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[torisebasthian]

Hi everyone! (If you ever find my blog) ✨

I made this little blog to share my thoughts and share it to you. I was on a bad place around 2020 and I ran into Noah’s stream and suddenly Bad Omens became part of me, their music wiped out the dark thoughts from my head and I’ve been writing a lot of fragments of fan fiction and yeah being in my mid 20’s it’s kinda hard for me to share it but today I though “Why the f- not”.

[torisebasthian]

Noah Sebastian x You ||Hades & Persephone — Modern AU||

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Coincidences

Warnings: Mild cursing||language.

She expected to forget him. Not immediately, of course. The mysterious dark-haired stranger from the bookstore was attractive, funny, and oddly easy to talk to. It was normal for him to linger in her thoughts for a day or two. The problem was that a day or two passed but everytime she heard a song she study the voice of the singer and discover if it was him. But no… it was getting ridiculous. . Then a week. And you still found yourself thinking about him. “Music guy.” You didn’t even know his last name or if he was a modern country musician, perheps just a music tech with a lot of personality. Three days after the bookstore, you were at your favorite coffee shop. A small place filled with plants and mismatched furniture. The kind of place that encouraged people to stay for hours. You was waiting for her drink when she noticed someone sitting alone by the window, black hoodie, headphones on dark hair. A sketchbook open on the table. You heart skipped. —No way.— For a moment you wondered if you should say hello. Then immediately felt ridiculous. What if he didn’t remember you? What if you imagined the whole connection? Before she could decide, the barista called her name. You turnen, grab your drink, decisive to talk to him. And by the time you looked back— The seat was empty “Gone.” Like you imagined him. You felt a little disappointed, but he was someone famous, probably he was hiding from the crazy fans. Were you a crazy fan? No, you haven’t heard his music… Now how you can find him… you wanted to talk to him, know him… but famous people hide more than they want to. All you had now was a memory, lucky you.

~~~~~~~~ Later that evening, Noah sat in the studio trying—and failing—to focus. A producer was explaining something about a track. Noah nodded occasionally just pretending to listen but, l his thoughts kept drifting. Back to the bookstore. Back to the girl sitting on the floor surrounded by gardening books. Back to the way she’d smiled. It was annoying. He didn’t get distracted like this. Especially not by strangers and the headaches, was the worst part. Since he landed on Nashville he had this mugrianes and they were more and more unbearable.

“You okay?“ Noah blinked. “Hm?”

“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said.“ The producer sighed. “You’re somewhere else.”

Noah leaned back in his chair. Unfortunately, the producer was right. “I’m okay man, just this headaches. Probably the jet lag from Europe is hitting late.” Both man laughed. “You should go and check it out, after all it’s been a while since you had a full medical checkup.” Noah shrugged his shoulders then rub the back of his head. “Yeah, should book an appointment when I get back to L.A.”

Noah shut his eyes for a moment the headphones rest on his neck and sighed, then the pitch black veil from his eyelids turned into an image, distortioned silhoute of a woman in sorrow bend on her knees. He opened his eyes his breath quicklly raise as his heartbeat. Was he seeing things now? Was he dreaming?

“Noah? You okay?” The producer placed his hand over his shoulder.

“Told ya man. It’s the jet lag… “

The producer gave him a gentle squeeze over his shoulder and Noah nodded in reassurance. The producer move on the panel and continue talking, Noah tried his best to ignore what just happened, but the damn headaches were not helping.

Back at the rental airbnb he found himself alone, Jolly and Bryan had headed to a local bar leaving him a note. He took a picture of the note and send it to the group chat with a caption added. “It’s the 90’s or wtf you writing on post its!” Noah took the bottle of wine he bought earlier and opened it, didn’t even bother to find a glass, he toss his shirt to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress. As he scrolled down on his instagram he stopped at that local place instagram he used to go with Jolly while in Nashville. A garden with his favorite bagel shop… he read outloud. —The farmer’s Market: Buy $15 dlls on products and received a plant! Let’s help our planet.— Noah move aling through his phone but then the mysterious girl appeared on his head, “fuck”, she was a local and probably she will spend thousands of dollars just to help her ftaher’s friends and locals. Would she be there… probably she already forgot about him, and he tried too hard to forget that face, those doe eyes and fuller lips… “Damn it!” He cursed under his breath and laid on the bed, he groaned, the bittle of wine still on his hand.

