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closed starter for @ofecho3s, with arun & troye ♡
HE KNOWS HIS FATHER'S RAGE; has stood on the receiving end of it more times than he can count; sees it in the mirror staring back at him on days that are particularly bad. troye has become an expert at outrunning the ghosts that chase him, but this is one he cannot shake, especially not when he's back to living with it. he is no longer his father's favorite punching bag though. he finds the other out on the balcony, the one part of the house charles won't venture when he's drunk and angry. troye isn't sure what drives him to be here: the urge to confirm that he's no longer the only person in this house to know what it's like to feel a fist that can cradle and hurt, or the urge to lick similar wounds. either way he hands sunny an ice packet quietly, averting his gaze from the way red is blooming on the other's cheek. « does he do this often ? »
it's not the first time it's happened. it's not even the first contract where it's happened. arun was used to pain and had come to expect it as part of his life. what never got easier was the shame at having to just take it. to stand still and anticipate each blow , even when the human instinct was the run. once charles had passed out on the bed he noiselessly moved through the house until he felt like he could breathe. the air on the balcony felt cool against his skin and he slid down the wall until he was sitting down on the cold concrete. he didn't react when troye appeared next to him. the only thing that changed was the slight pang of surprise with he was handed an ice pack without a word. it didn't take a genius to figure out that his companion had been in this situation before charles had found an easier target. "does it matter ?" it sounded bitter and childish , even to his own ears. still , he accepted the ice pack from troye and pressed it against his cheek. "all i'm good for , after all."
his first, knee - jerk thought was ; why hasn’t aleks killed that fucker yet ? immediately, though, eddie’s own mind shocked him — despite being mr andersen’s right - hand man he was not the violent sort, instead lending intelligence and calm to a leader who could sometimes make rash decisions in order to protect the twins. his second thought was that he needed to call his boss, to get jasper on the phone, to hear their high - pitched and off - putting cadence soothe ‘ mawwen ’ over the line. that was the balm that solved anything, the presence of maren’s brother. after all, they were twins. “it’s okay,” eddie breathed, running his fingers through the pale yellow strands of her hair. he was quiet, listening to the words that broke through the sobs, piecing together the story with the fragments of his girlfriend’s speech. it was gentle, his movements as he pulled away just enough to tenderly take hold of maren’s wrist, twisting it in his hold, surveying the little purpling marks on her pale skin. four distinct presses. fingerprints. “of course that’s okay. that’s more than okay. sometimes … ” he thought of aleks, then, when he needed to teach jasper a lesson that they might not have already known. “ … sometimes it is okay to hit someone if they are going to hurt you even more. to protect yourself. it’s only bad when you do it unprovoked. does that make sense ? ”
all her life maren had been made to believe that she was wrong. the finch twins were different , lonely and odd creatures. all they’d had to rely on were each other , which had led to a different kind of life. maren wouldn’t trade it for the world , but when she’d seen how much jasper had grown under aleks’ love she couldn’t help but feel like something was missing in her life. all the time she’d spent protecting jasper from their father , bullies at school , random people on the street … everything. it had all felt so small compared to the confidence aleks had brought out of them. and the gentle words he used for maren when she’d been skittish as a cornered animal had helped her trust outsiders again. all of that had helped her understand that what she had with eddie was safe and loving. not in the same way jasper and aleks shared love. but a love she needed. eddie’s hands on her face brought her such immense comfort that maren crumbled completely. she threw her arms around his waist , pulled herself close and buried herself in the safety of his scent. everything felt like it was too much. too much , too big , too hard. there was a faint mumbling , eddie giving her reassurances she didn’t know she needed. the gentle way he moved her hand , inspecting it with such sadness in his eyes. maren pulled back , watching with wide eyes as he spoke promises she was prepared to believe. “i protected myself ,” came the whispered reply. it was wobbly and uncertain. “right ? i wasn’t doing anything bad. i was good.”
