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writers-revolt528 · 1 year ago

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A HPHM Story: He's Back

:*Spoilers*:

1989

Chapter One

Alan stood staring into the eyes of a vibrant personality within a portrait: his brother. " Alan can you let me out, please" Alan let him out, the young man jumped from the paiting and dusted himself off, he hugged Alan, " I've missed you so much, what have you been up to these past years?" Jacob asked excitedly, "looking for you" his younger sibling answered flatly. Jacob frowned and looked his younger brother in the eyes, " what's wrong?" He asked, " your skin, it's so pale, what happened to you?" Alan asked, Jacob shrugged the question off, " time doesn't pass in that portrait, so I drank a bad potion before coming into the vault with Rakepick... Rakepick! Alan, she is evil don't let her get to you-" Alan cut him off " I knew that already, she attacked us on the way here" Jacob looked shocked, "that bitch!" He started to walk off towards the entrance of the room. "Where are you going?" Alan asked, "I'm going off to kill that bitch," just then Alan's friends walked into the room, " what the fuck?" Merula said shocked to see Jacob just standing there, the rest of the group was in similar shock and awe. " I'll be back soon, and properly introduce myself, but for now I have to go" Jacob said, then he apparated away. No one seemed to notice but in his place there was an envelope, which Alan quickly picked up and hid...

Back at Hogwarts Alan sat in Ravenclaw common room with Tulip, " alright, if this is something dangerous, and I die, I need you to take care of what we're dealing with, okay?" "Alright" Tulip said nonchalantly, Alan opened the envelope, inside was a wand, he pulled it out, "what? Whose wand is this" inside the envelope was a note, Alan read it aloud,

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Ashe

I am sorry for the unfortunate accident leading to your son's death, but in an effort to perserve his memory, I am mailing you his wand, once again, my condolences.

Sincerely,

Jacob Morrissey

"He was probably going to mail it after he investigated the vault, but didn't get chance to" Tulip inquired, Alan analyzed the wand, " so this is Duncan's wand" Alan felt an uneasy feeling, just before he passed out, Tulip ran over to Alan, "Alan! Oh shit.

Alan's mind was transported to the Hogwarts grounds, it was a cloudy day, and there in front of him was Jacob standing around, "Jacob! What's going on here" Jacob looked as if he heard nothing, " don't ignore me Jacob" still no answer, " can you not hear me" all of a sudden Jacob spoke up. "Oliver how are you?" Alan turned to see another Hogwarts student: a Hufflepuff walk towards Jacob and him. " I'm fine, thanks, let's walk a bit," the two walked with Alan close behind, they didn't talk about anything important, mostly how last night's quidditch match was a close one. They made it to a secluded area just outside the Forbidden Forest, Jacob faces away from Oliver, " things are getting pretty hectic, people are saying you ran off to join some dark organization, yet you been you've been here the entire time living at the Three Broomsticks, it's quite funny actually" Oliver chuckled. " I need you to stir those rumors, no one must know I was ever here" Jacob declared, "I couldn't agree more" the Hufflepuff said as he grabbed Jacob's shoulder and slit his throat from behind. Alan was shocked, he couldn't move, one lad crashed to the ground his body lifeless, as the other flicked some blood spots off his knife and slid it back into his robes pocket, then he was gone. Blood was coating the grassy landscape like a hose that had been left on in a garden, Jacob Morrissey was dead. Alan walked towards the corpse, "he never saw it coming" he said dryly, then Alan saw something peculiar, the shadows of the trees were moving like the day was progressing, till they stopped, it was evening. Alan was confused by the sudden speed up in time, but couldn't analyze it due to a tall red headed woman coming his way, it was Rakepick, but she was younger, she nudged Jacob's corpse a few times, the corpse started to move, then Jacob rolled over and sat up straight, with no wounds whatsoever, " hey" he said, " what are you doing out here" Rakepick said sternly, " taking a nap" Jacob said with a smile as he wiped his eyes. "Certainly an odd place to be taking a nap, don't you think?" she remarked Jacob didn't answer, she continued, " you weren't at the Three Broomsticks, so I asked Roesmerta where you wandered off to, and she said you were headed to the Hogwarts grounds. So get up let's go" Jacob stood up "yeah, let's get to that vault" he replied.

Alan awoke to find himself in the Ravenclaw common room with Tulip leaning over him, she backed off, " were you giving me CPR" Alan asked, "no!...yes, you weren't breathing" Tulip muttered, " well it's good to know I have a friend who cares" Alan said cheerfully dramatic, " whatever" Tulip said, "so what happened?" She asked. "Alan sat in a chair, and Tulip on a footstool, " to keep things short, I saw Jacob, right before he went with Rakepick to the vault, he was talking whith a Hufflepuff who then killed him. This is strange though, he didn't die, but I saw him bleed everywhere and he was dead, but somehow he lived." Tulip looked perplexed, "that's weird, I bet we could research something like that in the library," she said. They both stood up and headed for the library.

Paris, France

A man and his wife are at a small table talking. "Veux tu sortir ce soir?" (Do you want to go out tonight) the woman asked, " oui, laisse moi prendre mon manteau" (yes, let me grab my coat), " d'accord Olivier" (ok Oliver." Oliver had blonde hair a medium build and a charming smile, he walked up the stairs towards the master bedroom, where he stepped up to the armoire, he opened it. Standing inside was Jacob, his wand drawn, Oliver looked like he had seen a ghost, he took a frightened step back. "Suprise... avada kedavra" a shot of green light hit Oliver, then he crumpled in a heap. " Olivier" a woman's voice called from downstairs, then the steps started to creak, "oh shit" Jacob whispered. He grabbed the body and disaparrated. Tulip and Alan are surrounded by a large mass of books, " I'm finding absolutely nothing, are you having any luck?" Alan asked shutting a book, " no... wait, holy shit, I found something! Listen to this, I think you brother might have a horcrux... a horcrux is a dark objects that are created to achieve immortality by splitting a wizard's soul into separate pieces. That's why he didn't die when that student slit his throat." Alan was not shocked he just turned his head and thought. The day was coming to an end, the sun was setting on the fields that would hold lavender, not for a few more months though. Jacob clutched a lifeless body as he walked in the countryside, no one was around. He finally reached a big stone bridge, he looked around to see if anyone was watching, dumped the body, then disaparrated into the night.

#Alan Morrissey #AU 009 #R organization #evil witches and wizards #Deception

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vinehasnohopeleft · 3 years ago

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"you son of a bitch, you could've had me killed!" Travis out to Duncan as Sam helped him up. The other male groaned in response and looked at him. "I can't believe this, I thought I could trust you!"

Duncan snickered "you thought you could trust me? Look where we are, dumbass!" He threw his hands up. "It's a game of life or death and I don't want to die."

"so you were going to kill me-"

"more like sacrifice, but yes" duncan replied, cutting him off half way through his sentence. Sam held a nervous expression as he listens to the others fight.

The ground started to shake and Sam gasped quietly. "Guys.." he voice quiet.

Travis and Duncan ignored him and continued to fight. The rumbling if the ground got closer and when the ground ripped from underneath them, Sam shoved Travis out of the way. When Duncan looked at Sam, Caleb had Sam between his teeth. He laid still, mostly of fear that Caleb would dig his teeth into him.

"Sam!" Travis called out and Duncan slammed his hand over his mouth

"are you crazy?!" Duncan said while looking at him before looking back at Caleb, who gave a small growl as he turned to face then...

#wick #wick hellbent games #wick 2015 #little nightmares au #little wicks #concept #story #wick caleb #caleb weaver #wick travis #wick sam #wick duncan #god my writing sucks #tw cussing #cussing #sorry for my writing

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facepalming-since-chernobyl · 3 years ago

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Shit I have recently read, #2 Chapterhouse: Dune (vol.6) by Frank Herbert

Aka my final encounter with the Original Dune series written by Herbert Dad. Am I masochistic enough to start the continuation written by Herbert Son, basing the story on his Dad’s notes? Probably nope. But I already bought the prequels, sigh, so I probably will read them one day. Because I’m dumb. And the story is about Grandpa Leto and I love him

Going to be eternally butthurt that Herbert Dad died before he finished the series, I feel it was a middle of the story and he had a lot to tell more. And from what I have seen, you need to be a masochist to read what the Herbert Son and Co have written as continuation.

Not going to try to sound smart about this whole series, because everything is already written by the series fans. But what I have learnt/liked/got intrigued by the 6 books

-There are many examples in the history of so called charismatic leaders that were leading the blind masses into the void. EVEN after their deaths. Aka the more charismatic person, the more you should question his or her motives. Also, don’t trust any government. Question it. Be suspicious. Don’t follow people, without asking questions.

-History? Be cynical about it. It is always written by the winners. The other side usually saw things differently. Also, ever wondered why we really don’t have in the textbooks anything about women who STAYED and tried to survived while the sons, husbands and fathers were dying in the mindless battles? Yeah. Also, the historical records ALWAYS are written to make some groups happy. It’s quite obvious, but we tend to forget it.

-A lot of things are simply relativistic. In on society they may be taboo, in other something normal and in other something people are going to die for. What does it mean for us? Especially now, when we can talk on internet with people from so many countries and cultures? Once again, pretty obvious, but we like to ignore it while judging others.

“Revenge is for children and the emotionally retarded.” –I’m staring at Lena so, so, so hard.

-The whole conception of getting rid of AI and high technology (because some wanted to use them against humans) and dealing with life on “billions of planets” was intriguing and he made it believable – I can believe in that universe. Also, super humans (called mentats) with some super abilities gaining with genes and training, being living computers, being able to tie facts in milliseconds and make conclusions it’s awesome too.

And ok, maybe because I read grim fantasy, so incest, rapes, some super questionable sex scenes etc. don’t faze me, so I did not have a problem with a lot of… weird stuff in the series, still some things made me wonder what was a writing choice and what was the author’s… believes:

-Bene Gesserit and their eugenic plans to make humanity better… yeah, we have seen it a few times in history, right? (say hi to Nazis and that horrible thing that was happening in usamerica not so long ago).On the other hand, treating humanity like cattle was… funny in a way. But still disgusting.

-But seriously, why there was soooo many talks about SPERM. Like? Thanks, TMI. Also, a drinking game: take a shot every time Duncan Idaho say he is not a sperm donor or something like that and enjoy your hangover. Also, the fact he became one from my fave characters to someone I basically hate with passion was an achievement, thanks Herbert *sarcasm* I mean, maybe it’s hard to talk about him like about one and the same character, when he becomes a ghola on some point (aka a clone that has possess the memories of the original body), still he simply pissed me off too many times. He’s just… the same sappy, mopping idiot in his every version and the fact his EVERY romance ends the same doesn’t help. I don’t know, maybe that was Herbert way to say everything comes back and universe works like a wheel that repeats everything all the time.

- I liked how, mostly, the most powerful characters that behave like mature adults with a plan are women. Bene Gesserit aka witches are basically kicking asses bitches with a plan. Guys? Emotional babies or annoying “I’m better than you” dudes you want to throw outside the window and enjoy their screaming. The only exceptions are Leto I and Teg.

-Also, sigh, there is TOO MUCH shit about SEX that became … ugh…, but the fact some group powerful women called Honored Matre, use sex as something to control and brainwash males into lap dogs is, one again, amusing.

-Herbert in a way was worse than George Martin. You like that character? Cool, he or she died OFF PAGES.

-Interesting how Jews and their story was included in the series. They are still on the run, they are still suspicious, they still are waiting for a disaster.

-There were some controversial lines and characters that smell like homophobia and hate against women.

-The way it’s written. You just read through mountain of dialogues and inner thoughts about philosophy history, politics, sociology, there is almost no action and you still sit and read, intrigued for 500 or more pages and you still like it.

Basically, I can’t say every line of this series is a masterpiece (like some fans say) but it’s super solid, amazingly written universe that makes sense. A must read for sci-fi fans as for the rest, you can try at least the first volume. It’s worth the hype.

#my shit #troll reads #troll books #not sg

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perahn · 4 years ago

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@jadesabre301, who wants to make me suffer, insisted that I write, and I quote, “Something Positive About Bishop (And That Positive Thing Cannot Be Him Dying Or Otherwise Being Maimed In Some Form Or Fashion)“.

Okay, I had one vague idea about how I could maybe approach that, and then she said, and I quote again, “ I fully plan on judging you if you cheat and use him taking care of Karnwyr.”

Which was A PROBLEM, not assisted by the shuffle meme turning up ‘Can't Help Falling in Love’ as done by the Piano Guys.

This is the best I’ve got.

The arrow flew true, straight into the eye of a gnome in a wolf suit, and the only thing bad about the shot was that it was the wrong gnome. The werewolf girls were weird about their bugs, sure, but they were living a clean life out in the forest, killing to answer a hunger in the blood instead of jabbering endlessly about things that didn’t matter, and Bishop respected that right up to the point where they decided to attack him.

