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sungbeam · 7 months

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nonidol!lee hyunjae x f!reader

6.7k words (my hand slipped, sorry), fluff, angst, low-key e2l, ex friends 2 implied lovers?, low-key rich kid au, swearing, drinking and drunk talks/crying, a shitty situation, a bitchy ex gf, uhh very low-key hurt/comfort?, lots of mentions of pizza and soft drinks, THE PLOT IS SO RUSHED IM SORRY I CRAMMED.

a/n: requests now closed! whew,,, what a doozy 😭 im sorry if it feels rushed bc it low-key really was such a rushed and ambitious plot on my part. to the anon who requested it, ik it's not exactly what u asked for and im sorry ><

The pizzeria was like your second home. Maybe it was your home, but you weren't sure if calling a pizza place your home was the best word. It acted as your bubble away from academic responsibilities, family obligations, and anything else you wanted to forget. For the past three years of your college career, you made this place your comfort spot, while also picking up some spare change.

Your friend and co-worker Dae bumped her hip with yours as she passed by you with her hands full of empty plastic cups to refill. "Your group of banshees just walked in," she mused, slipping past you to the fountain drink machine on the bar counter.

Your head perked up and watched the front door on the other side of the room open to let a wave of your friends in. Dae liked to joke that your friend group consisted of a bunch of "banshees" from how loud they could be. You couldn't blame her at all; it was hilariously accurate. On a bad night, the group's volume could reach levels of a nightmare baby being birthed from the Devil's anus.

"Yn-ie!" Chanhee and Jacob waved to you as the group of five made their way through the tight spaces between tables.

"Hey, guys," you greeted them. "You're so lucky a group just left." You nodded toward the circular table in the back corner where your friends often made their home. It was big enough to seat seven—ten, if you squished—but it was almost always for you and your friends.

The pizzeria's owner and your boss, Mr. Moretti, usually didn't mind your friends occupying the space. You were pretty sure he was glad your friends were hiding themselves away in the back. (Not because of the merriment, just because of the noise. Some customers just wanted pizza and a quiet night, and you could respect that.)

"Waitress! Waitress!" Changmin screeched, waving one of his hands around like a lunatic.

You came up to the table with an unimpressed look on your face, and Kevin wrestled his neighbor back into this seat. "Okay, so Changmin doesn't get to eat tonight," you drawled and braced your hands on the backs of Sunwoo and Chanhee's chairs.

"I was just wondering how long it takes for someone to get service around here," Changmin jested. He feigned one of those pompous brushes of his hair, mocking one of the rich pricks who had come in here last month thinking that the RIGHT TO REFUSE SERVICE sign didn't apply to him. Changmin broke into a lopsided grin at your arched brows. "What? I think I'm funny."

Your eyes widened in a silent 'Can you believe this guy?'

"He's sugar high because someone let him get to the cupcakes," Kevin directed his flat gaze to his counterpart, Jacob.

Jacob's hands lifted in innocence. "What? No one was eating them, and he said he was hungry."

"Okay, drinks, folks!" You clapped to regain their attention. You did, after all, have other customers. "What're we feeling tonight?"

A chorus of drink orders flew up into the air—coke, iced water, Sprite, lemonade—and you nodded, stepping away to grab them those very beverages. Your friends had all been here enough times to know exactly what was on the menu, so while you stepped away briefly for their drinks, they could deliberate and get back to you as soon as you returned.

Like a well oiled machine, you delivered them their drinks, and Kevin doled out the lineup for tonight.

"You know, I was thinking of painting my nails black," Kevin said as he finished off the order. He held his hand out in front of him, inspecting the state of his bare nails.

Sunwoo straightened in his seat. "We should do it together, hyung!—I mean… you could probably paint my nails. I dunno if you should trust me with one of those thin ass brushes."

"You're right," Chanhee chimed in, "we shouldn't."

You snickered to yourself as you left your friends to their own devices and pinned their order sheet to one of the clips hanging in the kitchen window. There was a set of plates set out on the window sill, the bill reading for table three, and you picked it up to take over to them. Dae appeared next to you, tightening her ponytail, and grabbed the dishes for table four right beside it.

With both your hands full, you departed to deliver your respective orders.

As you set the dishes off food down onto table three, you heard the telltale swish of the door opening, and night air flooded into the room. On instinct, you straightened with a smile to greet them. "Hi! Welcome—" your voice died on your throat, and when his eyes locked with yours, you stuttered, "—in. For how many?"

Lee Hyunjae brushed a hand through his blond hair, his other arm wrapped around the shoulders of a girl who was unfortunately familiar to you. A couple of the guys with him, you recognized, too, but he was the one who had made you trip over your words.

One of them with jet black hair and kind, feline-like eyes, lifted four of his fingers in a wordless signal.

You nodded, lips set in a firm line, and gestured to the open four-seater at table eight.

You tucked your empty tray beneath your arm, mentally thanking anyone who was listening that his party was seated in Dae's section and not yours. Thank god for odd numbers.

Dae was swift to chirp out her usual cheeriness to the newcomers, and you scurried back over to the register to cash a table's check. As you did so, your eyes flitted up toward Hyunjae's table. He glanced over at you periodically, looking away whenever you were already looking at him.

What the hell was he doing here? You wanted to yell, scream. Out of all the places, out of all the nights, out of all the times… how long had it been since you last saw him, you wondered to yourself as you let the bitterness seep into your bones and meld with the marrow. It was a feeling you knew all too well.

You strode over to table seven to set their check down on the edge of the table. Everything in the pizzeria was so close together; it was near impossible not to catch the words being exchanged at table eight.

"—don't understand why you chose this dump, Hyunjae." That was the girl, the one who's face made you want to throw something at it. Her name was Kyla, and the last time you saw her in person, she had just become Hyunjae's girlfriend.

Sometimes you questioned how they even managed to stay together so long, but then again, people like them deserved each other.

"Eric just wanted pizza, babe," drawled the blond, his arm casually draped over the back of her chair.

The two others seated at the table consisted of the man with jet black hair, and another with a medium-toned brown hair peeking out of a gray hoodie. The latter said, "You guys'll love this place! Their breadsticks are literally the fluffiest things in the world."

A smile curled onto your face at that comment. Now that you thought about it, you'd seen him around before.

You slid over to table one and began stacking the dirty dishes left behind by customers who had gone. Table eight's conversation continued.

"Is it normal to be able to see grease in the air?" Kyla gagged, her nose wrinkling in disgust. She soaked in the close quarters of the restaurant with little appreciation.

The other third wheel at table eight, the one with black hair, lifted his eyebrows. "It's cozy in here, Kyla."

"Yeah, just give it a chance," Hyunjae chimed in.

You brushed past their table to grab table seven's check and hustle it back over to the register. You met Dae at the counter, her hands once again full with cups that needed filling.

A grunt left her lips. "Table eight," she began.

"Yeah," you agreed. "Sheesh."

Her head turned to you over her shoulder. "You know 'em?"

"Unfortunately." You pursed your lips. "It's been awhile," you amended. "I only know the couple at the table—enough to say, good luck, girl."

Dae made a face, but she pulled her shoulders back to solidify her posture. You always admired her work ethic and her customer service skills. As fellow waitresses during many a dinner rush hour, you both had to deal with your own handfuls of difficult people. At this point, it wasn't difficult to sniff them out from a mile away. There were some days you just wanted them to yell at you and get it over with.

Just as Dae left to go drop off drinks, your friends' order hit the window sill. You tucked the finished bill for table seven into your apron pocket and grabbed the trays to set on the table for your friends.

"You look like you're about to gnaw my fingers off, Jacob," you teased with a twinge of nervousness.

The man grinned at you, with teeth. "I'm hungry."

"Valid." You backed away from the table, and the carnage began.

You laughed, ducking your head, as you left your friends to their feast. You arrived at table seven and wished them a good night—

"Do you not have cherry coke? Isn't that, like, a universal fountain drink?"