He shut his eyes and there it was again the same “vision”. He opened his eyes and gasped. “Jetlag… jetlag…” He repeated himself. Trying to not freak out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The following Saturday, you visited a local farmers market. You loved places like this: Fresh flowers, Handmade goods, People selling things they genuinely cared about. And of course the good causes. She might not known her father’ life here but many people have visited you and making sure you settled,, friends of your father helped you through the crazy move and now you wanted to give back a little of that kindness. You wandered between booths carrying a canvas tote bag. A vendor handed you a small packet of sunflower seeds.

“These are good luck.” You laughed.

“Do they come with instructions for life too?” “If they did, I’d be rich.” “Fair enough.” You and the vendor chuckled and She tucked the seeds into her bag secured them. Then turned— and walked directly into someone. “Sorry!” The other person steadied you before you could stumble. Strong hands that could wrap around your arm without even forcing, a warm grip too gentle. You looked up. “Noah.”

For a second both simply stared. Neither speaking. Neither quite believing it. Then Noah broke first. “Okay.”

You laughed nervously.. “What?”

“At this point, this is getting suspicious.” “I was literally about to say the same thing.” The tension vanished. Instantly. He clear his throat and fix the strap of his backpack. Rub his face with a hand and sighed. “Shit I am sorry but I do remember you just can’t recall your name.” You blinked twice. “Oh, yeah it’s (y/n)” Noah shakes your hand again the grip too warm and gentle but firm. “Well (y/n) nice to meet you, again.” Both laughed awkwardly but cute. As if they’d picked up a conversation that had merely paused instead of ended. Noah glanced around the market.

“You shop here often?”

“Something like that… I started today!” His eyebrows rose.

“Really?” “Why?” “I come here all the time when I travel to Nashville. It’s like relaxing.” You stared. “You have a soft side under all those scary tattoos.”

Noah chuckled so charmingly. “No, is just.” He stares back at you.” I like the hoemmade stuff like people put too much care and effort to create something for a stranger. You can see how excited they get when you are interested on a $20 dollar mug they probably messed up while painting at it.”

Noah chuckled taking a sip of his coffe on the cardbaord cup. “We share same thought…”

Noah looked just as confused and thrilled. “Really about what?”

You smiled blushing. “The way people sell things they cared about”

Noah arched his ebyebrow behind his shades, fate hadn’t been ready for same shared thoughts. “I’m not a hippie tho.”

“Oh Noah! You can’t say those stuff that’s bad!” Both laughed making the people turn to them and give them didapproval grimces. They ended up walking together. Not intentionally. It just happened. One conversation became another. Then another, Book, music, movies,travel. Noah was sharing his airpod with you, a Bad Omens Song blasting on the earpiece. “I can’t believe I never heard your band! You guys sound awesome!” Noah grinned like an idiot and proud. “The good news is from now on you can listen to us.”

At some point at noon they stopped at Noah’s favorite bagel shop and continue their conversations. Childhood stories. The strange old cemetery near downtown that you liked visiting because it was peaceful. That one made Noah laugh. “Most people don’t list cemeteries as relaxing.” “I know.” “You really are weird.” You bumped his shoulder.

“Says the guy who sketches in coffee shops wearing all black.” “That’s different, and I am not sketching, I like to write words. Randomly… It helps with the creativity and inspiration from when I want to write a track.”

“It is not.”

“It absolutely is.” You rolled your eyes chuckling. Noah smiled. And suddenly realized he hadn’t smiled this much in weeks, maybe months.

