#ay….magnifique

[age-of-moonknight]

“Crusader,” Phases of the Moon Knight (Vol. 1/2024), #1.

Writer: Benjamin Percy; Artist: Rod Reis; Letterer: Cory Petit

[milfweirdal]

(quiet background laughter)! (wild guitar solo and intense drumming) (cheery tooting) WELL. I'm not the brightest crayon, in the boooxxx. (chaotic and playful melody) eeeEEveryone says I'm dumber, than a bag of roo-oocks. (chaotic and playful melody) (stanky slap bass) I barely even know… how to put on my own pa-ANts!! But I'm a genius in France (YEAH), genius in France (guitar squeal) genius in Fraaannce! (drumroll) Hoom chaka laka hoom chaka laka hoom chaka! I may not be the sharpest hunk of chee-ee-ese… (chaotic and playful melody) I got a negative number on my Ess Ay Teesssss… (chaotic and playful melody) (wibbling synth) I'm not good lookin'!! and I - don't know how to da-AANce! ButneverthelessandinspiteoftheevidenceIamstillwidelyconsideredtobe a genius in France, genius in France, genius in FRAAANCE! (electronic splart) (ding) (blibilbiliblbi) (twinklewtwinkletwinkle) (DONG) (click) (quack) (chaotic brass honking) People say I'm a geek, a moronic little freak, an annoying pipsqueak with an unfortunate physiiiiique! (jaunty bassline) If I was any dumber�� they'd have to water-me-twice a WEEEEEEEK! (drum fill) But when the Mademoiselles see me, they all swoon and shriek (brass honk) they dig my mystique, they say I'm c'est magnifique (brass honk) When I'm in Par-ee, (suddenly accordioning Frenchly) I'm the chiiiiiic-est of the chiiiiiiic! (drum fill) They love my body odor and my bad toupee, they love my stripey shirt and my stupid beret. And when I'm sipping (carefree guitar riff) on a Perrieeeee-e-e-er (bow! dwey doo dwey doo! bow! dwey doo dwey doo!) in some café down in St. Tropeeee-e-e-ez, it's hard to keep the fans at bay! (yeah.) They say, "SIGN MY POODLE. SIL-VOUS PLAAAAIT? SIGN MY POODLE. SIL-VOUS PLAAAAIT?” Hemeneneh humeneneh himeneneh homeneneh POODLE. POODLE. (fucknasty guitar solo) (weird rattley instrument) (low tone) Folks in my hometooown… think I'm a fooool… Got too much chloriiiine… in my gene pooool. (normal tone) A few peas short of a casserole? (drum fill) A few buttons missing on my remote control?! (low quiet background screech) A few fries short of a happy meal? (drum fill) I couldn't pour water out of a boot - with instructions on the heel! Instructions on the heeeeeeel? Instructions on the heel. (drum fill) (jangly carefree guitar) But when I'm in Provence, I get free croissants! (weirdly echoey dog bark) Yeah, I'm the guy every French lady wants! And if you ask 'em why, you're bound to get this respoOOONSE! (He's a genius in France, genius in France!!) That's right! (He's a genius in France, genius in France!!) You know it! (He's a genius in France, genius in France, genius in FRAAANCE!) (drum fill) (electronic squimp and blooping) I'm not the brightest buuulb on the Christmas treeeee… (chaotic and playful melody) But the folks in France, they don't seem to agree… (chaotic and playful melody) (oddly seductive tone of voice) They say, "Bonjour, Monsieur…” (normal tone) would you take ze picture with meeee?!" I say, "Ouuuii, ouuuuiiii". That's right, I say, "Ouuuui, ouiiiii". "Ouuuuiiii, ouuuuiiii". He says, "Ouuuuuiii, ouuuuiiiiii…" I'm dumber than a box of hair~! But those Frenchies don't seem to care~! Don't know why, mon frère, but they