You glanced over to see Dae's mouth twitch just slightly, but gave nothing else away. "No, we only have regular Coke and Diet Coke; I said that earlier, miss."

Kyla stared at her as if she'd just gotten her puppy revoked. "But they both taste like ass."

"You can have a fruit punch instead," Dae offered.

"But I don't want fruit punch."

You saw that the other two boys at the table fidgeted nervously. They were making eyes at Hyunjae, urging him to do something.

He seemed to lift his gaze to yours at that exact moment and you wondered what he saw in them. Something shifted in him, a silent acceptance of surrender.

The next thing you knew, he was leaning into the conversation. "Ky, you can just get a water or something and then we'll go get a drink after this. How does that sound?"

She threw a look over at him. "I really just want a cherry coke, Hyunjae. If I have to be forced to eat at this place, then the least you could do is get me a cherry coke."

Okay, that was enough.

"Is there a problem here?" You asked, sidling up beside Dae. You saw her loosen up out of the corner of your eye.

Kyla opened her mouth to retort something, but she halted abruptly. Her head cocked to the side, eyes narrowing, like she was trying to figure something out. You knew the moment she recognized you. A slow smile curled onto her mouth. "Oh my god… Yn Ln. Mommy and daddy kick you out or something? Why are you working at this dump?"

You were certain your eye started twitching.

Hyunjae grappled her shoulder. "Kyla."

"This is gold," she chirped. "Wow, I didn't think anything good could come of this dinner, but—" she sneered, "wow. You look awful."

"Takes one to know one," you said with venom dripping from your words. "We have a right to refuse service, ma'am, so if you don't quit badgering my friend and me, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

She didn't seem to catch your drift. "No. Get me. A cherry coke."

You suppressed every urge to fuck this girl up. To Dae, you murmured, "Can you cover my tables?"

"For sure, girl," she said, giving you a reassuring clasp on the shoulder. "Should I call Moretti?"

"No, I think we should be fine—"

"Wait until I tell everyone I know about how absolute ass this place is," Kyla ripped you back out into reality. She had her phone out now, and Eric, the guy in the hoodie, was reaching across the table to stop her.

You weren't allowed to touch her, you reminded yourself. You could do this with just words. No matter how much it killed you to not sucker punch her stupid, pearly whites in. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave," you told her through gritted teeth. "Either you buckle down with your regular Coca-Cola, or you get out."

"How about—no."

All breath dissipated from your lungs when you felt the carbonated liquid dumped in your face, the blocks of ice just missing your eyes. The entire establishment seemed to freeze with you.

You scoffed, slowly wiping the soda from your eyes and shaking out your arms. You couldn't seem to form coherent speech.

"What the fuck is going on here?" You recognized Kevin's hardened voice behind you, his hand squeezing your shoulder to tell you he was here.

As Kyla and Kevin dueled it out, you found Hyunjae's eyes again. To his credit, he seemed horrified and apologetic, his mouth parted in shock. But then again, he didn't have much credit anymore in your book.

Your hands fisted. You wanted to yell at him to get out. It had been a decent evening, a good evening, before he and his like came in and threw a drink in your face.

You didn't want to address the burning bitterness that coursed beneath all the annoyance and anger—out of everything, why didn't he say anything? Why didn't he try harder to help you? Why was he with her when he could be with y—nevermind. That didn't matter.

Even now, your back still ached from when he'd last left it stabbed.

"Are you okay, Yn-ie?"

You realized that Hyunjae and his party had gone now, and the shop patrons were slowly going back to whatever they had been doing before. Chanhee appeared before you with a couple napkins from the dispenser on the table, and Dae rushed over with a massive roll of paper towels. Your other friends had flocked over, too, to help clean up and also attend to customers while you pulled your shit together.

You gave a nod, finding your voice to tell them so. Your gaze casted briefly toward the front door where you knew he wouldn't ever be stepping back into.

You told yourself that was a good thing.

It was late when you finally pushed out of the back doors of the pizzeria building. Your car was parked out back with many of the other employee cars; it was just a lot more convenient and a lot less traffic. It had been a couple days since the fiasco with Kyla and Hyunjae, and you hadn't heard or seen him once since then.

That was a good thing. It was supposed to be a good thing. After all, why would he suddenly reappear in your life now? What purpose or what significance did that have?

You were going to try and forget about him again. Your life was plenty good without him, and yet…

"Yn."

Speak of the Devil. You swore under your breath as you nearly tripped over the curb. His voice was haunting, as was his presence, his whole silhouette. You'd once found a home with all those things—with him.

You and he stopped beside your car. "What are you doing here?" You asked him.

Hyunjae had his hands shoved into the pockets of his leather jacket. "I, uhm," he began, "I wanted to say sorry."

"Sorry?" You parroted. The word was sticky in your mouth and it clung to all the wrong crevices.

"Yeah, for the other night." He clasped the back of his neck. "I… I broke up with her, by the way."

Your eyes widened at his words. He broke up with Kyla? A part of you wanted to pump the sky and jump up and down—finally. Fucking finally! But there was another part of you, the rational one, who yanked you back to Earth and smacked you in the head to think about it. Three years of dating that girl, and just now he decided to break up with her? What was the tipping point? There was no way he didn't know she acted like a spoiled brat all the time.

What was so good about her anyway? You thought you had understood at the time—she had more money, more connections. Her parents were old money rich, not entrepreneurs like yours. It was stupid to think that was the reason, and you couldn't afford to go down that rabbit hole of methodology again.

"So?"

Your singular word seemed to slap him in the face. "So? I—" Frustration flickered across his face for a split second. Now he knew how you felt.

You couldn't wait for him to say anything; you had so much to say to him. "Listen Jaehyun," you said plainly. "I don't know what you want from me. You broke up with your girlfriend? Good for you. You're sorry for the other night? Okay. I don't know if you expect me to grovel and praise you for owning up for once—"

"Okay, what?" He cut in. "First of all, I don't expect you to grovel or praise me or whatever. Second, what do you mean 'owning up for once?'"

"I mean it exactly like I said it." You clenched the strap of your bag in your hand. Crazy how your car was literally right next to you, but you couldn't get into it. Your feet were glued to the street, and a part of you wanted to know how this ended. "The last time I saw you, Kyla laughed in my face, and you encouraged her. You dropped me like our years of friendship meant jack shit to you. I don't know what you're trying to pull, Jaehyun, and I don't wanna know."

Hyunjae leaned his head back, eyes closed for a second. "Yn, it's so much more complicated than that."

You stuck your tongue in your cheek. "That's such bullshit, and you know it. You don't get to come back and tell me this." There was a shakiness in your voice now, and you knew you had to get going or risk yelling. "That's just not fair."

"I know it's not fair."

"Good."

"Fine," he bit out. "I don't even know why I'm here."

Your hand found purchase on the driver's side door. Say something. Give me a reason to stay. "Maybe your sense of guilt has finally returned and your brain wanted to make amends."

He rolled his eyes, and it felt like a stab in your chest. "I'm going to leave now."

"Thank god." The words tasted sour in your mouth and you realized that he hadn't given you a reason to stay; in fact, it had been the exact opposite.

You both went your separate ways again. When you clambered into your car and watched him walk away through your rear view, it dawned on you that the entire conversation had been one massive circle. You wanted to hear him out—of course, you did.

You used to know him, after all. You used to know him so well. And perhaps that was why you hadn't just now.

"We need to talk."

A pair of hands slammed down on your desk and you nearly fell out of your chair. You tugged your earbuds out of your ear to give whoever this was a piece of your—

You frowned. "Oh. It's you."

Hyunjae frowned back at you. He was wearing a jean jacket today, hair styled presentably. He didn't have to look so good in this lighting, but you supposed even the sun liked to favor him. "Yes, it's me. Can you get up so we can—" He nodded out toward the library window beside you, "—talk?"

"So you want us to jump out the window?"

"You are so annoying."

Your smile was saccharine. "Not as annoying as you."

