#idk some late night thoughts lads

[mostlikelyshutup]

reminder: by treating your body and mind with care, you reinforce the idea that they are deserving of care

[celestialprincesse]

ok ok idk about you… but lately I’ve been picturing Simon being protective of reader when she’s out and about!! when I walk alone (especially at night), I’m usually scared of the guys that are lurking, but I know with Simon that wouldn’t even be a problem! 💗😖

This man is scary dog privileges X1000 especially if he has his dog with him too🤭

As the winter months draw in, and the days grow shorter, you and Riley's evening walks grow earlier and earlier, trying to avoid going out after the streetlights come on, a futile avoidance of an inevitable task.

When Simon comes back from deployment? Those worries fly out of the window, alongside any sort of independence you thought you had. Simon truly is like a ghost, lingering at your back, fingers skimming your sides or dark eyes boring into your skin wherever you go. Like a walking safety blanket. Apparently having a retired K9 isn't enough. Not for his peace of mind, anyways.

You hold Riley's leash in one hand, whilst the other is looped loosely around Simon's obscene bicep, your head resting against the worn material of his hoodie as the three of you make your way down the block, letting the Malinois stretch his legs before you all settle down for the night. Fortunately, you live in one of the nicer neighbourhoods, not too far from base, all of the 141 within a reasonable distance of one another. Always someone to keep you safe if anything were to happen.

Of course, there's the occasional straggler, a drunk bloke getting lost coming home from the pub, or some younger lads trying to make trouble, toe the line. If Riley's intimidating growl doesn't scare them, Simon's glower will.

His arm remains looped safely about your waist, keeping you tucked in against his side, shielding you from the bitter wind as you pass by one of the alleys with the streetlight flickered out, your shoulders jumping immediately to your ears as though on some primal instinct, one which is squashed like an insect the moment Simon ushers you along, murmuring reassurances, letting you know that you're protected, safe.

And when he can't walk with you? He's calling one of the others to keep an eye out.

[ellecdc]

i come barring a request for a poly!marauders🫡📃

idk you ever do this with ur cat but when mine meows at me i respond back and pretend we’re having a full conversation, and now imagine reader this with her cat and she’s roommates with lily so she’s used to but then the boys see they’re all thrown off and slightly worried.

now i bid you good day my lady 🫡

I've had this blurb like half finished for a while, but since we were all talking about our fur babies today, I thought it'd be perfect to finish and post! thanks for this cute request - hope it's what you were looking for

poly!marauders x fem!reader who talks to her cat

Remus felt sort of bad for Lily at the way the boys all deflated when it had been her who opened the door to your shared flat instead of you. Thankfully, the red-head just laughed and invited them all in.

“Sorry to disappoint boys.” She jested as they all made themselves at home on your couch.

“Oh, we’re always happy to see you, Lily.” James said at the same time as Sirius grumbled “you should be”, earning him a pinch in the ribs by Remus.

“Hey!” Lily called down the hall. “The boys are here!”

Remus winced at a painful sounding thump and a muffled. “Okay thanks! I’m almost ready!”

The boys were very excited, if James’ knee bouncing and Sirius’ impish smirk wasn’t obvious enough. Lily had been gushing about how sweet her new roommate was and how she thought you’d get along really well with the group of friends, and she’d been right. You came to two pub nights and the boys were hooked; constantly asking Lily for updates and if you’d be at the next one.

Lily had grown so tired of playing messenger that she asked you if she could give them your phone number, to which you had agreed.

The four of you had been in a group chat for nearly a month and a half before they felt brave enough to ask you out on an official date.

“Where are you guys going tonight?” Lily asked as she sat in an armchair in the living area where the boys were waiting.

“We’re going to the pub on 42nd.” James answered readily. 

“The one with the board games and vintage video games?” Lily clarified. 

“Yup. That way there’s something for us to do if conversation lulls, and something for James to do with his hands.” Sirius explained teasingly, causing James to blush and lean into his side as if he were trying to hide inside of Sirius’ smaller frame.

“Don’t tease the lad.” Lily admonished playfully. “He’s already likely nervous enough. I don’t think you lot have to worry about tonight though; conversation never lulls with her around.”

Remus tilted his head in bemusement at Lily’s comment but never got to ask for clarification before he heard some muttering.

“Would you stop that?” He could hear you mutter quietly; barely any ire detected in your tone.

“Please don’t do this, I’m already late.” You begged before a big crash took place. “For fuck’s sa- why.” 

“You’re not allowed to get ready with me anymore.” You declared to your bedroom. Remus shared a look with Sirius and James before turning towards Lily who only shook her head and brought her finger to her lips. 

“Don’t look at me like that!” You carried on. “If you want to be here to see me off, you need to behave yourself.”

It was quiet for a few moments. “No, knocking over my jewelry stand is not behaving.”

They listened to you shuffling around before you let out a big sigh. “I love you too, but you are stressing me out. Do you want to watch shows with Lily tonight while I’m gone? Hm? Let’s go ask.”

Finally, you exited your room and made your way down the hall, entering the living area before pausing to take in the fact that the four occupants of your flat were all staring at you with varying levels of bemusement and amusement. 

And trotting happily behind you was a small cat seemingly none the wiser to the fact that it just made its mistress look like a fool in front of her dates.

You chuckled awkwardly. “How much did you hear?”

Lily snorted and pat her legs as an invitation for your feline friend, who happily agreed, hopping and curling up on the red-head’s lap. 

“Enough to know that knocking over your jewelry stand is not behaving.” Sirius teased salaciously. 

You groaned and moved to cover your face with your hands, but James was having none of that and quickly made for you.

“Don’t hide that beautiful face from us; it’d be a shame if the only one who got to appreciate your date night look was your cat.” He commented as he gently pulled your hands away from your face.

You still looked awfully embarrassed but acquiesced. “A bad cat, at that.” You spat to the ball of fur currently sitting with your roommate without any real malice. 

“Oi!” Lily defended quickly, brushing broad strokes over the cat like the villain from Austin Powers. “Don’t speak ill of Princess Bernadette the Third.”

“Princess Bernadette?” Sirius asked bewilderedly at the same time as James murmured “the Third?”

“Birdie, Lily. My cat’s name is Birdie.” You corrected, not at all amused. 

Lily raised her nose in the air. “When we stay home to watch Bridgerton without you lot, she’s Princess Bernadette the Third. Now off with you, we have Ball’s to attend, and you have gentlemen to court.” 

Remus watched with a loving smile as you flushed furiously at that, laughing when it only deepened as Sirius suddenly stood and made his way for you, bowing with a flourish and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Shall we, m’lady?”

You gave him an eye roll but Remus could tell it was mostly for show as you bore a sickeningly sweet smile and accepted James’ elbow as you made your way to the door.

“Have fun you guys!” Lily called towards the door as Remus bent down to scritch Birdie on the chin.

“You too, Princess Bernadette, Princess Lillith.” He offered with his most posh accent and a quick bow before joining his two boyfriends and their date at the door.

[neon-junkie]

Why can’t this be Love? - Chpt.1

Summary: You've never really fit in, despite trying, despite being on the cheerleading team, despite awkwardly socialising with the popular crowd. It's not for you - these people aren't for you. Yet, you don't know how to escape! Do you continue following a dead end? Or finally break away?

The answer is made for you after your 'date,' a boy on the basketball team, bails on you, and uninvites you from some stupid basketball after party. Whatever, that's fine. But what's not fine is the agonisingly long walk home. Oh, in the dark, late at night!

However, your saviour finds you, and not only does he save you from walking home alone, but the conflicting feelings that you've spent the last few years with.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Cheerleader Reader

Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Not much detail is given about her appearance, other than she wears heavy eyeliner, and is clearly an outcast that is trying to fit in.

Word count: 1.8k

Tags: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slow burn, Awkward flirting, Drinking, Angst, Comfort, Generic High School Bullying, Denial of feelings, Feelings realisation.

[Chapter 2]  [Read on AO3]

Notes: oh my gooddddd. EDDIE!!! AHHHHHH!!!! hes so fucking cute!!!!!!!! this man has brought me out of my writers block that i've been suffering with for MONTHS.

I haven't written anything for ST before, so sorry if anything is out of character. I also have no fucking clue how American schools work, so I'm going to avoid mentioning it at all costs. The schooling system in the UK is waaaay different!!

This is set a good couple of months before S4 starts. Fic title is inspired by a Van Halen song hehe.

Anyway, enjoy. This is gonna be a series. IDK how long it'll be, but we'll see where this freak takes us!

Chapter 1 - Curbside Collection

Boys.

Stupid boys.

Stupid boys, or specifically, a singular boy, that has bailed on you after tonight's first-of-the-year basketball game.

Really, what did you expect?

"I want to spend tonight with the guys," your date had said. "You can get a ride home with Misty, right?" he asked, referring to your friend - your friend that hadn't even come to tonight's game, considering she isn't into the sport, let alone in with the 'popular crowd.'

Not that you are, either.

Cheerleading is something that your parents pushed on you, back in Middle school, back when they thought their "darling little girl" was somewhat ordinary. Back when you hadn't discovered rock music, Lord of the Rings, and skinny jeans.

But, oh god, you would never show those things to your parents! To them, you're their perfect high grade daughter, who's excelling in her classes, and attends cheerleading training twice a week.

If only they knew.

If only they knew that you were the 'weirdo' of the bunch, the strange girl that is always shoved into the heaviest point of the cheer pyramid, carrying everyone's weight, whilst those on top get all the praise for their "fantastic tricks!"

Regardless, despite your heavy eyeliner and brooding expression, you somehow managed to catch the attention of a boy on the basketball team. It was probably a dare, which would explain why he's bailing on you now, leaving you to walk a few miles home, alone, in the dark...

Fuck!

After zipping up your jacket, you begin your soon-to-be exhausting walk home - a walk that would have been far quicker in your 'dates' car. At least it's not cold tonight; there's a slight chill to the September air, but you'll soon warm up once you get moving, and maybe when you crack open one of the few ciders in your backpack. The ciders that were meant to be saved for tonight's after party, but it seems you're uninvited...

A bottle of cider is pulled from your backpack, and once the chilled bottle comes to rest in the palm of your hand, you suddenly realise that you don't have anything to open it with. Fuck. Can God give you a break already?!

Your mind trails back to a trick you saw a few months ago, where one of the basketball lads opened a bottle using the side of the curb. You wander another street onwards before deciding to attempt that trick, wanting to be out of view of the school, and your classmates, who thankfully live in the opposite direction to you.

One knee meets the gravelled road as you crouch down, bringing the bottle of cider into position. You let out an uneasy sigh as you remember how that guy did it; he used the heel of his hand to crack the cap against the curb, and after a few attempts, the cap popped right off. Of course, he called it "easy," but after your first few attempts, the cap is definitely not budging, and your hand is slowly starting to throb with every hit.

"For fuck’s sake," you curse as you hit it one more time, desperate for the taste of lukewarm cider, a stranger that'll keep you company on your painful walk home.

One more hit, and you let out a grumble as you give up. Your head rolls back to the sky, and whilst still in cheerleader uniform, you let out a soft, "fuck," cursing God (or whatever is up there) for not letting you have a drink on the walk home.

That's when a chuckle catches your attention, and you lock sights with the last person you'd ever expect to interact with.

"Are you trying to open it? Is that what you're trying to do?" Eddie Munson asks with a cheeky smile on his lips. He's leaning against a lamp post, mere meters away from you. His arms are crossed, with one hand fiddling with the ends of his curly hair, almost as if he's nervous, but covering it up.

Eddie is, from what you've seen, a strange guy. And you don't just mean because he likes rock music, and plays D&D. Oh, no, there's something about this man that isn't quite right. Trauma? Perhaps? Shit, maybe you two have something in common.

You've never interacted, minus a brief interaction a few days ago. Your 'date' had shot him a degrading comment after passing him in the halls, and Eddie had responded with a laugh, and a comment that had you almost in tears.

"Your jeans are always so tight, Munson. No wonder your dick's so small, it must be suffocating in there," your date had sneered. A weak comment, but whatever, you just wanted to get to your next lesson, but someone was eager for a fight. It must have been his hormones acting up, or just boys being boys.