love me there. I'm a genius in France! (YEAH) I'm a genius in France! (wah-wah guitar riff) Gonna make a big splash when I show up in Ca-A-A-Annes! Gonna make those Frenchies scream: "You ze man, you ze man, you ze man!!" Like a fine Renooiirr (OOOIRRRRR), I've got that je ne sais quoooiii (QUOIIIIIIII), Like a fine Renooiirr (Oooh-la-laa!) I've got that je – ne - sais - quoi quoi-quoi quoi-quoooiii!! (da-dey-dey) oo-we-ooooooo~ (yeah) Quoi quoi-quoi quoi-quoooiii!! (da-dey-dey) oo-we-ooooooo~ (di-di di di) Bow diddy bow di bow di bow bow diddy bow diddy bow di bow di bow bow diddy bowwww. (snort snort-snort) (gong and warbling synth) I'm a taco short of a combo plate, but by some twist of fate, all the Frogs think I'm great. Oh, the men all faint and the women scream, they like me more than heavy cream. When I'm in Versailles, I'm a popular guy. My oh my, I'm as French as apple pie! (APPLE PIIIEE!) They think I'm awfully witty, a riot and a half. When I tell a stupid joke, they laugh (HONH HONH HONH HONH HONH) and laugh (HONH HONH HONH HONH HONH HONHHH). People in France have lots of attituuude. They're snotty and rude, they like disgusting foooood. But when they see me, they just come unGLUUUUUUED! They think that I-am-one-happening DUUUUDE! Bowm ba-ba bowm ba bowm ba bowm - I'm about as sharp as a bowling ball. But they like me better than Charles de Gaulle. Entre nous, it's very true. The room temperature's, higher than my IQ. But they love me more than Gerard Depardiiieeuuuu… How did this happen? I don't have a clue. (YEAHH.) (more fucknasty bass and guitar) Well, I'm not the quickest tractor on the faaa-arm… (normal brass honking) I don't have any skills or grace - or chaaarrm… (chaotic brass honking) And most people look at me… like I'm all covered with ants… but I'm a genius in France (YEAH!), genius in France (guitar squeal) genius in Fraaance!! (drum fill) (cheerful banjo riffing) And I'm never goin' back, I'm never goin' back! I'm nevernevernevernever goin' back home again! I'm tearin' up my return flight ticket. Gonna tell the folks back home where they can stick it! 'Cause I'm never goin' back, I'm never goin' back, I'm nevveeeer gooooin' baaaack. The girls back home never gave me a chance. But I sho' 'nuff got them Frogs in some kinda trance. And I'm aware that it's a most improbable - circumstaaance, but GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY, I'm a genius in France. (descending guitar riff) Every Frenchie that I meet. Just can't wait to kiss my feet. Get in line, pucker up, tout suite! Bowm diddy bowm diddy bowm diddy. I'm gettin' even more famous by the hour. I'm stuffed with pastries and drunk with power. Now they're puttin' up my statue by the Eiffel Tower…. (brass honking) A little more to the left, booooys, a little more to the leeeeft. A little more to the left, boys, a little more to the leeft~. (brass honking) (extended guitar and horns solo) (rattling and ringing) I'm the biggest dork there is alii-iiive! (chaotic and playful melody) My mom picked out my clothes for me…. 'til I was thirty-fiiiive! (chaotic and playful melody) And I forgot to mention!!! I'm not even welcome at the Star Trek convention!!! But the Frenchies think - that my poop don't stink - I'm a genius in FraaaaaAAAANNNCEEE? (final guitar solo) (in the smuggest tone of voice possible) Say, would you pass the Grey Poupon? Merci beaucoup!

