wording and manner and such of the statements they are in or wrote and.. their relationships are quite- queer, in both senses
Jonah: …Pardon?
Jon: You reading Barnabas’ statement to Jonah was- quite endearingly wrote- I understand most of them said “Dear Jonah” but the fact that he’s relying on Magnus and doesn’t just use Jonah for urgency is odd to say the least, let alone the fact Magnus then went to get his bones after he’d died…
Jonah: … I suppose-
Jon: And! You said he was on good terms with Mordechai Lukas? What good terms? It’s very vague- and suggests things- especially if what I’m imagining Bennet’s relationship with Magnus entails.
Jonah: … I- … Perhaps.
Jon: And! The fact Smirke wasn’t outright done with Magnus after Jonah betrayed him was something I don’t think most people would do… That implies things- Especially seeing Magnus, and the things he did.
Jonah: Fair enoug- what? What about Jonah Magnus implies things?
Jon: He- Well look at him- he’s in your office:..
Jonah: I-…
Jon: Anyways- Im starting to believe Jonah had a harem of his associates..
Jonah: . . . How.
Jon: Albrecht and Clara would not care that much- Neither would Jonathan be that upset- Smirke, Mordechai, and Barnabas I already explained… Oh- Simon! The Fairchild family isn’t much connected to the Vast except for him and his niece?
Jonah: I’m not understanding why you chose to-… do- this.
Jon: I divulge in my interests, the eye certainly would like to know…
Jonah: About that?
Jon: I’d think so- I forgot the Dark’s person which I’m sure is now Maxwell Rayner because of the body hopping the Dark’s avatar can do…
Jonah: I… Alright, Jon- I could get you a statement?
Jon: No, thank you- I think I’ll keep doing this.
Jonah: Did- Jon, I suggest that you stop focusing on Georgian Era Drama. *Intense glare*
Jon: Oh- O- K…
(If this doesn’t make sense… I like to think Jonah had a harem of his friends/colleagues/associates… a lot of people think this way too- I think… anywayssssssss)
#jonah magnus#Jonah Magnus harem#mordechai lukas#albrecht von closen#robert smirke#jonathan fanshawe#jonathan sims#tma headcanons#the magnus archives#200 year old dead gay men#200 year old eyeball bitch#love them though
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[Centaurs]
Prompt posted by @monsterkinkmeme
"Whilst on holiday by the sea, you go down to the shore one morning at low tide and see an entire herd of centaurs all galloping along the sand. At the head of the group, two of the younger adults are clearly racing each other, and as they near you and see you watching them, they plunge into an even faster gallop, obviously showing off for you.
Later that day you meet the one who had caught your eye and yes, they were definitely interested in you…"
Centaur Male x Male Reader x Centaur Male
Elias & Soran
A/N: I love a good poly relationship and centaurs so why not
NOTE: THIS IS UNFINISHED AND TUMBLR MOBILE IS ANNOYING AND INSTEAD OF SAVING DRAFT IT POSTED IM SO SORRY
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The chilly summer morning breeze rustled the beige curtains that adorned your rooms open window. You sipped your warm tea and gazed out to the calm ocean. The occasional figure passed your view as they walked along a path that lead into the town. You decided to take a much needed vacation and settled on a homely coastal town to do so. After a few minutes of beach watching, you finished your tea and decided to go for a walk.
You stood and set your cup in the small sink before slipping on your shoes and a light coat. You made sure to grab your phone, keys, and wallet before heading out the door and down to the small fenced walkway that bordered the beach. The seagulls squawked as they flew over head, the wind gently rustling your clothes. The distant sound of galloping muffled by the sand could be heard approaching and you curiously turned to look where the sound was coming from.
A herd of centaurs were trotting along the beach. A pair of younger males were far in front of the others. You leaned on the railing and watched the two of them. Visually, they were polar opposites. The one on the left, or the one closest to you, had long blonde hair and pale skin that faded wonderfully into his almost golden coloured coat. And the other on the right had short black hair, and tanned skin that melded into pitch black fur. The only thing that these two seemed to have in common was a wide grin and a passion for racing one another.
You smiled fondly at the two and they seemed to notice you. The blonde offered a curt wave while the ravenette nodded his head in acknowledgement or as in to say 'sup. You waved back at the two before they turned and said something to one another. They were still pretty far down the coast before taking off. "Hey! You cheater!" The blonde yelled to the other who merely laughed. In no time, they were neck and neck, rushing past. They were at least a hundred feet away from where you leaned against the railing but you could still hear their laughter and loud banter with one another.
Before long, they were far past you and the rest of their herd had finally crossed where you had been standing. Who you could have only assumed was the herds leader, offered a kind smile and a wave. You waved back and watched as the rest of them trot by. Deciding you had finally taken in the scenery, you made your way down into the small town. There was a small Café you drove by on the way to your little motel that you decided you wanted to check out.
Upon reaching the place, you ordered what appealed to your appetite and chose on an outdoor seat once you received your order. It's nice enough anyways. Not too long after you dug in to your small breakfast, the two centaurs you had watched race each other could be seen making their way towards you. Each of them now had shirts on and funnily enough, where wearing ones that opposed their looks. Thr brighter of the pair spoke first. "Hey! Mind if we join you?" He asked sweetly. His voice is light and smooth, holding that cute peppy tone that some guys had.
You motioned to your mostly empty table and nodded. "As long as the spots free, go for it." You said with a small smile. He thanked you and the other spoke once they had joined you at the table. "I'm Elias. This is Soran." He said, motioning to himself then over to the blonde. You introduced yourself and they both nodded. "You two looked like you were having fun earlier." You said before taking nother bite from your now nearly half finished breakfast. Soran laughed and Elias nodded.
"Well we did have a cute spectator. It was only fair we show off a little bit." Soran smirked, flirting a bit. Elias rolled his eyes and nudged his side with his elbow. "Ignore him, he's a dumb ass." Elias said with a blank expression, smiling when he heard Soran's whine of annoyance. You smiled as well and giggled at their antics. "This your first time here?" Elias asked, seeming to observe your outfit.
With a soft head tilt, you nodded softly. "Why? Do I look that out if place?" You joked. Soran laughed and Elias shook his head. "No no, I just- Er- We've never seen you around before." He said softly as if he had said something that offended you. "Dude chill, they're just joking." Soran said with a small laugh at how shy Elias had become. "Well, it is my first time coming here. I needed a vacation from the city." You stated, finishing off what little breakfast you still had remaining and sipping on your drink while the three of you conversed.
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29. Goodbye. Part three of three.
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"So we just killed your…" Elias turned to look at the door leading to the living room of the apartment. From where they were sitting, he could just see the feet of the man they came to end. "Yes," Remi affirmed, "My older brother, to be precise." "…Should I keep calling you ‘Rem’, then?" Elias asked. "I like that name, I chose it myself," a pang of anger in his voice, wavering as life was slowly leaving his body, “It’s Theodore, if you want," he offered, "I don’t care much … not the time for it." “Theodore,” Elias tried the word, “…no, I think Rem is just fine.” The fire crackled, unbothered by the violence and somberness that came into this place. “You never told us you had a brother.” “Have I ever told you anything about my family?” Remi, or maybe Theodore spoke, winding up for a tirade. “You said you hated them,” Elias’ voice was calm and present. There was a gentle silence after he spoke. “I couldn’t-“ he breathed out, “…couldn’t say much else. Imagine how Nyx would react.” “She loves you. And I know you love her-” “She also got raped by a nobleman, no? I don’t think love is enough to eclipse that,” his voice was like broken glass. “…” Elias took in the words, “…should I tell her anything when I come back?” “Tell her whatever you want. Tell them whatever you want. I’ll be too dead to care.” After almost two years of fighting, side by side, Elias got used to seeing Remi angry. Not like this. Not like now. His anger used to be hot as the fire he brought upon those who did evil, in his eyes, anyway. He was a rebel, a child of fraught politics and corruption just like all of them, in their little group as well as in the larger movement. He was hurt, and he would hurt the people who did this to him and his people. His anger used to be feral, excited; it used to burn in his eyes and would light up and infect all who looked on him. Even his ever-calm, ever-serious right hand man. Now this fire only smoldered. “Why?” “Why what?” Remi said, annoyed. “Why did you,” Elias tightened his lips, searching for words, “Why are you dying right now?” “I told you at the briefing,” he exhaled, ��a power like this, power to control the thoughts and actions of others,” he furrowed his brow, “it’s why the country is in this situation in the first place. And we’re here to make it better-” “-by any means necessary, yes,” Elias finished, “I remember. I hope you remember that I strongly disagree.” Remi chuckled into a cough, “I honestly thought you’d‘ve got how dangerous it is. Especially now,” he gestured at the wound on his chest. Elias nodded, “I do. But this is not the way to deal with it.” “Whatever,” Remi replied, his voice growing weaker, “What’s done is done.” They sat there, as the rainclouds slowly cleared and the hearth ate away at the logs. “Hey,” Remi’s voice was almost inaudible, his eyelids growing weak, “it was a good run.” “It was.” “I’ll go now,” he let out another weak laugh, “do tell Nyx… ah, forget it. See you never, shit-head.” “Goodbye,” Elias smiled somberly. Remi’s eyes closed and the moisture around him condensed onto his skin in small crystals of clear ice. The blood soaking his clothes stilled and turned black. The flow of sanguine fluid stopped at the wound, frozen shut. Elias felt the subtle will holding his thoughts away from getting up linger for a moment. Then it was gone, as if there was never a will there at all. His mind was empty.