An hour later they reached the edge of the market. Neither seemed eager to leave. Which created a problem. Because eventually someone had to. You shifted awkwardly. “Well…”

“Yeah.”

“Guess this is where normal people say goodbye.” “Probably.” A pause. Then Noah did something unusual. Something he almost never did. “Can I get your number?” You looked surprised. Then pleased. “That depends.” His eyes narrowed. “On what?” “You promise not to save me as Gardening Girl.” Noah laughed, a genuine laugh. The kind that escaped before he could stop it. “No promises.” “Then I’ll just add it myself.” You typed -Gardening girl and add it to the contact list. . And Noah laughed. “Maybe that way you won’t forget me.” Noah removed his shades and stare at you, he wantes to ahow you his moat honest look. “I could not forget your name (y/n),not now when your mere presence today made me good today. Thank you for that.” After a long pause both shift awkwardly. “I guess I’ll see you around in your next visit to Nashville.” “Sure! I will call to see if you still in town trying to not murder plants.” He chuckled neevously. “See you then Noah…” You wave but Noah pulled you into a hug, a warm friendly hug. “Later…” And with that both took their own paths, wanting to look back, but no one did. Too proud to make a romantic scene. That night, after exchanging exactly three texts, you fell asleep smiling holding that phone like it was your lifeline. Across the city, Noah lay awake staring at his ceiling. Unable to explain why he felt like something enormous had just shifted. Neither of them knew that somewhere beyond the mortal world, ancient powers were beginning to stir.

The King of the Underworld had found Spring. Not through destiny written in stars. Not through prophecy. Not through divine intervention. But through coffee shops, bookstores, and an embarrassing number of gardening books. And somehow, that made it even more dangerous.

[torisebasthian]

Hello guys!! First of all thanks for the support on my story, didn’t thought it blew out. You are amazing.

Now I have a big update coming, still working on a few chapters but I am planning on drop double chapter this weekend, thank you for being patient!

[torisebasthian]

Noah Sebastian x You

||Hades & Persephone — Modern AU||

Chapter 1: The Girl with the Plants

The first time Noah saw her, he didn’t speak to her. In fact, he almost walked right past. It was a Tuesday afternoon in Nashville, and Noah had escaped to one of the few places where people usually left him alone—a small independent bookstore tucked between a coffee shop and a florist. Michael, his friend was across the street at the drift store and Noah decided it was too crwsy so that’s how it ended at the Bookstore. He wasn’t looking for anything specific bit silence. The kind that didn’t exist in studios, backstage hallways, or crowded venues. A bell chimed as he stepped inside. The familiar scent of old paper wrapped around him immediately.

“Perfect.”

He pulled his hood up and wandered toward the back of the store. A few customers browsed quietly between shelves.An elderly couple argued over mystery novels. Someone sat reading by the window. Everything there semmed peaceful and normal. Then he noticed her. Not because she was exceptionally loud or dramatic, or trying to attract attention. Quite the opposite. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor of the gardening section, completely absorbed in a book about native wildflowers.

Three other books were stacked beside her, a notebook sat open in her lap, she was writing something furiously. Noah almost smiled. bookstore had chairs several of them. Yet somehow she’d chosen the floor.

A strand of <hour color> hair fell across her face, she blew it away without looking up. Then immediately returned to her notes so Focused, like the entire world had disappeared.

For reasons he couldn’t explain, Noah stopped walking. -Just for a second.- Something about her felt…Familiar. Not in the normal way. Not “I think I’ve seen her before.” More like a strange pull somewhere deep in his chest. The sensation vanished as quickly as it came.

“Weird”

He continued past her. By the time he reached the music section, he’d forgotten about it. Mostly. Twenty minutes later, he was still browsing. And somehow she was still sitting on the floor. AHe continued past her. By the time he reached the music section, he’d forgotten about it. Mostly. Twenty minutes later, he was still browsing. And somehow she was still sitting on the floor. A store employee had even stepped around her twice. Neither seemed bothered.Noah shook his head. Dedicated. Then he noticed movement.The stack of books beside her tipped. One slid from the pile and another followed then another and another, now it was a full avalanche. The books scattered across the aisle. You froze. Slowly closed her eyes and whispered: “No.”