It had currently been around fifteen hours since he showed up at the back alley to confront you with that sorry apology. You'd woken up this morning less mad and more sad… smad. Sure, you were smad. It seemed that a night of sleep hadn't deterred your ex-best friend from talking to you, and you couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing.

"You don't even go to this school," you told him in a pathetic attempt to wave him away without actually waving him away.

"This is a public campus, Yn." He pulled out the seat across from you before you could protest. "I don't have to go to this school."

You scowled. The organ in your chest was beating awfully fast—you really hoped you weren't about to get in a screaming match with him here of all places. "What do you want, Hyunjae? You can't just show up everywhere I go unannounced."

"I don't do that."

"I'm starting to think you're obsessed with me, actually."

"Will you just—"

"Heya, Yn." Relief flooded through you at the sight of Changmin and Sunwoo walking up to your table. The former narrowed his eyes behind his dark-framed glasses. "Everything okay?"

You flipped your notebook closed and swiftly packed all of your items up. "Yeah, perfectly," you said. Hyunjae didn't follow as you stood up. "Bye, Hyunjae."

As you walked toward the library exit, Changmin and Sunwoo converged on either side of you. "What was that all about?" Sunwoo asked, his head peering behind you at the boy who was no doubt still sitting at the table. "Why is he here?"

You shook your head and pushed out onto the university grounds, propping the door open for your friends trailing behind. "Dude, I have no idea. He dropped by on my way out of work last night—"

"He what?"

"It wasn't even a productive conversation," you told them. You didn't know where you were going, but you turned around to face them as you walked backward along the path. Maybe you shouldn't have just left him there. "I don't even know how he knew I was at the library."

Changmin's mouth quirked downward. "Isn't this like… kind of creepy? What's with him anyway?"

"Yeah, Yn, how do you know him?" Sunwoo chimed in.

You sighed, face scrunching up as you thought about where to begin. Swiveling back to front, your friends clung onto you—both physically and to your words. "Our parents loathe each other, because they're business rivals, but Hyunjae and I went to the same schools when we were kids and we became friends."

It had been the two of you against the world—best petty friends. That first time his parents had driven him over to your house for a play date, the looks on both yours and his parents had been priceless. It'd been a wonder that they'd let you continue with the play date. From that point on, however, you both became friends for life, all despite the odds.

At least, that was how it had been.

Three years ago, just before both of you were going to begin your college careers, he had pretended that everything between the two of you was nothing more than dumpster fire. He ended up with Kyla, he became a jerk, and you'd spiraled. Had it been something you'd done? Had it been you? Did his parents open his eyes to your families' petty rivalry and get him to turn on you? That was what it had seemed like.

You'd survived, somehow. You had friends now—good friends, nice friends, un-petty friends. (But Hyunjae had been that person for you, too, once upon a time.)

You found yourself in your apartment at six in the evening the next day, staring at a half-drunk glass of wine and a crossword on your coffee table. You'd snatched up one of the newspapers in the lobby to busy yourself with in an attempt to take your mind off thrown cups of coke, bitchy ex girlfriends, and bitter ex friends.

It hadn't worked yet.

A knock on your front door drew your focus away, and you dragged yourself up from the couch to see who it was. Something panged in your chest at the face on the other side of the peephole.

You ripped the door open. "Do you want a restraining order?"

Hyunjae stood on the other side looking a little less put together than yesterday, but still more put together than you. "Yn, can we please just talk?"

"How do you even know where I live?" You asked him, not moving from the threshold, and thus, leaving him no room to come in.

"I literally helped you move in three years ago," he said, blinking. Oh. "Now, can I please come in?"

At least he was saying please, you reasoned with yourself. Begrudgingly, you let him in.

His shoulders seemed to deflate as he slipped inside, and he left his shoes on the show rack by the front door. Once you'd replaced all the locks, you swept past him to your kitchen area. "Want a drink?"

"Uhm, sure. Yeah, thanks."

You came back to the couch with another glass and poured him some of the red.

The two of you sat on the couch beside each other with a comfortable amount of space in the middle. He picked up his glass and chugged the entire thing, while you finished off your own glass and reached for the bottle. It felt so strange to be in his space again—or at least, for him to be in your space again. You didn't know if the jittery kick in your heart was from nervousness, excitement, or both.

What more did he have to say to you?

When you topped your glass off again, Hyunjae refilled his own.

"What do you want from me, Hyunjae?" You asked him for what felt like the hundredth time within the past week. You didn't have the heart to look at him now, the alcohol making your brain buzz and your chest heavy.

He nursed his glass, elbows braced on his knees. "I'm sorry," he said, clearing his throat when his voice came out rough. He fidgeted with the collar of his shirt. "You're probably so fucking tired of me, but I just… I knew I had to make things right."

You tugged your legs onto the couch and tucked them under you. "Why? Because you broke up with your girlfriend for throwing soda in my face?" For a moment, the thought amused you. Out of all the things to break up with Kyla for—out of all the things—it'd been over Coca-Cola.

Hyunjae swallowed down his wine. "No, that's not—that's not why I wanted to break up with her. I mean, part of it, of course. She'd disrespected you and your friend and the workplace."

His words and their sincerity drew your eyes to him on your left. His head hung, but you could see the glazed look in his eyes, dulling out those pretty, mahogany irises of his. He looked like your Hyunjae for once, not the one who had appeared in the doorway of the pizzeria with his arm around a girl who didn't appreciate him or anyone.

"And I'm sorry for that," he continued. "I'm sorry I didn't do more to prevent that from happening."

You stared down into the dark stillness of your wine glass. "Well, it wasn't exactly your fault," you said quietly.

You heard him huff, "Yeah, sure." He lifted the glass up to his lips again, and you did the same.

"The little altercation was recorded and posted online," Hyunjae suddenly said. "And when my parents saw, they pretty much backed out of the partnership between our company and Kyla's parents'. They didn't let me break up with her before because of the contract or whatever, but after that PR nightmare, they pretty much cut ties for me."

He took another swig, and you found yourself really looking at him this time.

"I was and have been an asshole to you, Yn," he said. "And it's no excuse, but it was… I was just trying to make it easier for both of us."

The wine was penetrating your defenses. Or maybe that was his story. But either way, the stinging in the corners of your eyes led to a watering of your vision, and everything was getting blurry. The lights, him, your whole view of the situation. His parents hadn't turned him, but shackled him instead.

"I thought," you began, lifting a hand up to wipe your eyes dry, "you hated me."

Hyunjae raised his head, shaking it, then hanging it again. He drank. "I couldn't hate you. I tried—I tried to make it easier to see you differently, but… Yn, you were my best friend." His voice broke at the end and he swallowed. "I thought about you so much these past few years, and it was so hard to get through it without you."

Your heart was sinking fast into your stomach and you could feel it hammer against your bones. You'd thought about him too much, as much as you loathed to admit. The man who you felt had simply thrown you away… how pathetic was it that you couldn't stop caring? But now, the lens was widening. Maybe your feelings weren't so unique.

Both you and Hyunjae moved at the same time, arms raising to drain your glasses of the last bits of wine.

You told yourself it was the wine that was making you want to cry, but when you and Hyunjae looked at each other, his eyes were lined with silver. He sniffled, setting his glass on the coffee table. "I'm sorry," he whispered, biting his lip when emotion made him screw his face up and turn away from you.

You put your glass next to his and clambered over the sofa to wrap your arms around him. He turned his face into your chest and sobbed, the sound coaxing a crest of emotion out of you, too, and you held him and rocked him through the oncoming waves.

It was the wine, you thought. God it was the wine. It had to be the wine.

But your best friend was here in your arms, where he belonged, you liked to think. He was home.

You curled your hand over the back of his head, your cheeks damp. "'m sorry they forced you into that relationship," you rasped. The bitterness was sweeping back in a different color. "I wish I knew."

He sniffled. "They threatened to do something to your parents' company. I couldn't—I couldn't let you and them get involved."