"i told you already, i didn't lose it!" he huffed out, tossing a glare at alan over his shoulder. they needed to be strategic about how much of their holy water supply they used up because it wasn't exactly easy to get the stuff in the quantities they usually needed. edgar waded his way through the obstacles in their living room until he plopped himself in front of the old computer, whirring back to life as alan commented on building an organized system. he snorted loudly in amusement at the idea, tossing his sibling a look that said yeah right. they didn't have time for that nonsense. as alan came to read over his shoulder, edgar tapped on the screen pointing out to the several messages they'd been receiving regarding strange occurrences out in luna bay. "hard to say — it's lots of strange missing persons cases right now. not as many as we had a few years back, but ... enough to raise my eyebrows," he leaned back, tossing one arm over the back of the chair. "our reputation precedes us."
alan hit her brother over the head before leaning down to peek over his shoulder. "if people going missing we need to get over there asap. every second is a potential other life snatched from the living." alan felt the familiar hum in her veins , the one that told him life was about to get interesting. every time a new case popped up it felt as if the world was bringing them a gift. the brothers had gotten somewhat of a steady income from their family business and it felt as if she finally got to live the life they'd always dreamt of. "of course it does. we're fucking heroes." he let out a small hum as she skimmed through the emails , seeing pleas for help in finding their family members. it was hard to think of the fact that most of them would probably end up with more questions than answers. "we're going , aren't we ?"
« TOUCHE. BE GRACIOUS AND give me time, a lot of it, » she pleads dramatically, leaning back in her seat, content as ever. life comes fast, and it never turns out the way anyone intends it to — tobi swallowed that bitter pill at a young age and has come to terms that living slowly and soaking up every little win may be the only way to stay sane. « i'm sorry, » she offers quietly, hand shooting out to rest on his arm. fern has, as long as tobi has known her, always had a tough shell — the human equivalent of a clenched fist. it's no fault of sage's. she knows the stories of their childhood, knows they all did the best with what they were given. « don't be so hard on yourself, babe, » she urges, gazing at him. « fern is young. she'll come around. when it comes to you and lily. »
as much as sage appreciated the easy going nature of their relationship , it felt nice to know that he had someone who would listen by his side. tobi made things make sense in his life — even though he was twenty six year old drop out working at a roller rink. with her it didn't seem so bad. "i hope she will ," he replied quietly , wondering if the day would ever come. fern had every right to feel betrayed , but sage wished that there was some way he could reach through the hard exterior to make her understand that he would've died staying in that house. it was selfish and unfair to his siblings , but it was the first thing sage had done for himself his entire life. "i'm sorry. i'm bringing down the mood."
LOVING IS SO SIMPLE. aphrodite had it right all along, though hestia never doubted her for a second. they all serve a purpose here, all creating a balance that's existed for decades, but hestia can't help but think that if there is one thing the world will never have enough of it is love. warmth, a home, a sense of community and purpose. she's always had that here; and hermes provides the love. she loves him right back. « if only i had that power, » she teases. gaze stays on the item in her hand, feeling it with gentle fingers. « i love it, » she confirms, placing a quick peck against his cheek before propping the keychain up on the shelf above her bed, already adorned with trinkets from his many visits to the human realm. when nights are long and lonely, it helps to know that he's always returning home to her. « well, let me at least prepare a feast, » she chirps happily, shooting up from her spot to pad towards the kitchen which is of little use to her except for experimenting. « i've tried every dish in that cookbook you got me from italy and i think i can make something you'll love. »
the quick kiss was over too fast. hermes tried to follow the motion with his head , but hestia was already pushing herself off the bed and moving toward the kitchen. hermes trotted after , a lost puppy without her near , and lit up at the mention of the gift he’d brought her at a different point in time. the gifts were one of the few things he could do to show her that he was thinking of her. always thinking of her. every step he took on earth was with her in mind. hermes pulled her close , not caring if it’s bold or unbecoming. all he needed in that moment was his hestia safe in his arms. “you’ve been keeping secrets ,” he told her , kissing her forehead with all the gentleness still left in his body. “you mean to tell me that you actually use all the gifts i bring you ? i need to put more thought into them , then.” the thought left him giddy , and he spun her around in a wide circle before setting her down once more. “pasta carbonara ? i’ll be your trusted servant.”