(just him. The wolf can take care of himself, and the others are no concern of his - not the snide elf and not the naive farmer and not the idiot dwarf, and especially not Duncan’s niece)

Karnwyr shook blood from his muzzle and howled, the wolf’s cry jarring against a noise the cloth-eared cityfolk might take for another howling wolf – and under it, distinct, a softer, gasping sound. The Harborgirl fell, and the farmgirl shrieked out her name – useless, pointless, weak, just kill the fucking werewolf – but the farmgirl’s swords went clattering to the cave floor as she threw herself after their fair leader. Bloody Hells, even the elf in a skirt was making a better effort, and all he had was a big blunt stick!

The dwarf finally smashed the werewolf’s skull into a pulp (still the wrong gnome), and Karnwyr whined. There was a lot of blood on the air, and Bishop wrinkled his nose as he slung his bow away. Good scent, usually, long as it wasn’t his, but two dead werewolves and one wounded Harborgirl in a small cavern was a bit much. He crossed to where she lay, the others already flocked around her, including the wolf curled at her side.

That was… yeah, that was a lot of blood. The farmgirl had some folded cloth she was pushing hard into the jagged wound, where a werewolf had clearly torn out a nice mouthful, but the blood was welling up anyway. The dwarf had uncorked a healing potion, which was going to be very useful -

“Save it, Khelgar,” snapped the elf. “The Duskwood nullifies that, too. Get some more clean cloth for Shandra, some water if you have it -”

Figured that the elf had half a clue. Luskan beat that into their dogs, and one son of a bitch recognised another – even if neither of them were saying anything about it.

“Fire,” Bishop offered, doing his level best to ignore the white, set look in the Harborgirl’s face. It was just pain, she probably wouldn’t die of it and who cared if she did, anyway? Certainly not him. Might be a bit inconvenient with Duncan, but the old soak couldn’t call in a debt if Bishop just changed his name and headed for Amn. And Karnwyr was only washing the girl’s face because – well, nobody cared about that, either. He wasn’t responsible for who the wolf thought was pack.

“Get a fire going,” he ordered the dwarf. “She’ll need the warmth, and you’ll need to boil the water. I’ll be back.”

“Gods, Bishop! You can’t just walk out-”

“Sure I can, farmgirl,” he sneered. “Just watch me. You’re not going to stop that wound from going bad before we get out of the Duskwood with your hanky and some prayers. Either you cauterise the thing, if you’ve got the guts, and she’ll be lucky to limp out of here, or we poultice it. There’s not one of you snivelling incompetents I’d trust to know the difference between bloodstaunch moss and frogspawn -” the elf sniffed, but didn’t interrupt, “- let alone find them while they can still make a difference.”

“Please... Bishop…” and that was their fair leader herself, the words little more than a breath.

He rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever, I’m going.” He turned, sauntered away.

Once he was out of sight, he ran.

#writing #jadesabre301 #Neverwinter Nights 2 #Bishop #he's so hard to write if you don't like him much #but are trying to be fair

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dyns33 · 5 years ago

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Duncan, Michael and Kitten in a situation where the neighbor next door knocks on their door. The lady has spoken with Kitten plenty of times whenever they ride the elevator. The lady asked Kitten if she could babysit her 2 year old boy for the day cause the babysitter she had couldn't make it for the weekend. The lady promised it'd be just that day but it turned out to a whole week cause she got drunk & ended up leaving town with friends. Michael & Duncan don't know how to react living w/a kid

I have to tell you that when I read this ask, I was like "THE THREE IDIOTS WITH A KID ITS GOING TO BE EPIC" and at the same time, I couldn't find an ending that didn't make me cry and was not problematic... So I waited a bit before working on it, because I didn't wanted something too sad.

Duncan and Michael had never discussed with the few neighbors they had in the building. They did not have many, most of the floors under their penthouse being occupied by corporate offices, more or less legal, but there were indeed some people, rich, influential, and therefore not necessarily very interesting, who lived here too. For years, they had avoided them, not talking to them, ignoring them if they saw them in the elevator, being perfect neighbors, almost invisible. None of them thought that their kitten would act differently, it seemed obvious that it was the best thing to do, and yet, while Michael was going to the kitchen to prepare breakfast and Duncan would sit next to (Y / N) on the couch, yawning, they were surprised to hear chirps and babbling, discovering a small child laughing on her lap.

"Mikey..." Duncan whispered as he pulled back to get closer to his lover. "I slept for how long ? It's... It's not possible that she gave birth to this big baby in one night, right ?"

"I do not know... I do not know anything about children."

"Idiots !" laughted (Y / N). "It's Samuel, Barbara's son."

"Who ?"

"Barbara John ? Our neighbor ? No, really ? Anyway, I met her very early this morning, totally panicked because she has an important appointment today, she could not take care of Samuel and her nanny had canceled at the last moment, so she asked me if I could keep him until tonight."

"And... did you accept ?" Michael asked, grimly.

"No, I stunned her and stole the baby. Of course I accepted."

It was normal for her two lovers to be a little surprised, because not only had they just learned that their kitten was chatting with the neighbor, but above all she had a child on her lap, when she absolutely did not want to hear about family, babies or pregnancy. No lie, they always dreamed a little to have children with (Y / N), one day, but in front of this real tiny human being who looked at them with big eyes full of curiosity, they felt a little lost and scared. Samuel was two years old, blond, blue-eyed, if anyone had seen him with them, they might have thought that one of them was his biological father, but in the meantime, they would have noticed that they were not seemed to have no strong connection, since the two men did not dare to approach him, and after a few minutes staring at them, the little boy preferred to return his attention to (Y / N), waving his arms and making noises for her to play with him. Unlike them, and probably because she was taking care of two grown-up kids for years now, she seemed very comfortable with Samuel. It was really an adorable scene, which they would use if one day they wanted to convince her to make a baby. Since they had a lot of things to do, they kissed their kitten wishing her a good day, deciding not to pay too much attention to the little intruder, who tried to catch Michael's hair, since he was not going to stay. But when they came back at night, very late (Y / N) was in the living room, furious, Samuel asleep next to her as she tapped hard on the keys of her computer.

"What a bitch !" she grunted, trying not to speak too loudly to avoid waking the child.

"He is still there ?" Duncan wondered.

"Yes, because his mother who loves him so much has decided to leave with her friends on an island, to drink alcohol, take drugs, swim in turquoise water and fuck surfers !"

"Lil 'ma... the kid..." murmured Michael, looking at him, praying that he would not wake up.

"I know. First of all, according the tickets that this idiot who does not deserve the name of mother bought, she will only come back in a week. A whole week ! She does not answer her phone, she did not call once to know if her son was okay or to warn me that she would not come and get him... Shit, what do we do ?"

Really, it was a bit mean, but they wanted to answer that it was her problem, she should have done like them, ignore the neighbors and especially not accept to keep the child of one of them, but they could not leave her like that. Until his mother returned, they would have to take care of him, even if they did not know how to do that and they had nothing here to raise a baby.

"Okay." sighed (Y / N), resuming her composure and stroking Samuel's head. "Tomorrow, I'll buy everything I need for him, you'll keep him until I get back, and then I will stay home during the week. I can not come to work, so if you need me, you call, I'm waiting for him to take a nap and I'm trying to fix the problem from here."

"We can also stay, if you want." Duncan offered. "It must not be so difficult."

As usual, Duncan had spoken too fast, because the next morning, while (Y / N) had left only for an hour to buy the necessary, he and Michael proved that they were really not ready to look after a child. As she closed the door, carrying several bags containing a bottle, milk, baby food, diapers, lots of strange things, she froze, letting go of the bags and restraining herself from screaming, stretching out her trembling arms to the ground. Duncan and Michael, in the kitchen, came to see what was happening and they found Samuel, sitting in the middle of the living room, with a gun in his hand. The child was playing with the weapon, and if their kitten did not dare to move, it was because the security was not on. The three adults looked at each other, nodding at the same time, knowing what they had to do. Suddenly, they jumped on the baby, and in a few seconds, Duncan had the gun, Michael had the charger, and (Y / N) was carrying little Samuel, who was crying because they had stolen his new favorite toy. The boys sighed, relieved, but their kitten entered a huge rage, tears in her eyes.

"How could you ?!" she screamed, sticking the child to her. "I entrust him to you, I tell you to take care of him, and that's how I find him ?!"

"I... I do not know what happened." stammered Duncan. "He was sleeping on the couch, so I got up for like five minutes, I went into the weapons room to put away sensitive documents, I'm sure I closed the door and then I just wanted to see what Michael was doing in the kitchen..."

"You left him alone !"

"Just five minutes !"

"Not you ! Michael ! You know that very well, Duncan is watching the baby, and you're watching Duncan ! You're both at fault, I should never have trusted you You're clearly not meant to be fathers ! This proves that I am right in refusing, our way of life does not allow us to have a child and during the rest of the week, you will not approach him !"

(Y / N) left with the kid, in the bedroom, leaving them in the living room, ashamed, realizing that they had really screwed up everything. Michael cried because he was afraid their kitten would hate them now, while Duncan was restraining himself from drinking alcohol to relax. When their darling finally came back, she looked a little sad at seeing them, sitting on the couch between them.

"I'm sorry." she said.

"Do not say nonsense, kitten. You are right, we are two idiots and not good with children, not made at all... to have one of our own."

"No, you were absolutely unprepared to have to keep a two-year-old boy. I put you in this situation without asking your opinion. It is normal that the first time is not perfect, even if a misfortune could have happened. Uf Samuel had been wounded... I will never have forgiven you, but it's mostly my fault, because I'm the one who accepted this responsibility."

"We promise you it will not happen again." said Michael. "We're going to handle all of this together, as always, but... where's the kid ?"

"He's sleeping, I bought a little foldable cradle for him, he can not get out."

After kissing them to show that she regretted what she had said, they followed her to watch Samuel sleep peacefully, adorable in his blue pajamas. During the rest of the week, Duncan and Michael began to become more and more attached to the child, playing with him, encouraging him to walk and talk, congratulating him on his drawings which Michael decided to put on the fridge, even sometimes napping with him. Very bad idea, because the seven days passed very quickly and the moment when his mother had to come and get him back, if she was not dead on her yatch or she remembered that she had a son. (Y / N) waited near the door, ready to shout at this bitch, while her lovers were having fun with the little one on the sofa.

"Can't we keep him ?" Michael asked suddenly.

"What ?"

"You said it yourself, this woman is a bad mother, she has entrusted her child to strangers and abandoned him, so I think it would be normal to keep him, since we take care of him much better than she does."

"You want... to steal a baby. Duncan, say something."

"Hmm, she's right, Mikey, we can't do that. If she calls the police, we'll get in trouble and we do not want that. But we can buy him or her."

"Did you really propose to buy Samuel ?" exclaimed (Y / N), indignantly, turning to them.

"Yeah, like that, he'll have a good life."

"Great. And one day, he will learn that his mother is the neighbor. It would be as if he learned that, I don't know, that his real mother was the maid, that she had sold him to her boss because she did not have enough money to raise him and that all his life was a lie. "

"I do not see where the problem is." said Duncan, shrugging.

"We will talk about it again later. Anyway, even if she is a real whore, she's still his mother, so we do not keep him, sorry."

Hoping that this insane discussion was over, (Y / N) stared at the door again, waiting for Barbara to arrive. Slowly, Michael got up with the baby in his arms, chewing his hair, to come near her.

"Can you promise me that she will be kind to him ? That she will love him, cherish him, treat him like a real prince ?" he asked, and of course, saying that, he was thinking of what he had lived with Constance.

"Can you promise that she will be there ? That she will support him, that she will put his happiness before everything else ?" Duncan added, referring to his mother, Annette.

"I... I'd really want to, but..."

Samuel then looked at her with his beautiful blue eyes, reaching out for her to take him, which she did immediately, like a reflex, leaving him rubbing his head against her neck. It was then that someone knocked on the door. Her lovers returned to the couch as she opened, discovering Barbara, totally panicked, crying, who seemed relieved to see her son.

"Oh thank you God, Samuel ! (Y / N), thank you ! Thank you very much !"

"Where have you been ?" the kitten asked, squeezing the little boy.

"I just had to accompany my sister to prepare for her wedding. In the evening, we went to a bar for a drink, I wanted to go home early, but I drank too much, really too much, one of her friends suggested that we go party on our father's boat, and I was too drunk to realize that it was a very stupid idea ! I was still drunk on the plane, then since we drank all the time on the yatch... It's not an excuse, I know... Then I dropped my phone in the ocean, I could not contact you, and... my sister and her friends refused to come back earlier. I spent two days biting my nails, vowing never to drink again ! I'll throw all the bottles I have at home. I can give you some if you want, well, if you drink alcohol, otherwise everything will go to the toilets, and..."