Eddie, despite being on his own, a lone wolf without the company of his misfits, had chuckled as he chalked up his reply. "Oh, he's just fine. He's a little sore right now," Eddie replied.

Your date raised his brow, and Eddie continued his comeback. "I mean, fucking your mom is a tiring chore, but someone has to do it, right? Which is why I'm able to fit in these tight jeans."

You couldn't help but laugh. A 'your mom' joke? Classic.

Your date shot you a disgusted glance, and hey, maybe that's the reason why he ditched you tonight. Maybe it's been sitting on his mind this whole time - his beloved cheerleader had giggled at a joke that the freak Munson has cast. How sensitive!

Coming back to the present, you let out a defeated, "yeah."

Eddie chuckles once more, although you know he's not laughing at you, but rather, with you. "I'm surprised your boyfriend isn't here to thirst your quench," Eddie comments with a shrug.

"Boyfriend," you scoff under your breath. "He's never been my boyfriend, especially not now."

Eddie looks genuinely sympathetic, and bridges the space between you two with a few lanky strides. "I take it you really need that drink then, huh?"

A nod is all you need. No puppy dog eyes, no heart-warming story. Eddie takes the bottle from your grasp, and pops the cap off by using one of his chunky rings, rather than the curb. He smiles as you take a large gulp, instantly feeling a buzz throughout your body, despite it being no more than 4% alcohol.

Placing the bottle down on the curb, you swing your backpack over your shoulder once more, and say, "here," as you pull out another cider, and offer it to Eddie.

"Are you sure?" Eddie questions, only to be taken back as you shove the cider into his hands.

He pops the cap off his own cider, and grins before taking a gulp. "Here," Eddie repeats as he offers you his hand, pulling you up from your awkward gremlin pose, now with an open bottle of cider in your hand. Your backpack is slung over your shoulders, and a small gust of wind follows the movement, dancing along the hemline of your skirt - a minor movement, but you're certain Eddie's eyes trailed down there before meeting yours.

"So..." Eddie groans. "Do I dare ask where your 'not boyfriend' is?"

"Probably at the after party. I dunno," you shrug.

Eddie's thumb reassuringly rubs over the back of your knuckles, and only then do both of you realise that your hand is still in his. You both break away, begrudgingly, but hey, maybe it's for the best? The freak holding hands with the weirdo cheerleader is a rumour that'd spread like hot fire around the school, and you don't fancy dealing with the backlash.

"Woah, hang on," Eddie nervously laughs as he raises his spare hand. "You mean, you've been uninvited to the after party? Or are you refusing to attend?"

"Your first assumption was right," you shrug, and take a swig from your drink. "Well, I think I was?"

Eddie remains quiet, but raises both brows with a gesture that silently reads, 'go on.'

After grumbling, you begin explaining. "I don't know what happened. Tonight was normal, or as normal as it can be. I was cheering, and he was playing basketball, but as soon as the game was over, he approached me, and said that he wanted to spend tonight with his friends..."

Eddie nods softly, listening to you ramble, using him like a therapist, still standing on your lonesome on the side of the road.

"...His friends were in the background, and they were... laughing. I just accepted it and left. When I went to change out of my uniform, the other girls were also laughing, so I didn't bother changing. I just grabbed my bag and left."

Your eyes focus on the floor as you let out a sigh, your shoulders slumping as disappointment takes over, and there's faint tears brewing in the corner of your eyes. Despite not being able to see Eddie's expression, you can feel sympathy radiating from him, and in a wild daydream, you'd throw yourself into his arms in hopes of finding comfort.

Little do you know, Eddie would happily comfort you.

"So..." Eddie heavily exhales, bringing your attention back to him. "Let me walk you home, then."

Your expression softens, no longer casting an imaginary scowl at your ex-not-boyfriend. Eddie Munson, the freak, has not only helped you open your cider, and listened to your therapy worthy rant, but also wants to walk you home?!

Obviously, you're going to accept his kind gesture. Being a woman has waaaaay too many flaws, and walking home alone is one of the main ones. Having Eddie there almost eliminates that target, even if Eddie is lanky, and only fights using the roll of a dice.

However, what is going to come of this if someone sees you two? A cheerleader and a freak, walking home together, joint ciders in hand. Fuck, both of you are going to get it in the neck, and probably from the same bunch of people. Social circles aren't meant to cross, especially opposite ones, but you've never really fit into the 'popular' squad.

"You're more than welcome to say 'no,'" Eddie sheepishly comments, his eyes trailing from yours to focus on his cider instead.

Shit. You moron! You haven't even responded!

"No. I mean, yes! I'd love for you to walk me home, but do you live this way? I don't want you going out of your way to-"

"-Yeah," Eddie cuts you off. "Sure, I live this way," he shrugs.

Ugh, he's lying!! However, you don't fancy rejecting his offer - not only is it a bonus to walk home with someone, but he's also so... interesting. Entreating. Perhaps even... cute? With that curly, untamed hair, and his lanky frame that reminds you of a baby deer attempting to walk for the first time.

"Come on, Princess," Eddie says with a light laugh as he takes a few strides forwards, practically bouncing on his heels with excitement. "Let's get you home!"

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[pinkiepiebones]

IDK of this one's "good enough" for AO3 but it's def good enough for my tumblr lol

Proper.

Written for the prompt "touch starved." I failed the assignment! Brief sex scene.

(Zombie doesn't know shit about late 1800s courtship shhhh just go with it)

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Elizabeth Catherine Gallagher was the youngest of her family. She was the only one with no prospects for marriage. She was quiet. She was reserved. She was nice to look at. Any man would be falling over himself to ask her father for her hand in marriage.

Elizabeth's husband met her father at a gentleman's club. They played a round of cards, Elizabeth's father told her, and at the end of the game, this Robert fellow agreed to marry her. That was that.

It was the sort of thing a woman was supposed to do. Marry a man. Live in a house. Have children. Yes, of course! Only those touched in the head or strayed from God would think otherwise.

Elizabeth wasn't touched in the head. And though she had meandered from God's path once before leaving school, with an older lass, when we kissed in hiding it felt as if the whole of my body were set ablaze, and I wanted nothing more than to use the fire that consumed me to burn away everything, leaving only myself and her, it was simply that. A meander. Elizabeth had righted herself. 

Robert Montague Renfield was the youngest of his family. He was the only one with no prospects for marriage. He was affable. He was courteous. He was a slight man from good stock. And he was a lawyer- a good, safe job, where one could make good, safe money. Any father would be falling over himself to ask that Robert marry his daughter.

Robert met Mister Gallagher at a gentleman's club, and learned a bit about Elizabeth over a game of cards. By the end of the night he had agreed to marry her. That was that.

It was the sort of thing a man was supposed to do. Marry a woman. Buy a house. Have children. Yes, of course! Only those touched in the head or strayed from God would think otherwise.

Robert wasn't touched in the head. And though he had meandered from God's path once before college, with an older lad, when we kissed in hiding it felt as if the whole of my body were singing, and I wanted nothing more than to declare in song to all of God's creation my love for him, it was simply that. A meander. Robert had righted himself. 

Elizabeth met her husband-to-be the night he arrived to deliver a dowry and an engagement ring. He slipped the ring on her finger, and smiled shyly.

"Mister Renfield, how nice to make your acquaintance," Elizabeth said quietly. Her mother and father laughed and said it would be fine to call her soon-to-be husband by his first name, since they were at home.

The two newly engaged young people sat side by side and obediently nodded as their parents and older siblings told them what was to happen, and when, and where.

Elizabeth and Robert married three months after meeting. Their honeymoon was to a quaint village just a half day's journey from their home.

They stood side by side in the bedroom and stared at the bed. Neither terribly excited.

"Right," Elizabeth sighed after a moment. She shed her clothes and unpinned her long golden hair and laid down on her back on top of the bedding. "Suppose we are to consummate this marriage, then, Mister Renfield."

Robert swallowed and followed his wife's cue. He had seen some saucy artworks in college, of course, but now having a wife, he realised he had never seen a real naked woman before. He fumbled out of his clothes and climbed on top of her. She opened her legs and he hesitated.

"I'm not s-"

"I thought y-"

"What if I-"

Elizabeth's eyes widened, as did Robert's.

Elizabeth fixed her gaze on a crack in the ceiling. Robert moved as he thought he should, and soon felt his bones turn to jelly. He panted and rested his forehead against Elizabeth's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, this is not at all romantic, is it?" He slid himself out of her and laid down beside her. He turned his head to watch her fold her hands over her belly.

"Is it supposed to be romantic?" she asked him. "There is a baby in me now, most likely. That is what everyone expects from us."

Robert turned on his side and, apprehensively, placed his hand on hers. She turned her head to look at him.

"Forgive my gloomy mood, husband. The wedding festivities still have me out of sorts."

Robert smiled and kissed her forehead. "Perhaps we should get under the bedding, then, and take a rest." Elizabeth nodded.

Under the sheets and blankets, Robert dared to hold his wife's hand.

"I will love you."

"And I you."

[cryptidofthekeys]

The Serpent God of The Septukhen Seas - Yami x Reader

I know it's literally in the name- Slifer the SKY DRAGON but for my own plot reasons imma ask  y’all to roll with what im putting down here, okay? Also was originally gonna use Yugi as the main lad but I decided, there’s so little x reader content out there so I'm fixing that

I figured I should add Yami x Reader so people know what the fuck this is before diving into it fgjdklfgjdfs I know its probs already been done I mean,, combining Slifer n Yami together, its not an og concept but I like mermen type stuff, I like writing big scary creatures and so this is a thing ...Imma be honest I feel like I coulda done some shit better in the first chapter BUT,, i dont wanna go rewrite all of it so yeah

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Also Septukhen was just a word I took from the fantasy name gen bc I wanted a cool sounding name for the sea the reader would be going to, Idk if its an actual thing I hope its not- fantasy name gen said MOST would be made up names

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TW: its kinda implied but I won’t say if its true or not but there’s some implications that a family member may have died, for now all I’ll say is their missing

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You were putting all the supplies you’d need on your boat, making sure everything was in order for this evening’s trip out to sea. You had been planning this for a long time now, you had researched all you could about the stories everyone had told, about the legendary creature… You remembered reading so much about it yourself until you passed out late at night, from what everyone and the books told you, it seemed that an ancient Pharaoh from long ago fused himself together with a God itself, you remembered seeing the God’s name was Slifer.

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It was some kind of god of the ocean in the ancient times, from what you remembered reading it was said the reason these two fused was to stop a great evil that threatened not only Egypt itself but the entire universe even! It threatened mortals, gods, goddesses, and all beings in the universe so in order to prevent this evil from prevailing, the ancient Pharaoh and Slifer fused together to become one, it was the only way they could truly stop the being of great evil, it was said they couldn’t unfuse after that either so they were to remain stuck together for all eternity, no longer just a Pharaoh but now also The Serpent God of The Sea: Slifer…

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It wasn’t just the stories the townsfolk nor the books told that was your reasoning to venture out into the deep sea, the sea of Septukhen, aside from the God itself, there was rumors of great treasures to be found there if you knew where to look granted, you figured it was most likely guarded by said God but you weren’t interested in treasures or anything like that, no… The real reason you were heading out is that you were going to try and finish an old family member’s work, their research they had left behind, they had mysteriously disappeared one day, lost in the Septukhen seas, now… 

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Everyone, including your friends, had thought you were insane for trying to continue this, especially KNOWING one of your family members disappeared but you wanted to follow in their footsteps for a long time, you wanted to venture out into the seas to begin with and maybe even… Maybe you could ask the God about their disappearance, it WAS a God so it’s knowledge should be boundless, you were hopeful enough anyways, and even though your friends really didn’t want you to, they knew they couldn’t stop you.

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You were far too determined to continue their work, their research, you had been determined to follow in their footsteps from the beginning… And you weren’t going to let them down! You’d carry on their legacy, even if others thought you to be crazy, you finished loading all the stuff, taking not only food and drinks for yourself but also for the God, you would at least bring offerings, after all, going willingly into a deity’s territory and not bringing an offering would feel rude to you, and you wanted to show you meant no harm, that you were no threat to the secret treasures or even to the God itself, because while there were ones, like you, who respected the Gods...