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I hope this little foray into my currently nonexistent novel was fun for you! It certainly was for me. Feel free to ask questions about this in the comments or in the ask, I guess I'll open it. No one will probably see this anyway; but still!
On topic of giving additional context:
Remi, or Theodore, honestly why not both, mentions he possesses three charms. Charms are basically magical talents; they can be anything from controlling ice (like in Theo's case) to the superhuman reflexes bullshit that Elias has (he uses that for stabbing people, usually). Charms are hereditary, which is why they are mostly possessed by members of influential families. People usually have just one, but there are ways to get more of them by ways of magical nonsense. The more charms you have, and the more taxing they are, the less of a good time you have living a healthy life. Charms are somehow connected or dependant on your cardiovascular system, so if you overdo it you get into heart palpitation territory. People with more than one charm or a single powerful charm don't live long. Theo possesses three charms: Ice bullshit, mind control bullshit and fire bullshit. Until this scene his allies know of the first and the last one, and he is not having a good time. So that's it, i think!
I hope you enjoyed this; and have a good day!
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Okay I just had a dream where some sort of fae humanoid creature was trying to shape me into.... something? By having me witness and act in horrors???
It was a group of us humans and a group of fae and one of the people with me said they found something in thier grandma's collection that was like. A powder? But it turned out to be iron based and we used it in the water on the floor to sever and protect all the other people who'd been caught up in this horrible dreamlike situation. The problem with that, though, is I still wanted to know why. Why the hell this Elias Bouchard from Magnus Archives talking all seeing bitch had been so set on just giving me enough information about the scenes that had been set up to solve them myself but at great fucking cost.
Anyway while all the other fae were burning and retreating back behind a dark souls fog wall this fucker turns back and, to my utter surprise and delight, starts answering my questions while walking around in the iron tainted water like its nothing. So not fae then. Or maybe far too powerful for a diluted powder to affect? Either way it was like. Huh. This bitch really was going and then stayed just because I asked/he chose to. Ite. Lemme just re-evaluate real quick.
But yeah, they were trying to.... make an apprentice? But that wasn't the right word. A follower? They were making something, but it needed to be with a willing participant. Told me about failed attempts, about how after all the simulations the previous people had passed they'd frozen like deer in the headlights when a real creature with ill intent came at them. I was looking at their petrified remains when he/they said all this, so the evidence was there. I believed them.
I mentioned it being ridiculous that after experiencing what I'd just gone through and surviving that the people would choke Then of all times.
That's when they decided walk up behind me and show themselves as a Creature Of Ill Intent, still vaguely humanoid but with no discernable features other than a mouth and eyes. Too many eyes, all looking at me far too intently before stepping even closer, pressing me back into the statue-like corpse of someone who came before me and failed. It's saying something about fear responses, maybe how they're predictable?
Anyway yeah that's when they/it proceed to try and scare me by showing off it's sharp teeth, scraping them over my shoulder while evil monologing and uh. Long story short it had The Opposite Effect of what they were intending and I think I may have freaked out a creature of nightmares so much it made me wake up
Edit: I think it was the fear of being late for work that attracted the creatures that fed on fear so like. Go Capitalism I guess
#this might be a symptom of listening to tma now that i think about it#am i attracted to the concept of the ceaseless watcher????? send help plz#dream i had#the magnus archives#terato#im actually laughing my ass off tbh like. No Monkey Brain we do not walk towards obvious danger Have We Learned Nothing???#story idea? would anyone read a romance novel based on this??#there would be 🌟 Shadow Tentacles 🌟#story ideas#for later#terat0philliac#because im kinda convinced that is a cosmic horror attempting to be made flesh#but got spooked because fear wasn't the reaction and therefore did not feed it#am i mentally ill? yes#maybe#probably
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I'm glad we have the same Jon opinions lol. Like yes he was a jerk at the beginning of the series and then burned a lot of his bridges during his nervous breakdown but wow does that not excuse the way everyone treated him MAN. And Jon just takes all of it because he thinks they're right and he's a monster (which isn't helped at all by Elias' gross ''you chose this'' speach). It's just all so aaaaaahhhhHHH. Like guys. I know you're mad at Elais. But even though Jon also has the spooky eye stuff and is right here (as opposed to safe in jail) does not mean you get to treat him like this please ;-;
Genuinely like the top ten character who's treatment by others makes me oh so angry on their behalf. I can't believe the only person Jon had in his corner for a while was the cop that harassed him, kidnapped him, and then slit his throat!!! Argh. Anyways
As president of the Jonathan Sims Protection Team, I am glad to know you're a member. Take a team jacket, a steel bat, and an air horn to blare every time some character pulls a game of 'Blame it on Jon!' out of their ass.*
*Yes, it comes with a set of ear plugs.
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- rhaenys has a deep fear of dogs. she was attacked by a dog when she and her mysterious knight were traveling from king’s landing to starfall, resulting in scars across her face and her right forearm. since then, rhaenys struggles being around dogs of any variety.
- rhaenys does not like sweet things like tarts or candies. but that being said, she has a soft spot for dornish blood orange tarts, which are more savory than sweet, anyway. they are technically pastries, but they’re the only kind she legitimately enjoys.
- her favorite color is the soft pink of a sunset.
- speaking of, rhaenys prefers sunsets to sunrises, since the colors are more vibrant.
- rhaenys struggles with sleeping. she often gets plagued by nightmares, usually of the trauma she faced in king’s landing, but also random things her mind warps to torment her. as a result, rhaenys will usually wander around like a ghost at night. she alternates between libraries, gardens, etc. often times she can be found asleep on the floor or against the wall by oberyn or poor servants. floors are remarkably comfortable.
- when rhaenys was fourteen, she was bitten by a juvenile shark on her right upper thigh.
- at the age of thirteen, rhaenys killed her first man. it was during a large party hosted in sunspear, in which rhaenys met and encountered a man who had known rhaegar. the man recognized rhaenys’ eyes instantly, but said nothing for the remainder of the evening. he later confronted her in the library in sunspear and threatened her. he attempted to kill her himself when she attempted to call for help and leave, resulting in a scuffle. rhaenys managed to use a letter opener to stab into his neck. she was found by oberyn, who took the blame for the man’s death. it was believed, on account of oberyn’s reputation. rhaenys was shaken by the event, and began to take to wearing blue jewelry that made her eyes look more blue than purple. oberyn also sent her to starfall to live for a few months after, under the pretense of visiting members of her mother’s family.
- at the age of fifteen, rhaenys met a young, handsome merchant who traveled between westeros to essos, who she fell madly in love with. he returned every six months to the port, where they would convene and share little moments together. at the age of seventeen, the merchant, who only knew her as adara sand, requested they run away together. he suggested that they meet at dawn and they’d sail away to essos together. rhaenys had packed her things that night, intending on leaving her duties behind and lead her own life. but she caught sight of a piece of elia’s jewelry oberyn gifted her, and decided she couldn’t do it. she had to avenge elia and aegon. so, the merchant sailed away without her. six months later, rhaenys learned the merchant had been killed, along with his whole crew, by raiders a few months prior. rhaenys concluded that her love was like the doom of valyria; destined for destruction in all who lay in its volcanic wake. she chose to close her heart to romance after that, focusing instead on her pursuit of vengeance and justice. she never wept for him.
- rhaenys speaks multiple different languages, though she’s most comfortable in valyrian and rhoynish.
- oberyn promised to show rhaenys the beauty of essos someday, so she could see the great wonders of the world. it’s sadly a promise he never kept.
- rhaenys wears lily or amber perfume.
- one of the few qualities rhaenys has that she does not detest is her hair, which is waist length, thick, and glossy, because it reminds her of her mother.
- rhaenys resents her eyes. she overheard oberyn tell doran once that he struggled to meet her gaze, because her eyes belonged to the man who betrayed elia. rhaenys never told oberyn she overheard him, but she actively began to stop meeting his gaze during conversation; choosing, instead, to look idly elsewhere.
- when rhaenys was a child, she would often run away from her septa, and find various little places to escape to. she was an utter menace.
- rhaenys used to hide away in her father’s private library and read his books. through his books, she developed a keen fascination with dragons, and developed the theory that dragon eggs came from falling stars which landed on earth. a silly theory, of course.
- rhaenys is a dreamer, though she does not know it - nor accept it.
- if balerion and rhaenys were to ever meet again, neither would recognize each other.
- rhaenys is always warm. hence, she has a high tolerance for the north, and only starts to get genuinely cold when she gets closer to the wall.
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#thєч wíll wrítє stσríєs σf hєr ( headcanons )#|| this was so much fun to write#random headcanons give me life
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I posted 7,370 times in 2022
That's 2,509 more posts than 2021!
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Gerard Keay/Tim Stoker Characters: Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Gerard Keay, Danny Stoker, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood, Mary Keay, The Stoker Parents Additional Tags: High School AU, Prom is gonna happen eventually Summary:
It was freshmen year when he showed up—a skinny thing dressed in dark oversized clothes and an even bigger black jacket. The new kid was quiet and kept to himself, insisting that people should just leave him alone. He wasn’t going to be there long anyway. Tim was fascinated immediately.