"Barbara, breathe."

"No !" cried the woman. "You must think I'm a monster ! Who leaves their child like this for so long ? It never happened before, I swear to you, and that will never happen again ! Please, do not call social services, I love Samuel, more than anything, he's my little angel ! Since his father died, he's the light of my life."

"If you promise me you will never leave him again ..."

"I swear !"

Even if she did not really want to do it, and she would check every day that Barbara kept her word, she could see that this woman was sincerely sorry, really loving her child, so (Y / N) decided to return her son. However, as soon as he was in his mother's arms, Samuel began to waver, wailing, turning to her.

"Mama !" he said, wanting her to pick him up again.

(Y / N) thought for a moment that it was going to annoy Barbara, but she just had a sad smile, kissing the little one's head.

"I guess I deserve that. I'm not often with him, with that, and the work... Maybe I do not need to work so much, I could spend more time with him."

"Yes, it would be a good idea." Michael growled from the couch, catching their attention.

Timidly, Barbara greeted them, thanked again (Y / N), before leaving with her son, who was pouting, crying loudly, reaching out to her, Michael and Duncan, who said goodbye with sadness.

"Will we go see him ?" asked Duncan.

"I thought you did not want to be close to our neighbors."

"I do not want to see Barbie, I want to see Sam."

"Barbara."

"That's what I said."

"Since we can not keep him or kill her." said Michael. "Maybe we could..."

"You're not going to finish this sentence." threatened (Y / N), narrowing her eyes.

One day they would use this week with little Samuel to finish this sentence. But not today.

#american horror story apocalyspe #house of cards #michael langdon #michael langdon fanfiction #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader #Duncan Shepherd #duncan shepherd x reader #duncan sheperd imagine #duncan shepherd fanfic #Crimeverse

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thedawnbeauty · 4 years ago

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Next section on this recap: as the answer to most of the questions will be “ because she’s a bitch”

Alright so Nichola is growing up, and makes a bff Deirdre Conan - The Conan are a huge important family, keep them in mind.

Nichola as everyone knows, get preggo and it sent back home. Andrew gets sick and is all like “ you take the throne.” And she does, and invites all her friends from Doar to come. Deirdre comes, and brings her twin brother Clement. Nichola loves art, music, parties and she’s a huge defender of the faith. Meanwhile in the background - Cassandra dies in the tower, she has given birth to a girl named Allison.

Whoa! We can’t have any other heirs, Nichola firstborn Ryan is the the first boy in forever nope, Freeze has a solution, let’s lock up Allison, k thx.

Ryan discovers that his drunken dad, is having kids with other people, and as a way to show he’s a bad man. Nichola says “ oh well he’s not your dad, William Duncan is”

Now, keep in mind, the Duncan had to face hell because of Nichola lies. He got to live only because he was the father of the king. But William was just trying to live, and he already has a kid: Lily Duncan.

Now, at this point I will admit Ryan was much nicer to his sisters, than his actual brothers. He was all like yay, family.

Meanwhile Nichola who is still married as her affair with the elusive prince of paraíso Uriel and oh look she’s preggo! But she’s also really sick, and goes into a coma. Ryan who is like 6, gets the crown.

Suddenly those other neighbor kingdom who hated the Maxson are like “ A boy is king, what? We totally support that’s btw we have daughters.”

With William is like “ look kid I know your mom said I’m your dad, but I’m not. I’ll still help you “ perhaps it was this very moment, Ryan Never trusted his mom again for lying to him twice.

Meanwhile, remember Robin she’s laughing about all of this with her older adoptive son Matthew, and her newborn daughter Layla.

Let’s GET BACK TO THE CONAN. So do you know how Robin got Matthew? Because Gwen Blaine decided eff this, I hate Clement and declared war on the world. She met her end because Deirdre was all “ nobody insults us.” And Robin is set in to rid of any surviving members: she ignores this and adopts Matthew and tell Victor go back to Greece.

So Nichola recovers and she’s all hot and heavy for Clement and he’s in love with her too.they start hooking up! LILY DISCOVERS WHAT HAPPEN TO HER FAMILY AND DECLARES WAR

Nichola is all “ I started this mess, let me finish it.” A 9 month preggo Nichola goes to war, and she’s expecting twins. She stupid, we know. She declares war back on Lily, and has her executed. Nichola goes into labor but only one child survives Riley!

RYAN IS NOT HAPPY. He didn’t decide to go war and not his sister is gone, even though he always had his other sister Autumn guiding him from a far. So he in prisons his mother and tell her rot in hell. Nichola scared Riley is going to die in prison, give the baby to Deirdre.

One of Ryan’s gf at the time convinces him to release his mother, and she discovers that not only did the baby she had with Uriel is gone, she makes the decision to also give up Riley. NICHOLA GOES BACK TO DRINKING AND MEETS HELENA SKYE.

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marshunter06 · 5 years ago

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Love Lockdown

VI- Easy Conversations

They spend the next three hours discussing their case while waiting for their professor’s response. After all their hard work, they start to get off topic. Courtney still feels as if she’s seen him somewhere before. She just couldn’t quite place where…

“I’m surprised he hasn’t responded yet.”

“Maybe he’s preparing dinner?”

“Speaking of, what are you making today Court?”

“Nothing too crazy, just spaghetti with homemade meatballs. What are you having today?”

“I think my mom is making salmon. Lucky that I got stuck in lockdown with my family, or else I’d be living off T.V dinners.”

“You could probably take this opportunity to learn some things from her.”

“That’s the plan, my parents just got done with their 14 day quarantine.”

“Are they okay?”

“Yeah, it was just a precaution, they just returned from Paris for their thirtieth wedding anniversary.”

“That’s so sweet, my boss just went there for his anniversary too.”

“Hm… where did you say you interned again?”

“At a law firm… wait… is your dad a lawyer?”

“Yeah, he is, it’s why I’m studying law. He wants me to take over the firm when he retires.”

“I thought you looked familiar! You’re my boss’s son. Your picture is in his office.”

“You must be the Courtney I hear so much about then. No wonder it was so easy to talk to you.”

“Your dad talks about me?”

“You’re his best intern, and his favorite. I’m sure he’ll offer you a spot on the team once you pass the Bar.”

“You really think so?”

“He speaks very highly of you. He wished I was as determined as you.”

“I think you’re pretty determined, you’re the first partner I’ve had that reached out first and did research without being asked.”

“I guess, but I’m not like you Courtney. I don’t care for law. I’m good at it, comes with having a lawyer as my dad, but it’s not my passion.”

“It’s your music.”

“Yeah, but he would never accept that.”

“I get it. You know when I was little, I wanted to be a dancer. At first my parents saw it as something that would help my college applications, but then it started consuming my life. I was only ten, but they stopped supporting me. They wanted me to focus on school instead of dancing around with my friends. I haven’t danced since they pulled me out.”

“I’m sorry Court. I bet you miss it.”

“A part of me does, but it’s been a long time. They did what they thought was best, it worked out alright. I found a new passion, then again, neither of my parents are lawyers, so it’s not quite the same.”

“I know they mean well, it’s just tough. I shouldn’t complain, but law really isn’t something I can see myself doing for a career. What is it about being a lawyer that makes you happy? Especially a defense attorney, no offense, but you seem more like the prosecution type.”

“I did start out wanting to work at the DA, but that changed when… I had a change of heart…”

“You don’t want to talk about it, I won’t push.”

“It’s not a big deal just…”

“Brings bad memories?”

“Sorta.”

“We can change the subject. Do you have a quarantine playlist?”

“A playlist? I didn’t think to make one.”

“I got you covered, I’ll share it with you.”

“Okay, I’ll put it on while I make dinner tonight. Speaking of, I should probably get on that. It’s almost five.”

“Yeah I should go help my mom too. I’ll talk to you later?”

“I expect to see a picture of your dinner since you always ask me for one.”

“It’s only fair. I’ll text you later. Bye!”

Courtney was in a relatively good mood after talking to Trent. Everything went smoothly and they got a lot done. Now it was time to make dinner, she clicks the link to the quarantine playlist and starts the music. Looking through the songs, they had a lot in common, there were a few artists she wasn’t quite familiar with, but it seemed like a solid playlist. She starts humming to the songs as she prepares the meatballs.

As usual, Courtney ignores Duncan while passing the living room. Immediately he hears music playing from the kitchen, he figures it was from her playlist since he recognizes the songs, but then a song that he wasn’t familiar with starts to play. Weird, she wasn’t the type to seek out new music unless it was by an artist she knew. Maybe she was at the end of the playlist and the radio came up.

She only made it through half the playlist by the time she was done with making dinner. She looks at her phone to see the current song play is Obsession by Joywaves. It wasn’t her type of music, but she could relate to the lyrics. She knew why Trent picked this song, it’s how she copes most of the time.

There's something

Lurking in the back of my mind

And lately

I feel it sliding into the light

I just need something

To get me through the night, oh

A new obsession

Something to hold in my sights

“New playlist?”

“Yeah, dinner’s ready. I’ll grab the garlic bread.”

She pauses the song to finish plating and final touches. Of course, she doesn’t forget to take a picture.

“Is it for an assignment?”

“What?”

“The pictures? That doesn’t make sense though, you would be way more stressed about it looking perfect if it is.”

“It’s not for class. Just eat your dinner.”

T: Sorry if I’m interrupting your dinner, but here’s the picture as promised.

She smiles seeing the message, she was going to wait until after dinner to reply, but this would be a quick message.

C: It looks great! You’ll have to give me the recipe. Here’s my spaghetti!

T: I’ll be sure to learn the recipe so I can teach it to you. I think I should have it down by the next time I make it again. The spaghetti looks great! Glad you included garlic bread!

“Is that Bridgette? Have you guys been trading food pictures?”

“No, I have other friends too Duncan.”

“No you don’t, you can’t stand anyone else.”

“That’s not true!”

“Come on, you never got along with Heather, Beth didn’t like you and you can’t stand Lindsay.”

“Heather’s a bitch and you know it. I don’t know what Beth’s problem is and Lindsay is too stupid. You don’t like them either.”

“Well then who else? You don’t talk to any other girls, except Cate, but she’s stuck on a cruise ship.”

“Why do you think I’m talking to a girl?”

“Wait… is it DJ then?”

“No, your dinner is going to get cold if you keep asking.”

“Just tell me who then!”

“You don’t know him. It’s not a big deal.”

#quaratine fic #trentney #LL #WIP #hella dialouge heavy

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icyharrington · 6 years ago

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Friends Close, Enemies Closer (Duncan Shepherd X Reader)

i’ve been meaning to write something like this FOREVER, and last night i finally got around to writing it. just some good ol’ fashioned hate sex ;)

plot: you’ve never liked duncan shepherd. tonight, though, he’s finally had enough of your attitude.

warnings: dom!duncan, fem!reader, semi-public sex, fingering, degradation, choking, sexual intercourse, rough sex

word count: 3.2k

You were already two glasses of champagne deep when Duncan Shepherd finally made his appearance at the party. Standing around with a few of the other single young women, you rolled your eyes at the oooohs that chorused throughout the circle when he made his way through the doors.

“Yeah, yeah, he’s cute and all, but I’m sure he’s got a tiny dick,” you said, perhaps a bit too loudly for your own good, swiftly retrieving a third flute of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray. “I mean, men like him always do. He has to be compensating for something with those thousand dollar boots.”

It was well known that your family didn’t get along with the Shepherds. Personally, you couldn’t care less about your parents’ personal beefs, but there was just something about Duncan that had always pissed you off. Maybe it was his cockiness, or the almost apathetic tone with which he always spoke, or maybe it was something else altogether. Either way, you didn’t like him, and from the times you’d interacted with him at obligatory events such as this one, it was pretty damn obvious that he didn’t like you, either.

“You don’t really believe that, do you?” asked the pretty redhead across from you, the rim of her wine glass stained with deep plum-colored lip prints.

“Oh, believe me, (y/n). I know girls who’ve been with him, and he is most certainly well-endowed,” said a brunette girl whom you vaguely recognized, but could not, for the life of you, place the name of. “‘Course, I’m looking to find out for myself.” At this, a series of high-pitched giggles erupted throughout the group, and you rolled your eyes, taking an admittedly un-classy gulp of champagne.

“Well, looks like now’s your chance,” you said with a grimace, accidentally locking eyes with Duncan as he began to make his way over. He looked handsome, that you could admit, in an all-black ensemble with slightly slicked back hair, and, with a sudden jolt of horror, you caught yourself licking your lips.