[starwarslut]

guess who’s (finally) back with more clone wars thoughts! this one’s not a lot of content for how much time it covered, but in my defence i spent most of the time frozen in shock (if you wanna catch up here’s the first and second):

- padmé is a girlboss

- i love commander wolffe, he just has such tired oldest sibling energy: “dad left me in charge let’s just all make it there in one piece as quickly as possible please”

- i’m not emotionally prepared for the umbara arc

- oh god everything about krell is so much worse than i had expected - he just gets there and immediately starts insulting the shit out of everyone - what an ass

- on a more positive note i love hardcase he’s so enthusiastic about everything

- every interaction between fives and rex is just *chefs kiss* magnifique

- it’s been three months and i’m still not ready for the umbara arc

- all of them talking shit abt krell together warms my heart

- dogma kinda reminds me of 3po

- jesse might me my new favourite— the amount of sass in this man is astronomical

- i don’t know if i’ve said anything about this before but rex has eldest sibling energy

- like in a “rex is definitely the eldest sibling of the 501st, but the youngest sibling of the commanders” kinda way

- hardcase and fives are like kids on christmas in their stolen umbaran ships— this warms my heart because all i want is to see them happy

- fives, jesse, and hardcase’s little jailbreak with the fighters is absolutely spectacular

- jesse: i’m doing this out of spite hardcase: i’m doing this for fun

- FUCK. HARDCASE. NO.

- WAXER TOO?!?!! NONONO

- i regret ever watching star wars i did not sign up for this sort of pain

- we’re really just gonna go straight from umbara to zygerria? no break? what the hell dave?

- rex deserves a vacation this man does so much he needs a break >:(

- the little gunner sidecars!!!!!!

- ANAKINS REACTION TO THE ZYGERRIAN!!!! HOO BABEY I LOVE IT WE NEVER SEE HIM REALLY MENTION MUCH ABT HIS PRE-JEDI CHILDHOOD AND THAT’S A CRIME

- anakin trying to woo the queen is still less cringe than his flirting with padme in aotc and that’s incredibly upsetting

- BADASS ASHOKA I LOVE HER SHE IS SO BRAVE

- AYE AYE PLO KOON TO THE RESCUE

- FUCK IT UP REX HOLY MOTHERFUCKING SHIT

- wait what the fuck why does every big bad event happen back to back why can’t these poor saps catch a break i’m going to bed to have words with dave on this

- little boba in prison was a gift i didn’t know i needed— so much attitude in such a little package

- palpatine is such a bag of dicks the council should have just let him get kidnapped, maybe he would have even died

- i think it’d actually be fucking hilarious if palpatine got killed during the failed kidnapping, i don’t know or really care how, but i think it should have happened

- but anakin callin obi-wan his BEST FRIEND??!??? i’m gonna cry

- i swear to god if the obi-wan series doesn’t have more of this badass obi-wan from the hardeen mission then i don’t want it

- BOUNTY HUNTER HUNGER GAMES OH YEA BABEY

- dooku is such a dramatic bastard, he and obi-wan must have gotten along great

- why does mother talzin low-key sound like dracula from hotel transylvania (her voice has been haunting me since her first appearance but i just recently figured out that this is probably why)

- by some miracle, i’ve done an amazing job of avoiding clone wars spoilers because most of this shit took me completely by surprise, but not in a good way

[ahsporn]

Thoughts on “Red Dawn”

How the fuck is this girl alive with her guts and intestines all out and shit

Guess fucked up shit runs in your family girl

Didi

I am really enjoying Zach Villa’s acting

I know this bitch Margaret didn’t knock my boo Xavier out

Chet was like “😕” I ain’t getting in that boat with Margaret

Why can’t anyone see through this fasaude

Montana you big pussy

“Did you hit your head or something?” Lol Brooke

STFU MARGARET IM TIRED OF YOU TRYNA PUSH GODS AGENDA DOWN EVERYONES THROAT LOL

Brooke and Ray :)

Look at his fucking face Didi! This is all your fault!

Aye her first time she got a poppin was with a ghost LOL

Here she goes running through the woods like a fool

Lmfaooo I think Brooke might be my fav she’s always mashing bitches up and dipping

CHOKE THAT HOE JINGLES

Xavier no you got the wrong one!

Okay so like does everyone who dies on this campsite come back as a ghost? I’m so confuzzled

I was wondering if we’d ever see daylight again and these children would arrive lol

STAB THAT BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Dem kids were like “👁”

FUCK

I know this bitch isn’t gonna try and place the blame on my boo Brooke

Purgatory?

