#salena

[ferns-n-fables]

Helping Hand

Fairy Tail comm for @nocturnal-birdie! I especially loved trying to translate Laxus into my style lol. Thanks for the comm! 💕

[nine-one-wanton]

Sal/Athena “Don’t ask questions just get over here right away.”

“Don’t ask questions just get over here right away.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sal said with a grin before ending the call.

He hadn’t heard from Athena since just after Nash had passed.

That had been months ago.

Shit.

Had it been a year?

He hoped something tragic hadn’t happened to her again that had her needing the kind of remedy that he had to offer..

He didn’t mind at all being on standby has her.. sexual healing.

But the woman had been through enough already!

Assuming he knew what she wanted, he took the time to brush his teeth, shave, grab a quick shower.

He debated jerking off in the shower before going over, but decided he felt like staying hungry. So he could dive right in when he got there.

He took one last look in the mirror affirming that, Yeah, I’d fuck me.

He checked his phone to see that she’d texted her new address, and headed out.

She opened the door slowly, openly looking him up and down.

As he’d assessed, he looked damn good.

And so did she.

“Responding to a request for backup from the Los Angeles Pussy Department.”

Athena rolled her eyes, but stepped aside. “I can’t believe I’m still letting you in after that..”

Sal smiled as he walked in, taking note of the way that she inhaled as he walked by - breathing in his scent.

But instead of having her rockin’ bod being spread out for him, he saw.. instructions splayed out on the floor like an atlas from a 90s roadtrip. Screws, bolts, shitty tools.

“Athena.. Did you call me over for a different type of screw?”

She cleared her throat before explaining. “If I continue trying to put this bed together by myself, I’m going to wind up sleeping on the damn floor. And my ass is too old for that mess.”

“Your ass ain’t too old for anything in my experience,” Sal told her.

“While I appreciate that, what I would *really* appreciate is being able to get this thing together before bedtime.”

“You usually call me over to take you apart, not put bullshit together.”

“You help me build this bed, and I’ll let you fuck me on it. How bout that?”

Sal smirked. “Don’t you have two grown ass kids, and the entire 118 at your beck and call?”

She sighed heavily. “I’m trying to give the impression that I’m.. self-sufficient.”

“Nobody is, gorgeous.”

She huffed. “I know that, Deluca. But. I just don’t feel like being needy right now.”

Sal could’ve asked her why she didn’t mind feeling needy around him. But he already knew the answer to that. Their entire relationship - if you could call it that - was built around the foregone conclusion that they were needy as fuck.

Needy for affirmations, approval, attention, orgasms..

They both knew, accepted, and loved it.

It just hadn’t ever manifested in.. household chores?

“I was doing just fine,” she said, sounding frustrated. “But it’s just taking too long on my own.”

“If you’d told me, I could have brought my own tools at least.”

“You think your tools are better than Bobby’s?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“I’m not touching that one,” Sal muttered. “You got his tools I can use?”

She left to retrieve them, and they got to work.

(READ MORE ON AO3!)

Also going to go ahead and consider this my contribution in response to things I’ve recently-ish been tagged in 💜 thank you @typicalopposite @trombonechurchill @thecarrott @cliophilyra @chimneyschewinggum @bangpop91

Sal courtesy 🏷️: @fenrirscarsback @letsdosciencetoit

[haveyouseenthismusicvideo]

Who The Hell Is Edgar? by Teya & Salena: Have you seen this music video?

Yes, I have

No, but I've heard the song

Never heard that song

Voting ended onJun 7

Themed Sunday: Crossdressing!

[smimon]

Btw it's been one year since my first Käärijä gig woohoo what a year it's been

See you in two months, party guy

[gimmethatgg]

Why is everyone so unhinged this year 🤣😭

[glorious-blackout]

I love them your honour 😭💚

[wednesdayday]

oh🥹

[judymarch15]

I am instantly obsessed with all of these. But please tell me something about:

Boring Millennial (Buck/Tommy) - because this sounds like my autobiography, and nothing appeals to me quite like me 🙏

AND/OR

The Salena one! Bc you know they are special to me 💜

— @nine-one-wanton

Tagging @herrmannhalsteadproduction because she also asked about Salena. I will be honest, nothing can top your Salena fics so I hope I do them justice.

The premise is this: Athena joins a book club (reluctantly) that's also a sort of grief support group. She happens to sit next to a handsome blue eyed fella full of snark - our beloved Sal Deluca. (In this scenario, I don't suppose he'd be with the LAFD anymore/wouldn't know about Bobby. I haven't fully work that out yet). They ditch the book club to grab coffee. Where does it go from there? So far unwritten, but I think you can guess. 😉

And here's a little excerpt for funsies!

“So, who did you lose?” Sal asked without preamble, sipping casually from his coffee cup.  “Husband,” Athena answered, unbothered by the bluntness of the question. It was actually refreshing.  “Wife,” Sal offered before Athena had to ask. “Drunk driver.” “Sudden illness,” Athena said. It was easier than trying to explain it all.  “My condolences,” Sal said.  “Likewise,” she said, leaning forward with interest. “Doesn’t seem like you enjoy the book club. Why do you go?” “Easy place to meet available women,” Sal winked at her.  Athena laughed. Genuinely laughed. People were so careful with her anymore. It was wonderful to meet someone who didn’t bother.  “And how has that worked out?” “We’ll see,” he grinned over the top of his cup.