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Hey guys! I'm starting to stream games on twitch from my boyfriend's collection and if anyone wants to join me and come hang out you are welcome! I'm playing Tiny Rails today!
I'm under the same username there! I'm brand new at this so eventually I will figure it all out so bare with me!
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I always forget to post about it here but I added another chapter to Swing Life Away! I think we're at 27 chapters now lol, I'll try to be better about posting updates here ^.^; I hope you enjoy
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Holy shit! Mullisreader13 over on AO3 drew the Tattoo that I gave Jon in the newest chapter of 'Swing Life Away' T.T I can't stop looking at it. She isn't on Tumblr much anymore but gave me permission to post it here so I can link it. T.T
Click on it for a little better quality!
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My #1 post of 2022
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay/Tim Stoker, Basira Hussain/Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley Characters: Martin Blackwood, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Gerard Keay, Basira Hussain, Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James, Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), Melanie King, Georgie Barker, Elias Bouchard, Peter Lukas Additional Tags: Everyone lives, Everyone is sort of shipped with everyone, except elias, Fluff, This is really soft for the most part, Asexual Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Not a time travel fix-it Summary:
Jon's eyes shot open with a sharp gasp. His chest ached but the pain was already quickly fading. He was....he was seated at his desk? Why was he at his desk? That wasn't right....was it? He frowned and looked around. Everything appeared to be in place, except for him. He wasn't supposed to be here. He could feel it. Something important had happened.
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welp the only other thing my peer review said to work on was adding page numbers and i dont.want to go get my physical copy of the story rn sooooo. sasha time.
sasha james. god how i love you. she worked in artifact storage (as opposed to jon and tim in research, and martin in the library). or. artefact. think thats how all the official stuff spells it bc british. this is where the big spooky shit of the institute is. you cant work in artefact storage without at least on some level Knowing that the supernatural is real. shes described as being tall, with long hair and glasses (thats important). she was originally the one gertrude had planned to be the archivist after she died. but, elias chose jon. sasha and tim had talked about it, said it was obviously sexism (well. mostly tim saying its sexism) because sasha is so much more qualified to be the archivist. and she would be, if being qualified for the job on paper was what elias was looking for. but elias didnt want a good archivist, he wanted a good archive. someone he could manipulate into becoming an avatar of the eye and being marked by all 14 fears. but neither of them knew that at the time. on the same tape (in the same conversation), tim joked about jon's skepticism, saying that he'd deny sasha ever existed. and sasha. poor doomed sasha.
sasha. oh sasha.
at the end of season 1, the institute is attacked by jane prentiss. worm wife. im sure youre at least familiar. well, sasha, jon, and martin are all in the airtight room martin has been staying in (after. worm attack left him stuck in his flat for 2 weeks without power or any kind of way to communicate). tim had been out when the worms first attacked, and so is unaware as hes walking into the archives. sasha rushes out to save him. sasha makes her way up to elias to tell him about it, to tell him to try to do something. he says to set off the fire extinguishers manually, as the co2 kills the worms. she did. sasha. at that point. retreated back to artefact storage. theres someone else there. not someone. not someone yet. its something. its been attached to that table for so long, but now that sasha is near... it can attach itself to her. kill her, take her identity and her place. but it doesnt take her face. this sasha looks completely different. of course it does. its Not Sasha. but everyone thinks its sasha. she isnt tall. she doesnt have long hair. she doesnt have glasses. but to everyone, she is sasha james. well. everyone but melanie.
see, melanie met sasha only briefly after giving her statement in season 1. they had a conversation about haunted pubs. a short interaction, but they met. they met long enough for melanie to know, when she gave her second statement in season 2, that the woman everyone was calling sasha was NOT sasha. that lead jon into doing a little... digging. on doppelgangers. and he found things. he found that it was tied to this certain table, one that had been delivered to jon by breekon and hope (who he knew then as two strange delivery men whod been mentioned in multiple statements), one that was currently. in artefact storage. and he finds tapes hidden in "sashas" desk, ones that he thought went missing. ones with sashas real voice on them. see, the notthem can alter digital photos and recordings, but not tapes or polaroids. and so jon does. as any stupid paranoid idiot who hasnt slept in a week would do. he buys an axe and smashes the table. this sets the being loose! yayyyy!! buttt thanks to weird fuckass old man who lives in the secret tunnels under the institute (no im not joking), hes saved. because he can. move around the walls and trap it.
anyway can you imagine your best friend being replaced by something. something that doesnt even have her face, her voice, nothing about her is the same. imagine, even knowing that the thing you know as your friend is the thing that killed her, that face is the only one you know when you think of her. you can never get that memory back. your best friend was taken from you by the same thing as your brother. whoops yeah i didnt mention that. tims brother was also killed by the stranger. this poor man
thTs. fucking DEVASTATINF. HELLO. WHAT THE FUCK
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acta non verba
read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gf3zyEi by catastrophiccats Can I tell you a secret? I know when you die. I’ve seen it, over and over. I’m no Archive. I can’t claim to understand everything. But I can still See. And I See you. I’ve left my number below. Call Me. I’ll help you. We’ll help you. Have a safe week, Jonathan Sims. It may be your last. — Or, Oliver Callahan has had a rough time of it. They like traveling with their girlfriend, yes, but the dreams come nightly. They can’t get them to leave. So, they decide to do the next best thing. They Help. Words: 2618, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of The Usher Foundation: Traveling Research Department Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Other Characters: Original Statement Giver(s) (The Magnus Archives), Original Fear Entity Avatars (The Magnus Archives), Original Archivist Character(s) (The Magnus Archives), Original Characters, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Elias Bouchard | Jonah Magnus, Martin Blackwood, Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Melanie King, Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Basira Hussain, Sasha James, Not-Them (The Magnus Archives), Original Cat Character(s), Danny Stoker, Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), Helen | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives) Relationships: Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Original Character(s), Original Statement Giver(s) (The Magnus Archives)/Other(s), Martin Blackwood/Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Sasha James/Tim Stoker, Georgie Barker/Melanie King, Basira Hussain/Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Tim Stoker, Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist & Alice "Daisy" Tonner, Melanie King & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Martin Blackwood & Jonathan "Jon" Sims | The Archivist, Melanie King & Tim Stoker Additional Tags: Prophetic Dreams, Prophetic Visions, Sleep Deprivation, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Statement Hunger (The Magnus Archives), Statement Fic (The Magnus Archives), Time Travel Fix-It, they/them pronouns, No beta we kayak like Tim, Danny Stoker Lives, Tim Stoker Lives (The Magnus Archives), Sasha James Lives, Trans Character, Canon-Typical The Beholding Content (The Magnus Archives), Canon-Typical The Slaughter Content (The Magnus Archives), Slaughter Avatar Melanie King, Spiral Avatar Sasha James, Desolation Avatar Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives), Major Original Character(s), Canon-Typical The Web Content (The Magnus Archives), Canon-Typical Worms (The Magnus Archives), Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, live laugh oliver callahan, fuck not seeing the future, I SAY THE FUTURE HAS EYES, The Beholding Fear Entity (The Magnus Archives), CAT AVATARS, The Usher Foundation (The Magnus Archives), Siblings Helen | The Distortion & Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), but not rly, im sorry as much as I love Basira with a hijab I don’t trust myself to write it well, and I’ve seen people complain about the stereotype, anyways! read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gf3zyEi
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Elias wasn’t on an obsessive pilgrimage towards knowledge, he wanted immortality and used The Eye as a path to get there
people can have multiple interests? immortality was perhaps his primary aim, but he never passed up an opportunity to expand his knowledge. he abandoned Mordecai Lucas to the Lonely despite caring about him (‘collected his bones mournfully enough’) just to see what would happen, because ‘he had to know’. he was always interested in esoteric knowledge; when their little group was each pledging themselves to an Entity, Smirke specifically asks him to stop following the Eye. he stole the library in Schwartzwald despite knowing it could harm yet another friend. he runs an educational institute, not a neuroscience or genetic engineering lab (with which, too, he could have connected the esoteric as with the Anabelle Cane experiment).
and, as you say, he used the Eye specifically. not Terminus, not the Corruption (cockroaches can survive anything logic), not the Extinction (become post-human to avoid human death), &c.. I feel like he wouldn’t have chosen the Eye, nor been so effective an acolyte, had he not had a genuine affinity to the Eye’s domain of knowledge and curiosity. he chose his God and he fed it well.
#asks.#the magnus archives#idk what other fears would suit immortality#perhaps the End wouldn’t actually be willing to entertain such hopes#but I keep going back to MAG 200 where Elias says deep down he knew immortality wasn’t possible#but he was glad to have lived a thousand lifetimes anyway#and the End would have allowed that. like the game-playing avatar(s)#but Elias chose the Eye anyway#also the fact that Jon grew in power well enough for Knowing to be instinctual#Elias would have been similarly affected#this is not entirely coherent but I thought Elias Magnus being a knowledge boy#was obvious enough not to need explanation#feel like I missed a lot
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ok, heres another au idea: AU where everything’s the same except jon, even since the first ep, has been just. really creepy, like cryptid-levels of creepy
(ramble below, for once not in the tags)
like Tim walks into his office on his first day of being an assistant, ready to greet his boss, and Jon’s sitting alone in his office, the only light coming from the door, his eyes glowing an unnatural green that tim swears isn’t his actual eye color, with hair just long enough to cast an ominous shadow over his features, and Tim just. slowly backs out
it only gets worse as the seasons continue, especially season 2, where hes full-on paranoid and has longer, more unkempt hair that really casts a shadow over his eyes, and a constant expression like hes either gonna kill you at any moment, or hes about to bolt out of the room to avoid getting killed himself, even if his paranoia isnt as bad as his general appearance makes it seem.