My babies Richard and Jingles driving off like a couple of baddies

I’m sorry but the episode gave me palpitations, indigestion and I think I shat my pants a little. Magnifique

[bee-kathony]

Formerly Fraser - Epilogue 

written by @julesbeauchamp​ & @curlsgetdemgurls​

a/n: thank you so much to everyone who has read and left comments on this story! we’re sad that it’s over, but we hope you enjoyed it! 

Previous Chapters 

5 years later

Since that day when Jamie came tumbling through Claire’s window and they vowed to reconnect, things hadn’t been smooth sailing. Every day was work and it was tough to build back that trust and foundation that they had lost over the years. Together, they took their relationship one day at a time, connecting in old and new ways and always putting the other one first.

Only five months after admitting they never truly stopped loving one another, they remarried in the Highlands. It was a small affair with only their children and Louise in attendance.

Claire was nervous. Even after all these years, Jamie still had the ability to make her knees weak with just one look. They didn’t want to make a big deal out of getting remarried which was why their whole family had come up to the Highlands to a cottage fit for all of them. Of course, Claire had invited Louise to come along, mostly just to help calm her nerves and also to help her look beautiful.

“There,” her friend brushed lightly against her cheeks and then took a step back. “Magnifique,” she kissed the tips of her fingers. “Very natural and light, but very beautiful. I wasn’t there for your first wedding, which is why you ended up marrying in Converse but I’m glad I’m here now.”

Claire chuckled and shook her head, “I’m glad you’re here too, Loulou.”  

Turning around on the plush stool, she looked at herself for the first time that day in the mirror. There were certainly a few more lines and grey hairs that hadn’t been there on her first wedding day to Jamie. Her wedding dress wasn’t a dress, but a cream colored pant suit that showcased Jamie’s favorite assets of hers. The riotous curls couldn’t be tamed, but Louise managed well enough and pinned it elegantly back to frame her face.

“What do you think girls?” Claire asked her daughters, standing up from the stool and doing a little spin.

“Gorgeous Mama!” Elena smiled, clapping her hands.

“Da is gonna lose his mind when he sees ye,” Julia smirked, taking a picture of her mother.

“I can’t believe I’m getting married again,” Claire took a deep breath, “And to the same man!”

Everyone laughed and as the laughter died down, Claire opened her arms to hug her two girls. “I love you very much my darlings. Your father and I both do, I just want to thank you both and your brother of course, for putting up with us while we sorted things out.”

“We love you too, Mama and we’re so happy you both are together again. We really are,” Elena and Julia kissed her cheeks. “Now, it’s time to get you married!”

“I suppose it is!”

Claire twisted the silver ring on her right hand – it had once been on her left hand, but Jamie had been dropping hints of a new ring. Not that she needed something new, but it was sweet of him to want to mark the occasion.

Louise held the door open of the small room and Julia and Elena went first, followed lastly by Claire. The ceremony was being held outside near tall standing stones that were behind the cottage. Jamie had arranged for a priest to officiate the wedding and Claire could just see them now – Jamie, Alex and the priest all waiting outside.

A highlander in full regalia is an impressive sight no matter how old, ill favored, or crabbed in appearance. A tall, straight bodied, middle aged highlander was breathtaking. And he was all hers.

Claire started to make her way toward Jamie slowly, their eyes locked. She couldn’t do anything but smile and felt a lump in her throat as she noticed how teary Jamie’s eyes had gotten. The wind blew all around them, lifting up the end of his kilt and Claire couldn’t help but giggle a little.

It wasn’t a long walk to him, but when she finally reached him, she breathed a sigh of relief. There was no turning back now.

“Ye look beautiful, Sassenach. The most stunnin’ bride I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he took her hands, squeezing them tightly.

“You’re not too shabby either, my darling,” The corner of her mouth flicked up into a mischievous grin. Jamie knew what wearing his kilt did to her.

They followed the priest’s instructions fairly easily and when it came time for the rings, Jamie did in fact pull out a new ring, holding it delicately in his hand. “It belonged to my mother,” he smiled proudly. “I always planned to give it to ye someday, now seems like the right time.”