“Evening, ladies,” he said smoothly, wedging himself between you and the skinny blonde who stood next to you. Your body tensed at his close proximity, your senses immediately being bombarded with the scent of his woodsy cologne; he turned to you with a polite smile, but you could see the distaste glinting behind his pale eyes as he looked you over.

“(Y/n). Hi. When’s the last time we saw each other?”

“Hmmm. Not quite sure,” you said, wondering if the sudden flush in your cheeks was due to the alcohol you’d consumed or something else. “I think it might’ve been the event where your uncle got piss drunk and called my father a conniving rat.”

You hadn’t exactly meant to say that, but it was too late to take it back now. You watched in half-fear, half-amusement, as Duncan’s lips turned downwards, Adam’s apple bobbing rapidly.

“Still have that fantastic sense of humor, I see,” Duncan said through grit teeth, eyes flitting over to the other girls to take note of their reactions. Most of them seemed unfazed, too taken aback by Duncan’s presence to care much about anything being said.

“And you’re still attempting to grow a full beard, I see.” Okay, maybe I should call it quits on the champagne, you thought, before taking another swig.

He narrowed his eyes at this comment, crossing his arms over his chest and cocking his head. “How’s things going with what’s-his-face? You know, the stockbroker you were dating? Oh, right, I forgot. He’s in prison now.” He quirked an eyebrow, daring you to retaliate, and you just laughed.

“Maybe you can tell him I said hi when you finally end up there yourself. I mean, have you seen the things they’ve been saying about your app in the press lately?”

His jaw clenched, and you knew you’d struck a chord with him. You couldn’t help but feel triumphant, having managed to affect the great and powerful Duncan Shepherd in such a way. On the other hand, though, you felt stupid for engaging in this childishness at all.

“Are you sure you should be drinking that tonight?” he said, gesturing with one large hand to your now half-empty glass. “I’ve heard that champagne doesn’t mix too well with pain killers.”

There’d been a point, several months back, where a few sleazy journalists had attempted to frame you as some sort of pill-popping junkie after you’d been unknowingly photographed taking an Advil in the back of a taxi. Personally, you’d always suspected that they’d been paid off by someone with a personal vendetta against your family in order to try and ruin your reputation, but you never could be quite sure. You snorted, finding it rather amusing that Duncan had even attempted to bring that up, of all things.

“Speaking of pain killers, I’m sure your mom could probably use one more than me. I’ll bet it doesn’t feel too great having her son shoved halfway up her ass twenty four-seven.”

Okay, fuck, maybe you’d gone just a little bit too far with that comment. Duncan scowled, and you could tell he was trying his best to keep his composure as he tightened his fists at his sides. He sucked in a breath before turning to the redhead you’d been speaking to earlier, now ignoring you entirely.

“You look lovely tonight,” he said, flashing as big of a fake grin as he could muster. The girl blushed, rocking slightly on her heels as Duncan took one of her dainty hands in his and pressed his lips against the back of it.

Ew.

You downed the rest of your champagne, wincing as the bubbles stung your throat before scanning the room for the nearest waiter. You were definitely going to need another drink.

You cautiously looked at yourself in the restroom’s enormous gold-plated mirror, fearing the worst after several hours of drinking and dancing in a crowded room; you were pleasantly surprised, however, when you realized that all you needed was a quick lipstick retouch and a few dabs of blotting paper to your forehead and chin- otherwise, you looked just the same as you had hours before.

You reached down the front of your dress, adjusting the cups of your strapless bra shamelessly. You’d been itching to do this all night, and now that you were finally, finally, alone, you could. You toyed with your chest in the mirror, propping your breasts up to your liking, making sure the diamond in your necklace fell perfectly in the crevice between them. Maybe it was the alcohol clouding your thoughts, but damn, you looked good tonight, and you couldn’t help but admire your reflection. Once you’d finished fixing your hair, you slipped your purse back over your shoulder and left the bathroom with a confident stride.

You walked through the vacant corridor leading back to the event, the music and idle chatter muffled through the enormous wooden double-doors that separated the party from the rest of the building.

You were about to rejoin the festivities when you heard a door slam, followed by a very familiar voice.

“You insufferable little bitch.”

Before you could turn around, you felt a hand on your wrist tugging you back roughly; seconds later, you were pushed up against the wall, unable to move as the man who’d approached you pressed his chest firmly against yours. The man in question, of course, was Duncan Shepherd, and by the looks of him, he most certainly had a few beers on his belt at this point.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get off me,” you snapped, wiggling under the warmth of his toned body. He did not comply with your demands, instead reaching up to grab your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, talking about my family’s issues in front of everyone? Talking about my mother?” His grip tightened on your jaw and your mouth fell agape, unsure of what to make of the situation at hand. What the hell was he going to do to you? “I’m sure you thought you were being really cute with all those witty little comebacks. Unfortunately for you, though, I didn’t find them funny.”

“Go fuck yourself, Duncan.”

You made a half-hearted attempt to escape his grasp, your skin growing warmer as he brought his face even closer to yours, dark stubble grazing your skin. At this sensation, you felt a sudden well-known ache between your thighs, and for a second time your lips parted in shock. This was turning you on? There was no fucking way. You hated Duncan Shepherd. And yet…

“Oh, somebody’s getting fucked tonight, but it certainly isn’t me.” He trailed his free hand down along the curve of your right hip, fingers working up the fabric of your short dress before ghosting over your bare thighs. You shuddered at his touch, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as his plump lips brushed your ear. “See, insolent girls like you can’t simply stop misbehaving. They need to be shown their place. Fucked into submission.”

His tone was gruff, dominant; you almost moaned aloud as his words vibrated against the tender stretch of skin below your ear. His opposite hand slipped from your jaw to your throat, pinning you against the wall as his other hand wedged itself between your warm thighs, your legs instinctively parting for him as he stroked against your damp underwear with his fingertips.

“You’re fucking soaked,” he remarked, sounding almost disgusted as he pushed hard against your clit. “And to think, all this time I thought you hated me.”

You ground your hips down against his fingers and he smirked, intentionally moving them back to frustrate you. “When really all you wanted was for me to put you in your place,” he continued, squeezing your throat lightly as he traced small circles over the thin layer of fabric that covered your sensitive bud. “Isn’t that right, (y/n)?”

He paused, looking up at you underneath a veil of long eyelashes. When you didn’t answer him, he tightened his hold on your slender neck, baby blue eyes widening expectantly. “Answer me.”

“Y-yes, Duncan,” you gasped breathlessly, reaching down to dig your fingernails into his forearm, desperate for his touch. “Please.”

His tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips before he returned to touching you, pushing your panties to one side and sliding a finger into your heat without warning.

“Wait,” you whispered, eyes darting over to the double doors, all at once remembering that the two of you were, in fact, in public. “Duncan, we’re in public…”

“Oh?” he said, pumping his long finger inside you before adding a second. “Well, that’s a shame. You didn’t have the decency to watch your mouth in front of other people, so I’m not going to allow you the decency of being fucked in private.”

“Fuck,” you groaned, eyes fluttering shut as he curled his fingers inside you, brushing expertly against your tight walls.

“But from the way your tight little cunt is practically dripping on my fingers,” he drawled, stretching you as he slipped in a third finger, thrusting ruthlessly until tears sprung from the corners of your eyes, “One would think you like the fact that we’re in public.”

“Oh my god,” you moaned, tilting your head back to rest against the wall as he worked you open. He was making sure you’d feel him for days, filling you up as best he could with sharp, near-painful motions; still, you couldn’t get enough, rolling your hips forward with each merciless push of his fingers.

“That’s it, little slut. Unravel for me.”

You wanted to hate him for reducing you to this, wanted to fire back at him with a biting retort and wipe the smug look right off his face, but all you could do was let out moan after pathetic moan, well past the point of coherency.

Bringing his fingers out from your entrance and dragging them along your folds, he used your gathered wetness to massage fast shapes against your bare clit; panting, you wrapped your fingers around his arm, bucking towards him in a needy display.

“D-Duncan, please-“ you whimpered, breath catching in your throat as he intensified the pressure on your bundle of nerves.

“Shut up,” he growled, bringing his fingers from your cunt to your face. They were absolutely slick with your arousal, and he pulled them apart to demonstrate the vulgar way your juices stretched between them, glistening in the dim light of the hallway. Without another word he used his fingers to drag down your lower lip, smearing your wetness across it before jamming them inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue hard enough to gag you. “Taste how much of a dirty bitch you are.”

You looked up at him with glazed-over eyes, bobbing your head up and down his slim fingers as you swirled your tongue over the calloused skin. He nodded approvingly at this, rolling his full bottom lip between perfect white teeth, and you could feel his growing bulge press authoritatively against your upper thigh as you cleaned him.

While you did this, he took it upon himself to wedge his expensive boots between your own high heels, forcing you to widen your stance for him. You yelped in excitement at the sound of his fly unzipping; he locked eyes with you before pushing his fingers all the way to the back of your throat, reminding you to stay quiet, and you obeyed, wrapping your lips around the digits and sucking hard without another sound.

Reaching down to his crotch impatiently, you assisted him in retrieving his cock from the confines of his pants. You shuddered at the feeling of his warm, stiff skin in your palm, realizing that you’d been wrong about his size- he most certainly was well endowed, his length thick and massive, and gratefully you rubbed your thumb over his slit, spreading the bead of precum across the flushed head.

“You want my cock? Huh?” he rasped, removing his fingers from your mouth and wiping your saliva against the front of your dress before pulling it down, exposing your hardened nipples.

“Yes, fuck,” you groaned as he tweaked your nipple, hard, not bothering to be gentle. He took a fistful of your tits in each veined hand, pushing them together and viciously kneading the soft peaks before dropping them, licking his lips as he watched them bounce obscenely.

“Yes, what?” he asked, allowing you to run the leaking head of his cock against your slit, stopping at your entrance. Then he slapped your hands away, taking hold of his shaft with one hand and using the other to pin your wrists firmly against your chest.

“Y-yes, Duncan, I want your cock,” you breathed, too turned on to feel any real shame at the vulgarity of your words. “Fuck, I need it.”

His lips twitched at each corner, and in one swift motion he pushed himself all the way inside you. You cried out, burying your head in his neck and biting down on his broad shoulder while he decided on a rhythm to fuck you with. He must’ve been the biggest out of all the men you’d ever had; it almost hurt, the way he stretched you out, his hips pounding against yours with such aggression you knew you’d have bruises tomorrow.

He let go of your wrists, taking hold of the padded skin of your upper thighs, low hisses escaping his throat as your narrow walls welcomed him, swallowed him up. You lifted up one leg, wrapping it tightly around his waist to give him better access to you, the friction of his muscular torso against your clit only helping to increase the euphoria coursing throughout your body.

“You don’t deserve to have my cock inside you,” Duncan mumbled lowly into your ear, causing all your hair to stand on end. “So you better be grateful, bitch.”

His degrading language only pushed you closer to the edge, and greedily you thrusted your pelvis forward to meet each hard stroke. Bringing one hand back to the hollow of your throat, he squeezed hard enough that your vision blurred, before proceeding to forcefully turn your jaw in his direction. His eyes were heavy-lidded, the light blue eclipsed by dilated pupils, and his gaze was searing. You swallowed noisily, swiping your tongue over spit-glossed lips and blinking innocently as you waited for his next action.

“Don’t ever disrespect me like that again,” he said, breath hot on your face as he pulled you down fully on his cock, rotating his hips so you could feel every inch of him against your innermost points. “Do you understand me?”

“Y-yes,” you whispered, eyes rolling back as he administered a sharp upward thrust inside you, so deep you felt the head of his cock push against your cervix.

“I said,” he seethed, allowing himself a momentary distraction as he sucked a bruise just below your collarbone. “Do. You. Understand. Me?” A chill made its way up your spine at the sheer anger behind his voice, and frantically you nodded.

“Yes, fuck! Yes, I understand you!”

“Good.” With that, he fucked into you with such force you thought your legs might give out, not giving you any time to situate yourself as he impaled you into the wall. You nearly screamed out, a string of expletives passing your lips as the coil in your stomach began to slowly unwind itself, hands wrapping around his body to claw at his bare ass. If somebody came out into the hallway, you’d be screwed, but somehow that fact only excited you further.

“You gonna cum all over my cock? Huh?” he said, each word punctuated with a harsh grunt as he neared his own orgasm. You felt his cock twitch inside you and your lower body began to shake, now dangerously close to losing your composure.

“God, Duncan, yes,” you said mindlessly, pulling Duncan as close to your body as you could manage, hips moving in melodic time with his.

“Cum,” he ordered. He brought one hand to your clit, swiping his thumb roughly against the swollen bud. That was enough to push you over the edge, and within seconds you were cumming just as you’d been instructed to, making half-moon shaped imprints in the delicate skin of his ass as your cunt clenched around him.