He could be perfectly fine during season 1 or post-s5, and he’d still be ominous while doing absolutely everything. Making coffee? staring dead, unblinkingly at the machine until its done. Sleeping? sleeps with his eyes open, even when he was human, or he wakes up instantly and just sits up silently without saying a word looking wide awake as he mentally wakes up.
Even funnier, there’s the possibility that the archive team in s1 don’t notice how creepy and ominous their boss is at all times, but the rest of the institute absolutely does. Even Elias is slightly freaked out.
The team, in season 2, start wondering if Jon is human (even before Jon actually has to worry about that), and ask him, and hes like “what? of course i’m human.” because even though his presence feels like an omen, he still talks the same way as canon, and its not until he wakes up from his coma that he starts talking in omen too.
After s5, it does settle quite a bit, especially if he loses his archivist powers, but hes always been like that, so he goes back to his regular baseline level of ominous and creepy, which Martin has come to adore, as he’s caught a bit of a twisted humour from Jon and Melaine
Hes not creepy 24/7, but if hes not actively engaging with you, there’s a good chance he’s being creepy. (which, now that i think about it, would make the whole him-stalking-tim-and-martin to be so much scarier from their perspective)
(also, imagine Elias being confronted by Jon in MAG 200, and when he faces jon, he just sees this dark figure death-gripping a knife with such a dangerous aura that Elias swears he feels The Eye flinch back from him. And then getting immediately stabbed to death in what i hope to be the most terrifying experience in Elias’ and Jonah’s lives)
#and then jon going full on moth-man eldritch entity monster#and everyone in his friend group just getting used to it#so they just walk into work and see Jon in the corner facing the wall blaire witch style and their just like#''good morning jon''#and the eldritch creature known as Jon just waves hello because hes stressed and semiverbal that day#oh yeah autistic/adhd semiverbal jon hc#he doesnt realise it for a while#cuz he manages to force out words a lot even if it drains him a bucnh#but once hes in a stable enviroment he lets himself take the break when his body cant speak#oop i tag rambled anyway#tag ramble#tma#the magnus archives#monster!jon#cryptid!jon#i want elias' last living moments to be of fear and pain#the eye has likely wondered several times why they chose the cryptid twink over the smart hacker#also imagine cryptid!jon smiting helen or not!sasha#how terrifying that would be#just. unhinged jon rights#he can be a cryptic entity#as a treat#tma spoilers#jon says some shit like ''the depths of the dark will consume our light very soon'' and martin's just like ''jon just say its getting late''#bonus points for if jon's cryptidness starts rubbing off on martin and he starts saying cyptic stuff too#if purely to mess with jon#also no jon's personality does not change at all in this au#maybe a slightly more emotionless voice and resting bitch face than canon#but aside from that literally nothing else changes#tma au
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Jmart song, or if you’re feeling it, song for either of them for superhero au?
OOOH for jmart it's hard to choose just one?? There's quite a few, but I wanted smthing I haven't seen thrown out too much...but I'm indecisive so have three!
(smthing smthing eye imagery and it reminds me of Martin's poems for some reason?)
(bc of this animatic and the eyepocalypse roadtrip and they just give big Music My Dad Likes vibes when it comes to love songs)
(it's abt the tragic irony of the short span of their relationship </3. Also music my dad likes)
I'm doing a song request ask game!
#tma#ramblings of a lunatic#asks#@FOLLOWERS MORE PLEASE I HAVE MANY IN MY HEAD#and i couldn't think of anything for the superhero au because i don't think their dynamic is super different from canon??#it just runs a bit smoother than in canon is less tragic#and i chose pretty light-hearted songs for this anyway so i think it still fits!#i was tempted to go slightly darker in places?? like.#i was thinking of ''why didn't you stop me?'' by mitski for the 159 vibes but. nah i couldn't do that to them#also considered can't take my eyes off you by frankie vallie but i barely restrained myself#still can't listen to it without thinking of ben Meredith's rqgg bonjs read-outs where he sings it as elias. shudder to think abt it
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meet the hughes’ - quinn hughes
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“They’re going to hate me” You groan from your spot on Quinn’s bed.
“No they won’t” He called back from his closet where he was picking out an outfit. You had come over an hour before he originally told you, already dressed and ready to go for dinner because you were so nervous.
“You told me that they hated your last girlfriend Quinn” It’s always nerve wracking meeting your boyfriend’s parents but when you learn they have a history of disliking whoever he brought home, it’s even worse.
“One, they didn’t hate her and two, you are very different from her and I know they’re going to love you” Quinn emerges in his outfit and comes to press a kiss to your head in reassurance. “Let’s go, we don’t want to be late”
Quinn tries everything during the drive to the restaurant to calm your nerves. He lets you connect your bluetooth which rarely happens because your music is not up to his standards, he also tries to distract you by telling stories about his teammates that would usually make you laugh but all you can do is smile tightly. When you pull up to Cardero’s (your favourite restaurant which Quinn chose to make you feel more at ease) you climb out of the car and walk hand in hand into the restaurant.
You find the table immediately, Luke and their parents are sitting while looking around the restaurant until they spot you coming towards the table. Quinn’s mom jumps up and pulls him into a hug as soon as you reach them.
“Mom, Dad, this is Y/n” You smile and wave awkwardly before mentally slapping yourself for waving at them like an idiot.
“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Q talks my ear off about you all the time” His mom pulls you into a hug which you weren’t expecting but you reciprocate anyways. Once you and Quinn sit down next to Luke, the hockey conversation is in full swing. You hadn’t expected much else, even when Quinn said he would try to change the topic if they talked about hockey too much. You knew their family was all about hockey. Hell, within a couple years, all three of their sons will be in the NHL so you can’t really blame them for wanting to talk about hockey. It’s not like you hated the sport, obviously you liked it because of Quinn but you didn’t know much about the business side of hockey, you were more comfortable with the actual game rather than contracts and all that.
They talked about the upcoming draft and which prospects have promise as well as the new policies and whatnot in the NHL. It all went over your head but you sat quietly and listened, trying to keep up with them.
“So Y/n, we’ve probably been boring you all night huh?” Luke asks and you laugh.
“It’s been entertaining even if I don’t quite follow all that” You say timidly.
“Y/n/n doesn’t love the business part of hockey, she just likes watching me skate around” Quinn teases and squeezes your thigh to which you smile tightly.
“I actually prefer to watch Elias since he scores more frequently” You say back and his parents laugh.
“Now that you’ve met me, you’ll enjoy watching me play better than this old guy” Luke chimes in from the other side of the table which earns him a shove from his brother.
“Boys” Jim scolds from his seat and you hold back your laughter when the two boys look like children who just got in trouble.
“I’m just glad you enjoy hockey, Quinn has been with girls who just didn’t understand the game and what it takes to succeed in it” So that’s why they didn’t like his old girlfriend… maybe you should thank your dad for sitting you down to watch games with him throughout your childhood.
“I guess being a lifelong Canucks fan has its perks then” You smile, squeezing Quinn’s hand which has been on your leg the entire time.
“So, what stories do you have for me Y/n?” Luke asks, digging for some dirt on his older brother. He smirks when Quinn obviously kicks him under the table.
“The party?” You say to Quinn who rolls his eyes while laughing. His parents are intrigued so you take a sip of your water before diving into the story.
“When we first started talking like probably a week in, Quinn invited me to a home game which I graciously accepted. He told me that my ticket was and all I had to do was talk to the guy at a specific entrance and he would bring me in. So the night of, I followed his instructions and found the guy who led me up to the boxes. I was thinking it was kinda weird to be all alone up in a box but maybe the players couldn’t get normal seats or something” Ellen was already shaking her head and Luke was laughing. “Then I walk into this box and find a big group of girls in there already. I very quickly figured out that he stuck me in the WAG box and it was quite awkward when I had to explain to the girls my ‘relationship’ with Quinn” Quinn sputters as he tries to justify himself as everyone laughs at the table.
“Now who do you hang out with all the time!” Quinn protests and you laugh while rubbing his arm lightly.
“Yeah but now I’m your girlfriend, not some random girl you were chatting up” You explain and Quinn furrows his eyebrows.
“Maybe I just knew you were the one. This is really a romantic gesture from me not an embarrassing story” Quinn explains and you nod, playing into his idea.
“Hey Luke, if you ever invite a girl to a game, don’t stick her with the wives until you’ve at least gone on a couple dates” You say and Luke nods while Quinn pouts beside you.
“Well I’ll take Quinn’s side in this because I can see why he would invite you so quickly after meeting you” Ellen says and you smile at her, relieved that she seems to like you.
The rest of dinner went well, his parents loved you just as Quinn expected and Luke has already planned for you to come home with Quinn for the summer.
“See? I told you they would love you” Quinn announces as soon as you get in his car.
“I know and you were right, they are incredible” you smile. His phone buzzes in the cup holder, catching both of your attention.
“Can you check that?” Quinn asks and you nod, grabbing his phone and a smile finds its way into your face before you can read it out to him.