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Their were also ones who were disrespectful, thieves trying to steal from it, stealing one of its scales would even fetch a pretty penny, and if they could capture and bring this legendary creature back? They’d be swimming in money! That thought made you frown, you hated imagining the God trapped in a tank somewhere, on display like some sort of item, a pet, or anything like that, or even worse… Experimented on, you gripped your stuff tightly.

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You then sighed and shook your head, loading the final items on board, you double checked over all the items you had loaded, your equipment got a triple check to make sure it was all fully functioning for your journey, you knew this wouldn’t be easy but you were determined… You were determined to continue on the legacy of your fallen family member, continue their work and research, you promised them one day, long before their disappearance was announced that you’d follow in their footsteps when you grew up, you took a deep breath upon remembering them, you missed them a lot in all honesty, you wished you could see them one last time but either way

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“...I’m doing this for you… I’ll make you proud” You muttered under your breath before finally untying the rope and walking back to the wheel of the ship, you turned the motor on and began to head off in the direction of The Septukhen Sea, a look of determination on your face as you began your journey. You knew it’d be full of danger, you knew the risks of it all, but you didn’t intend on anything standing in your way, you had researched and prepared yourself as much as you could.

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You glanced back somewhat at the offers you had prepared, you packed as much as you could into a cute little basket, to be completely honest, you had no idea what the God liked, well… Food wise anyways, so you tried to just be open minded with the food you packed, you had cooked and baked a lot of things for it, and then for drinks, you settled on some fresh wine in the end, you didn’t know if the God would like any of the stuff aside from wine, you had at least heard that in a rumor, that The Serpent God seemed to love wine, you hoped the rumor was true, you’d find out when you arrived you supposed, it would take a long few hours to arrive at The Septukhen Sea.

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it was very far out, completely away from civilization, there was islands but they were uninhabited, the only humans that ever came here was your family member, some other sailors, and now finally… You were venturing out here, being so far from civilization is what made this place so dangerous, if you got hurt, it would take hours and hours for rescuers to get out there, maybe even days depending on the weather, you had heard the Septukhen seas had some nasty storms on the occasion.

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The storms worried you more than potentially meeting the God from legend itself, granted you were still of course nervous about that, from all the stories you had heard, even some of the ones your family member had told you in secret, The Serpent God wasn’t cruel or evil, of course it commanded respect like most deities did, you could understand that but from what your own family member had told you once ‘There’s nothing to be afraid of when meeting The Serpent God of The Septukhen Seas’ …It almost sounded like, they spoke from a place of experience even if they hadn’t outright told you they met the God.

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Your parents didn’t like them telling you these silly stories, to them there was no such thing as a God like that, it was just another fairytale, you glared upon remembering that, your hand tightening on the wheel of the boat, they had always h a t e d that you had gotten so interested in that sort of stuff, would always scold you when they caught you looking into it, telling you that the other was just too old, senile in fact is the word they used, even with that, you still believed, you believed in them, you didn’t believe they’d lie to you.

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. . . Eventually… After hours and hours of sailing, and you getting a bit exhausted even from steering the boat, you finally arrived at your destination… The Septukhen Seas…

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The water was a brighter shade of blue here than the water you had been sailing in, it was much clearer too, you had honestly thought the seas here would be dingy looking, it’d look dark, ominous but in all honesty… It looked like an actual paradise, the sun shone brightly on you and your boat, practically beaming down on you, that was the only downside is that it was horrendously hot here but other than that, you looked around, there was nothing but ocean obviously, in the far off distance you could faintly see an island, massive trees poking up in the air. You saw no signs of the God or anything really, but you figured it wouldn’t be that easy to see such a being

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You figured you’d have to dive deeper, literally speaking, but not where you were, you decided to turn your boat in the direction of that island and start heading there, you felt tired but you needed to keep going, once you got into the spot that felt right, you’d rest then, but for now you needed to press on, you looked around as you sailed, you hadn’t expected such a gorgeous place, you honestly expected something dark, ominous, but then again, why did you expect such a place?

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Especially a place that holds a God who saved the entire universe? Why would it live in a dark, dingy, and ominous sort of place? You sighed, you had no idea why you expected that but you shook your head, you headed that way toward the island, your radio had cut out here which made you somewhat nervous, you had hoped that it wouldn’t be like that if you needed to call out for help… The island kept getting bigger and bigger as you approached it, you looked over the place and that’s when you noticed a hut, you raised a brow at this “...I-I thought the islands were uninhabited…”

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You were confused, you docked your boat upon coming to the shoreline and you quickly hopped down off of it, you had to be mindful, because you didn’t imagine that if someone were here, they’d take too kindly to you intruding in their home, you slowly and cautiously made your way toward the hut, you did call out just in case “Hello?! If anyone’s in there, do you need help?” …No response, you called out a few times again before sighing and proceeding forward, you peered around the corner and saw nobody had been in there, in fact, it looked like it had been abandoned for a long time now that you were closer.

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The roof inside was falling in on itself and it honestly looked like it wouldn’t last much longer, some crabs had made their home inside along with some not so friendly looking insects, you looked inside and saw nothing particularly useful until you felt something nudge your foot, your eyes widened slightly and you jumped back with a yelp, worrying that you had just been bit or stung, you quickly checked your foot, pulling off your shoe and sock, upon finding no marks whatever you sucked in a deep breath and exhaled “O-Oh thank the Gods…” Your eyes widened when you heard a soft chuckle, it sounded as if it had been carried by the winds.

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You quickly placed your sock and shoe back on and then spun around, making sure not to make yourself dizzy as you searched for the sounds of that deep rumbling chuckle “H-Hello?” …No response, again, you sighed at this and ran your hands down your face “...Am I really cut out for this…?” You were beginning to doubt yourself in all honesty, not even out here for five minutes and you were already hearing things, you shook your head and then you felt something nudge your foot again.

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You blinked and looked down and noticed it was a crab, you smiled “...Oh hey lil guy!” You waved at the crab even though it couldn’t wave back and then you noticed something in its claw, it was dragging something very heavy, a book of some kind, you blinked “...What’cha got there lil guy?” The crab was of course silent but it surprisingly let go of the book and backed away, seemingly retreating to the hut, you waved goodbye before looking down and almost hesitantly picking up the book, it was a leather journal of some kind.

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It was covered in a lot of sand so you carefully blew on it, getting as much sand off as you could, you then opened it up, the pages were still very sandy and it was hard to make out a lot of what the book said but you squinted, then your eyes widened “T-This is…!” …This was their journal! The family member you had sworn to follow in the footsteps of! That was their handwriting even if a lot of it was blocked out by sand, you quickly tried to empty the book as much as you could but a lot of sand still stuck to the pages.

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You could still read some of it on the bright side, there was an entry from long ago… It talked about first arriving onto the island, the book entailing that this seemed to be a place the God liked to visit on occasion, they were talking about their boat crashing so they had hoped those stories about the God liking to visit here were true anyways because if not, well then they were stuck on this island until help arrived and even worse, they’d be no closer to achieving their goals but even then, they still weren’t giving up hope, they was plenty to eat on this island, that seemed to be the first entry of them settling in so you quickly flipped the page to the second one.

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It was still just as cheerful as the last, they seemed to just be documenting, counting down the days as an activity to keep from being bored, they talked about their days as they went along, nothing interesting for the first ten entries, but then… On the eleventh, you could feel the excitement radiating off of this page, and evident by a lot of their misspellings, they just repeated over and over again that they had finally seen i- er, him, you corrected yourself there, they had finally seen the God and your eyes widened, leaning into the journal a bit more to read as much as you could.

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You read over their excited scribbling, saying that while the God didn’t speak to them, he seemed to almost be… Observing at first, just observing their actions and what they were doing on the island before noticing their boat crashed, they documented the God poking and prodding at the broken ship with almost a remorseful expression, of course they had told him it wasn’t his fault, he hadn’t broken their ship, it was a string of bad weather but he still looked remorseful, and then the God retreated back in the sea, they called out for him to wait but it was too late, the God had disappeared… 

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And then you read over some descriptions of the God, some little notes of his appearance, the upper body of a human, the Pharaoh more than likely, tanned body, golden jewelry that resembled an eye around his head, and then golden bracelets on his arms and legs, but the most intriguing item was the upside down pyramid hanging from his neck, they didn’t seem to know the name of this item unfortunately but either way, then they began describing the lower half of him, or at least what they could see of him, it was a long red and black body, it looked almost dragon like instead of serpent like as they detailed him, they talked about him having claws, large sharp teeth, and tail that resembled a spear that was usually seen gently swaying back and forth above the waters.

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The entry talked about the tail swaying causing a gentle cool breeze on the island. They were especially grateful for that on the hot days here… And then the final noticeable descriptions of the God were the giant red crown on his head, it resembled pieces leftover from what Slifer might have looked like before they fused together, there was a notable blue gem on the crown as well, and then finally the God was MASSIVE, while they didn’t specify how large he was, they seemed to have been in awe… 

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Must’ve been larger than they previously thought, you grew more excited the more you had read about their encounters with The Serpent God, eventually they had excitedly wrote down that the God finally spoke to them, they described his tone to be loud, thundering even which made you perk up, you thought back to a few moments prior of finding the journal, after jumping back, you SWORE you heard a deep thundering chuckle, maybe that was… You then continued reading through the journal, they didn’t say much about the conversations they had with the God but so far, they seemed so overjoyed, even with their boat destroyed.

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…They did mention they were upset about their offerings being destroyed along with the boat but it seemed the God didn’t hold that against them, they said they were going to stay on the island for a little while longer, as long as they could to learn more about the God, there was s o many things about him written down it made your head spin to read it all, you read through some bits of that but then continued on, as the entries continued, they had started talking about running out of food which wasn’t good, however after that entry of them running out of food, it seemed the journal abruptly ended.

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You blinked in confusion as you flipped through page after page until you reached the book’s end, there was nothing… You didn’t understand why they just abruptly stopped, you had hoped they hadn’t met their end on this island, you didn’t see any remains anywhere nearby which you were thankful for but either way, you closed the journal back up, you wondered if they were even still alive. They had been gone for so long now, you didn’t want to give up hope but still, you shook your head, trying not to think about things like that.

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You reached into your bag and pulled out a pen and began writing an entry of your own. You wrote down the date, time, and who you were first and foremost… Writing in the book that you were heading out on this adventure to follow in their footsteps, you would be the one continuing their legacy and the writings in this book, you wrote about not encountering the God just yet but then also put a hope down, a hope that you would eventually find him. And then after finishing up, you closed the book and placed it along with the pen into your bag, you then began heading back over to your boat before pausing

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You faintly wondered if there were any more hints of them being on this island, you turned around and glanced over at the hut and then back into the jungle, you had brought a machete with you for such purposes since you knew you’d more than likely dock at some of the islands, you sighed, knowing the dangers but you knew the dangers of this entire trip so either way. You headed off toward the jungle, you still had plenty of time, you used your machete to cut through the thick vegetation that blocked your path, looking around for any signs of human life.

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Looking for any more clues, you didn’t think there’d be any but it never hurt to check, and so you did, you combed through as much as you wanted anyways.

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You had nearly been attacked by insects and various other animals, after finding nothing you sighed and began heading back the way you came, there was nothing else here, you had hoped maybe they had a camera with them, maybe you could see a picture of the God, an actual picture, not just the depictions from the books you had read or anything. As you stepped out onto the beach again, you looked around, you had more places to go, this wasn’t the only island out there, in fact… There were five, this one in the middle and then the other four surrounding it, you’d head to the four surrounding islands later, you needed to go further, further out into The Septukhen Seas.

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However before you made it to your boat, something out of the corner of your eye glinted in the bright sunlight, you blinked and looked over, you saw a crab coming right toward you again, it seemed to be trying its best to go as fast as you could so you casually walked toward it “Oh hey lil guy… Ya wanna show me something else?” The crab obviously couldn’t speak but it held another item in its claws once more, you blinked, a bit confused before leaning down to get a closer look.