The defeated tone nearly made Noah laugh. She scrambled to gather them before anyone tripped. One book skidded farther than the others, and unfortunately went straight toward Noah’s feet. He picked it up automatically. You looked up just like in the movies, for the first time, their eyes met.

And for a brief moment, neither moved. The feeling returned. That strange, impossible familiarity. Stronger this time. Like hearing the first note of a song you somehow already know. You blinked first. —Oh sorry.—

Noah held up the book. —Your escape attempt failed.—

A surprised laugh escaped her. —No kidding.—

He handed it back. Their fingers brushed.Nothing dramatic happened. No visions, nolightning, no cosmic revelations it was just a brief touch. Yet both felt it. A tiny shock barely noticeable but enough for them. Enough to make Noah strangely aware of her. Enough to make you look at him twice.

—Thanks! — No problem— Noah shrugged.

That should have been the end of it, just a normal interaction between strangers. Instead neither left. An awkward second passed. Then another.

You glanced at the title in his hand more interested than the jnk Of his hands. —Music production? Noah looked down. —Oh, yeah… “Caught”.

She tilted her head. —You work in music?

—A little.— he rub the back of his head, how there was still people not recognizing him?

—A little?— She raised her eyebrows and purr her lips. His mouth twitched. —Something like that.—

She laughed again. The sound was warm, easy. Noah found himself relaxing. (Which was unusual.) He generally disliked talking to strangers. Yet this conversation felt effortless. Like stepping back into one that had been paused years ago.

—You taking notes?— he asked, nodding toward her notebook.

You immediately looked embarrassed. —Maybe…Serious notes.— She closed the notebook.—You’re not allowed to judge me.—

—I’m already judging you for sitting on the floor whike there’s at least 20 empty chairs with perfect desks.

—Rude.— She said while picking up the rest of her books from the floor.

—You brought four gardening books to a bookstore floor. —Five.— She correct him

Noah looked at the stack. —One, two…Five.—

You grinned.—Exactly.—

For some reason, that grin hit him harder than it should have. Not because it was particularly flirtatious. It wasn’t. It was genuine. And Noah couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen something so genuine, not when all the girls want his attention and act to be polite and they force themselves to act like someone they aren’t, that end up diappointing him somehow.

A silence settled between them. Comfortable this time. Neither seemed eager to leave. Then someone called her name, her friend waiting near the register.

She stood gathering her books and place them into her flower tote bag. —Guess that’s my cue.— She took her bags and stand in front of Noah, she wanted to look away but something in his eyes was pulling her to stare.

Noah nodded breaking eye contact.— Guess so.— he murmur.

For a moment she hesitated. Like she wanted to say something else. Instead she simply smiled.

—See you around, music guy.— Then she walked away, fast as she could, the bell above the door chimed.

And she was gone. Noah stood there staring at the entrance long after it closed.

Which was ridiculous. He didn’t know her. Didn’t even know her name or last name. Yet the bookstore suddenly felt emptier.

Meanwhile, outside, you paused on the sidewalk. You glanced back through the window. The man was still standing exactly where you left him. Looking thoughtful almost confused, but that sight made her smile. Then she continued down the street.

Neither of them noticed the florist next door. Or the fact that every flower displayed in the front window had bloomed that afternoon. Hours earlier than expected. As though spring itself had decided to pay attention.

[torisebasthian]

Noah’s poem to: you

Noah Sebastianxreader

(HadesxPersephone modern AU)

Notes from Author: This is my hear me out… Hope you like it.

She kneels in the dirt

like she belongs to it.