“We love her! I think Luke may be in love. She might be perfect for you Q.” You look at Quinn and he has a wide smile at his mom’s text.
“She’s right, you’re perfect for me babe” Quinn squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. “Although maybe we’ll wait a bit to introduce you to Jack” you laugh at his insinuation.
“It wouldn’t matter. You’re it for me Quinny” You lean over to peck his cheek, propping yourself up on the center console.
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Insatiable - Chapter Nine: Let Me Nurture You
Oberyn Martell x OFC Reader “Savia”
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Word count: 7.4k
Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) cuddly Oberyn (BABY), praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), BLATANT exhibitionism (Oberyn gets off on your public display).
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Summary: You recover quickly, immediately resuming your activities with the prince. An unexpected guest arrives, causing concern for Myrcella’s safety while Ellaria hides in the shadows.
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A/N: this is fluffy this is fluffy this is fluffy and I am YEARNING. I love this man with a burning passion.
- Okay y’all, we are getting deeper and deeper into Savia’s life. Savia belongs to house Vyrwel, which is a house the lives under the rule of the Tyrell’s. It’s not super popular or well-known in the books, but I chose it for a reason, so I hope it doesn’t backfire, lol.
- Wyvern: a two-headed dragon with a barbed tail.
- Also, at the end, reader says Ellaria is worthy of her name. For those of you that haven’t seen/read GOT, Ellaria is a bastard by the name of Sand. So, basically, reader calls her an unfaithful whore. LOL
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“Has anyone ever told you that you look like your daddy?”
“Everyone!” they playfully groan, giggling to themselves.
The three girls are absolutely adorable, and you’re thrilled you’re able to meet them. After greeting Sarella and Elia and embracing their warm hugs, they, along with Oberyn, led you over to the gardens to meet the youngest little trio of girls. Each of them were mothered by Ellaria, and it truly shows.
Loreza and Dorea, at ages six and eight, already adorned their mother’s gorgeous, long locks. Their black hair trailed down her back and to her hips, fanning out over the ruffles in their dress. Obella, on the other hand, has shorter hair. Another feature that distinguishes Obella from the younger two, are her freckles. She has just a few scattered over her nose. Other than those two traits, all three look entirely the same in one shape or another. Their hair is black and curly, spiraling into loose coils as they grow. Their skin and eye colors are the same, tanned and then dark brown, their eye color and shape entirely matching their father’s. They even have the same nose as their mother, the same lips as cheekbones, too.
You might be wondering how you know all of this, considering you’ve never met the prince of Dorne’s prior paramour. But even so, you know them to be true. Oberyn speaks fondly of his daughters and has expressed to you the traits they share with either himself or their birthmother.
“Can we come back with you?”
“Loreza,” Oberyn says sternly, raising an eyebrow as he looks down at her.
She rolls her eyes, and in all honesty, you do, too. Since you’ve been home, you haven’t been able to do anything. This was the first outing you’d had in three days. Both Amabel and Milena practically forced you to stay inside your room, urging you to rest and regain your strength. They weren’t exactly happy about your little reunion in the tub, but they can’t do anything about it now.
Anyways, Loreza can’t come back to your room with you and her father, she knows this, and you know this. No one is allowed inside beside your chambermaids and your soon-to-be spouse. Not until your health returns.
“But can’t you stay longer?” Obella whines, folding her arms and tilting her head up at you.
“I’m sorry, girls.” You sigh, chewing on the inside of your lip. “I can’t stay. But I promise we can spend more time together tomorrow.”
“You promise?” Dorea interjects, hopping up and down a bit.
“Yes,” you giggle, nodding a bit. “I promise.”
“Come,” Oberyn then says, wrapping one arm around your waist as he stands beside you. “You need to rest, my love.”
As annoying as it may be to be cooped up inside, it wasn’t all bad. For instance, you got to sleep in for however long you wanted, and had limitless access to your Dornish lover. Because of your state, Oberyn was allowed to see you whenever he wanted, which was literally all the time. He was also excused from his noble responsibilities while he helped nurse you back to health. Milena monitored your diet quite closely, measuring the exact amount of water you should be drinking, food you should be eating, and medicines you should be taking. She also began teaching Amabel how to help you bathe and how to wash your hair. It’s clear Milena has more experience, and its nice to see her passing that on.
“Oberyn.” Milena states, placing her hands on her hips.
“What?” he asks, not bothering to lift his head from your bed.
Although you hated to admit it, you did feel like shit. While you enjoyed your time with Oberyn’s girls, they, along with the sun, utterly exhausted you. So, upon returning to your room, you laid down for a mid-morning nap. Due to the prince’s sexual appetite, she assumes he’s naked beneath the sheets as he lies behind you; but he isn’t. He’s wearing his undergarments, along with you in yours, cuddling up behind you and holding you tight as you snooze away in his arms.
“We told you. No more –”
“We are merely sleeping, Milena.” He interrupts, “Please, go away.”
He doesn’t say it with attitude or spite, it’s just a request; a simple request for the two of you to be left alone while you rest from your treacherous journey that had occurred only a few days ago. She sighs out, not fully trusting Oberyn but understanding the situation.
“Okay,” she softly says, agreeing to give you the privacy any engaged couple surely needs.
To Oberyn’s delight, you remain undisturbed, snoring softly in his embrace. He smiles at you, admiring your relaxed features as he places a tender kiss over your temple.
“My beautiful girl,” he whispers, brushing the hair resting over your neck aside, allowing it to rest behind your back.
He gently presses his nose to the back of your head, nuzzling into your soft hair and reveling in your presence. He couldn’t be happier, truly could not be happier. Your balcony allows a soft wind to sweep through the room, but with you tucked beneath the sheets, you can barely feel a thing. The Dornish blankets were more than comfortable, soothing you to a quick and deep sleep each and every night.
Oberyn thinks to himself, gently breathing behind you as he closes his eyes in wonder. He slowly wavers between sleeping and waking, his tired state slowly but surely ushering him into unconsciousness. Before he gets there, though, he acknowledges his surroundings, your surroundings. He thinks, you shouldn’t have separate spaces, not anymore. Why haven’t you joined him in his chambers yet? Would you even want that? Or would you like to keep a bit of privacy to yourself? Surely not, he decides, knowing that basked in the warm embrace of his love.
He still can’t believe you’re home; he thanks the gods every single day that you’re back in his arms. By the grace of the Seven, you were brought you back to him. You rest in his strong yet gentle embrace, pressed up against his body as you snuggle beneath the sheets. While Oberyn would usually explore your body with you cuddled up against him like this, he doesn’t. He lets this moment, and others like it, be tender and delicate, securing you safely beside him while his steady breaths and loving hold coax you off to sleep. He knows that even though your love for Dorne is steadfast, you still yearn to feel safe. So, he does just that. He stays by your side, holding you and comforting you and just loving every little piece of you until your worries melt away.
And while you yearn to be safe, he yearns to protect. He’s always seen the glances you receive from both men and women alike. Before, he would’ve pursued it, inviting them into his bed to share a taste of the most delicious woman he could ever fathom. But now, it’s not even a thought in his head, because you are just that, the most delicious woman he could ever fathom, and why would he ever share that treasure?
He swears that those wandering eyes have increased greatly upon your return, though you argue otherwise. He just notices them more now, you think, it just bothers him more now. But he’s stubborn, insisting that he never saw so many men and women take glance at the love of his life. The guards, new handmaidens, the cooks, the servers, the commonfolk who occasionally visited his brother, they all looked, they all stared. And honestly, how could they not? You never thought Oberyn to be wrong about your beauty, because he wasn’t. You’re absolutely gorgeous, in spirit, body, and mind. You told him there’s nothing he could do about those hungry eyes that followed you so closely, be he begs to differ.
After your slumber, you head out onto your balcony, dressing in a thin gown as you layout on your chaise lounge. One of Oberyn’s books, Dornish Antiquity, rests in your lap. Its pages inform you on House Martell and how they came to rule, their popular facts and those lesser known. You love learning about them, about the ruling house of Dorne, about those who are soon to become your kin.
“Savia,” Oberyn beckons, strolling out onto the balcony shortly after he softly calls out your name.
You smile up at him as he approaches, kneeling on his left knee as he rests before you. He takes your hand, his face covered in gentle admiration as he places a soft kiss to your knuckles.
“How are you?” he asks, his big, brown eyes staring up at yours.
“Hm,” you giggle, always smitten with the prince. “I’m good, feeling better.”
“Good.” He smiles, placing one last kiss before standing. “Our mid-day meal will be delivered soon, would you like to eat in here?” he asks, more than aware that you’ve been going a little stir-crazy inside the room.
“Sure,” you shrug, “I think I’ve had enough interaction for the day.” You giggle, closing your book and setting it aside.
You release a groan as you shift in your seat, accidentally rubbing over a larger bruise. Oberyn quickly dashes inside, and you watch him with curious eyes.
“Here,” he says, back before you in the blink of an eye. “Let me help.”
“Oberyn,” you sigh out, “I’m fine.”
“You’re not.” He states, placing a towel to your side.
He’d gone inside to retrieve it, filling it with more ice to help ease the pain of your discolored ribcage. He’d also brought a glass of water, one of many that Milena had left. She requested that you finish them before she returns, but it was harder than it looked.
