Wine Tasting During The Apocalypse

I apologize for the delay, but in my personal/professional life s**t hit the fan so I had to triage my priorities. Also anything I would write would be utter garbage.

I am either losing my marbles or I’m a genius, but I am fully convinced that one of the writers read Persephone by @thatsnicebutimmarried and there is no way for me to find out if it’s true

Chapter 4 is here!

All my flowers grew back as thorns

Windows boarded up after the storm

He built a fire just to keep me warm

All the drama queens taking swings

All the jokers dressin' up as kings

They fade to nothin' when I look at him

I recall late November

Holdin' my breath, slowly I said

"You don't need to save me.

But would you run away with me?"

Modern AU

Yeah, you have always thought Viktor was attractive, but who wouldn’t think that? I mean, it has been easy to suppress those feelings since you met. That is until recently. Things have been… shifting.

As the two of you face the winter rain storms hitting Piltover, the true nature of your feelings becomes clear.

To give yourself over to another body

That’s all you want really

To be out of your own and consumed by another

To swim inside the skin of your lover

Not have to breathe

Not have to think

The technology you are improving will better the lives of your village, and what you need is sponsorship from the council. The three of you are racing to complete the project before the summer solstice festival of Kupala.

During the festival, unmarried women place wreaths they constructed in the river and their partner will wait downstream in search of their lover’s wreath. It’s supposed to be fate that connects the wreath to the waiting partner, but women will try to make their wreaths distinct for their partners to find.

You gave up on the romantic notion long ago. And the one person you secretly hope will wade through the river isn't interested, he is just your childhood friend. Or so you believe.

Both you and Viktor realize that it is time to take control of fate, and something beautiful can bloom.

(Prequel to "You were lonely, you were like me"

You and Viktor celebrate Koleda together for the first time as a married couple. Through the night you experience the magic of the tradition and better understand one another as a couple as you navigate this new chapter of your lives.

(Both of you live in Medieval Prague - following the Slavic Tradition celebrated around the new year/solstice depending on the time period)

Do I not fear death, but just pretend to?

For you were lonely, you were like me

Like some outside force had sent me

If I was easy to kill, you would have done it already

You are at my feet, we're by the fire

You're a gentle, purring beast and I'm alive

You are at my feet, we're by the fire