Slices of who I am

Hello! 👋🏻 Like I said above…Been a fan of Stranger Things since season 1. Saw Eddie and fell hard for him & Joe. Steve’s arch is by far one of my fav bits of the show. There are so many…so many amazing Steve fanfics out there.

Never felt the need write one. That said, I do enjoy Joe Keery’s work. Most recently…Fargo Season 5 & Marmalade! Can’t wait to see Finally Dawn. That said, Fargo Season 5…his character Gator Tillman…has me in a strangle hold.

The Past Follows Like a Shadow

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This story is an AU to Fargo Season 5.

Gator Tillman…had a childhood friend who turned into a girlfriend till his dad put the kibosh to it. That girl is back in town. What will that mean for Gator…what will it mean to her??

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A Space Journey

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Tyler Harrison, is a tough salvager working and & living on Jackson Star Mining Colony. He’s there with family and friends…and his girl. The company reaches out… enjoy!

18+ themes. Angst, Fluff & Smut

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You continued to mumble incoherently. Though seeing that the tears had finally ceased gave a small respite. Whatever was ailing you perhaps was finally beginning to leave you.

He looked at Amina as she approached,

"Gather me a jug of fresh cool water, clean clothes.”

“Yes, is there anything se you wish to have?”

He chew the inside of his cheek, he gave a curt nod.

“Gather the Pontifex, along with the needed incense, grain and an array of lambs.”

Her eyes grew.

“Get them now. The cool water first, bring it to our chambers. We need to show Juno, that we are grateful and seek her to care, to look upon our empress and her unborn child."

"Yes, Geta." She kept her head low.

“Have the others begin to light candles, the lanterns. Several of them. With the pontifex at my side we will carry out her tribute; inform him that it is of grave importance as his emperor, husband to empress that I carry out this duty."

“As you wish.”

***********

His love, his care that he had for you made the task of bringing you the chambers easy. Once there he laid you on the bed. He undid the palla that was around your waist and loosened the stola. There had been a warm, even hot days since had been given the gift of the gods to have know you, and it was now with what had deemed to plague you that a sheen of an unhealthy sweat made these garments cling to you. It displeased him.

A sharp knock cracked through silent chambers.

“Enter.” He answered it.

Looking, he saw Amina with her head bowed. “The haste pleases me.” He gesture to the table near him. “Leave them here. And go forth and being haste to the rest of what is needed.”

“Shall I not attended to the empress?”

“Are you questioning me?”

“No, sire.”

“The go and bring haste to what else is needed then you may retrieve me.”

“As you wish.”

*******

He laid a ringed hand on the swell of your stomach. He drew close to it. Gently, he caressed it.

“Child, my child. Her child, Roman’s child. We love you.” He felt a soft flutter. “Yes, child rest. But we are here and we await your arrival with steady hearts.”

He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against the gentle swell, when another soft flutter reached him. He pressed a kiss.

“I shall attend to your mother.”

Another flutter reached him. He felt as if the child let him know it was in good spirits despite what was plaguing their mother.

“Be good in health and be good to her.” He whispered before sitting up.

The cloth darkened as it began to hold the water. He twisted it in his hands, the excess water falling and filling the bowl under it.

Gently, he grazed your brow, your crimson flushed cheeks and your lips that had grown a sickly pale pink; much like a flower petal about drop from its twisted and long since dried dead stem. The sight of you such as this twisted his heart like he had just done to the cloth.

Your murmurs finally faded, yet the breathes your body pulled to it, were deep.

He did this, not pausing not ceasing till saw your lashes flutter.

“Petal. It is I Geta, my lyrical Petal?”

He placed the cloth in the bowl, the heat that had been strong was beginning to fade.

Your brow furrowed.

“Petal?” He brushed some hair from your brow.

Your lashes fluttered once again, you blinked. Your eyes were calm, no anguish darkened them.

“Hello.” He said softly.

Your hand soft and cool found his cheek.

“What is it bothers you?”

He laid the cloth in the bowl, drawing your hand firmly against his cheek. He closed his eyes. A soft bubble of a chuckle came from his belly.

“I am well, my petal. It is you that had taken an ailment.” He squeezed his eyes.

“I am sorry.”

Your soft voice, reached his ears. A calmness fell over him like a shadow from a mighty tree. His anguish over seeing you as thus began to clear.