“Drink.” He insists, lifting the glass to your lips.
You sigh out, but do as you’re told, sipping from the glass until he’s satisfied. He could be so attentive, he was always so attentive, it was something that made your heart squeeze with love. But right now, it made you feel like a child. You hated being injured, hated looking so weak and helpless.
“You’ll heal soon.” he coos, lightly rubbing your outer thigh. “I know it.”
“I hate this.” You groan, “I feel so weak; I feel like such a child.”
“You aren’t weak, you’re not a child, Savia.” Oberyn responds, quick to scold you for your harsh words. “You’re injured, and you need help. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
You suppose he’s right, sighing out with defeat as you glance at the ground. He removes the ice from your skin, setting it on a nearby table alongside your water before climbing up onto the furniture with you. He wiggles in behind you, his hands gently guiding you to lay back in his embrace. He holds you from behind, his arms wrapping around your sides as he begins to settle in.
He knows this is hard for you, you didn’t have to tell him that. Every day since your return, he’d seen it, a look of displeasure resting on your face whenever you weren’t smiling at him. Oberyn knows you’re frustrated; he knows you like to relax, occasionally allowing your maids to do small things for you. But now, they did everything for you, and you couldn’t stand it. You desperately wanted to get up, to take care of yourself like you know you can, but the thing is, you can’t, and it was killing you inside.
Regardless, you do your best to relax, to rest and heal and enjoy the time spent during these lazy days. Whenever you were frustrated, you went to Oberyn, who was always there, anyways. Like now, he’s here, holding you in his arms as the hotheaded Dornishman melted your worries away. Between the heat of the sun and the heat of his body, you begin to close your eyes.
“Will you sleep, my love? Will you sleep for me?” he coos, leaning up to brush the hair out of your face.
“Oberyn…” you mumble, your tone informing him of your subtle annoyance.
“Come now,” he chuckles lightly, “Let me care for you, let me nurture you, sweet thing.”
You’d woken after an hour or so, the two of you unable to sleep for much longer after your nap. Regardless, you stayed like this, huddled beneath Oberyn’s strong arms as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Eventually, he rolls to his back, and you to your side, laying a hand over his chest as you kiss languidly beneath the sun. you giggle as he feels you, sliding his hand beneath the fabric of your dress and grabbing at your ass and thighs.
Suddenly, Oberyn’s head pops up, looking out at the view the balcony provides. He then shifts, moving out from behind you and sliding off the chaise lounge. He walks to the balcony’s edge, folding his hands over the sone barrier as he scans the water gardens below. You sit up as he does so, furrowing your brow in wonder of what’s caught the prince’s attention. Not much stole it away from you.
“Oberyn?” you ask, leaning forward as grimace crosses his face. “What is it?”
“They’re staring.”
You huff out a laugh, rolling your eyes. “They always stare. Love, I thought we talked about this?”
Your eyes wander to where his eyes are focused, acknowledging the presence of five guards patrolling the gardens below. You then stand, sauntering over to him a playful smirk curling on your lips.
“Why don’t you like when they stare? You used to love it.”
“Used to?” he asks, turning to face you.
“Before me.”
“That is exactly it, Inamorata.” He says, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “That was before you. Before I’d met the love of my life, the woman who would change my entire being. Why would I ever want to share that?”
“You don’t ever have to share me, Oberyn.” You softly express, placing two hands on his chest as you move in closer. “But… I kind of like it.”
“What? Why?” he asks, grabbing hold of you around your waist.
“You know me,” you shrug, petting at his chest. “I like to tease.”
“Oh?” he responds, a small smirk forming on his own beautiful lips. “You like to show yourself off, Inamorata? Show them what they can’t have?”
“Mhm,” you nod, biting your lip as your fingers curl over the hem of his robe. “I like showing them what you have.”
“Hm…” he chuckles lightly, smiling down at you and your mischievous thoughts. “Shall we show them now?” he asks, your words slightly changing his opinion on the matter.
The way you see the issue entices him greatly, every cell in his body now desperate to claim you as his for anyone and everyone to see. And while his body shivers at your words, your beautiful eyes, your seductive lips, you think over his proposition. He’s already claimed you, you know this, and of course he knows this. But something about his jealousy and possessiveness just makes you drip with need.
“I think we shall.”
Oberyn moans a deep and satisfied hum, smiling brightly at your words. He leans in, connecting your lips as his hand rises to cup your jaw. He moves quickly, forcefully, molding his mouth to yours and shoving his tongue inside.
“Hm…” you giggle excitedly, kissing the older nobleman as his one hand wraps around your back to pull you against him.
He pulls away from you, just barely pulls his lips away. Oberyn then drops so quickly you think he may be in pain. You gasp as you watch him go down, quickly kneeling before you and running his hand under your dress and up the length of your sighs.
“Oberyn!” you sigh, watching him lean in to mouth at your covered sex.
The prince of Dorne meets your eyes, staring deeply into them as he continues to kiss and lick over that beautifully sensual space between your thighs. His hands curl around, grabbing at the meat just below your ass and squeezing you in his embrace. He ushers you forward, and you comply, leaning into his touch as he stays planted below your stance.
“Do I have to ask?” he mutters, pressing deep kisses against your still-covered folds.
You sigh out, your mouth openly smirking down at him as you shake your head. He revels in your approval, closing his eyes and purring enticingly over your mound. The vibration sends a sharp shiver through your core, shooting up through your hips and lower stomach as he does it.
“Step back, my love.” He coos, removing himself from between your legs. “Lean against the frame, I want you to relax.”
You turn your head, glancing over your shoulder at the stone railing not too far behind. With only three backward steps, you’re there, leaning back against the sturdy barrier while Oberyn’s hands roam your body. He shifts forward, following you over to the edge of your balcony.
“Hm…” he exhales, humming to himself while he lifts the hem of your dress up and over your hips.
“Oberyn!” you giggle, feeling much more exposed than any previous act with your lover.
You glance over at the guards, three of them quickly looking away once you meet their gaze. You chuckle at their bashfulness, your chest rising and falling as you feel Oberyn’s mouth begin to trail up your thighs. It’s rather comfortable, your relaxed position. Oberyn has thrown your left leg over his shoulder, only spreading you open wider for the guards to see, as your left side is the one facing the exterior wall of your room. Your right side, however, is completely exposed; anyone walking by would be either blind or a fool to not see the prince’s handsome face as its stuffed between your luscious thighs. Yes, your thighs… Oberyn loves your thighs, massaging them in his large hands as his lips finally meet yours. He’d nipped at them a few times on his way up, not hard enough to leave bruises, though, you still had too many of those.
“What is it, sweet thing?” He inquires, mumbling against you as he kisses your slippery, pink lips.
“You’re right,” you breathe out, still staring at the armored men. “They were staring.”
His fingertips curl over your skin as you inform him of the wandering eyes he’d known about all along. He grunts up into you, the feeling of his hot breath quickly replaced by his wanting tongue.
“Oh, gods…” you moan out, closing your eyes as your head rests back.
He pets at your entrance with his soft mouth and even softer tongue, gently rubbing his lips over your tender skin. Slowly, he dips inside, sliding past your folds and up into your velvety warmth. dips inside. He keeps licking into you, his hands reaching up and spreading you open with both thumbs so he can get in deeper.
“Fuck, yes…” you sigh out, softly rutting over his face.
“Mm…” he moans, smiling against you. “Do that again.”
And you do, always fulfilling any request Oberyn spoke your way. Your hips move over him, swaying with the rhythm of his tongue as it continues to glide in and out of you, slurping out your juices like they’re his to take. You begin dripping, the liquid trickling down over Oberyn’s mouth and chin. He groans at the feeling, each new drop spurring some of his own as he begins to leak beneath his robes.
He continues tongue-fucking your core, forcing his tongue deeper and deeper inside so he can taste every inch of your soft little hole. Eventually, he removes his tongue, wanting to make sure he devours you whole. His tongue explores you, his mouth kissing your sodden lips and licking through the folds of your labia. He rolls his head in languid circles as he sucks on you, licks at you, playing with your pussy like it’s his favorite thing to do.
Your breaths hitch in your throat as your lover continues to pleasure you with his mouth, his stubble rubbing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Your head lolls to the side, your lids fluttering open to see the guards looking your way once again. A breathless smirk forms on your beautiful face, your chest jutting upward as you release a playful chuckle.
“They see you, lover.” You coo, lifting your head to look down at him as he plays between your thighs. “But I want them to see more.”
“What would you like them to see?” he asks, his tone innocent as he glances up at you.
“I want you to take me,” he demand, “Let them know I am yours.”
His eyes don’t leave yours as he moves, placing one last kiss over your lips before rising to your face. Both of his hands grab your face, eagerly pressing his mouth over yours. Your tongue slides out, licking his lips and the skin around them, tasting your slick as you make him groan. He drops his hands as you do so, cupping your breasts as you lick him clean.
“I love when you clean me.” He purrs, smirking as you lick along his jaw.
“I love cleaning you.” you reply, smiling softly before reconnecting your wanting lips.
His mouth parts, openly smiling as he fumbles with his belt. You kiss along his jaw, sliding your hands up his chest and over his shoulders. He angles himself, lifting his chin to the side to give you better access. Once he’s pulled himself free, the hand not fisting his cock reaches for your waist.
“You want me?” he asks softly, his lips brushing over yours as he speaks.