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It was some kind of necklace, you didn’t understand “Uh… D-Do you want me to take it or…?” You honestly felt so silly for talking to a crab, as if it could- …And then it held out its claw, almost gesturing for you to take the item …Understand you… Okay, that was interesting, you’d mark that down in your book before leaving as you reached out, carefully taking a hold of the necklace, you inspected it very closely and noticed it was some kind of scale, a red scale, and that’s when realization struck you “H-Holy shit is this…?” You began to question, looking over the item, gently brushing your hand against the rough scale, it had to have been…

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That was surely a scale from the God himself, there’s no way it WASN’T! And then you began to question your family member, you had really hoped the God bestowed this upon them himself and they hadn’t stolen it, no… No, they weren’t greedy, they hadn’t came out on any adventures for just mere treasures, you and them had shared a certain bond, a curiosity, a love of adventures and thrills, you knew them, they were the FURTHEST thing from greedy, you then watched as the crab began walking back over to the hut.

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“...Th-Thanks!” You spoke, thankful the crab had brought this over, you placed the necklace around your neck, you were surprised it wasn’t heavier but also thankful, now you had something left from them at the very least… You smiled, holding the scale close in your hand, a sad smile, you still wished that you could see them again, one last time… You knew though, deep down, if they could and were watching right now, they would be so very proud of you for carrying on their legacy, their research, for following in their footsteps.

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You quickly documented that down in the book before you forgot, about the crab giving you said book and the red scale necklace before putting the items away again and then finally, you headed back to the boat, as you climbed onto it, you looked around once more. There were obviously no signs of the God hanging out, in fact, this island looked like it hadn’t been visited in such a long time, not since they last stayed here, and that weird chuckle you heard earlier…

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Maybe it was just your imagination getting the better of you …But that deep chuckle still echoed in your mind, you knew faintly which direction it had come from so you were going to try heading that way first and foremost, you started the boat up again and began to back it away from the island, and then you were off, heading deeper into The Sea of Septukhen.

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(First chapter done,, again Idk how to feel bout this first chapter but it be like that sometimes,, I was originally going to just make it into a short oneshot but... I uh,, got ideas ...yeeaahh)

[releaseholiday]

hi my love. im currently feeling a lot of thoughts similar to you, about lil louis, and me crying over him.

ive been wondering for a while, and i didnt know who to ask but i thought you would be the best person, why do you think louis has gone back to “his roots” in a sense and been dressing so sporty and casual? do you think theres some real reason behind it, like giving himself some “control” over his own life? or its as simple as its comfy, its easy?

idk why but ive been thinking about it a lot lately as ive been reminiscing on the past. he had a great sense of style up until the past two years ish, street wear etc. i just wonder if it has a reason!

hope ur doing ok, its a rough time here rn ❤️

Hi! Tbh your guess is as good as mine😭 I think it could be a combination of reasons tbh. Like to make it clear I don’t think he’s pretending to like that sporty casual style or whatever blouies are saying, he’s always dressed like this in his downtime. But yeah, like you said, a couple of years ago it changed a bit, I think they created this laddy lad aesthetic for walls and stuck to it. It became a bit boring imo. And I’m not saying he can’t wear sporty casual clothes but if we look at his style from 2017-2018 and compare it to 2019 there’s a difference even tho they’re both pretty sporty and casual lol. Like pls wear trackies all you want but not on a late night tv show yk alsksj. Idk my thoughts are a mess, sorry, I’m so bad at articulating them😭 Basically I think this is an aesthetic decision on his part combined with him wanting to feel comfortable.

[snow-system-wol]

Something we put together because we thought it seemed interesting (to us, at least!): primary author(s)¹² for each current thing in Snowverse.

(¹ many things are worked on by multiple people, especially when there's different scenes in one chapter. 🌸 and 🪶 work on many things together.)

(² Some of these are guesses. In terms of author chaos:

🌸🪶 chapters are universally recalled, I think

🧷 I don't always remember being written, and

🤍 chapters no one but him remembers writing pretty much. Idk.)

Lists and author totals below cut:

Oneshots:

•Calculated Risks, Paid in Advance 🧷

•Saponification 🪶

•Labyrinthine (noncanon) 🤍

S'ria Snippets -- B Side

•Ch 1: End of the Hunt 🧷

•Ch 2: System POV Eulmore 🤍

•Ch 3: One (1) Facial Scar 🤍

•Ch 4: "Difficult" as a personality trait 🤍

•Ch 5: Clove oil 🪶

•Ch 6: Haircut (oof) 🧷

•Ch 7: Clean 🧷

•Ch 8: Witnesses* 🤍

(i dont know what that asterisk means either)

S'ria Snippets:

•Ch 1: We Don't Ask About It 🪶

•Ch 2: Fray Didn't Expect This 🪶

•Ch 3: Making things Weird with Thancred 🪶

•Ch 4: Emet has some Questions 🌸

•Ch 5: Wow this could've gone better 🧷

•Ch 6: Let's drunk chat with Ardbert 🪶

•Ch 7: Fireside peace 🌸

•Ch 8: Menphina and Alphinaud have a chat 🌸

•Ch 9: Alphie bonding time 🌸

•Ch 10: Urianger and ??? bond 🌸

•Ch 11: Gaius 🪶

•Ch 12: S Tribe 🪶

•Ch 13: So, the thing is, tolerating things isn't something you HAVE to do 🪶

•Ch 14: Faded Memories 🪶

•Ch 15: Late Night Kitchen Bonding with G'raha 🌸

•Ch 16: Haircut 🧷

•Ch 17: Rescue and Recovery (5.0 end) 🌸

•Ch 18: Anniversary 🌸

•Ch 19: Confession 🌸

•Ch 20: The First is a metaphor for loneliness 🧷

•Ch 21: Ch 19 follow up -- relationship stuff 🪶

•Ch 22: Lyse and S'ria have a little chat 🪶

•Ch 23: Yotsuyu 🧷

•Ch 24: House Fortemps 🌸

•Ch 25: Fishing 🌸

•Ch 26: Happy 28th Birthday S'ria 🌸

•Ch 27: Siblings 🌸

•Ch 28: Valdeaulin 🪶

•Ch 29: Hot Springs 🌸

•Ch 30: A decade ago, in Limsa Lominsa 🪶

•Ch 31: Post - Death Unto Dawn 🌸

•Ch 32: Amaurot - bonus visit 🪶

•Ch 33: Ifrit 🧷

•Ch 34: Fray at Rhalgr's Reach 🤍

•Ch 35: Grief and Sharlayan 🌸

•Ch 36: Dream: OC Tober Day 4 🌸🪶

•Ch 37: Coerthas Interlude 🪶

•Ch 38: Garuda and Gaius 🪶

•Ch 39: Castrum Centri 🌸

•Ch 40: Crystal Tower (ARR) 🌸

•Ch 41: Dragoon Bloodwork 🌸

•Ch 42: Chatting about mental health with the lads 🧷

•Ch 43: The Parting Glass 🌸🧷

•Ch 44: First kiss (belated posting) 🌸

•Ch 45: Tower of Zot and New Promises 🌸

•Ch 46: Dark Knight Interlude 🪶

•Ch 47: Preparing for Ilsabard (reluctantly) 🌸🪶

•Ch 48: Ysayle 🌸

Total Counts

🌸: 25

🪶: 20

🧷: 11

🤍: 6

[griffin-wood]

sometimes I wonder, how do you ever have to tell yourself to stop loving someone/something that once meant dearly to you. I mean, I did it before - maybe I'll succeed again, but that whole process - holy cow, so many freaking tears and just, idk your heart just ripped into a billion pieces and all the flashes of deja Vu kinda replays in your mind every day. Maybe sometimes when you thought you are over it, but no. It just still...goes on. Sometimes I wished it has an off button because sometimes I need it to stop. I need to stop loving something too much cause I know I will lose it. Maybe I've lost it already y'know, but how? It's been month. Or maybe years, where does all the unreturned love go? Somewhere new? Somewhere different? I guess the idea of passing all the love to someone new seems terrifying cause there's the possibility of it to be repeated, to let your heart be bare and naked once more. It's like a risk, a risk of falling too deep. I've fallen and maybe this is the risk of it all, the risk of a broken heart - and the hardness of healing. The hardness of loving again, the difficulty to open your heart again or even the difficulty to not feel envy in the heart. It's a human trait after all right?

[xz017]

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[deliriousgeek]

Thomas Shelby x Wife Reader

Summary: A quiet evening meant for celebration is thrown into chaos. Y/n wills herself to play into the daunting role that comes with being Thomas Shelby’s wife, because it might be the only thing keeping her alive. 

Masterlist

Tommy lowkey feels very oc so idk how to feel about that. im not good at writing suspense...its also very long. ha :,)

Warning: blood, guns, knives, fights, usual peaky blinder violence

If anyone knew Y/n Shelby, then they would know that she can’t stand seeing dead bodies. Although in her case, having that reaction would seem ironic, considering her husband was Thomas Shelby. 

It was around 9pm when Y/n slipped her night robe off and lay back on her bed. Her night was just winding down and she was waiting for Thomas to get back. He said he would try to be home around midnight, and to not wait up. He and his brothers would be at the Garrison, celebrating Arthur’s return from prison and discussing what was to be done with the Jews and Italians next. 

Y/n knew it would be a couple hours for Tommy to be home, so she settled onto their bed and grabbed a book off her night stand. 

The room was bathed in a warm, orange and yellow light— the type of light candles can give. When she was home alone, Y/n liked to use candle light. It reminded her of a time before the war and before this gang business, when all she and Tommy had to worry about was getting enough candles to light up the dinner table. 

Half an hour had passed and Y/n had gotten through a decent number of pages in her book. She felt her eyes drooping and decided it was time to call it a night. She stretched and cracked her neck before turning to place her book on the nightstand. Just as she was about to place the book down, she heard a creak downstairs. 

She froze.

Tommy wasn’t supposed to be back until midnight and none of the Shelby family would come over this late without a call, that was their safety protocol. 

She listened for more creaking. 

After Tommy had bought their house he had insisted on replacing the creaky floor boards, but decided to keep a few. In certain spots, that could be easily avoided if one knew where to walk, the floor would still creak. It was a safety thing that Tommy and Y/n agreed would be good to have. If the floorboards downstairs still creaked after the first step, it wasn’t one of them. 

Creak...creak...creak...

That wasn’t Tommy. 

Y/n took in a deep breath as she put herself back into a sitting position on the bed. An intruder was in her house. At the moment, the Peaky Blinders had a lot of enemies. It could be anyone. Mostly, someone with a gun. 

She listened as the person made their way upstairs. She could hear them passing Tommy’s office, and the guest bedroom. This person knew where their room was, and she could only deduce from their movement’s that they were coming for her. 

Y/n was scared. She knew how to defend herself, but didn’t like doing it if she didn’t have to. Rolling her shoulders, she prepared herself for the inevitable. She’d have to fight tonight. 

To be clear, Y/n Shelby wasn’t unable to fight. She was a pro at throwing knives, which she preferred to guns; much to Tommy’s dismay. She knew how to shoot a gun and could decently fare in hand to hand combat, but she was still scared. Her heart beat in her chest quickly and anxiety bubbled to the surface. A normal reaction to knowing someone broke into your house to hurt you, or worse. Y/n assumed it was the latter. However, instead of letting her fear show, she turned on her fake calmness. A trick she forced herself to learn as Thomas Shelby’s wife. The alarm that was spread across her face vanished, instead being replaced with an eerily calm facade.

There was no point in locking the door. The person knew how to get past those if he made it into their living room. She heard their steps stop at the front of her door, she raised her book to her face, pretending like she was reading.

Act calm. She told herself.

Then, the door burst open.

Back at the pub, the Shelby brothers  were sitting around the table in the snug. Sharing laughs and taking on their third round of Whiskey.

“Alright boys,” Tommy began, placing his glass down and looking around the table. “We’ve had our fun, business begins now.” His content expression turned serious. 

His other brothers, and cousin Michael, cleared their throats and straightened up. 