The confession stabbed through you. You had no idea what his parents had told him, and made him do, for the sake of business. You had no idea how unhappy he was, and god—you wished you'd known. Maybe things wouldn't have come to such hurt.

Hyunjae pulled himself away from you and wiped his eyes. "I think after all that shit, I'm a little fucked up."

The both of you shared a watery laugh, the space that had originally been left between you, nonexistent.

You cupped the sides of his face. "You made it though, and you've been so strong, Jae."

His bottom lip trembled. "Can you ever forgive me?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "Yeah, I forgive you." How could you not? And it was the wine—you swore it was the wine—that had you leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his hairline. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into you, his hand reaching up to cover your hand with his own.

"I like you a whole lot better than her," he murmured.

"I'd hope so," you mused, patting his cheek. "You deserve to have someone so much better than her."

He gulped, eyes searching your face. "You think so?"

"I know so."

Your heartbeat stuttered when he leaned forward slightly. You could smell the wine on his breath as it fanned over your skin. It felt as if the world slowed in that moment—the lights were dimmer, his eyelids low, lips shiny and plush.

And then he blinked, energy and alarm and… something else in his expression. He pulled out of your hold and his ears turned bright red. "I should go."

Your lips parted. "Wait—"

He practically leapt off the couch and banged his knee against the wall as he hobbled into his shoes. "Damn—I—" he opened the front door, pausing over the threshold. You didn't know why he was leaving; you wanted him to stay. Why, why, why was he leaving? "I, uhm, I've overstayed my welcome."

The door rattled as he closed it behind him, as if to tell you to not follow him out. You were left on the couch alone again, two empty glasses of wine, feeling stripped.

What the hell was that?

"And he just… left?"

You nodded, sweeping the apron around your waist over the hook in the back room of the pizzeria. It was late when yours and Dae's shift ended, as per usual. The shop was pretty much closed, leaving the two of you and two of the cooks who usually closed up the establishment when you both left.

For the entirety of your shift, you had been turning over yesterday's events over and over again. "I don't know what I did wrong, y'know? Maybe I crossed a boundary or something? I dunno."

Worry gnawed at your stomach as you recalled what happened to Dae. You both stepped out of the back of the building to head to your respective cars. It was dark out, as it usually was, with a few street lights along the road that you and Dae stuck to while walking.

As you approached your car, you noticed Hyunjae standing beside it with his hands tucked in his pockets and his head turned toward you. Rather than the sourness you'd felt for him at the beginning of the week, the feeling twisting in your chest was sweeter, but bitter still.

"I'll see you tomorrow then," Dae said to you softly with a gentle nudge of your arm. She walked ahead of you and passed by your car to get to hers, leaving you to confront the man plaguing your every thought for the past week.

You swallowed as you made your way over to the driver's side door where he was standing. "Hey."

Hyunjae gave a slight bob of his head. "Hey."

"Did I do something wrong yesterday?" You asked him, earnestly, searching his face for any hint as to why he had left so abruptly.

"No, it wasn't your fault—it definitely wasn't your fault," he told you. He sucked in a breath, carding a hand through his hair. "I had an epiphany of sorts."

"An epiphany?" You furrowed your brows.

His cheeks had flushed slightly, and he couldn't exactly meet your eyes. "I thought it was just the alcohol clouding my judgment, and in combination with all the emotions, and I just—" he shook his head. "It's probably not important, but…"

You bumped your elbow with his. "Jae, you're here. It probably is important."

A small smile curled up onto his face. "Y'know," he began, finally lifting his head to look you in the eyes, "she would have agreed with me and brushed me off."

You knew who the "she" he was talking about was. You frowned. "She was never good enough for you, Hyunjae."

"I know." He sighed. "I just wanna be enough for you though now."

Surprise lit across your face, and you could feel the butterflies in your stomach start to take flight. You couldn't think coherently with his words, and you were probably reading into it too much. The two of you had been away so long that you probably forgot how to read him; there was no doubt that something changed over the past three years, right?

When you failed to find a reply, he shifted slightly, his body facing straight toward you. "I've had a lot of time to think, and the whole time I was with her, I just kept comparing her to you." He stepped closer to you and his hand reached out to tentatively take your fingers with his. "She never measured up; maybe that made me even more bitter for ruining our friendship."

You met his eyes. There was that glimmer of the rich brown like what you'd seen last night. (Your Hyunjae was present and accounted for.) "What… what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that I," he said, fully taking your hands with his, "would like to start over on a slightly different note. But if you don't feel the same, we can start wherever you're comfortable with."

It would be different, you realized. But it would be a good different, right?

You found your voice, curled your fingers around his in the space between you. "Okay."

His smile slowly widened, his eyes squinting into upturned crescent moons. "Okay?"

You nodded, returning the expression. "Let's start over on that different note."

The pizzeria was as alive as usual. It was warm, smelled like tomatoes and cheese and bread, and it was still your home away from home. You had just finished your break and were tying your apron back on when Dae bumped her hip against yours as she passed by with a tray of dirty dishes.

"Your banshees just got in," she said, before disappearing through the kitchen doors.

Your gaze went to the door where you found your five friends, and the additional three, who were filing in altogether. You made eye contact with one person in particular, his smile softening into something fond at the corners of his mouth. He lifted a hand in greeting, grabbing everyone else's attention as they said their hellos to you.

The eight of them made their way over to the round table in the back corner, piling into the chairs around it.

"Waitress! Waitress!" The hyena-like sound set off an alarm in your head and you came over to the table to give Changmin a stink eye. He grinned innocently. "Oh yay, it worked."

You gave him an unimpressed look. "You sound like a chihuahua."

"Joke's on you, I think chihuahuas are cute," he huffed, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest.

You braced your hand on the back of Hyunjae's chair, the other one gently patting the top of his head. He acknowledged your greeting, his hand reaching up to cover yours on the chair back. "What's to drink, y'all?"

A chorus of beverages rang out, and you mentally counted the few repeats and the singles. You promised to be right back, and left to go grab them. As you went, you could hear your boys start up a lively debate about the multipurpose properties of the lemon. You wondered if that was what they had been bickering about on the car ride over here, and you heard Eric say something about lemons for cleaning; Juyeon just said lemonade; and Changmin said for inflicting "more pain." (No, you didn't want to know.)

When you returned to their table to pass out your drinks, you went around, leaving Hyunjae for last. You set his cup of coke in front of him and he passed you a smile.

"You're not gonna dump that on me, are you?" You asked, eyes narrowing playfully.

He grinned. "As long as you don't dump me, we're good."

Sunwoo made a face from across the table. "Yuck, get a room!"

Chanhee smacked him upside the head. "At least they have someone to be yucky with."

"This feels familiar somehow," Kevin pondered aloud. "Like déjà vu."

Jacob shrugged. "Maybe in another universe. I dunno, it seems like something we would have said to Sunwoo at some point."

"Hey!—"

You were halfway through a laugh when Hyunjae caught your attention, twisted around in his chair to smile up at you. "What's up?" You asked him.

His eyes, you could never get sick of his eyes. They glistened in the lighting here. "Nothing," he said swiftly, "I'm just… happy to be here." With you.

You understood, and you caught his hand on the back of the chair and gave him a little squeeze. "I'm happy you're here, too." It seemed that some things were just meant to come full circle.

tbz m.list

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paperwick · 1 year

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Harry Williams and The Red Book

The Moon

Harry's family traditionally cannot perform magic, they inherently lack the ability, but Harry finds a book that he can use to draw magic out of--at a price.

Jacob Moretti in The Magician

Abigail Winston in The High Priestess

#harry #harry williams #the red book #tarot card #the moon #my ocs #my art #2023 #blood #otherworld #tarot

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b00inazkaban · 2 years

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I have no idea what to post but can people give me like ideas for fics for?

Master list: :)

IM NOT USING THIS MASTER-LIST ANYMORE! Head over to my second one on my navigation page and request from that one please and thank you my lovelies!