You smirk, biting your lip as you nod. He closes his eyes, groaning harshly when your right hand replaces his left, wrapping your fingers around his cock and giving him a gentle squeeze.
Oberyn’s eyes then flicker to something further behind you and off to your side. You look behind him, smirking as your heart beats just a little quicker. He leans in, giving you a sloppy half-kiss while the two of you stare at the group of soldiers at the end of the courtyard.
And suddenly, he’s grabbing your waist, spinning you around and placing you at the corner where the stone barriers meet. You lean forward, bending over before him as you rest your forearms on top of the railing’s edge. Oberyn quickly situates himself behind you, moving to lift your leg and bend it forward to its on place atop the banister. Your right leg stays on the ground, holding you up, well, as much as you can, anyway. Oberyn keeps his hand beneath your thigh, doing most of the work in order to keep you as relaxed and comfortable as he can. So, he holds you up, bearing the light weight of your body as he flips your dress up over your ass. His hungry eyes look up, locking with the men as he grabs your right cheek in hand.
“Hm…” you purr, the anticipation rising in your chest now becoming unbearable.
Although you make him absolutely feral, he stops, taking a second to breathe before ramming inside you. He knows he needs to be slow, the be gentle and tender while you continue to heal. It had been more than two days since you’d had sex, and for you’re the two of you, that was a lot; that was long, far too long without the warmth of your lover as you connected over and over again.
“Are you ready, my love? My naughty little thing…”
“Yeah, baby…” you sigh out, humming happily as he takes hold of your waist. “Make me feel good.”
He huffs out a groan as he slides inside, his rounded tip widening your folds, your arousal providing an easy entrance. Oberyn’s cock never failed to make you gasp, to make you whine and whimper and scream from the stretch he gave.
“Oh, so good…” he sighs out, clinging tightly to your body as he presses his chest to your back.
He nibbles on your earlobe, rolling his hips against your backside as he shoves himself completely inside. You release a relaxed sigh at the feeling, entirely satisfied once your lover stuffs you full. Your head falls back, resting against his shoulder as he kisses along your jaw. Then, he shifts, slowly retracting halfway before sliding back inside.
“Baby… harder.” You whine, gasping out when he grunts in your ear. “You know I like to feel it.”
“Inamorata,” he huffs out, his voice low and rough with lust. “You’re still healing,”
“Oberyn,” you cut him out, grumbling sighing out with impatience. “Fuck me.”
“Fuck!” you cry out, feeling him ram into your core.
“Stubborn.” He growls, nipping once more at your ear.
He grunts above you, pressing down against your body as he fulfils your request. And still, it’s not his best; he still works to restrain himself, and you can feel it, but you’ll take what he gives, anything he gives.
“Look at them.” Oberyn suddenly demands, roughly cupping your face and turning your gaze to the men standing watch.
They look up at you, a few of them blushing, others clearing their throat, but each one watching, nonetheless.
“They stroke their cocks thinking about you at night,” he growls into your ear. “I know it. So, look at them, look at them as they watch. It’s the closest thing they’ll ever get to having their way with you.”
You moan out at his words, the need for him to show you off igniting a passion within you that spreads like wildfire through your veins. You smile at it, the incredible feeling as his finger pinch into your cheeks, his grunts and groans filling your ears while his other hand stays cemented to your side.
“My love,” you sigh out, holding his wrist as the hand cupping your cheeks slides down to your throat. “My Viper…”
“My vipera,” he grumbles, “my little seductress.”
Oberyn’s knowledge about the Seven Kingdoms never ceased to amaze you, and his knowledge regarding ancient tongues was impressive as well. You’re a Vyrwel, your banner covered in the menacing imagine of the incredible Wyvern, derived from the Latin word vipera.
“O – oh!” you gasp, his hips now fully slapping against your cheeks.
“Do you like this, Savia?” he asks, smirking against your cheek. “Do you?”
“Yes,” you giggle, “I like being watched.”
“Hm,” he purrs, “Naughty.”
A few of the men adjust their trousers further off on the side of the water gardens below. One of them letting their hand waver just a little too long. Suddenly, a few handmaidens walk into view, gasping once they look up upon hearing your grunts and moans. Their cheeks flush red, quickly scampering away in shock. But the men, they stay, watching as you’re fucked on your balcony by the prince of Dorne.
Wind sweeps through the open air, the sun warming your skin as you give into your body and its delirious needs. Oberyn’s hand wraps around, slithering down to your core and lifting your hood with his thumb.
“Oh, yes!” you cry, throwing your head back once more.
He chuckles lowly against you, his lips pressing to your back as he rubs you. Quick, forceful circles are delivered by the prince’s thumb as he coaxes your orgasm from your core.
“Oberyn, Oberyn!”
You know Oberyn loves it when you say his name, so you do, letting him listen to the tantalizing echo of your sweet voice through the gardens below. You repeat it, over and over again as your high is just within reach.
“Baby,” you stutter out, “The maids,”
“What about them?” he grunts out, shoving his ridiculously well-endowed cock into your fluttering core.
“Milena,” you gasp out, “She’ll see.”
“Little one,” he chuckles, “I don’t care about that. Let her see, I want everyone to see.”
“Gods… I’m gonna cum… Oberyn!”
All at once, he tears himself away, ripping his cock from your warmth and hauling you up against him. He lays a hand over your stomach, quickly ushering you back toward your lounge. When the back of your calves hit the fabric of your couch, you fall, landing on your back as Oberyn returns to his knees. It happens within seconds, your lusty haze preventing you from fully maneuvering your body as Oberyn takes control.
He shoves his head between your thighs, and you immediately cry out once he sucks your clit between his lips. Your legs lift high, bending at the knee and placing the bottoms of your feet onto his broad shoulders. Both hands fly down to his hair, immediately tugging fists between his curls and pulling hard.
It’s sloppy and loud, sucking and slurping on your clit as he begs for your release. He’s so desperate for it, wants to taste it, wants to smell it, needing your cum in his mouth like he needs air in his lungs.
“Gods, yes!” you shriek, closing your eyes tight as your body begins to shake.
Your hips jut up against his face, bucking up into his marvelous mouth. He moans into you as you cum, releasing your clit in order to lick sloppily over your folds. His nose nuzzles your pleasure point, nearly every part of his gorgeous face nurturing your high until you’re crying from pleasure.
“You’re so good,” he rasps, the accent on his tone sending shockwaves through your core.
His voice always made you see stars; always made you melt whenever it resonated through the air. He groans as he licks you, now focusing on your lips as you finally relax in his hold. Oberyn loved the taste of your slick, licking up every drop until you were wet and raw.
“Why didn’t you make me cum on your cock?” you ask, giggling breathlessly as you comb through his hair, soothing the sting your tight hold had on his graying locks.
“You look so beautiful when you cum,” he replies, his voice low as he speaks.
He lifts his head from your thighs, kissing them lightly before meeting your eyes.
“That look, that beautiful expression when I deliver you bliss… I’ll never let anyone else see you like that.”
“Ser Jaime,” you smile, nodding as you curtsey.
It’s entirely fake, of course, Oberyn only giving the Lannister man a curt nod before guiding you next to him on the sofa. You’re unsure of why he’s here, you’re also unsure of why Ellaria is here. Yes, she is here, sitting directly across from you with Doran sitting at the head of the room, the same room you’d stepped in to when you first arrived in Dorne.
“Lady Vyrwel,” he responds, giving you a charming nod. “The Vipera of Dorne.”
You cock your eye, furrowing your brow a bit. How could he have known of that name? Oberyn had only spoken it a few hours ago. Oberyn leans forward, his eyebrows raising at the man. He, too, is curious as to the source of the knight’s knowledge.
“What?” he asks, chuckling slightly. “It’s hard not to hear a name when it’s shouted from the rooftops.”
“A balcony, but…” you retort, smirking as you shrug. “Same, same.”
Your eyes meet Ellaria’s as you speak, her hateful stare forming as soon as you stepped into the room. Your smile is unwavering as you stay snuggled against Oberyn’s side, his arm slung over your shoulder while his hand rubs your outer arm. He leans back, shifting further against you as his smirking lips press to your temple.
“Prince Trystane,” Jaime says, sitting on the edge of the couch, the very one Ellaria is sat upon. “How’s your jaw?”
He’s referring to the quarrel that happened in the gardens. Apparently, Ser Jaime snuck in with a sell sword in order to kidnap Myrcella and take her back to King’s Landing.
“Flea bite.” He softly retorts, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
“What are you doing in Dorne?” Ellaria asks, scowling at the man to her left.
“Looking after the safety of my niece,” he responds, nodding her way. “The princess Myrcella.”
“And rather than send a raven or speak to me, directly,” Doran says, gesturing toward himself. “You decided to enter my country in secret and abduct our guest by force.”
The two men continue to converse, and all you can do is watch. You loved to make Doran upset, all fidgety and angry, but it was extra fun watching someone else do it. Although, you aren’t exactly on Jaime’s side, either. The entire ordeal is strange. Apparently, a message had been sent to the Lannisters, a threat, princess Myrcella’s necklace clutched between the jaws of a viper…
Jaime assumes he’s to be executed, but Doran refutes this remark. The Lord continues to speak, going on about war and orphans, how he can’t bare to see such upheaval within his own country. Beheading Ser Jaime would cause just that, chaos.