“It’s gorgeous, Jamie,” Claire smiled, tears filling her eyes as Jamie slid on the ring. It really was beautiful, vintage of course with a silver band to match her other one and adorned with a white diamond in the middle, surrounded by two emeralds. Once the ring was safely on her left hand, Claire slid Jamie’s ring onto his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Now it’s time for the symbolic blood vow,” the priest said and Jamie pressed his wrist to Claire’s.

“Ye are blood of my blood and bone of my bone, I give ye my body, that we two might be one,” Jamie smiled and Claire finished, “I give you my spirit, til our life shall be done.”

The priest looked at them, slightly smiling, “I now pronounce ye man and wife. Ye may kiss yer bride,” He looked at Jamie.

Claire stepped a bit closer, her eyes never leaving his, and smiled, “Da mi basia mile…”

Jamie cupped her face, he had tears strolling down his cheeks and so had Claire. He leaned down and sealed their lips for a long moment.

“Ye go, Da!” Elena exclaimed loudly as everyone erupted into cheers.

Claire chuckled against his lips, holding him close, “We’re married!”

“Aye, Sassenach,” He smiled widely, “Thank Christ, we are.”

After their little wedding and a honeymoon in Italy, Jamie and Claire went back to a routine as a married couple. Claire realised how much she had missed having him around, even to simply share silence with. She also finally felt like the missing piece of her heart was back. And she felt like she was walking on a cloud. She cut back from the hospital and started a private practice to be able to spend more time at home with Jamie, and with the children. Annalise reacted to the news better then they both had anticipated. After a tantrum at the ceremony and another when Jamie finally went to talk to her, things calmed down. When Claire went to work the monday following the weekend that should have been Jamie’s wedding to the nurse, she had resigned and moved back to Paris.

Now, she was married to a rich french investor and she was busy spending all his money Avenue Montaigne. Or at least, that’s what Louise – who knew all of Paris – told Claire at a dinner once.

Days turned into months and into years. Julia had gotten married two years ago and recently gave birth to a little girl, Isla. Alex had moved to London and Elena worked with Jamie at his law firm.

Everyone was up in the Highlands to spend the holidays there. While Jamie was sound asleep next to her, Claire was restless and looked at the clock. It was the middle of the night and she could hear the baby cry on the other side of the hall.

Carefully, she got up and put on her bathrobe. She gave a look towards her husband before walking out silently. She found Julia walking around, rocking her daughter, and she smiled at the sight. Her baby girl was a mother now. It was funny how time flew by without anyone noticing.  

“Darling,” Claire said in a low voice, walking over her daughter, “Do you want me to take care of her?”

Julia smiled softly, nodding, “She ate, I don’t know what’s wrong with her…”

“Go back to bed, my love,” Claire kissed her daughter’s temple and took her crying granddaughter in her arms. “I’ll take care of her.”

She held her close, slowly rocking her and whispered, “You do have great lungs, wee lamb. You’re going to wake up everyone, at this rate.”

Julia watched them, “Thank you mom, I owe you one.”

“I don’t mind at all,” She smiled, not taking her eyes off her granddaughter, “It’s just some colics, I’ll make them pass while you go and rest.”

“I love you,” Julia kissed her cheek and her daughter’s head before going back to her room.

Claire made her way downstairs to the library and sat down on the leather sofa. She laid Isla on her chest and slowly started to rub her stomach.

“It’s not nice to keep your mother up at night like that, but I guess it’s payback for when she did it to me huh?” Claire couldn’t help but smile, thinking about her own children when they were that age and how desperate for sleep and silence she had been.

“But then you have an excuse, you have colics,” She whispered, noticing her granddaughter was settling and her cries had stopped, “Your mother only cried because she wanted to be held.”

Claire pulled her leg up and shifted the baby carefully, laying her against her legs and holding her little hands, “You look just like her and like your grandpapa.” She smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. Claire didn’t know it, but Jamie had woken up as she climbed out of bed and was now standing in the doorway, watching his wife and granddaughter.

During the years they spent apart, he had wondered what it would be like when they had grandchildren. He was just happy now that they were together and could all be a proper family again. There was nothing Jamie loved more than seeing his wife smile and he saw that same sweet smile on Isla’s lips. Knocking lightly on the door so not to disturb them, he smiled as Claire turned to look over at him.