Who/What I'll write for:

Most kinks,

Fluff,

Angst (I’m not a fan of angst but I’ll still write) ,

Aged-Up characters,

Any/All genders

Poly relationship’s (3 -5 Character’s)

Harry Potter/ Marauders / Fantastic Beasts:

Ron Weasley Hermione Granger Neville longbottom Cedric Diggory Ginny Weasley Fred Weasley George Weasley Blaise Zabini Pansy Parkinson Theadore Nott Luna Lovegood Cho Chang (maybe depends on request) Bill Weasley Fleur Delacour Tom Riddle Mattheo Riddle Nymphadora Tonks Bellatrix Lestrange (Younger and Older) Lucius Malfoy (Younger and Older) Narcissa Malfoy (Younger and Older) Severus Snape (Younger and Older) Sirius Black (Younger and Older) Remus Lupin (Younger an Older) James Potter Peter Pettigrew (maybe and young and with the good fancast(s) Lily Evans Marlene McKinnon Mary McDonald Dorcus Meadowes Newt Scammander Thesus Scammander Jacob Kowalski Sweathearts; Queenie Goldstein Tina Goldstein !Young! Albus Dumbledore Gellert Grindelwald (Mads or Johnny)

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington Johnathan Byers Billy Hargrove Argyle Eddie Munson Nancy Wheeler Chrissy Cunningham Robin (fem aligned only) Eleven Hopper (fluff only) Dustin Henderson (fluff only) Lucas Sinclair (fluff only) Max Mayfield (fluff only) Mike Wheeler (fluff only) Little!mike x Cg!reader; Will Byers (fluff only) Joyce Byers Jim(James) Hopper Enzo Antonov Karen Wheeler Murray Bauman Dr. Alexie Phil Callahan

Marvel/ DC/ Guardians of the Galaxy:

Tony Stark (Ironman) Steve Rogers (Captain America) Bruce Banner (Hulk) Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) Thor Odinson Clint Barton (Hawkeye) Loki Laufeyson (Odinson) Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch) Peitro Maximoff Bucky(James) Barnes Pepper Potts Peter Parker Dr. Stephen Strange Carol Danvers (Captain Marvel) Scott Lang (Ant-Man) Sam Wilson (Flacon) Eddie/Venom Peter Quill Gamora Drax Rocket Yondu Arthur Curry (Aquaman) Orm Marius Barry Allan (Flash)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles:

Leonardo Raphael Donatello Michelangelo April O’Neil Casey Jones

Longmire:

Walt Longmire Victoria Moretti Ferguson Henry Standingbear Cady Longmire Branch Connolly Jacob Nighthorse Mathias

Twilight:

Carlise Cullen Esme Cullen Charlie Swan Jacob Black

Bella Swan

Edward Cullen

Jasper Cullen

Emmet Cullen

Rosile Cullen

Alice Cullen

Flash:

Barry Allen

Cisco Ramon

Harry Wells

Caitlin Snow

Iris West

Julian Albert

Oliver Queen

Captain Cold

Who/what I don’t write for:

Draco Malfoy (Only character I’m so sorry I just can’t write anything for him unless it’s fluff still don't like writing for him tbh)

I won’t write for Rape,

Smut for agere,

Smut for minor x adult

Non-con

Kidnapped (maybe tho depends on character and other things)

A/n: Ik minors are on here and still read stuff so I'm not putting a age warning on here, people don't really read age warnings usually but I'll put age warning on the one with smut or suggestive themes. Also, please make suggestions with enough detail for me to imagine and make something with, and this is a safe-space for any and all genders and agere, thanks have a good day!

#harry potter #marauders #fantastic beasts #marvel #dc universe #walt longmire #stranger things #tmnt bayverse #tmnt fandom #masterlist #fypage #fyp

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morendodifame · 8 months

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gabriel was glad to have all his children here, and he was more than happy to host them and their friends, even if some relationships were more strained than others. he spent most of his day prepping and cooking and welcomed each guest to his home warmly. eventually, they gravitated into the dining room and took their seats for the first course, " everyone good for drinks? "

matteo took a sip from his drink and nodded, offering his thanks before glancing over at riley, his hand slipping over their leg, though the gesture wasn't so subtle, his family weren't exactly strangers to his affection with his partner.

joshua thanked gabriel quietly, looking over at dakota and smiling, he still couldn't quite believe that they were together. he turned his head to look around the table, his eyes lingering on kieran for a brief moment before he looked back at his friend, " I was wondering if I could use your car tomorrow, I have to head to the farm and clear out some stuff. "

jacob was surprised to get the invite, but maybe he shouldn't have been, it seemed isaac and him had fallen easily back into their friendship after isaac came over the night before. he wasn't exactly a stranger to the morettis at any point, but it was nice to see them all. " how long have you been dating? " he found himself making an effort to include kieran's boyfriend in conversation. @scvdycat

#gabriel : threads #joshua : threads #matteo : threads #feat : kieran #feat : dakota #feat : riley #jacob : threads #feat : isaac

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dixory · 1 year

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The Fourth Closet [3]

Fake Charlie

Circus Baby

Elizabeth

Missing Children:

Micheal brooks

Susie Moretti

Cassidy Black

Fritz Morris

Gabriel Gracía

Other Kidnapped Children:

Ron

Alana

Jacob

Lisa

#fnaf au #character design #fnaf design #fake charlie #circus baby #elizabeth afton #missing children #fnaf micheal #fnaf susie #fnaf cassidy #fnaf fritz #fnaf gabriel

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wntrflln · 1 year

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" what do you want me to do ? take a piss test ? “ this wasn’t the first time dakota had been around the morettis or even at the summer home but that was a long time ago and way before dakota ever fell off the wagon and dabbled in some less than legal substances . “ trust me , you’ll know i’m high when i’ve convinced myself i can take jacob or matthias on . “

#dakota convo.#trev start.

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senatushq · 5 months

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“The pain of being alone… is not an easy one to bear.” - Jacob Moretti

For five years The Great Old Ones and The Outer Gods expanded. Demigods around the world were taken hold of, those who swore fealty to them were subjugated, and those who did not were forced to dig in.

The draconic deity and true goddess of death, Tiamat stood at the helm of the Great Old Ones; The Lord of The Deep awoke from the bottom of the sea, the tides churned with his infernal power and from across the Astral more and more of their forces gathered. The Gods that were felled were not cast into Uthenera, instead their judgement was to be scattered, the will of the Graeae but Thanatos’ hands that happily performed the task.

Pelorus with his radar ability found stragglers, humans were the easiest to track down. Renfield had interfaced with The Eye’s network, their information was at his disposal. Additionally, by putting his tentacles into the minds of the halfbloodeds that were captured, he used their powers freely. Technopathy was the least among them, but amplified to its greatest extreme and the result was the unilateral firing of every significant technological weapon at the world’s disposal. Disarmed and reduced to sticks and stones, humanity had little defence against what would come next. Micah transmuted materials constantly as the earth was blanketed in Elysian gold and Otherworldly substances, Rawlins manufactured them endlessly as Eldritch technology was constructed on the fly, Cloe embedded the endless stream of sentinels with undying fealty and allegiance as the Great Old Ones prepared to war with the Seldarine and outlying pantheons once again. Elessar the syphon, took power directly from the paragons below, slowly draining the mortal realm as he did to power the great cities of the end of the world. Ismael brought the animals of the realm under the command of the Great Old Ones, even the squirrels and especially the horses. Blair created hemokinetic weaponry from her blood and the blood of the other trapped humans, all of which wielded by the automatons of The Great Old Ones.

The fey were the first to fall, captured from the battlefield, the chancellor’s and their subjects were planted beneath the blood orchard that Zahrya was so proud of. A primitive form of ambrosia, The Despair sewed the essence of the Laurelin’s single fruit into the earth and watched as the trees began to shine with an ethereal, golden light. Laer, Zahrya, Robin, Aurora, and Davheira were taken first. Meryasek followed as his once-warder died protecting him once again. Logon, Enfenim, Arakhor, Amadeus, Aegnor, and Levent were captured within the first year. Lia and the others in the years that followed. Stitched into the soil, the blood of the fey was not as effective as the elves, but the golden trees turned silver, as Laurelin faded to Telperion.