Moments later he, too, was releasing, his hot load warming your insides and strengthening the feelings of ecstasy washing over you. Still with Duncan’s cock buried deep inside you, the two of you stood there for several seconds as you fought to catch your breath. Then he pulled out, causing his thick cum to dribble down your inner thighs, quickly tucking away his wet dick into his pants.

You adjusted your dress, making sure that everything was sufficiently covered, feeling a slight twinge of embarrassment as Duncan observed you with a cocky half-smile stretched across his handsome face.

“I trust that my point has been made clear?” he said finally, chuckling when you reached into your purse and retrieved your compact mirror. You looked like a complete fucking mess.

“Yeah, whatever,” you griped, running your fingers through your knotted hair in an attempt to make yourself look somewhat presentable again.

“Good girl.”

And, with that, he turned on his heel and returned to the party, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

#duncan shepherd #duncan shepherd x reader #duncan shepherd smut #house of cards #hoc #cody fern #mine #duncan shepherd imagine #michael langdon

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western-writer · 5 years ago

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Betraying the Badge

Summary: It has been a long time since Rook has seen John Seed. She came here to arrest his brother but now, remembering everything he did for her family, she doesn't think she can do it.

A/N I didn’t proofread this at all but enjoy!

Rook stares out the window as the helicopter they ride in passes by the giant statue of Joseph Seed. Barely audible to her is the bickering between the sheriff and the marshal as Whitehorse tries to conceive Burke to leave this matter alone.

"There's a reason we have laws, Sheriff. I plan to enforce them," is all Burke says in response to the sheriff's pleas to "leave well enough alone". She barely hears Pratt's thinly veiled attempt to poke fun at Rook's lack of experience. She meets his glance barely as he turns to face Hudson.

"You okay, Rook?" Whitehorse offers, leaning over to her. Rook glances his way and nods, content with her silence.

His eyes linger for a second before he turns away. The helicopter is now beginning to land outside Joseph's compound.

"This won't take long," Whitehorse says to Pratt.

Rook follows her counterparts to the church where many armed people stand guarding. She wasn't feeling apprehensive before, but now the feeling has bubbled to the surface. Cold eyes lock onto not just her, but Whitehorse and Burke as Hudson stands guard at the door. On edge, Rook walks toward the Preacher as he delivers his sermon. Burke ignores Whitehorse’s plea to let him take the lead as he thrust the warrant in Joseph’s face.

“Joseph Seed!” he yells. His next words become nothing but a mumble as Rook’s eyes land on someone familiar standing behind Joseph. She feels like she knows him, but can’t quite place it. That is, until he looks at her.

She knew him by the name John Duncan, and he was her family’s lawyer.

“Cuff this son of a bitch, Rookie,” Burke barks his order to her.

Her eyes snap away from John as him, along with Jacob, the oldest Seed, and Faith, the newest addition to the family, gather behind Joseph. She can’t respond as the memory of how John helped her family floods her mind.

“What’re you waitin’ for, Rook!? Arrest this psychopath!” Burke barks again.

John watches in amusement as the Junior Deputy disobeys the Marshal, causing him to get angrier and angrier.

“I…” Rook begins. “I don’t think I can.”

“What!?” Burke explodes.

Rook looks as Joseph slowly drops his outstretched arms, a warm, intrigued smile on his lips. “I can’t do it,” she repeats, more conviction in her voice. “I won’t do it.”

“And why the fuck not!?”

At this point, Whitehorse steps up, getting between her and the Marshal. “I won’t stand for you talkin’ to one of my deputies that way, Marshal. I don’t care who you are.”

Her eyes flicker to John briefly and Burke notices the nonverbal exchange between them. Burke shoves Whitehorse out of his way and glares at Rook.

“What’s goin’ on here, Rook?” he says in an accusatory tone. “You got somethin’ to tell us?”

“Maybe Whitehorse is kinda right. We shouldn’t just leave it alone, but we shouldn’t make it worse than it already is.”

Whitehorse nods and Rook and they both turn to leave the church. Burke, not done interrogating Rook, grabs her wrist and pulls her back.

“You workin’ for the enemy, Rook? Is that why you won’t cuff ‘em? If you don’t cuff that bastard right now, I’ll nail you with obstruction of justice,” he growls.

“You’ll nail me, huh? I find that highly inappropriate, Burke. Take your fuckin’ hand off of me right now,” she growls back at him, ripping her wrist away from him. Her glare locks onto him, burning with even more fury than his. “John saved my family. I won’t ever forget that.”

Burke staggers back as if he’d been hit with something as he stares at Rook dumbfounded. “So that’s it? One psychopath in a family full of ‘em helped your family out and now innocent people have to suffer because you’re too soft to do your job? That’s why you’re betrayin’ your badge?”

The Seeds and their followers stand back to watch the encounter play out. Never did any of them think they’d have the Junior Deputy fighting with a U.S Marshal with the Sheriff standing by watching helplessly.

“You’re a real fuckin’ prick, ya know that? Unlike you, I know when to not stir the pot. Fuck off with that bullshit. My family would’ve lost everything if it weren’t for him.” She stabs a finger into Burke’s chest, daring him to push her further. “We would’ve drowned in hospital bills and lost everything after the asshole hit my dad with his car and tried to fight us in court.” She clenches her jaw and stares Burke down. “Do what you want, Burke. I won’t make this worse than it needs to be.”

Glares from her fellow patrons fixate on John as he enters the bar and takes a seat next to the Junior Deputy. She smells of alcohol and is obviously intoxicated, judging by the glossy look in her eyes.

“That was quite the show you put on earlier,” he says amusedly. Rook rolls her eyes and downs her shot.

“Burke’s too stubborn. Pisses me off.”

“My family and the devoted got quite a kick out of what transpired.”

“Good for them.”

“You know, Rook. I didn’t expect you to recognize me.”

At this, Rook shoots John a look. “Are you serious?” she says with a slight slur, and turning back to her drink. “How could I ever forget a face like yours?”

John chuckles and Rook remains unaware of what she said. “My, you are intoxicated, aren’t you?”

Rook blinks slow, staring at the table. “Fuck, I’m drunk,” she mutters.

John can’t help but roll his eyes at the younger female and stand up from his seat. He pulls cash out of his pocket and lays it on the table for Mary May and takes hold of Rook’s arm.

“Come on, Rook. Let’s get you out of here.”

Rook complies. “Where’re we going?” she questions as John slings her arm over his shoulder and guides her out of the building.

“Somewhere where you can sober up in peace,” he answers, putting her into his truck.

He’d never admit it, but John was happy to see Rook. The younger teenager he once knew had turned into a beautiful, strong woman, that remember what he had done to help her family. She fought with one of her superiors because of it and ultimately saved the county from something worse than what would’ve happened if she did arrest Joseph.

Maybe Joseph’s right. Maybe the prophecy will come true.

#john seed #john seed x deputy #deputy rook #far cry 5 #john seed x female deputy

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belovedfinch · 6 years ago

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Re-watch of Veronica Mars & Movie

“I used to be cool” -keith “when” - veronica

lol veronica putting a bong in logan’s locker

“i suddenly feel like I’m in a scene from the outsiders” - wallace

“be cool soda pop” - veronica

I love that my favourite book is referenced

“the people you love let you down” - veronica

I forgot paris hilton was on veronica mars

Duncan and his antidepressants and side effects and hallucinations of lily, I never liked duncan but please never go cold turkey off prescribed meds!

the fashion 😂

when veronica was 12 and logan first saw her he said he thought she was hot - love at first sight ? 😜

dude where’s my car joke

“change had a tendency to walk up and punch me in the face” - veronica

you can tell logan is afraid of his dad straight away

his mum sits on the couch drinking wine while her son is getting belted cool cool cool cool....

Never underestimate the size of my cahoeneys😂Logan is my fav

“what is so great about living?” - Logan

Mac is awesome, I forgot her name was cindy, I named my cat after my favourite barbie doll whose name was Cindy r.i.p beautiful ❤️

“I guess we remember it differently” - Logan, me to my brother about our childhood

leighton meester, monique coleman from high school musical, Adam Scott!

logan put his gum under a chair in the police office! yuck

“there is also a tribe that worships Donald trumps hair” - veronica

“what, did he loose a puka shell?” - weevil about logan😂

when logan starts crying in the lobby after he mistakes his step-sister as his mum😭

meg with her pretty in pink dress up for the 80s valentines day dance and duncan is ducky❤️

I wish my school had an 80s theme dance, but I would be too indecisive about who to go as tbh.

“whoever said it’s a mans world, didn’t know how easy it is to be a girl” - veronica, you can tell a man wrote that line

horned mascot from riverdale - veronica and calls herself betty when she goes to the other school

kinda forgot how relatable veronica is, loner, pushes people away

that black beanie with the flames

the flashbacks or hallucinations that show lily speak to people/mostly veronica, remind me of allison in pretty little liars

aussie guy - from home and away i think

never really liked duncan

logan punching the fbi agent

love how mac and keith both say “earth to mars”

logan step-sister trina when she asks him for money reminds me of my brother

veronica had a slider and so does wallace in the second season, my sister had a purple one and i wanted it so bad

logan’s smirk at veronica when she found his step-sisters boyfriend

wow aaron’s father being an abuser, then himself, glad the cycle stopped with logan

thats amore playing whilst aaron beats up his daughters abusive boyfriend

I always felt bad for leo as much as I love LoVe. Veronica basically just used him

sean from degrassi is on veronica mars

“i like what i see in him when he’s with you” - aaron echolls

I think i could love her plays as veronica stands logan up on his boat

“the thought of you breeding? ugh” - logan to dick

logan’s allergic to shell fish

“All i care about is you” - logan

“just evaporate or something” - logan

why didn’t aaron get rid of the tapes? did he not think someone would find his secret ?

sucks that veronica spent her savings for college on her mum to go to rehab and her mum didn’t even last

logan on the bridge where his mother committed suicide, about to jump

when keith saves veronica from the fridge and his on fire and his in a gurney and says “who’s your daddy?”

I’m glad she realises her mum as much as she loves her she is better off without her, that’s what alcoholics do, they are liars.

“don’t forget about me veronica” - lily

greenhouse academy has the same cliffhanger as season 1 of veronica mars

logan shows up at 3am beat up and framed for stabbing someone, then he hears on the radio that his father killed his girlfriend and that his father was sleeping with her

it’s was always duncan right? breaking up with logan making any excuse, all because you finally find out your not brother and sister. ugh

like logan said everyone in his life was gone, the one person he opened up to. also left him. Not cool veronica

the bus crash reminds me of degrassi

“you must chill” veronica says to a girl that has just lost her father in a bus crash and is being bullied and blamed just because her dad had mental health issues and the good ol sheriff feeds the press that it might have been a suicide attempt

curly dude washed up on the beach with veronicas name on his hand, is that like twin peaks, or the guy in australia that was found on the beach with something on his hand but they he had no ID and all the tags were off his clothes

PLL writers should take notes on veronica mars on how to tie up loose ends

“what conspiracy have you pulled out of your ass today”- logan

“my day is complete veronica mars has accused me of evil” - logan, as he twists the ends of his imaginary moustache

veronica is very selfish if you think about it, she asks for favours all the time from her friends but she is never there to hear their problems, she thinks the world does actually revolve around her.

lol logan in the line-up

eye roll aaron blaming duncan and then saying he snapped

cameo by that chick off of america’s next top model

aaron got a psychology degree in jail lol

omg able coonz dying thinking his only daughter is alive but she got killed and shoved into an ice machine holder thingy at a stingy motel

lol when veronica lays down onto logan thinking its duncan

“3rd wheel beginners guide” - logan

“nobody likes an eager beaver” logan to cassidy, was rob waiting a whole season to make that joke and thats why the nickname beaver was given to him?

singer maybe billy idol?