it was a level of intimacy that their partnership had never known before. such quick meetings meant that, often, they were not even able to remove all of their clothing before they enjoyed the comfort of one another’s bodies. this was slow, and steffon felt as though this nakedness was a new and foreign sort. before there was at least the armor of his uncleanliness. as the water grew murky around them, steffon became aware of just how raw he was becoming ; as bare, as innocent, as he had been on his first nameday, a child born into a filth that would never leave him. “i suppose they could have used less … terrifying means.” maybe he wouldn’t have been so fearful of a tub full of water if the servants had not wrestled him in, held him under. only when the grime sluiced away from steffon’s body was it clear just how damaged their vessel was. since washing up upon the shores of greenstone he had not known pain, not wanted for anything ( despite his urge to hoard beyond his needs ), had not felt the empty gripe of a screaming belly. it had not been the case for the first ten years of their life. every scrap and mouthful needed to be won, fought for ; his alabaster skin bore the marks of such battles. all in one moment, it became clear why their pockets were always stuffed to the point of overflow with nuts, candied fruits, cured meats … foods that would sustain them, and that would keep no matter the weather.
water was almost black. steffon rested their head in the gap between their knees, focusing on the sweet words of his lover in the hope of drowning out the sloshing sounds. it was gradual, but their trembling slowly ceased — he expected that his fingers being so tightly balled into fists that his nails left little crescent - moon marks had something to do with it. “i do not know much about any customs. about any gods,” he almost whispered. in that moment, steffon estermont was nothing more than a scared little boy. “i did not answer to any god in flea bottom. i do not answer to any god now. but i suppose, to become your husband, i must drown too.” his second drowning. they could still feel the first in their nostrils whenever they closed their eyes, heard the roaring sounds of violent waves whenever the world went quiet around them. “it seems unfair, doesn’t it ? that in order for our love to count for something, we must look fear in the whites of its eyes.” but he would do it in a heartbeat. it was then that steffon realised what they had said, the words that had left their lips. despite his insistence that him and ronan wed, neither had spoken the word love. now there it was, out in the open, floating like a stray twig or leaf that had fallen into the tub from his detritis - filled hair. they curled further into themself. “they will accept me, then, if i am drowned ? ”
it felt strange , to have time. time to talk , time to breathe and time to feel. everything could be put out in the open — yet ronan felt it difficult to do so. steffon had always been so blunt that it seemed second nature for them. in his life , ronan had been taught to do the opposite. “they should have , yes ,” ronan breathed , half wondering if he could find their septas and have them meet an untimely , but well deserved , death. who , who tell the world they follow the words of gods , would treat a traumatised child with deeper trauma and more misunderstood fears. “i will never hold you down , sweet liege , and there are no septas here to drag you kicking and screaming into the deep.” the drowned god would come for everyone who had hurt him , though. the longer time spent in the water , the clearer steffon’s skin became. his skin had this pinkish hue to it , and when the layers of grime washed away they looked almost like a child. the round eyes and pointed features only exaggerated how innocent they looked , and , if it hadn’t been for the glint in steffon’s eyes , ronan was sure he would’ve been fooled into believing that innocence. ronan called for his servants to change the water , but it still turned a murky brown as he kept scrubbing at steffon’s skin. somewhere along the line steffon’s breathing had eased into a soft , almost relaxed , hum. ronan thought back to his first few times after his first drowning. he had clenched his hands around the edges of the bath , water only up to his waist and so hot it was almost scalding. anything to keep the terror at bay. steffon would feel it easier , with time. ronan would help him. ronan’s heart felt as if it had stopped beating in his chest , and the water splashed over the edge of the bath in his haste to cradle steffon’s face in his hands. “you will never have to do what i did ,” he vowed , eyes burning so intently that they were almost filled with tears. but he needed steffon to see. “i did what i thought was necessary to survive. to make my men see me as anything but weak.” he pressed a kiss against steffon’s , now clean , forehead. for a moment ronan felt the drowned men's hands holding him down until he felt all life leave his lungs. he still felt slightly sick to his stomach at the thought of losing sight of steffon to the waves. ronan couldn’t let that happen. “the iron islands will accept you because i have accepted you. because i lo—” the word got caught in his throat , but he pushed forward. his lips marked steffon’s before he took another shaky breath. “my love will protect you , steffon. the only thing you’ll ever drown in is the pleasure i’ll make you feel.” one more kiss. one more shaky breath. “this i vow to you steffon , liege of estermont.”