“And now you want to break bread with the Lannisters.” Ellaria states, her voice and face entirely unamused.
“That is precisely what we are doing.” Doran spits, glaring at the woman who’s birthed his nieces.
Oberyn hand tightens over your arm, but he keeps quiet, knowing that this is what must happen in order to bring peace. He isn’t happy about how its done, but its just that, done. He isn’t the ruler of Sunspear, his brother is. Oberyn can only do so much in his position. And after all, you do support King Tommen’s rule.
“Let us drink,” the Lord says, “To Tommen, the first of his name, king of the Andals and the first men, lord of the seven kingdoms.
Ellaria looks to Oberyn as Doran ends his speech, her eyes showing nothing but confusion and worry. Oberyn quickly raises his brows before looking down at your hand as it rests on his thigh. His free one covers it, glancing back up at his prior paramour before finally setting his sights on you. Oberyn sees her concern, and he understands it, he understands it better than anyone in this room, but what can be done?
Everyone put you and the prince had been poured a glass upon sitting down. The two of you walked in with a glass already in your hands, sharing the goblet as you offered the drink to your lover whenever they required a taste. As you raise your shared glass, Oberyn nods, a sign that he, too, is toasting the king. Doran, Jaime, Trystane and his bride to be, all raise their glasses, too. And to your surprise, Ellaria joins in, raising her goblet as she glances around the room. But then, just as you all drink, it tilts, the wine pouring out of her cup and onto the floor below as she stares Jaime Lannister in the face. She slams the glass down on the table, sitting back in her seat with a pouty expression.
Doran glares at her, slowly setting down his drink before speaking. “King Tommen insists on his sister’s return to the capital?”
“I’m afraid he does.” Jaime answers, acknowledging the look of distaste that quickly covers the princess’s face.
“I cannot disobey my king’s command.”
Ellaria’s head snaps back around to look at her brother-in-law, well, not any more, you suppose. You roll your eyes at this, sighing out as you lean your head on your lover’s shoulder. You hadn’t even properly met, and it was already exhausting to be around her.
Lord Doran and Ser Jaime discuss the details of Myrcella’s return. She will arrive at King’s Landing alongside her uncle Jaime and her promised husband, Trystane.
“My brother currently sits on the small council, but clearly, he insists on remaining in Dorne. Your father understood the importance of keeping Dorne in the fold. With Oberyn gone, Trystane will take his place on the small council.”
Jaime looks to Oberyn, who’s currently sipping from the glass in your hand. He swallows as you lower it from his lips, sighing out once he’s drank his fill.
“Oberyn?” Doran says, the two men expecting an answer to the unspoken question.
“This decision sounds favorable.” Oberyn finally says, “I’m meant to remain here, at my lover’s side.”
You look up at him, ignoring Ellaria’s irritated scoff at his sentiment. He places a quick kiss on your lips, but not before you cup his jaw to make it last just that much longer.
“You have my word.” Jaime then says, his expression genuine as he makes the promise of Trystane’s new position.
“The word of a king slayer.” Ellaria mutters, standing from her seat.
“How disappointing. In my absence, you’ve become an utter fool.” She seethes, staring directly at the lover beside your arm.
You narrow your eyes at her, the prince doing the same. Before either of you can speak, though, she turns to Doran, leaning over as she spits out, “No wonder you can’t stand, you have no spine.”
She tries to storm off, but the Lord’s firm grasp on her wrist stops her in her tracks.
“You are mother to four of my nieces, girls I love very much. For their sake, I hope you live a long and happy life. Speak to me like that again, and you won’t.”
“What an elegant meeting.” You remark, strolling up the stairs with your arms wrapped around Oberyn’s left bicep.
“It’s never dull when that woman’s around.”
“Is it dull when I’m around?” you ask, the question coming off playful though you’re curious as to his answer.
He exhales a short chuckle, glancing down as you continue to walk forward.
“Ellaria brings a certain energy into a room. She’s always had a gift for hatred, receiving it just as much as she gives it. Ellaria brings strife, anguish, draining the joy from anyone that crosses her path.”
Then, he stops. Just before you get to your door, Oberyn turns to face you, maneuvering out of your hold, so he can wrap his arms around your waist and pull you in close.
“But you,” he sighs, lifting one hand to push some of your hair behind your ear. “The energy you bring gives life to every soul you surround. You are uplifting, refreshing. My love, you are everything.”
He leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss that deepens with every passing second. Your heart flutters in your chest, his words sending a warm wave of love that covers your entire being. It surrounds you, the prince’s adoration and care, his attentiveness and appreciation for every element that created you, every shade that made you as beautiful as you are now, the same shades that birthed you into this world painting his being, too.
Oberyn ushers you inside, dressing you in a formal gown for the dinner to be had later that night. He does it as a tender action, not because you can’t do it, but because he wants to do it. Oberyn never gets tired of looking at your body, running his hands over your curves, his wandering eyes roaming each hill and valley that adorns your ivory skin, the little freckles that occasionally appear, the marks of growth that line your inner thighs and the sides of your breasts. He loves it, he loves it all.
“I’m glad Myrcella is leaving.” You admit, allowing him to tie the back of your gown.
“Why?” he asks, furrowing his brow. He wonders, do you have distaste for the Lannister girl?
“She doesn’t belong here, Oberyn. She’s not safe here… not with her around.”
“Don’t tell me you’re afraid of my prior paramour.” He responds, a twinge of humor in his voice.
“I’m not afraid of that traitor.” You seethe, “A woman without loyalty or faith cannot touch me.”
His hands drop once he’s finished, side stepping his way around your body to face you. He grabs your hands, holding them in his as he sighs out.
“I’m afraid for Myrcella’s safety.”
During your time in Dorne, you’d grown rather fond of the Lannister Lady. She was quite nice, incredibly graceful and generous, lending a helping hand wherever it was needed. She didn’t know how to sew, she’d left the capital before her mother could teach her, so you did. You’d tear small holes in her clothes, provoking a shocked laugh from the younger girl at your carelessness. Eventually, it’d turn into a game, tearing holes in her nicest gowns just to show her how to properly stitch it up. She was amazed, you could never tell it had been torn.
“I understand your concern.” Oberyn whispers, “And I love you for it, for your care, the empathy you have for others.”
You smile kindly at him, watching him lift your hand to his lips. He presses a gentle kiss over the back of it, closing his eyes as he does it.
“But,” he continues, removing his lips from your skin. “You needn’t worry about such things. Myrcella will be gone soon, she’ll be safe in her home.”
“I hope so.” you sigh, “She’s too gentle for this world.”
A dinner is hosted in honor of Myrcella and Trystane’s departure. Everyone is invited, Doran and his children, you and Oberyn, Ser Jaimie, even Ellaria receives an invitation.
As you walk down to the great hall, your bellies rumbling with hunger, you cross the only woman to ever break your lover’s heart. She stops when she sees you, eyeing Oberyn’s hand on your lower back as he leads you through the regal halls.
“Ellaria.” Oberyn states, nodding once as you approach.
“Oberyn.” She responds, her voice a bit more cheerful than expected. “And… I don’t think I’ve gotten your name.”
She says, placing the tips of her fingers on your outer arm as she speaks. You look up at her, your expression blank as you try to read hers.
“Savia.” You respond, “Of House Vyrwel.”
“Ah, the Vyrwels.” She tuts, raising her eyebrows and nodding her head. “A noble house for a noble man.”
“Not quite as noble as that man.” You remark, glancing up at Oberyn with a smile.
“Possibly.” she states, her voice now sterner than before.
It causes you to meet her gaze, her change in tone, now seeing a rather unamused look on her face. You stay silent, waiting for her to speak.
“A lesser-known name,” she continues, stepping forward a bit. “In the house of the viper.”
“Yes,” you respond, returning her jaded look. “The magnificent viper… Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken…”
You say it slowly, emphasizing each and every note of House Martell’s words. You go on to say your own, comparing the courage, strength, and intimidation your two houses share.
“And the vipera, strolling through the night… as The Darkness Calls.”
Ellaria cocks her head at you, wondering what it is you’re going on about. You smirk at her, sighing out as if bored by the conversation, and in truth, you are.
“Remind me of your house words, Ellaria.” You request. “The very words you hold dear to your heart, the same chant you repeat when your hopes are lost, the very words inscribed on your soul.”
You step forward, nearly touching her nose with your own as you leave Oberyn’s grasp.
“Faithless, treacherous, and heinous.”
“Your house may give you strength, but you are weak.” She spits back, furrowing her brow. You are unworthy of your name.”
“And you,” you respond, your voice calm as you end your little spat. “Are more than worthy of yours.”
Detailed Chapter Summary
During your recovery, you spend time with Oberyn and his daughters; they’ve grown to truly love you. Afterwards, Oberyn insists you rest, bringing you to bed, feeding you, and making sure you have drink. And then, while resting on the balcony, Oberyn takes you in front of his guards.
One of the prince’s nephews has been betrothed to King Tommen’s sister, Myrcella. Her uncle, Ser Jaime, suddenly makes an appearance in Dorne, his presence threatening the Martell family. Ser Jaime intends to bring Myrcella back to King’s Landing with the rest of her family.
During this discussion, you officially meet Ellaria. She is less than enthused, the two of you quick to argue. You’re just as quick to end it.
Chapter Ten: Let Me Protect You
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