I feel like megs death was a crappy ending, like did she just die so that once again duncan and veronica are split up because of circumstance and they are star-crossed true lovers (eye roll)

“whats your poison” - veronica (breakfast club reference)

“sorry we are all out of liquid evil” - veronica to logan

michael cera

when logan pretends to get burned by the bible when interning for woody

gia says logan uses humour and sarcasm to something something, dance episode

we used to be friends along time ago, but i haven’t thought of you lately at all

logan not taking any of his fathers bull shitting when he was on trial on the stand

“So, apparently, if you're handsome and famous enough, you can just lie under oath, and that's cool.” - veronica

when woody finds veronica on the computer he is creepy af

can we just talk about how much logan went through and how mentally that would fuck you up, yet he never resorted to violence

“it was worth getting taped to a poll” - wallace

lol veronicas dad when she graduates

dicks “trust me I’m rich” shirt

keith says “Carol channings still alive isn’t she?” and I’m like no she died 6 days ago

season 3

don’t like the new intro

“Back ups in charge? what about the bitch he’s been seeing” - V

WHY THE F IS KEITH HELPING CASABLANCAS WHEN CASIDY HIS SON RAPED HIS DAMN DAUGHTER

MAC “hey i know that guy’ (wallace)

there is no one else, i only want you - logan

fracking

victoria from twilight is in a sorority

I love when logan comes over for dinner and he just smirks at keith and veronica’s banter

i forgot logan had a brother

lol the clerk calls condoms “raincoats” so does my great aunty

diana from glee is on here

veronica is pretty selfish, like her dad was in a car accident and she is annoyed and disapproving of him having a relatioship , she can’t just trust logan?!? ugh

but for logan to run away from the burning motel, it’s just what douchebag pukashell wearing logan would do, not the actual logan

holy crap veronica was SOO damn lucky logan was there at that moment she would be baled and raped, like is once not enough for gods sake?

guy from the nanny

when logan calls veronica from the other side of the cafeteria and she ignores it and he is basically crying :(

logan and i broke up , “are you okay?” keith, “it was unexpected” -v wtf bitch you didn’t trust him, you had a fight, how was it unexpected

dude from waynes world

I love the hooker story line, max & wendy aww

I’ve always hated maddison far out she is a piece of work

ep13 “where are your heads?” basketball coach, me “Obviously not in the game”

lol how dick locks logan on the balcony

logan is yoshi in mario cart!! so am i

“how is it you have so many friends? you don’t even like people” v to l

Lafayette from true blood is a child solider

why did logan invite parker to be with him over break when he obviously wasn’t happy or didn’t want her to go, was it just to prove veronica wrong that “that’s just the way he is” like v said is true, to prove that he has changed.

like it just seems logan and veronica are denying their feelings for each other

that writer from once upon a time is in here, he is in everything

mars uses venus razor

oh the logan piz fight…

such a crap ending to an amazing show

movie

I just love the scene where logan is leaning up against the car like jake from 16 candles (i did post a comparison of the two ages ago)

I like how logan went out with the crazy chic, he was so nonchalant about it, because he wanted to pay veronica back for coming back to neptune when he called even though they hadn’t spoken like 10 years.

kind upset that it wasn’t leighton meester that played carrie

comeback always

logan isn’t supposed to remember the epic quote because he was drunk?

I have so much love for logan, I relate to him so much and it was honestly the best day of my life when I met Jason ( i also met percy and michael) he was so kind to me and I gave him a letter I had written and he was just so down to earth.

How else is pumped for the return?!?

#veronica mars #veronica mars thoughts #kristen bell #jason dohring #percy daggs iii #michael muhney #enrico colantoni #queued

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papa-rhys · 6 years ago

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Penthouse (John Duncan x Reader)

Note: I’ve had this in my folder for literally months, but I’m finally posting it! It’s 3k words of John Duncan being a suave and sophisticated party host with the objective of getting into readers pants. Enjoy!

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You stand at the edge of the room, taking a few moments to get your breath back after dancing, an empty champagne glass in one hand and your shoes in the other. You’d bought the shoes especially for the party and hadn’t had a chance to break them in yet, so standing around in them for the last four hours had been rather painful and you thought your feet deserving of a break.

The lights are low in John Duncan’s penthouse and every bit of space is occupied with warm bodies, sweating as they twist and turn in time with the music – music which is very loud. Golden balloons drift along the ceiling and matching gold fabric is draped across the windows that cover an entire wall of the apartment, opening up onto a balcony that overlooks the city. The glass is so clean that you wouldn’t know there was glass there at all, and you can’t help but smile at the thought of people bumping into the window, thinking it was an open door.

You’ve never been to the rich side of the city before - nor had you ever met John - so when your best friend was given a plus one to the party, you were more than happy to accept the offer. It was safe to say that partying was kind of your thing, although you were normally the one hosting them. You’d gotten quite a name for yourself around the city, but when people started talking about a relatively new face by the name of John Duncan, you were eager to check out the competition.

Your best friend, Andy, returns from the bar with your drinks. “Here,” he says, doing his best to make himself heard over the music. “Get that down you.”

You take a sip and immediately spit it back into the glass. “What the fuck is that?” You frown, wiping your tongue on the back of your hand. “It tastes like gasoline!”

He chuckles and takes the glass from you, emptying it into a potted plant and placing it on the coffee table nearby. “Some expensive shit that the bartender recommended. I don’t know, man, rich people’ll buy anything if they’re told it’s fancy. My dad once paid $3000 for a coffee machine because the salesman told him it was the same one that the Queen of England has.”

“Does the Queen of England even drink coffee?” you ask.

”No idea,” he shrugs. “But my dad does.”

Your eyes wander the room until they find John on the other side of the improvised dance floor. He’s surrounded by people, all chattering away with each other. You recognise a few of them; celebrities and local legends. People you’ve only ever shared a building with when you’re blind drunk and being escorted out of fancy restaurants that you have no business being in any way. He’s just as attractive as you’d assumed he would be. With a tailored suit, a fine physique, and just the right amount of stubble that says “I’m a professional lawyer, but I’m not a conventional one.”

“You should go over and talk to him,” Andy says, noticing your stare.

“What?” You ask, snapping out of your analysis of John and shaking your head to clear your thoughts.

“You should go and talk to John.”

“What? No way. What would I say?”

“I dunno. Talk to him about the colour of your underwear for all I care, just stop staring and go say something.” He takes a sip of his drink.

“I - He’s - He’s busy. I mean, I wouldn’t want to bother him when he’s with his friends.” You say, turning your back to the crowd as more people flock to John.

“Holy shit. You wouldn’t happen to be scared, would you?” Andy teases.

“No! No. Of course not, I just-“

“Wow. Y’know, I’ve seen a lot of things during my time in this city, but I never thought I’d see the day that Y/N L/N was scared of socialising.” He laughs.

“Shut up,” you say, pointing your finger at him.

“What d’you have to lose? He wants you here anyway…” He takes a sly sip from his glass and waits for you to pick up on what he’d said.

“He- wait, what? What d’you mean he wants me here?”

“Well, you can’t tell him I told you this, but he specifically asked me to bring you as my plus one.”

Your eyes widen and then you frown with confusion. You look over your shoulder and John happens to glance over at you as you do so, resulting in accidental eye contact.

“Oh fuck,” you hiss, whipping your head back around and covering your eyes with your hand in embarrassment.

“Oh shit, he saw you,” Andy says, casually, taking another sip from his glass. “I guess you have no choice but to go over there, now. It’d be rude to ignore him after making eye contact.” He smiles, always amused by your shortcomings, as best friends often were.

“You’re a son of a bitch, y’know that?” You say, thrusting your shoes into his chest and straightening your hair out.

“That’s why we’re friends; we have that in common,” he calls after you as you begin making your way towards the edge of the bustling crowd. You put your hand in the air and flip him off as you disappear into the ocean of people.

You make your way over to the group, who are stood right next to the bar, taking up a large portion of the space around it and thus preventing the bartender from being able to hear people’s orders. John is stood in the middle of no less than 15 people and they all look at him as though they’re worshipping him, rather than simply listening to him tell stories. As you approach him, John reaches over to the bar and grabs a full glass of champagne, shoving it into your hands without even looking in your direction.

“I’m afraid I have to go now, ladies and gentlemen; my friend here requires my utmost attention-“

“I-“

John places a hand on your shoulder and turns you around to face the way you came. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, folks.” He says to them before guiding you away from the crowd and into a free space at the edge of the room.

“Y/N. A pleasure to finally meet you. My apologies for not approaching you earlier this evening,” John says, placing a hand on his chest to convey sincerity. “These people are so very needy and if you don’t give them the attention that they crave, things tend to get ugly.”

You look at him in wonder. He had a drink waiting for you? Was he really that confident that you’d approach him?

“Were you-“

“Expecting you? Yes.” He admits. “I imagine Andrew filled you in on me wanting him to bring you here.”

“Yeah, he did,” you say, tracing your thumb around the rim of your champagne glass. “I wasn’t even aware that you knew me.”

John laughs a sweet, yet utterly formulated laugh. “Of course I know who you are. Everyone at this party knows who you are.” He says, gesturing to the people around you. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Likewise. You’re encroaching on my reputation,” you joke.

“Not purposely, I assure you.” He takes a sip of his drink.

The music changes and the bass vibrates through the floor. You didn’t think it was possible for the music to get any louder than it was before, but evidently, you had been wrong. John tries to say something, but his words are lost in the sound of the speakers booming. Annoyed, he gently puts his hand on your lower back and gestures towards a door to the side of you. You glance over and Andy and find him watching you from the other side of the room. There’s a mild look of concern across his face, but before you can do anything about it, John has opened the door and ushered you inside.

You step through the door into a dark room and John closes the door behind the two of you, plunging you into complete darkness for a few seconds before he switches on the lights and you find yourself in his bedroom.

You raise your eyebrow at John, who takes a seat on the bed, straightening his suit jacket as he does so.

He looks around for a moment before realising why you’re looking at him like that.

“Oh… I just thought it’d be nice to talk in a quieter environment. I promise I’m not trying to-“

“It’s fine,” you smile, sitting beside him on the bed. “I can actually hear myself think in here, so it’s all good.”

“The one thing I dislike about parties is all the noise,” he sighs. “And the hangovers.” He adds.

“I don’t get many hangovers anymore. I did when I was younger, but I’.”m way past it now.”

There’s a few moments of awkward silence before John speaks. “So, what line of work are you in?” John asks.

“I studied journalism, and now I work as a severely underpaid intern at this crumby local news station,” you smile. “I wasn’t born into a rich family. I couldn’t really afford any fancy schools, so I didn’t get to skip all the boring, low-level jobs.”

“I wasn’t born into a rich family either,” John says, almost defensively.

“Your parents were rich though, right?”

“Indeed, they were… but I wasn’t born to them.” He says.

“Oh shit, you were… I didn’t know.”

“Not many people do.”

“Well, I’m honoured,” you smile. “I bet you hear this question a lot – although maybe not if not many people know – but do you ever wanna find your biological parents?”

John immediately shakes his head, wildly. “No, no, no.” He chuckles, setting his glass down on the floor beside his feet.

“Oh… I’ve overstepped my mark, haven’t I? I’m sorry. I have no filter when I’m nervous.”

“I make you nervous?” John asks, his mouth stretching into an excited grin.

You blush. “Uh, I mean… Kinda.”

John slowly nods his head with interest. “Good to know,” he says.

“Moving on,” you start, eager to avoid further awkwardness. “How do you know me without me knowing you?” You ask, also setting your glass beside your feet.

“Well, like I said; I’ve heard a lot about you. I’ve been living in this city for a year or so now, and I like to do my research on people.”

“Research?” You ask, admittedly more alarmed by what he may have found out about you, rather than the fact that he was looking into you to begin with.

“You have quite the social media presence and I quickly noticed that you tend to become careless when you’re drunk, so it was easy enough to gather information on you. I like to know who I’m involving myself with,” he says, leaning back on his hands.

“Involving? That’s what we’re calling it?” You chuckle. “Mr. Duncan, I’ve known you for all of five minutes. If you wanna involve yourself with me, you’re gonna have to take me to dinner fir-“

John raises his hand to your face and slowly moves the backs of his fingers along your jaw. You swallow. Oh, you think. He’s serious.

John leans in and presses his lips to yours softly and you stay there with your eyes closed for a few seconds before pulling away.

“So much for not trying anything,” you mutter, trying to alleviate some of the tension.

“Admittedly, I brought you here with an ulterior motive,” he says, still holding his hand to your face. “At first, I wanted to know why people talked about you so much. I was curious as to what was so special about you.” He slides closer to you until he’s pressed against you and begins kissing your neck. “But then,” he says between kisses. “I saw you, and I knew I just had to try you.”

Try me? You think, tilting your head to one side so that more of your neck is exposed for John to plant kisses on. You think about the stories that you’d heard about him. Among the many rumours you’d been told, you’d heard that he slept around a lot. That there was always someone different leaving his apartment building at sunrise. He collects lovers like other people collect concert wristbands, and it dawns on you that he’s slept with so many people that, quite frankly, he’s bored. He has an interest in you because you’re new to him. Like a new flavour of bubble gum, he wants to see what you feel like; what you taste like.

John runs his hand along the inside of your thigh and you lean into his touch, giving him the go-ahead to touch you a little rougher. He kisses you again. His lips taste like whiskey and cigarette smoke and you can’t deny that the kiss is good. Real good. The room is quiet as he helps you undress – the only sound being the music booming through the walls as he tosses your shirt onto the floor. Had you been a little more sober, you might not have accepted his advances so easily. You had a reputation, but that reputation certainly wasn’t for being easy. But alas, you weren’t sober, and John was far too charismatic for your mildly intoxicated brain to fend off. He’d laid down traps for you all week – pressing your friend to invite you, sneakily glancing at you from the other side of the room, plying you with drinks, ushering you into his bedroom – it was all calculated, and you’d wandered into every single trap, blissfully unaware.