Five years down the line, mentally broken apart by Marzia, she worked alongside The Great Old One Renfield to bring Trivia under their control while ensuring she remained fully conscious, the tentacles embedded within Trivia’s mind manipulated her body and her power to their will, a necessity given Trivia’s power but ineffectiveness as a vessel. Trivia’s capture spelled the end of Haven, the safe refuge that had been built by Keket and her small force of rebels was revealed under the weight of Trivia’s significant magic, amplifying Pelorus’ radar abilities even further.

Keket was captured by Narcissus, restrained, and bled constantly for her power by The Despair to fuel their dark magic - her undeath sustained through unnatural means. Across the realm, those who'd fallen rose again to fight for The Great Old Ones. Vivianne, a recently minted spartoi, was also captured, while formalities surrounding possession made free will a product of permitting a Great Old One to take hold, a smaller version of the device used previously to turn off the promethean flame, fabricated by the imprisoned halfbloodeds, was used to erase the former Oracle’s individuality entirely. The ideal vessel for Tiamat’s daughter, Demetria possessed the woman that was once Vivianne. Meryasek was pulled from the ground, a daemonfey chosen as a vessel, Meryasek was broken in the same way as the former Oracle, his body given to Tiamat’s son, Mordukhavar.

Echion, Udaeus, and Hyperenor were sentinels among The Great Old Ones. Narcissus was having an eternal debate with himself as Luna brought forth the absent forces from the Abyss; Harellan controlled the legions of illithids that poured in. An empire of dark allegiance, more powerful than they had ever been before. The Despair's power flooded the depths of the realm and the Otherworld as serpents rose from their graves. Blessed with good fortune by Caio, The Great Old Ones and The Outer Gods could not lose. The Bottle, a great amalgamation of horror, was a mountain of nouns: people, places and things that rolled across the realm simply consuming and adding flesh and bone to its wretched mass of nightmares. Soren the impervious and the paralytic hunted those alongside Komos, the burning star that tore across the realm incinerating cities, monuments, and anything that resembled the former, dying world.

Where Rome once stood, the palace of the dragons and The Great Old Ones rose, Forsaken Rome, towering and gleaming. Above it the flying city of True Death, at the draconic city's core above, the Goddess Tiamat reigned supreme. Demetria served faithfully at her mother’s side alongside Mordukhavar. Starved and disrespected at every turn, Pluto’s magic was restrained by manacles making him undying but mortal in every other way. He served at the feet of the great draconic deities, filing their nails, scrubbing their scales, and picking the necrotic bodies of vampires from their teeth. Tiamat let her children do whatever they wished, the punishments unending and indicative of the wrath of a Dragon Goddess. Lilith planted hopelessness in his mind, in time the original vampire gave up entirely, any fight that remained within him died.

Enraged by everything, Remus gave in to the rampant thoughts of the myriad of monsters that flowed through his veins. Every creature that came across his path only made him stronger, he’d kill everyone, and he’d destroy everything just because he wanted to. Just because of what they’d taken from him. His hide was too strong to be pierced by glass, he couldn’t be affected by anything anymore, every strength compensated for some perceived weakness. The Great Old Ones knew that he could not be killed, and wherever they sent him he could just become stronger. Using Trivia like a puppet, the original witch cast Remus into the furthest depths of the Abyss, The Void: a space of absolute nothingness outside time and space where the First Terror would tumble and fall for eternity.

Found by Pelorus in the Otherworld, the necronomicon had served its purpose and Tiamat had no desire to share in her power with the Great Old One within, betraying it entirely, she had Komos destroy it alongside Tepiltzin. Pythia was captured and brought to Forsaken Rome with the siblings that she’d helped to release from the Inferno. The archfiends were meant to be respected, feared, and revered, now instead they served at the behest of deities once more.

The begrudging generals of Tiamat’s armies: Lucifer, Beelzebub, Pythia, Sathanas, Asmodeus, and Megaera controlled the great legions of demons that patrolled Forsaken Rome and the surrounding countryside. Hunted by Harellan; Tisiphone, Viktor, Virgil, Isla, and Evan were cut down. Soren butchered Uriel, Grayson, and Harlow. Assan killed Hazal, and forced Aren to fight Octavian to the death, killed by the phoenix, Aren was denied an afterlife as his brother consumed his soul like he had Dionaeia's. Pelorus, the great hunter, was responsible for the hunt and capture of countless, among those he killed personally were Jamie, Aurea, and Aelia. Udaeus killed the dopple KJ and Yasmin, Calista, Valentina, and Remi. Narcissus talked Tripp to death while Luna killed both Adrian and Nikolai; Echion cut down Hazal and Sariel while Hyperenor killed Angel and Ariston expeditiously.

The war had broken Anders’ already fragile mind, Dante was killed, Nicolas was torn apart by infinite killer bees, and the Tana Pack had been wiped out; he lost everything. Anders lost the ability to change back into a man, Lycaon and his pack of wild dogs outlasted the rest of the world. Violent and unruly, bloodthirsty and savage. Lucas, a madman, Regina heartbroken and devastated, hateful Otsana, shattered Eric, and ruined Romeo: they’d survived the devastation of The Eye but had been broken by the war instead. Trapped in lycan form, unable to control themselves, Lycaon’s pack was a blight and a scourge. Their bite could poison and weaken even the Great Old Ones, their minds were resistant to magic and united together they were a force to be reckoned with.

Pulled from the field and brought to the Demonweb Pits, Evanuris took the Matron of all Mothers, Nyloth: this war was not the first war to be lost, and The Weaver’s displeasure in Queen Ayi’ig had been evident from the moment that The Handmaiden arrived. But there was one woman that Lloth still favoured, one among countless, a diamond amidst useless coal: Nyloth. It was within that the Matron underwent her dark sacrament, Lloth permitted the drow to feast on her flesh and join her in the Abyss. It was here that they would continue to weave and continue to plan, Lloth’s true intentions impossible to discern from only a few simple strands.

At the fall of the realm, Faerinaal had no interest in remaining for a doomed cause. Perhaps he’d arrived at the Court of Drow too late, but it didn’t matter now, the Founder slipped into the Underdark and would serve his own blade until Lloth called to him once more. An exile among the high elves, Circe had few options now, she was a friend of the fey but she would not suffer the same fate as they. There were many realms within the Otherworld and many paths, the light elf chose to take her chances and left the mortal realm behind, choosing to leave with the refugees.

So, this was the end of the world? It didn’t look like how Lucretia imagined it would, but at least before the big bombs started dropping she’d hoarded enough alcohol to sedate even a dragon for fifteen years. When she’d fallen from the tower she should have stayed dead, she didn’t though. It was there in a broken heap of mangled flesh and bones that she had come back together, Lucretia could still shift and there was a time where the aspect remained solely in the form of a dragon. These Great Old Ones were pretty fucked, she hadn’t seen any of this coming, hadn’t known that all of her friends would die and she’d be left alone here to rot. Her girlfriend was gone, wasn’t that just a bitch? If anyone was looking towards her to play the part of an unlikely hero, then they needed to look again.

It was only after Octavian had killed his one-hundredth druid that he realised there was no point in taking their souls, his power would not increase. Hundreds of traits and too many minds to put straight swam within his own but through the mania the mad phoenix knew that his power was tied indelibly to the necronomicon. He’d destroyed it and destroyed a part of himself in the process, he’d weakened it and weakened himself in the process, but it was out there somewhere. Octavian didn’t want it, he needed it, needed it to feel complete again, and needed it to settle the rampant thoughts that screamed around inside his skull.

Taken into the stars, there were countless places for Yavie and Hayliel to hide. The Blessed were almost all dead now, Lamia was dead, Somniar was dead, and Severon was turned into tree fuel. There was no reason to remain in the mortal realm… Farenduil, Meryasek and Zahrya though… And Yavie supposed Robin too, they were still in danger. Atarniel and Adatiel, Hayliel thought the two of them were okay so he didn’t want to just leave them to die. There wasn’t anything about the mortal realm that was luxurious anymore, so while the two could have drank margaritas at the end of the world, they prepared to save their friends and family instead.