“I thought you were asleep,” Claire whispered. “Did I wake you?”

“I always wake when you do, Sassenach; I sleep ill without ye by my side.” Jamie kissed the top of her head and sat down beside her, stroking Isla’s cheek.

“How did you manage for all those years without me then?” She leaned her head against his shoulder.

“I didna,” he shrugged, kissing her mass of curls. “Worst years of sleep I ever had, Sassenach.”

“Stop,” Claire blushed, nudging his side. “Well, I’d be lying if I didn’t say the same. I always feel safe when you’re beside me.”

Sliding his arm around her shoulder, he pulled her close, resting his head on hers and looked down at his granddaughter. “D'ye ken that the only time I am without pain is in your bed, Sassenach? When I take ye, when I lie in your arms-my wounds are healed, then, my scars forgotten.”

“Then you must never leave my bed,” Claire turned her head to kiss him, her hand reaching up to stroke his chin. “You are my best friend, Jamie. My lover, protector… husband and I want nothing more than to lie in your arms for all eternity.”

“Tha gaol agam ort, Sassenach,” He whispered against her lips, “Let’s bring this ween back to bed and then get back into ours, aye?”

“Let’s just stay here for a bit longer,” she smiled, her finger gently stroking their granddaughter’s cheek.

“Alright, a nighean,” He smiled, watching them.

Neither one of them knew for how long they stayed on the sofa, surrounded by silence and a wrapped in bliss. They were just happy. In a warm home, their children asleep upstairs and them here, with the little miracle of a granddaughter. One they never thought they’d see grow up together only five years ago when they were divorced.

After awhile, Jamie carefully picked up Isla and Claire got up, following him back upstairs. She kissed the baby’s head and let him bring her back to Julia’s room while she went back to their own. She laid back in the canopy bed, waiting for Jamie who reappeared five minutes later, proudly holding two glasses of whisky.

Grinning, Claire sat up and watched him, “That’s exactly why I married you.”

“Because I look verra handsome while holdin’ alcohol?” He closed the door and made his way to the bed.

“Yes, but also because you know when to bring alcohol,” She took a glass out of his hand and kissed him.

Jamie wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close, “I’m glad we talk before bed now, like when we first started datin’. That’s what I missed the most, talkin’ to ye about anything. No matter what I would think or say, ye would never judge me, ye always listened and if I wasna well, ye comforted me.”

“I missed it too,” Claire sighed, pressing her cheek against his chest. “All I need in life is you, our children, granddaughter and a nice glass of whisky.”

“Aye, Sassenach,” Jamie smiled tenderly, softly brushing his thumb against Claire’s cheek. “Yer all I’ve ever needed.”

A failure is not always a mistake, it may simply be the best one can do under the circumstances. The real mistake is to stop trying. Failure is the key to success; each mistake teaches us something. A smart man makes a mistake, learns from it, and never makes that mistake again. - B. F. Skinner

[bunnyramen]

One Shot!

Princess Kirishima was sitting on his throne, leg over the arm of the chair. He let out a sigh, you would think being Princess would be more interesting but no.

Kirishima thought long and hard about what he could do, until a light bulb turned on over his head.

“Mina, Sero, Denki, could you come in here, please?” He called out into the acoustic castle.

In less than a second, the 3 rushed into the room, slightly out of breath.

“Yes, Princess?” Mina asked, standing up straight.

“I told you guys call me Kirishima. Anyways, let's have tea party!” Kirishima said excitedly, walking over to the rail of the long stairs and sliding down them.

“Hell yeah!” The trio yelled in unison. “Alright, Mina you go get the tea, and you two go get some plates and stuff. I'm gonna call up some friends! Please set out 8 places.”

“Aye aye, Princess!” They saluted and ran off to do their assigned jobs.

Kirishima rolled his eyes fondly, as he walked over to his phone.

He dialed in a number and twirled the curled line around his gloved finger.

“Bonjour?”

“Hey Aoyama! Do you wanna come to my castle? Were having a Tea Party!” Kirishima asked.