“As you know, taking Arthur out of prison is a direct threat to the Sabini’s. It shows that even in London we have enough influence to get our own men out, if needed.”

The brothers nodded, and shared looks.

Tommy continued, “Getting Arthur out was our first move. Now it’s the Italian’s and the Jew’s turn but we don’t know when their next strike will be. So, from this moment on we have to be aware, alert, and ready for every—”

The door flew open.

Sir!” Out of breath, Isaiah stood with one hand on the door knob, looking at Tommy. 

“Oi!” Arthur shouted. “You know better than to interrupt!” 

Tommy nodded his head at Arthur, then turned to Isaiah. “What is it, lad.”

“Better be important,” John added. 

“Sir, the Italians are here. My dad spotted them making their way down the lane. They got a group with guns and a car. We best hurry.” Isaiah said in a rushed voice.

With that all the Shelby men stood and placed their caps on, rushing out of the snug. 

Upon noticing the urgency in which the brothers exited, the rest of the Peaky Blinders in the pub were at full alert, waiting for Tom’s next words. The crowd silenced as the brothers stood at the snug doors, facing the onlookers. 

“If you aren’t a Peaky Blinder,” Tom eyed the crowd, “leave.” 

Noise filled the bar again as chairs shuffled, cups were placed on tables, and the front doors opened and closed.

Tom didn’t speak again until there were only Peaky Blinders left. He pulled out his revolver and checked it, making sure there were bullets, before looking up again. 

“Battle formation, men. The Italians are here.” 

Then in a flurry of peaky hats and over coats, the rest of the men got into their positions. Some ran up the stairs to get the extra cases of shotguns and revolvers. Others pulled out their own handguns and checked them as well. The Shelby boys looked at each other, a silent way of saying ‘good luck’. 

Once Tommy deemed every one armed, he nodded to Arthur, who shouted to move out. 

The Shelbies were at the front, while everyone fell behind them in triangle formation. As they marched outside, they could see the group of Italians rounding the corner. 

It was rather intimidating. An outline of men and guns on shoulders, a rather sizable group at that, illuminated by the truck headlights that followed behind. It was a sight to see.

Darby Sabini stood at the front, a shotgun slung over his shoulder.

As the groups marched towards each other and came to a stop, a man behind Thomas called out to the front. “At your command Sergeant Major.”

A hushed tone of agreement spread throughout the group.

Darby stepped forward. “Thought you could come on our turf and get away with it, aye?” 

Tommy stepped forward as well, hands in his pockets. “It was meant as a friendly gesture, but I don’t think you have enough friends to know what that means.”

A small smirk made its way onto Tommy’s face as he stared Darby down. 

Darby narrowed his eyes, irritated at that remark. “I’ll show you what friendly means. Now!”

A hail of gunfire began and the sound of shots being fired filled the lane. It was chaos. Bullets flew and body’s fell. Punches were thrown and blood was spread. More men jumped out of the covered truck and ran to beat down the men on the other side. 

Tommy ducked and punched, kicked and shot. In the middle of punching a man in the gut he yelled, “Leave Darby for me!”

His men did just that. 

Thomas fought his way to the center of the fight, where Darby had just knocked out a Peaky Blinder. Tommy aimed his gun and walked forward, aiming at Darby. The fighting on both sides ceased.

“I didn’t bring a battalion to your town.” Tommy spoke clearly, in a raised voice. 

Darby aimed his gun as well. The two circled each other as men on both sides stopped to observe the interaction. They watched Tommy and Darby tread carefully, like two tentative predators waiting for their opposer to falter.

“You still showed up. That was enough.”

The two men were breathing heavily, a result from the brawls they just finished.

“What’s your purpose for being here, Sabini?” Thomas stopped pacing, his gun still firmly held up. 

Darby stopped as well. An obnoxious laugh left his lips. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Tommy didn’t move. He held a blank face, but his eyes still watched Darby with intensity. 

Not waiting for a response Darby continued, “I’m reminding you that I can take away everything you have in an instant. I already put your brother in jail, which it seems wasn’t a good enough warning for you, since you stupidly had him released so quickly.”

Darby took a couple steps toward Thomas, gun raised. 

“Killing me won’t do anything. I got people in place to still ruin you.” Thomas stated, his tone flat. 

Darby lowered his gun, a sickly calm smile spread across his face. It was an unsettling sight that made Tommy begin to think something was off.

“Oh Tommy boy, I’m just the distraction,” Darby’s eyes noticeably darkened, “How’s your wife these days?”

Tommy’s eyes widened and his finger pulled the trigger.

Darby fell to the ground dead, a bullet was lodged in the center of his forehead. 

Then like a wave, the fighting began again.

As soon as the gunshot rang, Tommy saw red. He shot, punched, kicked or swung at anyone in his way as he fought to get out of the crowd. He didn’t bother shouting an explanation to his brothers as he ran to his car. 

Tommy shoved his keys into the ignition and started the car. Tommy slammed his foot on the gas as soon as the engine roared to life. The car’s lights illuminated the carnage left from the battle. The Peaky Blinders were the last ones standing, as Tommy expected, but paid no mind to. His thoughts too consumed with conjuring the hundreds of horrible possibilities he might see upon arriving home, all ending with a bloodied image of Y/n.

John and Arthur ran towards the car, causing Thomas to slam on the breaks. 

“Where are you going?” John asked urgently. 

“They’re going for Y/n.” Thomas hastily replied.

John and Arthur jumped on the side of the car just in time before Tommy could speed up again. 

Michael and Finn watched as the older Shelby boys passed them. 

“Great. So we’re left to clean up the mess.”

At the house, Y/n held her book to her face as the door burst open. She turned her head and was met with the sight of a man pointing a gun at her. His clothes were clean and he looked very young. Her eyes flitted from the gun to his shoes, then to his eyes, then back to the gun. 

“On your feet.” He demanded. 

“What?” Y/n feigned innocence, despite her struggle to keep calm.

The man, gun still held towards her, trudged over and ripped the book from her hands, throwing it onto the floor. 

“I said on your feet!” He yelled in her face, backing away so he was a few feet from the bed.

She stared into his eyes, an impassive look on her face. Y/n looked back down at the gun. 

With a purse of her lips and a shrug she stated, “I’d rather not.”

The man’s soldier esc demeanor nearly slipped at her blatant defiance of his orders. “It’s not an option lady! Get up.”

She chuckled. “Y’see, lad. I’ve been on my feet all day. Have you ever worn heels for over six hours? Rather painful you know.”

Her cocky attitude betrayed her quickly beating heart that was full of adrenaline.

In an effort to scare her, he menacingly stepped forward. “I ain’t afraid to hurt you lady, but the boss wants you alive. If you keep disobeying me, I'm allowed to use force.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh really, and who is your boss? I must thank him for not wanting me dead.” 

She knew she was playing with her life, but if this boy was as inexperienced as he looked, she would get the information she needed to warn Tommy. Granted, if she got out of this situation. 

“Sabini.” The man bluntly answered. 

Y/n swallowed. This wasn’t good. If Sabini’s men were here and not in London, she needed to warn Thomas immediately. Her heart pumped faster than she thought possible and every nerve in her body was on the verge of trembling from fear.

“I see.” Y/n turned her head to the foot of the bed. “Well, like I said, I’d rather not get up. Matter of fact, I’d rather keep reading. So be a dear and hand me my book, would ya?” She was stalling.

“C’mon lady, stop being stubborn. You don't even got a weapon to be making these demands.” The man sneered.

Y/n slowly adjusted herself so that she scooted away from the pillows that propped her up. She straightened her legs on the bed, her left crossed over her right. Then she leaned back on her arms, purposely pushing up her chest to show off her unbinded chest. Hopefully, he’d be dumb enough to look at her distraction, and he was. 

“Ah, well. It was worth a shot. I can tell that you're new to this whole— kidnapping thing. If you want to get better at it then you should learn this.” She paused before looking back at the man, “Always do research on your target.”

The young man’s brows furrowed, obviously confused. 

“If you did your research, like a good little gangster,” She began as she slid her left leg up off her right, causing her silk nightgown to slowly expose her leg. The man’s eyes roamed her leg once she stopped moving, leaving her left leg in a bent position. She reached for the hem of the dress and raised it further up her left leg, stopping until it got to her mid thigh, “Then you would know, that I’m always armed.”

In a swift and well practiced motion, Y/n grabbed the sharp, throwing knife from her thigh holster, and threw. The knife landed in the man’s chest, in his heart. Looking down at the knife, the man stumbled backwards, tripping over his own feet and falling onto his back. Blood quickly formed a growing splotch of red on his shirt. Y/n quickly stood from the bed to remove the gun from the man’s hand, she then crouched over him. 

She placed her hand on the knife handle, “It was a shame you didn’t do your research.” Then she pushed the knife forward, until she felt through the blade that it had really punctured his heart.

Y/n stood over the man’s body, gun in her hand, and watched the blood puddle grow. She backed away until her knees hit the bed and gave way. Letting out a shaky breath, she sat with the gun in her lap. In an attempt to avoid looking at the body laid in front of her, Y/n stared at the ceiling. 

The adrenaline began to wear off, and the reality of the situation dawned on her. She could have died, quite easily too. If her attacker had not been so inexperienced and if she wasn’t wanted brought back alive, she could have died. Then, she thought of her husband.

Tommy. 

Had the man lying dead on her carpet opened the door and shot, Tommy would have had to come home to her dead body instead. The thought of Tommy finding her body, cold and bloody, scared her more than death. She couldn’t imagine the pain of him being alone. He would blame himself for her death. He would say he couldn’t protect her, and he would loathe himself for the rest of his life. Tears began to prick her eyes and her throat tightened. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears to go away and for her erratic heart beat to calm down. 

She killed a man.

That’s the only thought she could process. Her emotions muddled her thinking. Never before had she used her knives to kill. She used guns, from far away. She used punches to knock people out. She used her knives to injure, but never before had she needed them to kill. She was slightly glad for the memory of Tommy coming back home from an errand, returning with the thin knife holster that he insisted she wear when he wasn’t home. She was also glad that she made it a rule for herself to never take it off unless Tommy was home with her. 

Then, the silence of the house was broken again. She flinched. This time, the sound came from the front door slamming open and muffled shouts that she could only register as her name. 

“Y/n! Y/n where are you?” The voice shouted.

She couldn’t pinpoint who it was, not in her boggled state of mind, but she knew it was safe. So she answered. 

“In the bedroom.” 

Her eyes were still shut and her head faced the ceiling when Tommy rushed in.

“Y/n.” His voice was slightly breathless as he took in the sight before him. 

The room was covered in warm, candle light, giving a complete opposite tone to the tense atmosphere. His wife sat on the bed with a gun in her lap. A man, with his wife’s knife in his chest, laid dead on the ground and a puddle of blood surrounded his wound. 

Y/n opened her eyes and looked at her husband. She could see the fear and worry that filled his eyes, his face in slight shock.

Thomas was relieved to see his wife unharmed, but he could see the tears that were threatening to fall. Her slumped shoulders were signs of exhaustion. The way her chest moved up and down with heavy breathes told him she was on the verge of holding herself together. 

Arthur and John came bounding up the stairs next, and found their places on either side of Thomas. 

Y/n’s voice came out void of emotion, but her teary eyes said it all. “One of Sabini’s men.” She stated before turning her eyes to the ceiling once more, trying to blink away tears. “Please get him out of my sight.” The growing puddle of blood made her want to throw up. 

“You heard her,” Thomas said in a low tone, staring at his wife with concerned eyes. “Get rid of ‘em.” His voice was just above a whisper.

Arthur and John stepped forward, grabbing the man by his arms and lugged him out of the room. Only once the man had been removed did Thomas walk towards his wife. Only when he wrapped his arms around her did she let herself cry. She let herself sob and express how truly scared she was when the man burst into her room, and pointed a gun to her head. 

Thomas held her close and kissed her head. He whispered in her ear that she was okay, and that she did what she needed to do. Holding her close, he told her he loved her, and promised to never let anything like that happen to her again. 