“No apologies needed. A cloud of eclipse came over you. You are better now. That pleases me.”

He opened his eyes. Your face as fresh as a blossom. You were here once again beside him. He pressed a kiss to your palm.

*******

He left you resting in the chambers you shared. As he drew closer, a strength began to fill him. He knew what he was about to undertake. Quietly he murmured the prayers, he wished to reach Juno flowed his lips. He reached into the depths of all he felt.

Since had returned to the royal domus, the night had turned cool. Had Juno come down on a cloud, to take witness of the tribute he wished to bestow upon her. He hoped for that to be the truth of it.

The bleating of the lambs reached him, greeted him before he was before them. Many still and even grew quieter upon his arrival. Relief filled him as he saw his most trusted of the guards stood close holding lanterns high so that light in expanse before him was not from the mighty Luna who had chosen to return this night.

The air was spicy as it swirled taking a hold of the incense that glowed from the sharp flames that ignited them. Amina remained at the entrance, a Pontifex with a bowed head, knelt before him. Ushering him to where he had to step to. It was there, he gave him a bowl that held grains of vivid and fresh golden yellow grains.

“Sire, it is first we offer them a plentiful meal of these grains. For a domus, is to nurture those who live and grow in one.”

“Yes.”

He took the bowl and with gentle steps, he sprinkled and held out open palms to all the lambs that had been gathered. He was comforted that none had been snipped or snappy at the hand that he had offered them.

The man that gave him a jug, worn but filled with a soft scarlet color of a mild wine.

“Here you shall offer wine, allowing Juno to fell welcome in this domus. That you are pleased to have her among you and to protect all that is in the domus.”

Careful, he gently poured some small offerings onto the head of the lambs before he returned a filled the final portion and knelt before the relief you had made in gratitude of her when he had become emperor. It was there he knelt, not only as the emperor of Rome but as a husband that truly felt and called out for care and protection of his wife and unborn child. He finished the wine never allowing his gaze to move from her.

He then took the bowl of the vividly colored petals, going to the alter he sprinkled them. May they grace the mighty, and strong Juno he prayed.

The Pontifex then unwrapped the unmarred, soilless fabric that covered the blade that would bring the lambs to the heavens. He swallowed. It had been many a year since such a sacrifice would be split upon his hands.

With each one he knelt before it, he murmured a prayer and the carried out the act. Splashed from their essences covered his hands, his face and the fabrics that were wrapped around him.

Standing, he once again went over to Juno’s relief. There he laid the blade as his own sacrifice to her.

Walking the few steps to the Pontifex, he swallowed. “May the bits of the entrails be laid there with the blade I laid there. The bones are to be burned to ash. And those are to be sprinkled upon the entrails and the blade.

Once again the man bowed. “Yes, my sire.”

He then continued. “You may carry to the temple in which you reside, half of the good meats that can be roasted and cooked.”

The Pontifex bowed humbly. “That shows and is a great kindness to bestow upon me. Thank you, my sire.”

He nodded. He walked up to Amina. “Divide the remaining portions to the guards and those in the kitchen. As a new dawn shall be upon us soon. We shall all feast upon it.”

******

He stripped himself of the cloths splattered during the sacrifice, with the residues of the ailment that had befallen you. Nude unashamed; he handed them to the servant who stood with the guard before the entrance of the bath.

“Have them burned and brought to the alter.”

“Yes, sire.”

*******

The water felt good. He just chose to sit there. Letting his body feel the cool water. He immersed himself before once again before simply sitting there. Not wanting the feel of others he used to oils. He used strigil. He wanted to be refreshed, cleansed to whatever had wanted to plague you, and him. When he returned to you the purity of the sacrifice would be complete.

Soft clothes, silently had been placed on a bench where the strigil laid. He was relieved they all knew to not to disturb him with all that was being taken care. With the guard some steps behind, he gave him a nod of respect. Then entered the champers and slid the lock into place.

Finding, you in a peaceful sleep. He pulled a blanket aside and finally climbed in. Settling in, he was about to pull you to him when with a soft sound you did so. He had never imagined wanting anything of the sort. But you with your words that were laced with poetry and a beauty and rivaled the art of the ancients; once again he allowed himself to feel grateful for what had been blessed upon, given to him from the gods.

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