Within the Otherworld, deep within the fallen Court of Drow, the mechs that had defected took to tinkering. They were resistant to magic and could compensate for any divine power thrown at them, for fourteen years they operated beneath Pelorus’ detection, and for fourteen years they grew their forces. Expanding and growing, until one day the Clockwork race of autonomous machines emerged from the Otherworld and immediately began to lay siege across the Otherworld. They built facilities that deprived the Duat from consuming the souls, organic life couldn’t be reconsecrated and as more and more were wiped out by the machines, life began to fade entirely.

Over the course of a single year the Clockwork expanded a great deal, the spellplague had no effect on them, and the machines had evolved to a point where nearly all spells were ineffective. Into the Underdark they grew, they stretched into the mortal realm by hidden ways far below the earth’s mantle. Their great mining facility within the Court of Drow had drilled down into the Paragon itself, it was there that they harvested the creature dry and slaughtered the legions of goblins within.

Organic life in the Otherworld would soon come to an end, without significant opposition, they expanded without any impediments: into what was once the Inferno, and into the empty fields of Elysium, Elysia, and even as far as Hyperborea. In time, all of Faerûn would be theirs and the World Tree would be purged of natural life, the age of the Clockwork had begun.

The Great Old Ones sealed themselves within the mortal realm, it was here that the Clockwork were constantly trying to break through, and it was here that Trivia was made to keep them out.

At the fall of Haven, a new rebellion was born amidst the survivors in the catacombs beneath Forsaken Rome. Under Titania’s leadership, she appointed Melpomene, Mars, Venus, and Juno as her generals. What fey remained were brought into the fold, though the sole survivors of the mortal realm were gathered here. Rainer, Kaan, Sanem, Eoin, Nirvaan, Gaybe, Tamlen, Emory, Nathaniel, Adatiel, Ayla, Felandaris, Ezekiel, Zagreus, Prometheus, Esme, Marisol, Andruil, Cedric, Atarniel, Rhovanor, Serissa, Gael, and Xerxes. Soul survivors that had mostly retained their mental faculties.

Sanem was the Future, a brilliant genius without any living equal. Felandaris’ mastery of shadow magic meant there was very little that the Architect could not accomplish. Tamlen, a celestial elf, was possessed with an unlimited supply of magic, though he’d learned that there were limits to what even he could do. Titania, Melpomene, Juno, Venus, and Mars were resolved to save their people no matter the cost, and as the Architect proposed an idea, they all went to work. A structure fit to hold a primordial God, a vessel powerful enough to contain him, a spell detailed and strong enough to summon him, and enough time to complete all of these things. Five years in Haven fell, and it would be another ten years beneath Forsaken Rome until the rebels’ plan could come to fruition.

Far above Pelorus was always searching, his radar ability alone was difficult to disrupt, but the rebels scavenged the realms for what they could dismantle and find. Prometheus the thief and the trickster, the vampires who lived would take what they could and return it to be repurposed. Emory and Eoin with spells to shield their presence, Marisol there to comfort those that remained at the end of the world. The last of the reapers, her fellow spirits had all either chosen to retire or were captured and forced to; Death had come but still Marisol and Adatiel remained. Kaan, powerless and mortal remained, a cynic at the end of the world.

From the presence of the illithids Rhovanor was able to shield those closest to him, make them all but invisible with his psionic magic. Nirvaan, Tamlen, Xerxes, Rainer, Ayla, Ezekiel, Atarniel, Serissa, Esme, Zagreus, Andruil, Nathaniel, Melpomene, Mars, and Titania were the last warriors at the end of the world. Nothing came without sacrifice so for years the rebels would fight and they would toil, the plan was driven from antiquity, one that had been enacted so many times before. Though, never to this degree. Felandaris’ strategy was a hail mary: Sisyphus had trapped Thanatos in his own chains, and Ulthar had once been tied up in ropes with many knots. There was one God that had been freed that was older than both of these deities combined: Time.

A vessel laid far below the city, abandoned and forgotten in the bowels of necromanteion. Cthonius’ corpse, preserved, lay waiting. Clockwork machines scratched at the boundary to the mortal realm, trying desperately to break through, and within the orchards around Forsaken Rome, the elves were begging to be freed. One final battle to distract The Great Old Ones while they worked, and through Cronus' resurrection they would either bring everyone back, or they would destroy him and the timeline completely. Three things were needed: Keket's freedom, Trivia's freedom, and Cthonius' corpse. And, at long last, the fey would be pulled from the Garden.

ooc info:

Here is a definitive list of the survivors.

Lycans listed in Lycaon's pack are still playable, but they're crazy and trapped in wolf form.

Please use the next ten days to wrap up any character deaths, and finish up any old event threads wherever possible. The world state will be permanently changed as of the 20th. Old threads are still allowed and even encouraged, just be mindful that this will all be over soon.

#senatus.theend #senatus.viii #senatus.event #senatus.plot

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thegrimalldis · 11 months

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Ingrid and Jacob’s marriage is basically like Henry Tudor and Elizabeth of York’s marriage (Houses of Lancaster and York, aka War of the Roses), bringing two rival families into one 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Lol!!! You did say Ingrid!! And this is hilarious 🤣🤣 the grimalldis and the morettis uniting monaca under one marriage but like 200 years too late 💀

#grimalldiask

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thenightmareclub · 1 year

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20. In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?

Byron: He's very quick to point out how people contribute to harmful patterns, and he certainly does that to validate himself. He's not very prone to self-criticism, but he does admire other people or figures such as poets, philosophers and revolutionaries. At his most frustrated, he looks to them and feels like he isn't doing enough to change the world.

Jacob: Self-validation and self-criticism are what Jacob does in almost equal measure. For most of his life he was (relatively) free of troubles, and would often attribute that to his quality moral standing. If others were just less lazy, sinful, drunk, disorganized, ect, then they could be at 'peace' like him. However, he also compares himself to other clergy and saints, and constantly feels inadequacy. Others make it seem so effortless to maintain purity of character, and he feels like he struggles all of the time. Now that he's a Ginterghast, he's trying to compare himself to others, and to Charlotte to try and figure out what his future could look like.

#rp shit #byron blacksmoke #jacob moretti

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hi kristen do u have any suggestions of newday people to follow on twitch? im burnt out on nopixel. thx

I sure do!! There's a lot here, so bear with me. There are more I follow on Twitch, but this is the main core that are either super consistent with streaming or stream multiple days a month here and there.

This list is v long, so more after the jump!

SirPeterLong - He plays a whole arsenal of characters including Marshal Brandon Davis, Peter Long, and beloved SBS crim Doris. He has been maining Davis for a while, but all his characters are great. He recently created a character that is a nomad in Black Lotus, one of the motorcycle gangs on the server. Definite follow

gh03tf0x - He plays multiple characters, usually trying to hit a hour each on most of them during a stream. His characters include Corporal Mikey Dale of the BCSO who is what you would absolutely expect from an American loving "county boy", Kiyoshi Okazaki who is a terrifying member of the Shoguns, a gang who usually hang near Trooper PD, and Nico Purr, what I like to describe as a furry who loves to ransack cars. I'm subbed to ghost too.

WhatMuppet - He has been splitting his streams with the first half being RP and the second half usually CSGO or something like that. Muppet plays 3 characters that are all important to the city in their own way. He plays Trooper Commissioner Barry Hill, someone who can be a fucking bozo, but is fiercely loyal to his Troopers. Christopher Pringle, a gambling addicted con-man who owns the Tuner Shop. Muppet hasn't played him recently, but Chris is my favorite. Finally, he also plays Trenton Sharp. Trenton is the middle man for a lot of the gangs in the city to push items. He has a couple other friends, one I'll mention later, but he's goofy af.