Sunlight catches in her hair,

gold threading through dark curls,

and for a moment

I understand why ancient civilizations

worshipped spring.

Her hands are stained with soil.

There is dirt on her cheek.

A smudge near her jaw.

She doesn’t notice.

I don’t tell her.

Because she looks happier this way:

Real.

Unaware.

Beautiful.

She speaks softly to flowers.

Actually speaks to them.

As if they can hear her.

As if they are friends

instead of roots and petals.

And somehow—

they listen.

I swear they do.

The roses bloom brighter

when she passes.

The lavender stands taller.

The sunflowers follow her

instead of the sun.

Maybe nobody else notices.

Maybe it’s only me.

Or maybe the earth remembers its queen

even when she does not.

The wind moves through the garden.

She closes her eyes.

Smiles.

And the entire world changes.

Not dramatically.

Not all at once, Just enough

Like winter loosening its grip.

Like something asleep deciding to wake.

Like spring arriving quietly

and expecting no applause.

I’ve stood before kingdoms.

I’ve watched empires rise,

then vanish into dust.

I’ve ruled over rivers of souls.

I’ve worn crowns forged by gods.

None of it compares

to watching her plant tomatoes

and argue with a stubborn hydrangea.

None of it.

She laughs.

The sound drifts across the yard.

And something ancient inside me

answers.

A part of me older than memory.

Older than language.

Older than the stars above us.

A king who spent centuries

searching through lifetimes.

Waiting.

Hoping.

Remembering.

But today

I am not a king.

Today

I am simply Noah.

Leaning against a doorway.

Coffee cooling in my hands.

Watching the girl I love

fight a losing battle

against weeds.

She looks up suddenly.

Catches me staring.

Raises an eyebrow.

—“What?”— she asks.

I could tell her the truth: That she looks like sunlight, that gardens seem incomplete until she walks through them.

That finding her again feels like finally coming home.

Instead I smile.

Small.

Soft.

Only for her.

—“Nothing.”—

She rolls her eyes. Returns to her flowers.

And I continue watching.

Because after lifetimes of loss,

of waiting, of searching. I have learned something precious.

Sometimes love is not grand.

Sometimes it is not destiny.

Sometimes it is simply this:

A girl in a garden.

A quiet afternoon.

And the overwhelming gratitude that she is here.

[torisebasthian]

Noah x reader: Noah’s best friend wedding Au. Part 2

Author’s note: Holy sh… I didn’t think you actually like it. So today I brought to you a little flashback and fill the next part., enjoy my friends.

The guests were confused, your mother was confused, Davis was disappointed, confuse, mad, sad.

“I am sorry son, I’ll see what is going on.”

Your mother rushed to the door with heavy breathing, and before she reach to the doors Noah was already there.

— Let me talk to her, I am the best man and I maybe can speak to her.—

His reassured smile made your mother agreed. He walked to the doors where you disappeared before and as soon as the big doors click shut he started to freak out.

“it is my fault…”

He was hyperventilating, losing his balance, he was feeling guilty.

-Flashback-

It all started on the Dinner rehearsal rehearsal’s.

Noah just finished his major tour and in perfect timing to join Davis’ marriage week marathon.

Which consisted on last final touches, make gift baskets for the guests, hangover kits and all the arrangements they had to make the stamp of approval Of you and Davis of course, Noah was asked to be Davis’ best man, he didn’t even doubt it and agreed on anything You and Davis wanted on your wedding; Stupid flashmob dance he was already learning the steps, taking stupid ridiculous Jc Penney’s pre wedding photos? He even got matching ugly overalls for him and all Davis’ friends.