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“my dad will see straight through that,” despite best efforts, it always seemed as though his father looked straight into teddy’s head and plucked the lies straight out of it. he had inherited his mother’s terrible poker face, that much was for sure. “and your dad will see through it even worse. i’m meant to be at the haunt tonight. i’m the only one on shift, and i can’t get ronan to cover for me again.” he scraped his bowl clean of the strange dinner concoction — vegetables blended into a red mix — before pushing the dish away, resting his chin in the soft palm of his hand. “why would i be studying, anyway ? ” teddy wasn’t at college yet, wasn’t sure if he would ever go. his father had enough money to keep him afloat for the rest of his life, and what would happen if he left his mum alone back at home ? the young shifter had much more important things to worry about.
" ugh !" eden threw herself back onto teddy's bed , annoyed that her plan wasn't coming together like she'd hoped it would. "they're like , the oldest people in the universe. why would it matter to them if you snuck out for a few hours ?" eden looked up at her best friend again , took in this whole weird … everything , and decided to pivot in another direction. "so , i have to go alone ? last time i nearly turned that demon to stone. he was way too handsy." truth be told , eden just wanted an excuse to have teddy by her side. life was just more fun when he was there , even when he just nervously tried to keep eden out of trouble. the sugary taste played on her tongue , and she bit down on the lollipop to while she considered her options. "you sure you can't come with me ?"
It would be so much easier to go through life being ice. Like, just pure and crystallized, no feeling. Yeah, but I mean, you already seem a little icy, to be honest. I wish. I want to be, like, truly do not give a fuck at all. Like, ice queen, impenetrable. Just be absolute zero.
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𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆 .ᐟ @ofecho3s requested a closed starter.
the starks were in good graces with the celtigars, and it was why loras seemed inescapable. throughout the recent war he had proven himself as somewhat of an unshakable advisor ; the fact was not lost on lord rolland, who seemed to extend invitation to the far north at any opportunity. it was why he was there at yet another noble gathering at claw isle, but he was not summoned for the festivities — it was his lady wife he was more interested in, wherever she was. loras saw her through the clamour of guests. he moved through the crowd in all his cold weather finery, bowing, extending his hand. “lady celtigar. a dance ? ”
roslin had gotten used to her new name , even though she wished it had remained the same as the one she'd been given at birth. it had been drilled into her until she reacted to it with ease. her husband had called for a new victorious feast , celebrating their daughter's second nameday. laena was excitedly sitting at the head table , preening at the attention she was given. it was easy for roslin to fade into the background. she was not the one being celebrated. which brought her back to her name. it hadn't been spoken for quite sometime. but when it was in that familiar , warm tone , roslin looked up with a small , hopeful smile. "lord stark. i wasn't sure you would be here this evening." she curtsied before placing her hand in his. "i'd be delighted."
HE MOVES LIKE A GHOST around them, unsure of how to take up space when he feels intrinsically uncomfortable in all of them. he still has to remind himself that they both want this, that this isn't only in his head anymore. he's safe here, with them. his heart is in good hands. « and i will stop at nothing until you can quote it as well, » he jests, absentmindedly moving closer until their shoulders are touching, the light pressure of it enough to calm the anxiety that always flutters in his chest. he's unable to keep his gaze on the screen for long before it drifts back to lily, admiring features he's seen so many times before and yet he never stops to be in awe of them. « yeah. amazing, » he repeats in confirmation, though he's no longer talking about the movie. he glances down at their free hand, gathering enough momentary courage to braid his own fingers with theirs.
the movie is such a sweet and understated form of comfort that lily could feel their whole body relaxing against caleb’s. it still felt slightly wrong to want something , but lily kept reminding themself that their wants were valid and real. even though their grandparents had spent the better part of their , and their siblings , lives trying to diminish them until they all were pale copies of themselves. “you picked the movie ,” lily chastised him gently , urging him to keep his eyes on the tv screen. “and i know quotes from it. ‘where is your grandpa right now ? in the trunk of our car’. see ?” their breath hitched slightly when they felt caleb’s hand gently intertwine with their own , and without hesitation they returned the favour. the ice cream was no doubt melting in lily’s hands , but they couldn’t bring themself to move. not now that they were in this delicate limbo in between worlds where the slightest action could change everything.
