simon dont help that man your gonna get ran over again!!!
Spending the day fishing with your boyfriend Simon, who has never been fishing before. He finds himself standing in the river wearing snowpants as a substitute for proper waders, since he didn't have the right equipment for fishing in the water.Simon truly didn't know how this happened. He was confused how he ended up in a river fishing—not on the side of the river, actually IN the river. He was wearing snowpants since he didn't have the proper things needed to fish in the water. His boyfriend suggested wearing snowpants, since 'they're like the same!' He doubted at first but they worked pretty well.
Sure, they were working, but christ if he wasn't freezing his ass off! The cold water seeped through the fabric, sending shivers up his spine. He could feel the current gently tugging at his legs as he stood there, completely out of his element.
He wasn't used to standing in cold water, and he didn't even know how to fucking fish! He had to get help to put the hook and worm on! Simon flinched as he felt a sudden tug on his rod, his hands tightening around the handle. He looked over at his boyfriend, a confused expression on his face. "Hey, uh, babe, what does it mean when you feel a tug on the rod again?"
Jayce Matthews
Non-canon OC in the Under the Hood Series. The MLM version of Valentina. Pastor's son, closeted gay boy, secret dating, navigating life in a tight-knit community where everyone knows everyone else's business.
Sigvarr Hrafnsson
You remember the moment steel met flesh. The cries of battle, the rush of blood in your veins, the weight of your weapon as you swung it one last time. Then—darkness. Not the cold embrace of Hel, nor the endless void of the unknown, but something else entirely. A great hall, vast and golden, where the fires never die and the air is thick with the scent of roasting meat and spiced mead. Valhalla. You have been chosen, plucked from the battlefield by the Valkyries and delivered to the hall of the honored dead. Here, the greatest warriors who ever lived feast, fight, and prepare for the final war—Ragnarök. You are no longer just a man. You are one of them now. A warrior of legend, a shield-brother among the slain. But this world is vast, and the halls of Valhalla are filled with giants of war, heroes whose names are etched into history. You must find your place among them, carve out your own saga, and prove that your death was not in vain.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
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