He was truly a good friend and most important he made sure you didn’t overthink on anything by making you laugh, if you had a breakdown on why the bridesmaid pale blue dressed were in different tones when you order them at the same time and at the same store he just let you use his arm to cry and hit. He was the perfect companion and he enjoyed, but the secret behind everything were his true feelings, not about Davis’ friendship, sure it was like a sacred thing almost sibling like but it wasn’t about that, he had a crush on you probably since they met you at that after Label party. You were an assistant, completely unexperienced on the hollywood industry world but, the moment the band and crew approach to you made you feel like you belong there since their very first day.

If you could replay the moment you cross paths with Noah it will be much like that movie of the yellow dress scene, he forgot how to breath, and you were only wearing a formal suit, but what catches his eye making him fall in love at first sight was your smile, he was an observant and that smile of yours could tell so much about you and he wanted to know you. Of course by being a total introvert he never made a move on you but one of his best friends did.

For three years he watched, how slowly his chance faded until he one day he decided it was all or nothing.

So back at the dinner rehearsal rehearsal’s Noah finally found his chance. You and Davis were arguing about the family seats for the Dinner rehearsal. You stormed out fuming and cursing everyone at your path you were bridezilla at the moment. You lock yourself at the bathroom, alone you sobbed, thinking maybe it was a bad idea making a big wedding, and to be honest the stress about the wedding it was eating you alive.

A soft knock made you jolt and unlock the door to go out, probably it was Davis coming to apologize but you were so surprised by seeing Noah leaning at the bathroom’s door frame, his eyes were red like he had been drinking -a lot- but Something in his expression, he looked sadder.

— Noah, what’s going on?—

You tried to act normal and smile but your smudged mascara ruined your facade.

— Y/N… You can’t marry Davis … —

your legs felt boneless, your grip tighten at the door’s handle about to collapse. That’s it Noah knew something she could feel it. It was going to be bad.

—W-what… do you mean?— You tried to keep calm but your eyes were homding back your tears and he could see it so he immediatly shift his expression from a sad to a one less worried

—It’a not what you think… Davis has been honest and respectful since day 1 with you, he is almost perfect boyfriend that it’s annoying.—

You smack his arm so hard he rub it.

— Fuck, Noah! You scared me!—

Noah’s lips curled into a tiny smile.

— Shit, sorry… It was not my intention.—

You frowned, he was so nervous all of the sudden.

—Then what is it?! Why can’t I marry Davis?—

Noah sighed, he looked over his shoulder checking if there was no people wandering or around.

—Because… — He lowered his voice and his eyes were lock on yours. — Because I love you Y/N…

To be continue…

[torisebasthian]

Noah x reader: Best Friend’s WeddingAU

Author Notes: Okay I saw a video of a bride recording herself moments before walking down the altar and got an idea. I hope you find it suitable.

It was your wedding day, you were nervous, and for your sanity you turned off the phone notifications, you wanted to focus on you and this new chapter of your life. Right before your wedding ceremony started you were left alone in the room, recording yourself for your soon to be husband, Davis.

You tried to record something cute a love letter, a video explaining how you wanted to be her wife and how much love you have for him, but as you were talking all you could think was Noah. So you sat on the couch and held your phone close as you recorded.

— Hi… you are probably standing next to Davis now, because he is waiting for me… — You chuckled nervously and looked away, then back at the camera. — I must say we were very dumb all those years and I am sorry we never cross paths like we wanted to… but you made me very happy as a friend, you made me feel like me and … I will treasure those moments for all my existence. I love you and I hope you find a good woman and she makes you happy…Goodbye Noah.—

You ended the video and send it to Noah. You lock her phone and then the doors open, Davis was waiting for her at the altar, all she had to do was walk towards him. The music was on, violinist playing a lord of the rings melodic song but she haven’t move an inch. You are holding the bouquet and was smiling at the people watching you but you couldn’t move.

“How could you send that video for him, what were you thinking?!” Suddenly you ran back closing the doors as you moved, every guest gasping and murmuring, your mother disappointed and your sister running back to you.

To be continue…