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jasper had been right when they had announced to their husband that, as the boss, he could do whatever he wanted with boring meetings. aleks was the head of the operation, top dog, the leader — it was the duty of his subordinates to offer their unwavering attention and enthusiasm to whatever was presented to them. the first thing on the agenda for the day ? watching jasper present their art, painstakingly offering up every full - colour piece of paper that had been worked upon during the dull first half. “for the fox ... ” jasper hummed and picked up a handful of pens, pressing them far too close to the camera so that the pigments were only blurs. “orange. and white. and black. i also use brown for the shading.” it may have seemed trivial, but his sheer presence at aleks's workplace was already endlessly healing for the two of them ; reassurance that aleks was safe, the lightness and joy that jasper seemed to bring in abundance. the pens were then proudly shown to the members of his husband's team that were sat around the large boardroom table. the excitement was met with plenty of kind nods, encouraging words, noises of interest — whether or not they were genuine or under duress, jasper couldn't quite tell. “i'm probably the best in the world at drawing foxes.”
it might’ve seemed like he was putting jasper in unnecessary danger by bringing him right into the middle of aleks’s work. aleks certainly felt so at one point. but now he’d come to realise that the secrecy made it all worse. besides , jasper wasn’t something you hid away like some shameful secret. aleks loved all of them and had never been embarrassed to show it. the only reason for his hesitance was how easy it would’ve been for jasper to get hurt if the world had put a face to the name aleks said with such softness. “shading as well ?” aleks didn’t have to hide the impressed tone in his voice. jasper had not had much chance to be a kid in his life , with little to no practice with their motor skills. to get talents like shading was a great development. “that’s why it looks so real ? very impressive , sweetheart.” he hid a snicker at his men feigning interest for their own good. frankly , aleks couldn’t care less what they thought. all he needed was their respect and obedience. “you’re definitely the best ! both at foxes and lions.” he ruffled jasper’s hair fondly , before turning to his men. “the timeline for this meeting will be slightly different. i’d also like to keep our tone civil , or you’ll be asked to leave.”
closed starter for @ofecho3s, with poseidon & amphitrite ♡
IT IS STILL BEAUTIFUL HERE, she finds that she has to remind herself. even when she spends much time alone in this beach house, even when the challenges she's being served at her mundane job seem too great even for a goddess no one any longer believes in, existence can still be beautiful. she enters her home after a long day, skin sun - kissed from hours spent by the dock, and notices the shift in the air immediately even before she sees him. sometimes, long stretches of time passes between when they see each other — he is needed elsewhere, and she makes herself needed here. « you are home, » she notes, finding him in the kitchen. stoic, exhausted features bloom into a smile at the familiar sight of her husband. « good. it's good to see you. » she crosses the distance between them, melting against his chest immediately.
the house laid cosy on the edge of the water , a bridge between him and his wife where they could meet for a moment of peace. it wasn’t a perfect solution , but who had promised them perfection ? in the end , poseidon was happy that they had a life to share with each other. though he wouldn’t deny that the vast oceans got lonely without amphitrite by his side. maybe that’s why it was so easy to leave it all behind every time he had the chance. this time he arrives in early morning , but his wife has already vacated the house to tend to her work. poseidon spent a few hours getting reacquainted with every room , waiting for his wife to come home. when she does , food is ready on the stove , the least he can do after being away for so long. “i missed you ,” he said in greeting , wrapping his arms around her without question. “it’s been too long.” that was an uncomfortable truth in all this. he had duties to attend that were impossible to ignore. “you’re as beautiful as ever.”
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