You reach both hands up, burying them in his soft, dark hair as he lays you down on the bed, following suit. His hands wander across your bare skin, smoothly gliding up over your waist and settling on your ribs. You spread your legs and John positions himself between them, pulling away from the kiss for just a moment and breathing heavily whilst he unbuckles his belt. You swallow as you watch him, propping yourself up on your elbows.

As John tugs at your underwear, there’s a knock on the door – not just any knock, though. A familiar knock in the tune of Shave and A Haircut. You know who it is from that knock alone. John rolls off you and you sit up as Andy opens the door. The music floods into the previously quiet room and you find yourself wincing at how loud it is.

“Andy, what are you doing?” You hiss, crossing your arms across your chest in an attempt to cover some of the bare skin.

“I figured you might need someone to make sure you don’t do something stupid,” Andy says, looking considerably angrier than usual, with one hand on the door handle and the other wrapped around the neck of a beer bottle.

“I…”

He’s right. You do need someone to stop you from doing something stupid. Although you were having fun, you’ve only met John 5 minutes ago, and whilst partying is something you’re an avid fan of, you’re not sure if sleeping with complete strangers who made an effort to lure you here is something you want to add to your list of hobbies.

John scowls at Andy as you swing your legs over the side of the bed and gather your shirt from the floor. “Andrew...” John warns. “This isn’t your concern.”

Andy glares at John as you get dressed and join him by the door. “C’mon,” he says, placing his arm around your shoulder. “Let's get you home.”

You look back over your shoulder and find John sat upright on the bed, watching you leave. You offer him an apologetic look and he nods courteously as Andy closes the door behind you.

“What the fuck was that about?” You ask as you and Andy step out of the swanky apartment building and into the street below. It’s colder than it was earlier in the evening and it’s beginning to rain, but Andy had draped his suit jacket over your shoulders before exiting the building.

“You were gonna regret doing that come tomorrow morning,” he tells you.

“You were the one who wanted me to talk to him!”

“Yeah, because I thought he was interested in getting to know you, not…” He puts his hand on your shoulder. “Look, you’re two years younger than me, right? So it’s my moral obligation to make sure that you don’t get hurt.”

“You know him. You know what he’s like. You’re telling me you didn’t know he was trying to get into my pants?” You ask, doubtfully, raising your eyebrows at him.

“I thought he’d take things a little slower than that,” he mutters. “Listen, I was supposed to set the two of you up, but when he carted you off into that bedroom, I just got a bad feelin’, okay? I felt like it was less me setting you up for a date and more me pimping you out to my sleazy friend. I freaked out and I changed my mind. So sue me.”

There’s a few moments of silence between the two of you and Andy steps closer to the road and begins looking for a taxi.

“Thanks for lookin’ out for me,” you tell him, joining him at the edge of the curb and placing a hand on his shoulder. “But I was okay… honestly.”

He looks at you as he holds his hand out for an upcoming taxi. “Alright,” he says. “I’ll mind my own business next time.”

“No, you won’t,” you smile, adjusting the jacket around your shoulders.

“Nah, you’re right. I won’t,” he grins, opening the taxi door as it pulls up in front of you. You climb into the back of the cab and he closes the door before moving to the front passenger window and giving the driver your address. “Make sure they don’t leave the jacket when they get out; it cost me a small fortune,” he says, handing the driver a few $10 bills and stepping away from the car. “Text me when you get home,” he tells you. You nod and smile as the taxi pulls away and Andy waves you off. You watch him from the rear window as he shoves his hands into his pockets and begins his walk home in the other direction. You watch him until he’s a tiny speck on the horizon and then you turn back around.

As the driver rounds the corner, your phone vibrates in your pocket. Pulling it out and unlocking it, you find a message from an unknown number.

I’m glad you came tonight. You made my night a little sweeter. Hope to see you again soon. Coffee, maybe?

John XO

A giddy warmth rises within you and you smile down at your phone – something the driver picks up on as he glances at you in the rearview mirror. “Looks like young love to me,” he remarks with a smile, his kind eyes reflecting the city lights from behind his wire frame glasses.

“Yeah,” you grin, slipping your phone back into your pocket and looking out the window. “Maybe.”

#john seed #john seed x reader #far cry 5 #my writing #writing: john seed

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rainydayimagine · 7 years ago

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When you say you love them for the first time

Cait: You two had been together about two months now. You were happy. Genuinely happy. Cait did something. She accidentally swore in front of a child. Then proceeded to realize she swore in front of a child and swore again. You didn’t know what to do except laugh. “Cait you goofball. I love you.” You chuckled. She stopped. Unsure what to do she simply kissed you. “You’re not so bad yourself sweet talker.” She smiled.

Curie: you and Curie. Ultimate science partners and lovers. The two of you were inseparable which is why when you went to the Institute by yourself, curie nearly had a heart attack. Finally you returned speechless to information about your son. You walked confused until you head footsteps and the feeling of petite arms wrapping around you from behind. You turned around to see Curie, who was literally in tears because she missed you. “I missed you dearly…"She said into your chest. You smiled. "I love you curie.” You admitted. She smiled looking up. “I love you too Y/n” When she met you she had little to no grasp on what love was. But now standing there with you. She most definitely knew what love was now.

Danse: You and Danse. Ultimate power couple. You two kicked ass. But Danse was now in hiding. From Maxson. You and the entire fucking brotherhood found out causing Danse to flee. God knows what he must’ve felt. You ran to the bunker you found out he was staying in and made it through. Finally Danse sat in a seat, staring at his holotags, depressed. “Danse?” You called out. He didn’t look up. “…Why are you here? Maxson order you to kill me?” He asks. You swallowed the lump in your throat. “…I’m not going to obey his orders."You say as you drop your gun. Danse looks at you. "You know he’s not going to let me live–” You cut him off. “I’ve done plenty of favors for Maxson, he can let me have this one.” You assured him. Danse sighs setting the tags on the table. “…I’m not human. And you still want me?” Danse asked. You nodded. You heard Maxson outside. “….Danse hold on.” You assured him. You walked outside and had a loud heated conversation with Maxson. “FINE. He… he’ll stay alive but he’s dead to the brotherhood. If you bring him on our property-” “Thank you."You said. You turned to see danse. "Why did you do that?” He asked you. “Because that’s what you do when you love someone.” You tell him. “…you… love me?” He asks. “Yes…” you said. Danse hugged you, burying his head into your neck. God was he glad he still had you.

Deacon: bitch please. This man said it to you first.

Hancock: you. Just you. That’s all Hancock thought about. Ever since you drunkenly kissed him he was going insane. You wanted to scream in a pillow and he wanted to kiss you again. You and Hancock got into a heated argument. A crazy one at that. The topic was Shaun. Oh boy this argument got loud. “YOU SHOULDN’T BE RISKING YOUR LIFE LIKE THIS!” Hancock shouted. “HE’S MY SON! I’D GLADLY WALK INTO THE GLOWING SEA TO HOLD HIM AGAIN!” You argue. “IF IT BOTHERS YOU SO MUCH THEN MAYBE YOU SHOULD LEAVE WITHOUT ME!” Hancock yelled. “I CAN’T.” You paused. You knew if this continued you’d end up telling him. “WHY!?” He asked. “…BECAUSE… because I.."you wanted a excuse. "What!?"He asked. ”…I can’t tell you why.“You sighed. "Y/n you tell me or I walk out that door."He threatens. "I LOVE YOU, YOU IDIOT!” You screeched. Hancock froze. Love. That’s what he felt. He knew it wasn’t a crush because he grew infatuated with you. Hancock kissed you as a response. You never argued again. Anytime you two were pissed off you’d ignore each other until one of you missed the other.

McCready: wow. You. Just. You. It didn’t take long for McCready to fall head over heels for you. After you helped save Duncan he loved you. And you loved him. But both of you were so scared to say it. So when it came out, it made you two very happy and a lot less anxious. You two were so tired. You had needed caps so you worked a lot of extra hours for Nick. ALOT OF EXTRA HOURS. you were so tired. You finally fell asleep with McCready’s drifter coat as a blanket. You woke up and saw McCready still asleep. You smiled at the sniper and muttered “I love you.” “I love you too.” He responded not opening his eyes. You blushed crimson. “…you’re awake?” You asked. “Indeed… and right now I’m glad I am."He said sitting up. You smiled. "Idiot."You chuckled. He smiled and kissed you.

Preston: was also first to tell you.

Piper: She was crazy about three things in this world. Nat, the truth, and you. She loved you so much but was surprisingly terrified to tell you so. She loved you and alot of your traits and things you’d do. Like when you steal her hat just to see her flustered. Or when you’d play with Nat and Dogmeat. The list was building up. This was the day to tell you though. This was when everything was going down. You and her going to Far Harbor. She knew some things about this place. Like how it’s got mist that kills people. Or how there’s monsters they’ve never seen before. God was she scared. You two sat in the boat as Nick steered you to hung out on deck. ”…Hey y/n… can we talk?“She asks. You nodded with a soft smile that drove her crazy. "Yeah go ahead."You assured. Piper fiddled her fingers and she had a idea. She took off her hat, placing it on your head and pulled it down so you couldn’t see her face, which right now was red as a tomato. ”…I don’t have a lot of things that I love to death. Besides Nat I didn’t think I’d ever care about anyone else… Blue…. Um… I..“ you shifted the hat and smiled. "Piper. I love you."You told her. She smiled still blushing like a mad man and hugged you. You set the hat back on her head and she smiled still hugging you. "I love you too."She said.

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bloodshedandbeasts · 7 years ago

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sunshine

All you had wanted to do was uphold the law and meet up with your childhood friend, John Duncan again. Finding your soulmates, fighting a cult - those had never been a part of the equation. But sometimes life throws things at you and there's nothing you can do but roll with the punches.

“These violent delights have violent ends.” -Shakespeare

You knew this was going to be a bad day when you woke in a cold sweat. The lingering voices of your parent’s disappointment and abuse still lingering in your ears. They’d been dead for over a decade, and still you’d wake hearing them screaming at you.

The day didn’t get better when you arrived at the office to find all but the dregs of the coffee gone and a US marshall showing up halfway through the day, with a warrant for Joseph Seed. They’d done well enough not to disturb the fragile peace between the county and the cult for the past ten years, and this had ‘going to fuck everything up’ written all over it. But you all get into the helicopter anyways. Five people to hold back the madness this was sure to release. You were pretty damn sure that this was going to end in flames.

Sheriff Whitehorse looks at Marshall Burke, “Sometimes it’s best to leave well enough alone. Are you sure you want to fuck with Joseph Seed?”

“You know what’s going on in there. It’s our job to enforce the law.” Burke replies and pulls out a phone video of the cult.

You watch as Joseph Seed gouges some poor man’s eyes out without mercy. This was a very bad idea. Not even the soft hum of your soulmate marks against your wrist, hidden under leather gloves, was enough to calm you down. The bare fact that your soulmates, who you hadn't even met yet, could feel your emotions through the tenuous bond said enough about the stress and panic wracking your bones. The marks had shown up when you'd turned twenty-three, two years later than the average age most people got theirs. But it was soothing to know that out there were people who would fit perfectly with you. Their cracks meshing with your own.

“Last chance Marshall.” Sheriff Whitehorse tells Burke as they set down in the helicopter. It’s a little after two in the morning and you’re wondering how the cult still seems so awake. Lights on and abuzz.

“We’re going in.”

Before you leave the helicopter, Whitehorse grabs the radio one more time. “Dispatch, you still there?”

Nancy’s soft voice responds, “Yes, go ahead Sheriff.”

“If you don’t hear from us in fifteen minutes you call everyone in. Call the National Guard if you have to. Over.”

“Understood. Good luck in there. Over.”

You and Deputy Pratt exchange looks as you all step out and into Eden’s Gate territory. Deputy Hudson stays up front by the Sheriff as you walk in through crowds of believers.

There are dogs barking and fires light the way.

“Rookie on me.” Hudson keeps you close as you get closer to the main church doors. When you enter, Hudson stays behind to watch your backs. It’s the only reason you keep going in.

The church is full of followers. And in front, shirtless, stands Joseph Seed with three figures behind him as he preaches.

The Marshall waits until his speech is finished to issue the arrest warrant. “Joseph Seed. I have a warrant issued for your arrest. On the suspicion of kidnapping with the intent to harm. Now I want you to step forward and keep your hands where I can see ‘em.”