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Australian GP 2022 : a summary

Daniel and Isaac were the cutest. So happy Daniel could finally race again at home 🥰

400,000 ppl attendance 🤯🤯🤯🤯

McLaren cropping only half of the Ferrari logo on Daniel baby pic

Theyre getting mad about jewellery and underwear too

So Pierre said that he is ready to show them everything even his pee pee 😬

Seb saying that Charles beat him « fair and square » 🥲

Idk what made Melbourne’s air so 💅🏼💅🏼but the atmosphere became SO GAY all in a sudden

Lewis and Max hate each other until they talk about showing each other nipple piercings. Never thought I’ll write that.

Lando and Daniel saying they’re touching each other asses when they cuddle. They cuddle ??? They touch their asses ??? Please what’s going on ???

Also a word about Yuki saying that Pierre feels like a boyfriend for him 😳

Shoutout to the « bush » incident 🥴

Checo said that he’s seen Max laying on the floor naked. I TOLD YOU IT WAS GAY

Charles said that he does not want to shower with Carlos…no one asked you to do that sir ? 🤨

George saying he’s a Daniel fan and asking who isn’t. He said no lie

Seb getting fined 5000€ for stealing a Marshall’s scooter and riding it on track. FIA is on crack.

Seb’s still iconic tho 💅🏼

The bounced are still there. Give those m boys some paracetamol for their headaches.

Lewis « it’s sir actually » Hamilton

I think Aston Martin’s mechanics and accountants are going to quit with all those crashes 💀

Mick checking on Seb after his crash

Oh yes he crashed but I’m not going to mention every AM’s crash of the weekend bc the summary won’t be one anymore 😐

Lance’s car didn’t even turn like it said « no. »

And then he yeeted Nicholas out of quali after one of the worst manoeuvre I’ve ever seen. We’re not in karting anymore boys 🙄

Fernando doing the lap of his life (no.) and then ending up on the wall. Too bad

Penalty party after quali 🥳🥳🥳🥳

Mclaren FINALLY had a good quali result

Carlos lost everything at the start 😢

And then definitely lost it in the gravels

Max and Charles battle, give me that every weekend please

Max’s car yeeted again. Oops.

Seb’s is going to pack his thing and leave it continues like that 🚶🏼

Why everyone is squeezing everyone ?

Alex not changing his tyres until almost the end of the race. What a lad 🥰

Lance going full Tokyo Drift mode during all weekend

SAFETY CAR SAFETY CAR

Mick almost wrecked himself after safety’s car end but manage to save it 👌🏼

Charles already had the fastest lap but decided that he wanted to do it AGAIN. With your results, do whatever you want hun ❤️

GEORGE SECOND PODIUM I WANT TO SCREAM IN POSH

Congrats to Checo also !!! Take what you can take bestie (do it. Steal it from the rich)

CHARLES GRANDE PILOTA ❤️❤️❤️

GOOD RESULTS FOR MCLAREN IMMA GONNA DIVE INTO A POOL (don’t have one. Need to find one. Will do.)

Lewis’ radio 🤠🤠🤠

Lando and Alex decided that f1 post race show was theirs and turned it into a late night show. It was amazing. @ f1 give them the show. Please.

Lando saying « good bye old man » to Fernando

Alpine were fast tho

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V-card anon: hi sorry about that first ask i kinda went into a fugue state (spelling?) altered state of reality maybe when i wrote that and damn near outlined a fic in your inbox

The way we played hot seat was either part of a larger drinking game when a certain card was pulled from a deck, or just on it's own. You sit in a circle, everyone has a drink, usually a beer or cider. In the card pull version, the one who pulls the card gets asked a question by every person playing and if they refuse to answer they drink from their drink. In the standalone, you do that but everyone gets a turn being asked until people get bored and leave. Fun way to find out shit about people. Usually the unwritten rule is that you can't lie. I imagine everyone sitting on shitty chouches and chairs in a semi circle around a table full of cups and bottles playing it

Questions i have been asked: are you a top or bottom? Do you like anal? Wheres the weirdest place you've fucked? Body count? Favorite position (sexual)? Fuck marry kill/ignore people in this room (EVERY TIME I PLAYED I GOT THIS QUESTION)? Tits or ass or other? Favorite non sexual body part ex. Thigh? Ideal fuck buddy? Sex regrets? Etc

Also more weird details i have head cannoned out for some drivers and most likely does not fit with irl personalities, do with this what you will, use it or don't i just have feelings. Also everyone is like compressed in age to like 20-27ish except for some of the grid who i will just think of as younger alumns who come back:

Danny R: social chair, owns a jeep he takes the doors off of in the summer, walks girls home at night to make sure they're ok, tries to DJ house events and is rebuffed by literally everyone, has like 30 pairs of vans you trip over in his room, stolen roadsigns everywhere, masters in something arigcultural or physiological, cutoff frat shirts for days, fuckboy but nice, a bit cringe, will drive around with you at night so you can scream, met reader bc she had a band tee on and wanted to talk to her about it (no gatekeeping)

Charles: some kind of engineering or math degree but no one has any idea how the fuck he's gotten so far, 4.0 never studies, games with other house members, will show up at events randomly you will have no idea how he gets on your couch but he is there, the best and worst taste in clothes, is the only one allowed to play the piano in the house, sweet, cannot help you with studies but is always down for helping you out after, has to be reminded to clean stuff, disaster bi, reader met his gf first and they probably met through that

Pierre: good fashion and music taste, shirt is gone halfway through the night, also fuckboy but wholesome, actually studies, plays a sport for sure probably soccer in some way either club or Division he's too good for rec, will hold your hair back so you can throw up, will tell you your outfit sucks, good at math, also part of the squad that games, econ major, workout buddies with reader anday have taken a math class together

Max: is part of the hockey team he will go pro, also actually studies, got into gaming because of Charles, has the nicest car, is serious until he gets a couple drinks in him, he and Daniel are close and roomed together at some point, owns like 30 sets of the same outfit a white tee and jeans, knows reader through Dan and they get dragged by him to some of the same stuff

Lando: is a pledge or new member his big is Carlos, undeclared major, just happy to be here, gaming squad, used to play lacrosse or something equally obscure, king of knowing where the good snacks are, weirdly good at beer pong, growing into a fuckboy wholesomeness level tbd, probably sweet with reader as she helped him through a blackout or something, met her because she's basically house mom for some of the new boys (the kind of mom who will teach you to do laundry or iron ONCE)

Carlos: hockey flow but does not play hockey, actually studies and is smarter than what people give him credit for, came from a private high school and uni really opened his horizons, also good study buddy, gets along with most people, goes to office hours the most out of the actually studies gang, fun at parties, owns the frat dogs, he and reader met at Office hours (they were the only students) and found they had mutual friends too

Lewis: is/was president of frat, great grades greater bod, did full evolution from fuckboy to good man, has the back tests and the moral support, up for late noght talks about life, definitely was a D1 athlete, best fashion game, implemented no hazing policy, fits into notable alum or PhD category

Mick: undergrad like Lando, also plays soccer or something, too sweet, also walks girls home/holds your hair back etc, cleans parts of the house that aren't his responsibility, higher alcohol tolerance than you expect, everyone is bizarrely protective of him, legacy member (his dad was a legend), drives a motorbike around campus and can't decide between law and psychology, actually studies, met reader through the frat and she would die for him, brings her to class on the bike sometimes because the bike is faster

George: business major, frat treasurer, three ring binder business casual in class kind of guy, nice enough, shirt comes off when drunk, runs marathons and a podcast about investments, best notes in the game and great study partner, actually studies, is drinking monster at 6AM but not because he stayed up late, he and reader met through the frat and sometimes drink wine and bitch together

Lance: hockey player, legacy member, studies sometimes, sarcasm on point, great at stack cup, very chill, knows every good nap spot on campus, also has high alcohol tolerance, is the kind of person who does well in the cold but does not like it, wears headphones so people don't talk to him, great one on one but not in crowds, business major and minor in computer science, probably also met thru Lance's gf but vibe as more introverted people and will cover for each other if one does not want to go out

Nicky: a good boy, part of the walks people home squad, sets up designated drivers for parties, good snack game, future in medical field, good listener, pretty good study buddy, midnight snack enabler, met reader through frat and his gf he and reader are on babysitting duty together sometimes when others get too drunk/high

Yuki: also a pledge or new, majoring in games or computer science as they gave me the same energy as him, games squad, bit of a mad lad, has several stolen street signs, good, met reader through frat and Yuki is the only one patient enough to explain some games to reader, they cuss people out on mic

Esteban: good man, has a full ride scholarship, actually studies, also good study buddy, Dan's little, plays soccer but maybe on a rec team because he prioritizes school, very sweet guy as well, probably chose a really practical major/dual major, met reader through Dan and are also dragged similar places by him

Antonio: manbun, philosophy or classics major possibly business dual, generally good natured but can be seen supplying his own wine at parties, used to be really into metal but kept the hair, does not know that people find him attractive, soccer boi, met reader through frat and she's the only one who will (pretend) to listen to him rant about philosophy

Alex Albon: another full scholarship guy, somehow gets along with everyone, switched majors due to an asshole professor, electrical engineering or computer engineering, actually studies, helps with frat pets,will show you pictures of his cats at home, sweetie, another contender for will hold your hair or walk you home, probably met reader through a class or club and found they had mutual friends and that reader is friends with his gf

Notable alums:

Checo - dad, successful in finance somehow (he looks like an really successful accountant of CFO to me idk why)

Kimi - dad but people forget he is, holds the record for most drinks in 24 hours that will never be come close to by anyone else, shows up on random alum weekends with 2 kegs, legally cannot tell you what he does or he would actually have to murder you

Valterri - was good at a sport when he was there, now a very effective lead engineer at an architectural firm

Seb - environmental or mechanical engineering, all around good guy with someone the best grades in frat history

Alonso - legendary for sexual exploits (consensual)

Anyone I put as actually studies is probably the type reader would hang around for more serious stuff/schoolwork and would probably be closer to, with the exception of Dan bc I feel like he'd be like we're friends now :)) we shall hang or Charles bc he will just show up. I also imagine she has a pretty good friendship with any existing gf, however if a driver does have a gf and he is the love interest sorry bb girl u gotta go for the purposes of this fic

Sorry this is so long hahaaaaaaa glad you liked my Charles thoughts ilu

i honestly wasn’t going to share this like the rest of the anon asks i’ve gotten that i keep close to my heart but this was just too good to keep to myself.

LOOK! AT! THIS!

f1 drivers as frat bros/college students headcannon

i’m writing a series - each “chapter” will be a smut with a different frat bro and i’m hoping to post a sneak peek this week some time but here’s something to hold you over and give you some ideas

to my vcard anon - i appreciate this so much. my inbox is always open for ur thoughts bc they are SO GOOD !! can’t wait for you to read the first part of the series bby

PS if some of this doesn’t make sense to u feel free to send in asks (i know a lot of this is focused on american college culture so if u don’t get it i’m happy to explain)

[sweet-bangchannie]

I.F.L.Y

Hwang Hyunjin x reader

When the cold ice queen bumped into one of the most beautiful human being in the universe you didn’t even know that it might even start a friendship or else even a relationship.