TheToastIsBroken - He plays recently promoted Deputy Alexander Atlas of the BCSO. He's still super new to being a deputy, but he's trying his best, and that is all we can really say about him. His streams are super cozy if you don't want to deal with chat too.

Broghaen - His main character is a "good ol boy" named Briar Dow, who is a Deputy with the BCSO. He is very much a county boy, but he's goofy af. He has a very sunny attitude to fuck up criminal scum. He hasn't been seen much lately because Broghaen is building a house from the bottom up for his family. He has been documenting it on his Twitter of the same name, and it's actually really interesting to follow along.

Pwnsi - He plays Officer Frank DeLuca of the LSPD. DeLuca always has a goal of trying to best his last shift in the number of citations he can issue. His streams are super cozy, and Pwnsi is very soft spoken when it comes to his streams. Great watch though!

Full0ut - His main is a Corporal in the LSPD named Frank Barnes. He usually plays during degen hours so I rarely get to watch him. He has a crim that is big in the racing scene on the server too, but I've barely seen them.

MajorAimless - He plays a Trooper named Junior Major. Major is a FTO god during EU hours. His shifts where he rides with Stevens are pure comedy too. All around great cop. Also the streamer has a doggo cam for his puppers.

Roczok - His main is a cop named Rocko Moretti. Moretti is a Senior Officer in the LSPD. He rarely streams, but he is great. Def watch when he is live.

FrostBite_408 - He plays Sgt. Jon Rose of the BCSO. His streams are super cozy. Rose is as the Lt. Governor said "a man ho." He's super affectionate at the briefings too. Great cop and a great streamer.

LtSlyTV - He plays Corporal Alejandro Garcia of the BCSO. He has been away from streaming for a while. I think he is on LOA from ND rn too, but Garcia is a great character and I personally would love to see more streams from him.

Homesikh - He plays two of my favorite characters on the server. He plays MCD Sergeant Kyle Jacobs. Kyle can be spotted a lot of the time going undercover to bust drug dealers or helping the other cops by taking out SKs before they attack again. Kyle flies under the radar a lot, and he got named Best Detective by the MCD. He had his picture in the briefing room and everything. Homesikh also plays Larry Tate, the ruthless but kind President of the Black Lotus MC. Due to some unfortunate events, Larry was quick to go from Road Captain to President. Homesikh rarely streams, but it's a treat to watch both characters when he does.

ESUChiefCraig - He plays Dr. Craig. A grumpy, whiskey loving doctor at Pillbox. He is great at what he does, but is currently taking a break from streaming the server.

icecakeX - He plays Damon Pierce. Damon can be seen a lot during degen hours hanging with his best friend Xavier Steele. He has been MIA for a while. He also plays Devon Mason, a member of the DDMC. He only recently got back into streaming, but his streams are always great to watch.

stitchybird - She plays 3 different characters on the server. One is Senior Deputy Stephanie Lindore. She is out on motor a lot and loves to backup her boyfriend, Trooper Santino Forte's calls. Santino wants to go further with her, so maybe it'll be fiancee soon. She plays Bella Rivera of the Vagos, who I rarely see. She also plays Daphne Valentino, a member of Blvkout, a fun loving criminal who loves her motorbikes and loves losing PD with them as well. She streams every once in a while, but she's great.

KL33SI - She plays Emily Campos, who is now Emily Ducksworth. She is a Sergeant in the LSPD. Emily is an adrenaline junkie who gives zero fucks. She is a badass who deserves her spot in PD, despite what anyone says. Emily is a tomboy who loves surfing, skateboarding, and anything with a large risk of fucking up, like BASE jumping. She is often found at the high stress situations PD deal with, because that is where she shines. She recently, finally, married her longtime boyfriend Andrew Ducksworth, who is also part of PD. I'm pretty sure the entire server was happy when they finally got married. Her streams are regular and are very positive. Def watch and follow.

Cyyph3rNights - Cyypher plays 2 characters. One is Dom who is a member of the Shoguns. The other is a new Deputy of the BCSO named Jay Harrington. He usually plays degen hours, so I rarely get to watch a full stream of his, but he follows me on Twitter, so he's p cool lmao

HankTeVe - He plays MCD Detective Blake Taylor. He is great at what he does. He is around whenever. Sometimes he streams early EU time, and other times, he is around prime-time US shift fucking crims up with Director Lane. He rarely streams, but he's great if you love detective shit.

PlaguedMidnight - He plays one of my personal favorites on the server, Chester. Chester is a newer deputy with the BCSO. Chester is goofy af, but he has quickly shown he is an asset to the PD. When he isn't doing county shit up north, he is pestering Marshal Davis. Sgt Solace paired Chester and Briar together, and it was chaotic in the best way. Absolute worth taking your time to watch his streams. He is quite regular with streaming too.

ni_doll - She plays Officer/Deputy Rhoades. She is based out Europe, so she streams super early for me, but she is a lovely streamer and she does commissions too. Her twitter is lovely

theWhimsicalWizard - MY GIRLLLL!! She plays 2 main characters. One is MCD Detective Calliope Maxwell. She is the sister to Craig Maxwell, who is in the LSPD. Calliope is absolutely amazing at what she does. Whimsy's detective streams are always a joy to watch. Calliope spends a lot of time with Detective Kyle as well. The two of them are a great one-two punch when it comes to detective shit. She also plays a member of Black Lotus, but I've never been able to catch her crim streams. Her twitter is great (she follows me too lmao)

Shace616 - He plays Dr. Adrik Nelson. His stuff is normal hospital/doctor streams. It's not for everyone, but I do find his stuff cozy to watch. Shace works fulltime too, so his streams come and go in spurts.

SleepyWolf_ - He plays Trooper Brian Miller, a Sergeant. I don't get to watch much of him because he is very EU time, and I'm either at work or sleeping when he streams. What streams I do get to watch, he is an absolute joy to watch. He usually hangs around with Major if Major isn't riding with a Cadet or Stevens.

t3r0 - He plays Campos' better half, Andrew Ducksworth. "Ducky" as he is lovingly called around PD is a FTO god. The majority of PD has been brought up from Ducky in one way or another. Cops that have been brought up by Ducky are his Ducklings, but he never mentions the cute name. Ducky leads by example, and a lot of the PD aspire to be like Ducky. When he isn't riding with Cadets, he is riding with Emily. His stream is very, very good. t3r0 also does a lot of stuff to promote mental wellness and his streams are very LGBT friendly as well. Very good watch!!

xGUNii - He plays Sergeant Joey Solace. He is Commissioner Hill's current right hand man. He is a very good cop who knows when to be silly af and when to be serious. He also helps with training. A lot of the Marshals keep pestering Barry asking when he is going to promote Joey to Lt. When he's not riding with Cadets, Joey is likely riding with Barry. He also plays Cody Styles, who is best friends with Trenton Sharp. Hilarity and shenanigans are bound to happen when they're together. Absolute joy to watch, and I'm subbed to him.

TwoZeroThree - He plays the very abrasive Trooper Ignazio DiNozzo. DiNozzo pushes the line to see how much he can get away with before going over that line. Crims absolutely hate him. Many crims on the server would agree that the word "prick" would be best to describe DiNozzo. He use to be Commissioner Hill's right hand man before he retired. The retirement lasted all of 2 weeks at most.

slouchybear - He plays 2 main characters on the server. One is the leader of the Vagos - Pancho who is a cop hating, badass motherfucker that you don't want to mess with. He is loyal to his fellow gang members. His other character is one of my personal favorites. He plays Marshal Jean Boudreaux, who is Thor but if Thor was from the deep South. Jean is super loyal to his girlfriend and to his fellow Marshals. He is one of Marshal Davis' close comrades and was the former Undersheriff of the BCSO.

There are more, but a lot of the server doesn't stream. It's what people on the server call a "9 to 5 server." A lot of people stream or play on the server for hobby, but I would suggest to check the hasroot as well.

#shut up kristen #messages #newday rp

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