Joseph’s, the Father’s, eyes are dismissive as they slide over the Marshall, the Sheriff, and Pratt, to land on you. They’re too calm. You have no idea how he’s keeping his cool and control over the seething mob you stand besides.

“There they are. The locusts in our garden. See they have come for me. They’ve come to take me away from you. They’ve come to destroy all that we’ve built.”

Joseph steps towards your group. You’re almost operation on autopilot; watching everything play out before you, the oppressive atmosphere in the church reminds you too much of your parents. One wrong step here, one imperfection, and there is a good chance you’ll die or go missing like so many others.

“I knew this moment would come. We have prepared for it. Go, go. God will not let them take me.” The congregation filters out of the church at his words, leaving only the three behind him. Two men, one woman. One of the men looks familiar to you, but the light is too dim to really figure out where you’ve seen his face before. But you know it, the younger man’s face is familiar to you in a way that you cannot place. But now isn’t the time for it. There is too much at stake to become lost in memories.

“Step forward.” The Marshall demands and pulls you from your thoughts.

“And I saw, behold it was Whitehorse...” Joseph starts, and looks from Whitehorse to you, “and Hell followed with it.” He raises his wrists towards you, ignoring the others.

“Rookie, cuff that son of a bitch.” Whitehorse orders in your ear and you pull out your cuffs.

“God will not let you take me.” Joseph informs you as autopilot takes over again and you start to cuff him. As the cuffs click into place he speaks again “Sometimes the best thing to do is to walk away.”

You would if you could. This isn’t your idea, but if what Burke is accusing him of is true then you need to do something to enforce the law you swore to protect and uphold. The mystery of the brown haired man behind Joseph, a smirk on his face, can be solved later. After you’re out of there. After it feels like you can breathe again.

You begin your walk out of the church, gloved hand on Joseph’s shoulder. Getting out of here is absolutely not going to be as easy as walking in.

#fc5 #far cry 5 #fc5 fanfiction #its also on ao3 #soulmates au

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sueboohscorner · 7 years ago

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OUTLANDER S3 Ep8 : "First Wife" or.....The Bitch Is Back

Okay, so I will admit it. I didn't hate this episode as much as I thought. It was actually a pretty good episode, so I give kudos to the new writer who wrote this one.

So, just as we found out at the end of the episode, Jamie and Claire are taking Young Ian back to Lallybroch. We are spared the tedious long journey across the country from Edinburgh and we see them come through the archway. Claire admits that she never thought to see that place again. However, the greeting she receives is not as welcoming as she thought. Jenny makes a few snide comments towards Claire. "So that's why your home, tail dragging and with a stray who's dropped back into our lives after 20 years as though nothing's changed."

Everyone heads inside and of course Young Ian has to chime in that Auntie Claire killed a man only a day after she arrived. "Killed him good!" he boasts. Claire sees the dirty looks and adds that yes, it wasn't her fault, the man attacked her and most importantly it wasn't in front of Young Ian. Young Ian is ordered from the room and to make sure he is easy to find when it is time for an ass whooping.

The conversation turns on Jamie and keeping the secret of their son's whereabouts. Jamie says he thinks of Young Ian as a son himself and would do anything to keep him safe. Well, Ian speaks up and hands Jamie his belt. If he thinks of Young Ian so much like a son, then he has to discipline him as such. In a change from the book (I mean God forbid we see a spanking on screen....especially being in the 1700's!), Jamie suggests that there is another way to punish the boy. Jenny adds a snide remark to her brother, “Listen to you telling me what I should do. You must ken it’s a mortal sin to take another wife while the first still walks the Earth!” Jamie replies that he would have never done such a thing if he had known that Claire was still alive.

A little while later we see that Young Ian is made to work in the muck and straw which he complains to his sister, hanging out laundry, that it is little kids work. He's miserable. LOL! Meanwhile, Claire sees that the Fraser/Murray family breeds like freaking rabbits. She meets a few of Young Jamie and his sister, Margaret's kids running around. Both Young Jamie and Margaret were just babies themselves when Claire left.

Jamie and Jenny have a moment to themselves and Jenny asks where the hell Claire has been all these years. Jamie just gives her the half truths as with everyone else. He got Claire to safety and he went back to Culloden prepared to die. She, thinking he was dead, boarded a ship and sailed to America and she has been living in Boston until now.

Jenny is not stupid by any means and can smell a lie a mile away. She tells Jamie, "The Claire I kenned would never have stopped looking for you." Well, Jenny, it is expensive and dangerous to cross the ocean on those boats and there is no easy way to do research from over there.....so......

In their room later that evening, Claire asks Jamie why they can't just tell Jenny the truth about her time travelling abilities. After all, it worked with Murtagh. Jamie's answer? That Murtagh was a worldly man, meaning he has been around and traveled and more open minded. Jenny has never been off the estate and she just wouldn't see it the same way and be as open to it. In my opinion, that is the DUMBEST answer ever. Basically calling Jenny a simpleton. Not cool dude.

Jamie suggests they could build a nice cottage for them both on the outskirts of the estate. Claire isn't so sure, as Jenny can't even stand the sight of her. Jamie remembers back to when he thought she might have come back and tells her how he escaped Ardsmuir prison after hearing the ranting of Duncan Kerr about a white witch that guards the treasure.

Here we get to see the part missing from that episode when Jamie swam to Silkie Island to search for Claire. The swimming of that sea must have been ice cold and in reality you have to think he might have gotten hypothermia or something. However, a wet, distraught, and desperate Jamie climbs up to the old ruins on the island and starts screaming for Claire. Jamie's voice over is telling Claire that of course he didn't find her, but he turned and looked in just the right direction and saw the McKenzie clan crest etched into a stone. He removed it and found a box that held ancient coins, some jewelry and some precious stones. He knew he couldn't take it with him, so he just grabbed one sapphire, which we know is the one he gave to Lord John.

Jamie tells Claire he would have given everything to be with her again. He tells Claire, “There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you, Sassenach…” We know he is about to admit to Claire about remarrying, but the door bursts open and two girls, one with red hair, are there and one yells "Daddy!"

Before Claire can totally react to that, the girl's mother appears.....none other that the bitch Laoghaire! Told you people you wouldn't like it! She looks at Jamie and then sees Claire and yells about him being with THAT WITCH and some other choice words I am not allowed to repeat here.

She sees Claire's confused reaction and takes advantage and gloats “He didn’t tell you?” Laoghaire asks. “He’s my husband now.” Claire is stunned and Jamie rushes Laoghaire out of the room.

Claire in a shocked stupor, but anger rising by the minute, starts to gather her things to leave. Jamie re-enters the room and tries to stop her from going. Claire turns on him saying, “It’s Laoghaire,!“She tried to have me killed!” Jamie answers “You’re the one who told me to be kind to the lass." Claire scoffs and says, “I told you to thank her, not marry her!”

Claire asks the ultimate question we have all been wondering, why did he feel it okay to tell her about Willie, but NOT about his other wife, Laoghaire? Jamie admits that he was scared that she would be upset and leave and he didn't want to lose her again.

The fight escalates and Jamie throws over a washstand and contents. Then the true feelings are revealed. Jamie feels abandoned by Claire leaving which she scoffs at since HE is the one that sent her away. Claire says that she feels betrayed that Jamie was able to move on with his life without her. Jamie replies that he resents the idea of Frank raising his child and screwing his wife. He asks Claire if she knows what it is like to live without a heart for so long. Duh! Claire answers that she does, she and Frank did not have a great marriage but he was a great dad to Bree. After some more, Claire tries to leave again, Jamie grabs her arm, she demands he get his hands off of her and let her go, he refuses and they end up overcome with passion. This would have been an awesome fight sex scene. They both end up trying to rip each other's clothing off and are on the floor grunting when none other than Jenny bursts in and throws a bucket of water over them. She tells them to stop rutting like two wild animals and that the entire household could hear them. Well, can't tell them to "get a room"....they already were there. Claire walks out leaving Jamie breathless and in shock on the floor.

Downstairs Claire is staring into the fire and is asked if she wants a whiskey. It is Jenny's other daughter Janet. She hands Claire the whiskey and asks for her apologies. She was the one who went to summon Laoghaire. Claire asks why and Janet admits it was because her mother told her to do it.

Claire goes to confront Jenny and asks her why she did it. Jenny said she had to watch her brother suffer all those years and then admits to seeing Claire's ghost (in the book it is her "fetch") inbetween Laoghaire and Jamie at the wedding. Jenny asks why Claire, in 20 years never bothered to write. Not once. Claire tries the excuse that she thought Jamie was dead, but it is evident that Jenny isn't buying it. Jenny makes a remark and Claire admits to having another husband in Boston as a matter of survival. That makes Jenny stop. Jenny admits to seeing Claire as a sister and it hurt that it seemed she wanted nothing to do with the family by not writing. Jenny says that it is apparent that there is more to the story, but maybe Claire will tell her the rest someday. It is a good moment between the two.

Claire is walking past the outbuildings heading out. Jamie yells to her and she ignores him. He pleads with her not to go, but she says she made a HUGE mistake in coming back here. She reminds Jamie that he said that he promised not to lie and had her say it too. He LIED this time.

Before they can argue anymore, Laoghaire appears and has a gun which she points at Claire. "He's mine." comes up (I am getting images of an episode of Bones here....mental lady obsessed with a man). She is about to shoot and Jamie steps in front of Claire. Laoghaire accidentally shoots the gun and buckshot gets Jamie's arm. Laoghaire tries to come to Jamie's side, but Claire turns vehemently on her and actually scares her away. LOL!!

Doctor Claire comes out and they get Jamie on a table. Jamie makes a comment and Claire says that she is tempted but will not let him die. Ian is sent for hot water and Claire gets her tools and is assisted by Young Ian. It is not easy, since it is buckshot and there is one piece lodged near an artery. However, Claire is successful and gets him bandaged up.

He is resting with Claire nearby and when he stirs, Claire asks why he married that woman. He claimed that upon returning from Helwater, he had been away from Lallybroch too long.

He was like a ghost and not needed. He felt empty and possibly a little lonely especially at Hogaminy (Christmas / New Years) when Lallybroch was alive like it was when his parents were alive. Two girls come up to him and ask him to dance and he decides to do so. Afterward, he discovers that their mother is Laoghaire. She had been married a couple of times, and now was alone trying to raise her girls by herself. Jamie continues that it was okay at first, but there were days she wouldn't talk to him and she would recoil at his touch. He tried to be gentle, but it was never enough. She must have been sexually abused in her past marriages. He eventually left and ended up in Edinburgh and would send money home. Jamie starts to doze and Claire looks at him and feels his forehead. He has a high fever. She gets out the penicillin and the needle. Jamie tries to protest and asks if it will hurt and Claire jabs him in the ass. Yep.

The next day, Ned Gowan comes to visit and Claire is surprised to see that he is still alive and almost looks exactly the same. He is there to counsel Jamie on his most unfortunate circumstance named Laoghaire. Well, the good news is that since Jamie's first wife, Claire has returned, they are still married and the one with the other woman is not. However, the bitch wants something in restitution. 20 pounds plus 10 pounds a year until the girls are wed. Jamie and the family discuss the extortion of this woman and Jamie says it is his to bear, not Jenny and Ian's. He remembers the treasure on the island, but because of his arm, he can't swim across to get it. Young Ian offers himself, and Jamie admits the boy is a "brawny swimmer". From there, they will head to France to meet up with cousin Jared who will be able to exchange the goods for sterling which he will send home to get to Laoghaire. Jenny of course, hates this idea, but eventually gives in to allowing her youngest son to be a man and gain experience and adventure (don't worry....lots of that coming up in the future!)

Claire and Jamie stand on a cliff watching Young Ian swim out to the island. Claire starts to wonder if her and Jamie are still meant to be together. Jamie tells Claire about a type of bird that when hunting it and you kill one, you must wait until morning for its mate to arrive and then kill it too or it would mourn itself to death.

He says that Claire and he are mated for life. He would not live without her (again). Before they can get any deeper into their conversation, Claire notices something and has Jamie turn around. It is a ship! Jamie looks for Ian and sees him coming down from the ruins with the box. However, the ship has dispatched a boat of men, who come upon the island.

Jamie and Claire run down to the shoreline and are yelling to Ian when the men grab him, and throw him in the boat. Great.....Jenny is going to LOVE THIS ONE!

So that is where it ends this week. Finally we will be on the open sea next week for more adventure.

Tell me your thoughts in the comment section below! Overall I would say a B+ for this episode!

#Outlander Season 3 #Outlander #Outlander Starz #Outlander (TV series)#Jamie Fraser #Jenny Murray #Ian Murray #Young Ian Murray #Laoghaire MacKenzie #Sam Heughan #Caitriona Balfe #Steven Cree #Laura Donnelly #First Wife

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