What kind: idk maybe i’ll turn it into a fic

Genre: Fluff with teeny tiny bit of suggestiveness

Warning: little explicit language

Have a great day or night 😘✨

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You met this boy whose name you don’t know while running late to your class and you accidentally bumped into his tall figure and for running so fast you didn’t even apologise and it intrigued the young boy; “She didn’t even apologise” said by the boy. “Oh well , it didn’t even hurt but it’s rude for not even saying sorry to a stranger after you just bumped”. Then the boy left and got into his designated room. After a few hours, it was exactly lunch time, the young handsome boy was trying to find the girl who bumped into him earlier. With the help of his friends; he found her sitting all alone. The boy walks to her direction; where she is sitting, she didn’t even notice the boy behind her back until she felt him tapping at her shoulders. “Um hello you might not even know me but I’m Hyunjin and you accidentally bumped to me”. The boy calmly tells her. “You should apologise to me because it’s kinda awkward and rude not to”. “I’m really sorry for bumping into you” The girl continued eating her lunch and Hyunjin sat right next to her. The girl was baffled and suprised that someone sat right next to her that completely looks angelic and ethereal. “What’s your name?” Hyunjin questions the girl. “Why do you need to know my name?”. “Because i told you what’s my name, and you need to tell me what’s your name too. It’s unfair I don’t know your name and you knew what’s mine”. He cutely pouts. Hyunjin never actually did any of the cute behaviour to anyone unless it is someone special to him. You finally gave in his request because you cannot handle his cuteness anymore even though you don’t really show it. “Alright fine, my name is Y/N”. You rolled your eyes and scoffed back at him. Hyunjin nodded his head and when walking back to his friends he actually thought you are pretty cute, nice and has a gorgeous smile despite the cold and mean face that you always give to everyone. Hyunjin reached to his friends and they’re noticing that he is blushing and smiling a little. “Ooooh someone is having a crush on ice queen”; Felix cooed at him. “Ya! You might have to ask her out on a date before someone else does”. Jisung bumped him lightly with his elbow. “ Just don’t kiss infront us. If you actually try, that would be weird dude”. Seungmin playfully rolls his eyes. “He is totally gonna fall for her, Oh just watch”. Jeongin snickered. “Shut up you motherfuckers, I don’t have a crush on her!”.

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The next day morning went smoothly or so you thought. Hyunjin came to your direction running towards you. You run away from him so that nobody notices that you are the one Hyunjin is chasing with. “Y/N wait up!”. The boy said while running and quickly to catch you. “No, stop chasing me! don’t come near me you dumbfuck!”. The two both stop running and continued panting until they eventually catch their breath. “Hyunjin why the fuck are you chasing me like seriously? , the people are gonna think that we are couple doing lovey dovey running around the hallway like we’re in a movie or something”. Y/N looks at him with furrowed eyebrows; Hyunjin thought why someone looks cute while while being angry. “I just wanted to say Good Morning!”. Hyunjin happily says while smiling until his eyes can never be seen (⌒▽⌒) <——(just like this). Your heart is gonna explode and go crazy, you mentally say to yourself get a grip and don’t get all gushy and be all sweet to him. “Well you should’ve just walk like a normal person and not run like some sort of animal or something”. Y/N said while crossing her arms. You look at your watch to tell the time. “Well, I gotta go Hyunjin I have Science class to attend”. You waved and gently smiled at him telling him goodbye. Hyunjin on the other hand, his heart was bursting and his eyes saw hearts and sparkles. His mind was only filled by you smiling over and over again. Hyunjin waved her goodbye and got into his scheduled class. While walking away, you smile to yourself and your cheeks started to blush like crazy and everyone was shock to see you looking like that. Some of the girls are whispering, guys looking at you weirdly but you didn’t have any care in this particular moment.

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You got into your class and sat at your seat. In the class you are considered the smartest one, despite being cold and mean. The professor called you to answer the question on the white board and you quickly answered with no emotions. After a While; the professor continues discussing, you decided to write some notes. But eventually as time went on, you started to zone off and started to think about Hyunjin. Daydreaming like a teen in a romance movie, you didn’t even notice that the class ended and people are now packing their stuff and leaving the room. You quickly but calmly put your stuff when suddenly another hand was helping putting your stuff in your bag. “You don’t have to help me, I don’t need your help”. Y/N quickly looks up and see Hyunjin cutely pouts. “Well it’s lunch time, maybe we can get something to eat?”. Hyunjin asks her in a cute child-like behaviour. “Oh and I gotta introduce you to my wonderful friends, trust me you’ll love ‘em”. “O-Okay, well we better get going”. Y/N said while exiting the classroom. You and Hyunjin both having a chitchat while walking towards the cafeteria. When suddenly you both stop on your tracks when a few taller guys approached you both. You two both followed the boys towards their lunch table. Hyunjin helps you to get to your seat and you thank him. The boys started to introduce to you one by one. “Hello I am Han Jisung, but you can also call me Han if you like”. Jisung shakes your hands while smiling brightly. “Hi!! I’m Lee Yongbok; you can also call me Felix, pleasure to meet you”. Felix shakes your hands while grinning softly. “Hello I am Kim Seungmin, pleased to meet you”. Seungmin calmy and gently tells her. “You don’t have a nickname that I can call you?”. Y/N questions the boy. “You can just call me Seungmin, that’s all”. Y/N nodded at his answer. “Hello!, I’m Yang Jeongin, you can just simply call me Jeongin”. Jeongin smiles at her and just gently bows. “Well nice to meet you guys, I’m L/N Y/N”. A rather tall muscular man approached your table and quickly greets all the people on the table except you. The late man just lightly tilts his head in confusion and he nudges Hyunjin’s side. “Who is she and why is she sitting in our table?”. The mysterious man whispers to Hyunjin’s ear. He introduces the lad to you; “Oh, this is Bang Chan. You can just call him Chan or Chris, whatever floats your boat”.

thank you for reading!!

Please STAY safe

have a great day or night!!

i apologize if i made some mistakes

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hi! so we have established at this point that you have A Lot Of thoughts about antony and brutus. but how does caesar (julius, not the little bitch octavian) play into that? bc like. my knowledge and impression of them is very limited and mainly constructed from watching hbo rome and idk. i think it'd be fun to throw caesar in the mix. love all the art and writing on your blog btw! have a nice day.

Hey, okay! So this used to be over 30 pages long (Machiavelli and Caligula got involved and that's when things got out of hand), but through the power of friendship and two late night writing dates fueled by coffee, I’ve cut it way down to under 10. Many thanks to the people who listened to me ramble about it at length, and also to a dear friend for helping me cut this down to under ten pages!

Also, thank you! I'm glad you enjoy the stuff I make! It makes me very happy to hear that!

And quickly, a Disclaimer: I’m not an academic, I’m not a classicist, I’m not a historian, and I spend a lot of time very stressed out that I’ve tricked people into thinking I’m someone who has any kind of merit in this area. It's probably best to treat this as an abstract character analysis!

On the other hand, I love talking about dead men, so, with enthusiasm, here we go!

For this, I’m going to cut Shakespeare and HBO Rome out of the framework and focus more on a historical spin.

Caesar is a combination of a manipulator and a catalyst. A Bad Omen. The remaining wound that’s poisoning Rome.

Cassius gets a lot of the blame for Brutus’ turn to assassination, but it overlooks that Brutus was already inclined towards political ambition, as were most men involved in the political landscape of the time.

Furthermore, although Sulla had actually raised the number of praetorships available from six to eight, there were still only two consulships available. There was always the chance that death or disgrace might remove some of the competition and hence ease the bottleneck. But, otherwise, it was at the top of the ladder that the competition was particularly fierce: whereas in previous years one in three praetors would have gone on to become consul, from the 80s BC onwards the chances were one in four. For the senators who had made it this far, it mattered that they should try to achieve their consulship in the earliest year allowed to them by law. To fail in this goal once was humiliating; to fail at the polls twice would be deemed a signal disgrace for a man like Brutus.

Kathryn Tempest, Brutus the Noble Conspirator

The way Caesar offered Brutus political power the way that he did, and Brutus accepting it, locked them into the assassination outcome.

Here is a man who’s built his entire image around honor and liberty and virtu, around being a staunch defender of morals and the republic

In these heated circumstances, Brutus composed a bitter tract On the Dictatorship of Pompey (De Dictatura Pompei), in which he staunchly opposed the idea of giving Pompey such a position of power. ‘It is better to rule no one than to be another man’s slave’, runs one of the only snippets of this composition to survive today: ‘for one can live honourably without power’, Brutus explained, ‘but to live as a slave is impossible’. In other words, Brutus believed it would be better for the Senate to have no imperial power at all than to have imperium and be subject to Pompey’s whim.

Kathryn Tempest, Brutus the Noble Conspirator

and you give him political advancement, but without the honor needed for this advancement to mean anything?

At the same time, however, Brutus had gained his position via extremely un-republican means: appointment by a dictator rather than election by the people. As the name of the famous career path, the cursus honorum, suggests, political office was perceived as an honour at Rome. But it was one which had to be bestowed by the populus Romanus in recognition of a man’s dignitas.69 In other words, a man’s ‘worth’ or ‘standing’ was only really demonstrated by his prior services to the state and his moral qualities, and that was what was needed to gain public recognition. Brutus had got it wrong. As Cicero not too subtly reminded him in the treatise he dedicated to Brutus: ‘Honour is the reward for virtue in the considered opinion of the citizenry.’ But the man who gains power (imperium) by some other circumstance, or even against the will of the people, he continues, ‘has laid his hands only on the title of honour, but it is not real honour’.70

Brutus may have secured political office, then, but he had not done so honourably; nor had he acted in a manner that would earn him a reputation for virtue or everlasting fame.

Kathryn Tempest, Brutus the Noble Conspirator

Brutus in the image that he fashioned for himself was not compatible with the way Caesar was setting him up to be a political successor, and there was really never going to be any other outcome than the one that happened.

The Brutus of Shakespeare and Plutarch’s greatest tragedy was that he was pushed into something he wouldn’t have done otherwise. The Brutus of history’s greatest tragedy was accepting Caesar’s forgiveness after the Caesar-Pompey conflict, and then selling out for political ambition, because Caesar's forgiveness is not benevolent.

Rather than have his enemies killed, he offered them mercy or clemency -- clementia in Latin. As Caesar wrote to his advisors, “Let this be our new method of conquering -- to fortify ourselves by mercy and generosity.” Caesar pardoned most of his enemies and forbore confiscating their property. He even promoted some of them to high public office.

This policy won him praise from no less a figure than Marcus Tullius Cicero, who described him in a letter to Aulus Caecina as “mild and merciful by nature.” But Caecina knew a thing or two about dictators, since he’d had to publish a flattering book about Caesar in order to win his pardon after having opposed him in the civil war. Caecina and other beneficiaries of Caesar’s unusual clemency took it in a far more ambivalent way. To begin with, most of them were, like Caesar, Roman nobles. Theirs was a culture of honor and status; asking a peer for a pardon was a serious humiliation. So Caesar’s “very power of granting favors weighed heavily on free people,” as Florus, a historian and panegyrist of Rome, wrote about two centuries after the dictator’s death. One prominent noble, in fact, ostentatiously refused Caesar’s clemency. Marcius Porcius Cato, also known as Cato the Younger, was a determined opponent of populist politics and Caesar’s most bitter foe. They had clashed years earlier over Caesar’s desire to show mercy to the Catiline conspirators; Cato argued vigorously for capital punishment and convinced the Senate to execute them. Now he preferred death to Caesar’s pardon. “I am unwilling to be under obligations to the tyrant for his illegal acts,” Cato said; he told his son, "I, who have been brought up in freedom, with the right of free speech, cannot in my old age change and learn slavery instead.

-Barry Strauss, Caesar and the Dangers of Forgiveness

something else that's a fun adjacent to the topic that's fun to think about:

The link between ‘sparing’ and ‘handing over’ is common in the ancient world.763 Paul also uses παραδίδωμι again, denoting ‘hand over, give up a person’ (Bauer et al. 2000:762).764 The verb παραδίδωμι especially occurs in connection with war (Eschner 2010b:197; Gaventa 2011:272).765 However, in Romans 8:32, Paul uses παραδίδωμι to focus on a court image (Eschner 2010b:201).766 Christina Eschner (2010b:197) convincingly argues that Paul’s use of παραδίδωμι refers to the ‘Hingabeformulierungen’ as the combination of the personal object of the handing over of a person in the violence of another person, especially the handing over of a person to an enemy.767 Moreover, Eschner (2009:676) convincingly argues that Isaiah 53 is not the pre-tradition for Romans 8:32.

Annette Potgieter, Contested Body: Metaphors of dominion in Romans 5-8

Along with the internal conflict of Pompey, the murderer of Brutus’ father, and Caesar, the figurehead for everything that goes against what Brutus stands for, Brutus accepting Caesar’s forgiveness isn’t an act of benevolence, regardless of Caesar’s intentions.

On wards, Caesar owns Brutus. Caesar benefits from having Brutus as his own, he inherits Brutus’ reputation, he inherits a better PR image in the eyes of the Roman people. On wards, nothing Brutus does is without the ugly stain of Caesar. His career is no longer his own, his life is no longer fully his own, his legacy is no longer entirely his. Brutus becomes a man divided.

And it’s not like it was an internal struggle, it was an entire spectacle. Hypocrisy is theatrical. Call yourself a man of honor and then you sell out? The people of Rome will remember that, and they’re going to make sure you know it.

After this certain men at the elections proposed for consuls the tribunes previously mentioned, and they not only privately approached Marcus Brutus and such other persons as were proud-spirited and attempted to persuade them, but also tried to incite them to action publicly. 12 1 Making the most of his having the same name as the great Brutus who overthrew the Tarquins, they scattered broadcast many pamphlets, declaring that he was not truly that man's descendant; for the older Brutus had put to death both his sons, the only ones he had, when they were mere lads, and left no offspring whatever. 2 Nevertheless, the majority pretended to accept such a relationship, in order that Brutus, as a kinsman of that famous man, might be induced to perform deeds as great. They kept continually calling upon him, shouting out "Brutus, Brutus!" and adding further "We need a Brutus." 3 Finally on the statue of the early Brutus they wrote "Would that thou wert living!" and upon the tribunal of the living Brutus (for he was praetor at the time and this is the name given to the seat on which the praetor sits in judgment) "Brutus, thou sleepest," and "Thou art not Brutus."

Cassius Dio

Brutus knew. Cassius knew. Caesar knew. You can’t escape your legacy when you’re the one who stamped it on coins.

Caesar turned Brutus into the dagger that would cut, and Brutus himself isn’t free from this injury. It’s a mutual betrayal, a mutual dooming.

By this time Caesar found himself being attacked from every side, and as he glanced around to see if he could force a way through his attackers, he saw Brutus closing in upon him with his dagger drawn. At this he let go of Casca’s hand which he had seized, muffled up his head in his robe, and yielded up his body to his murderers’ blows. Then the conspirators flung themselves upon him with such a frenzy of violence, as they hacked away with their daggers, that they even wounded one another. Brutus received a stab in the hand as he tried to play his part in the slaughter, and every one of them was drenched in blood.

Plutarch

For Antony, Caesar is a bad sign.

Brutus and Antony are fucked over by the generation they were born in, etc etc the cannibalization of Rome on itself, the Third Servile War was the match to the gasoline already on the streets of Rome, the last generation of Romans etc etc etc. They are counterparts to each other, displaced representatives of a time already gone by the time they were alive.

Rome spends its years in a state of civil war after civil war, political upheaval, and death. Neither Brutus or Antony will ever really know stability, as instability is hallmark of the times. Both of them are at something of a disadvantage, although Brutus has what Antony does not, and what Brutus has is what let’s him create his own career. Until Caesar, Brutus is owned by no one.

This is not the case for Antony.

You can track Antony’s life by who he’s attached to. Very rarely is he ever truly a man unto himself, there is always someone nearby.

In his youth, it is said, Antony gave promise of a brilliant future, but then he became a close friend of Curio and this association seems to have fallen like a blight upon his career. Curio was a man who had become wholly enslaved to the demands of pleasure, and in order to make Antony more pliable to his will, he plunged him into a life of drinking bouts, love-affairs, and reckless spending. The consequence was that Antony quickly ran up debts of an enormous size for so young a man, the sum involved being two hundred and fifty talents. Curio provided security for the whole of this amount, but his father heard of it and forbade Antony his house. Antony then attached himself for a short while to Clodius, the most notorious of all the demagogues of his time for his lawlessness and loose-living, and took part in the campaigns of violence which at that time were throwing political affairs at Rome into chaos.

Plutarch

(although, in contrast to Brutus, we rarely lose sight of Antony. As a person, we can see him with a kind of clarity, if one looks a little bit past the Augustan propaganda. He is, at all times, human.)

Antony being figuratively or literally attached to a person starts early, and continues politically. While Brutus has enough privilege to brute force his way into politics despite Cicero’s lamentation of a promising life being thrown off course, Antony will instead follow a different career path that echoes in his personal life and defines his relationships.

Whereas some young men often attached or indebted themselves to a patron or a military leader at the beginning of their political lives,

Kathryn Tempest, Brutus the Noble Conspirator

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3. During his stay in Greece he was invited by Gabinius, a man of consular rank, to accompany the Roman force which was about to sail for Syria. Antony declined to join him in a private capacity, but when he was offered the command of the cavalry he agreed to serve in the campaign.

Plutarch

To take it a step further, it even defines how he’s perceived today looking back: it’s never just Antony, it’s always Antony and---

It can be read as someone being taken advantage of, in places, survival in others, especially in Antony's early life. Other times, it appears like Antony himself is the one who manipulates things to his favor, casting aside people and realigning himself back to an advantage.

or when he saw an opportunity for faster advancement, he was willing to place the blame on a convenient scapegoat or to disregard previous loyalties, however important they had been. His desertion of Fulvia's memory in 40, and, much later, of Lepidus, Sextus Pompey, and Octavia, produced significant political gains. This characteristic, which Caesar discovered to his cost in 47, gives the sharp edge to Antony's personality which Syme's portrait lacks, especially when he attributes Antony's actions to a 'sentiment of loyalty' or describes him as a 'frank and chivalrous soldier'. In this context, one wonders what became of Fadia.19

Kathryn E Welch , Antony, Fulvia, and the Ghost of Clodius in 47 B.C.

Caesar inherits Antony, and like Brutus, locks him in for a doomed ending.

The way Caesar writes about Antony smacks of someone viewing another person as something more akin to a dog, and it carries over until it’s bitter conclusion.

Caesar benefits from Antony immensely. The people love Antony, the military loves Antony. He’s charming, he’s self aware, he’s good at what he does. Above all of that, he has political ambitions of a similar passion as Brutus.

Antony drew some political benefit from his genial personality. Even Cicero, who from at least 49 did not like him,15 was prepared to regard some of his earlier misdemeanours as harmless.16 Bluff good humour, moderate intelligence, at least a passing interest in literature, and an ability to be the life and soul of a social gathering all contributed to make him a charming companion and to bind many important people to him. He had a lieutenant's ability to follow orders and a willingness to listen to advice, even (one might say especially) from intelligent women.17 These attributes made Antony able to handle some situations very well."1

There was a more important side to his personality, however, which contributed to his political survival. Antony was ruthless in his quest for pre-eminence

Kathryn E Welch , Antony, Fulvia, and the Ghost of Clodius in 477 B.C.

None of this matters, because after all Antony does for Caesar

Plutarch's comment that Curio brought Antony into Caesar's camp is surely mistaken.59 Anthony had been serving as Caesar's officer from perhaps as early as 53, after his return from Syria.60 He is described as legatus in late 52,61 and was later well known as Caesar's quaestor.62 It is more likely that the reverse of the statement is true, that Antony assisted in bringing Curio over to Caesar. If this were so, then he performed a signal service for Caesar, for gaining Curio meant attaching Fulvia, who provided direct access to the Clodian clientela in the city. Such valuable political connections served to increase Antony's standing with Caesar, and to set him apart from other officers in his army.63

Kathryn E Welch , Antony, Fulvia, and the Ghost of Clodius in 477 B.C.

Caesar still, for whatever reasons, fucks over Antony spectacularly with the will. Loyalty is repaid with dismissal, and it will bury the Republic for good.

It’s not enough for Caesar to screw him over just once, it becomes generational and ugly. Caesar lives on through Octavian: it becomes Octavian’s brand, his motif, propaganda wielded like a knife. Octavian, thanks to Caesar, will bring Antony to his bitter conclusion

And for my "bitter" conclusion, I’ll sign off by saying that there are actual scholars on Antony who are more well versed than I am who can go into depth about the Caesar-Octavian-Antony dynamic (and how it played out with Caligula) better than I can, and scholarship on Brutus consists mostly of looking at an outline of a man and trying to guess what the inside was like.

At the end of the day, Caesar was the instigator, active manipulator, and catalyst for the final act of the Republic.

I hope that this was at least entertaining to read!

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congrats on 400 followers 😊😊🤗 I would love to read geraskier + #1 from the cliché prompts. Idk if you did it already at some point but I'm a sucker for that trope 😁

thank you so much dear and thanks for the prompt too!! admittedly i haven't written this trope before although i have read it a hundred times so you can imagine my excitement! hope you enjoy 💞

1. There’s people chasing us and I pulled you into the alley with me and wow you’re close

"Idiot. Fucking idiot."

Geralt's words came out of his mouth surprisingly calm. That was, considering the fact they had been running for four minutes without stop in an attempt to escape what Geralt was pretty sure were the five brothers and father of the charming young maid Jaskier was wooing in the tavern last night. He realised, a bit late, that it had been more than wooing eventually.

Now Jaskier was running beside him, his feet moving faster than his mind managed to order, breath short. "It's the tenth fucking time you say it, Geralt!" He was panting, voice barely heard. "The tenth fucking time and I have fully grasped the fact that I'm an idiot by now."

"Shut up," Geralt grunted, less because he wanted him to shut up and more because he knew that if Jaskier kept talking, he wouldn't be able to run for much longer. And, alas, it would be nice to reach the forest where they could at least hide easily. But no. It had to be Novigrad. It fucking had.

He didn't have time to even get Roach from the stables.

He huffed, starting to feel drained of breath and desperately looked around in hopes to see something more than people looking at them as if they were dragons. And, thank the gods, he saw what he hoped for.

"Here!" He grasped Jaskier's hand and basically dragged him, as the bard's feet stopped functioning the moment they changed their route. Geralt shoved him forwards into an alley and pulled a cart on the front, stepping back to find himself chest to chest with a dishevelled and flushed Jaskier. And realized.

The alley was too narrow. Of course it was.

Jaskier leaned on him in an attempt to catch his breath, lips upturned to a heady smile that after some seconds became a breathy laugh, and Geralt shook his head. "Very funny, well done. Now silence until they go away."

After all, he should be the one to remain logical in that case. However, Jaskier's hands on his chest, his hair tingling his nose, smelling of lavender and sweat, his eyes looking at him with a drunk glint although he'd been perfectly sober before, were most definitely not contibuting to his hopeless attempts. Jaskier snorted and raised an eyebrow. "They'd better take their time."

Even if Geralt was just a bit collected before, now it was gone. With no intention to come back soon. He was so close to Jaskier that their noses were almost brushing and Jaskier didn't seem quite eager to maintain the distance. He was warm. Of course he was, they had been running, the problem was not exactly that. It was the light pressure he felt in his pants and the way Jaskier's eyebrows furrowed for a moment, just to raise all the same, yet the smirk Geralt saw playing on his lips didn't eventually form. At least, he was discreet.

But he saw it. He saw every little detail of Jaskier's lips and oh, they were too close, too close, and Jaskier was looking at him with eyes wide and questioning, still, he couldn't avert his look from his lips and the tongue that had just wet them. He swallowed. Shifted a bit in his place, only to feel the press in his pants harder and snorted, glancing at the street in hope that their pursuers had left, trying to remain calm. The pressure would go away. It had to. He felt Jaskier's chest rising against his own. "Geralt."

He had to turn his head. He knew what would happen if he did. He did it all the same.

Jaskier's eyes were shining blue in the shade of the alley and a smile was on his lips, faint but soft and Geralt thought, it can't be, that look flooding with love, it can't just be him. But what if it was?

Jaskier tilted his head, whispered. "Am I reading this wrong?"

Geralt would answer. He really would, and the answer would be carved right on Jaskier's lips. But then they heard a voice. "They're gone, lads."

They turned at the man calling them, and if Geralt discerned a shade of disappointment in the bard's eyes, he tried not to think of it.

Later, when they were walking out of the city, barely having exchanged a word, Geralt looked at him. Strumming his lute, murmuring as if afraid to be louder. He sighed silently. "Jaskier."

Jaskier turned at him and Geralt found himself unable to utter more words. He just stood there, gazing at him, lips parted in a failed attempt to speak.

Yet whatever Jaskier saw in his eyes at that moment, it made him smile and take his hand. And Geralt knew he was not reading this wrong either.

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