“Will there be Cheese?” Aoyama asked, seeming to mull over the thought.

“Do you even need to ask, of course we have cheese!” Kirishima assured him.

“I'll be there.” Aoyama said seriously before Kirishima heard the line click.

Kirishima then called Todoroki, and Midoriya, promising that the other would be there too.

The last person to call was Bakugou.

As he dialed his number, his cheeks turning a burning red color.

He heard the phone ring a few times before hearing a gruff “What?” on the line.

“H-hey Bakugou, I was wondering if you would want to come over to the Mushroom castle? Were having a tea party!” Kirishima asked nervously.

“Look Princess, I don't know if you've noticed but that's not exactly my thing.” Bakugou said, rolling his eyes.

“Please? We're having Cinnamon tea, it's your favorite!” Kirishima tried to reason.

He let out a growl before letting out a low “fucking fine, alright I'll go to your stupid tea party.” Before hanging up.

“Yes!” Kirishima exclaimed, before running out of the throne room and into the dining room.

Mina, Sero, and Denkin setting up the table, the spread looking beautiful with fine china and silverware in each of the spots. A spread of different cheeses, a bowl of sugar cubes, cinnamon sticks, and a plate of croissants.

“This looks great you guys! Kirishima said, marveling at the gorgeous table.

“Just for you, Princess!” Mina said, slinging an arm over his shoulders.

Sero did the same, having a mischievous smile on his face.

“Is pretty boy coming? Sero said, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Shut up!” He said, his cheeks turning pink has he tried to come up with a comeback.

“Aoyama's on his way too.” Kirishima said, wiggling his eyebrows in retaliation.

Sero let go of his shoulders, trying to cover his red face.

The trio laughed at Sero's expense but then heard his doorbell letting out a ding dong noise through the castle.

Kirishima ran to the door, though it was 4 rooms away.

He sucked in a small breath before opening the gigantic door.

Kirishima was met with Aoyama, Todoroki, Midoriya, and finally Bakugou.

“Hey guys!” He exclaimed pulling Aoyama and Todoroki into a hug.

They both hugged back, Aoyama and Todoroki smiling softly.

He tried not to look at Aoyama directly, the sparkles that he emitted sometimes were really bright.

“Come in, come in!” Kirishima said opening the door wide enough to let everyone in.

As they all walked by Midoriya gave Kirishima a gripping hug, lifting him off the ground slightly.

“Hello, Princess!” Midoriya said as he put Kirishima back down.

“Hello Mid-” Kirishima was cut off by Bakugou pushing Midoriya out of the way. Not enough to knock him to the ground though.

“Fucking Move Deku, what are you making stay outside for? Go talk to Icy-Hot over there, we all know you like him!” He growled, shutting the door behind him.

Midoriya looked over at Todoroki chatting with Aoyama as his face turned a dark crimson.

“Bakugou, don't push people.” Kirishima said seriously before taking his hand in his own and led him to the Dining room.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Bakugou protested but didn't make a move to let go.

Kirishima didn't say anything he just kept walking, not letting Bakugou see his face cause he's pretty sure it was burning.

Bakugou's face was no better.

Midoriya smirked as they walked to the dining room, knowing all too well what it's like to have a crush on a princess.

Opening the grand door, they gasped as they saw the gorgeous table.

“This looks great, Princess!” Midoriya, looking like he was on the verge of shedding a couple tears.

“Keep it in your pants Deku, it's a goddamn table.” Bakugou grumbled.

“This looks magnifique, Kirishima!” Aoyama said, floating down to sit on the chair. Everyone else taking their seats.

“Thanks but I didn't set this up, it was my trusty knights!” Kirishima said, sitting down in the golden chair on the end of the table.

Everyone talked over each other with words of compliments and praises towards the trio.

“It was really nothing.” Denki said, his cheeks gaining a slight color.

Sero looked like he was going to explode from the praises and sitting next to Aoyama.

Mina's ears turned a dark purple.

Kirishima got up to go pour the tea but Mina stopped him and ran into the kitchen.

She came out with a tray of eight cups and set them down on each small plate.

“Enjoy!” She said a little too loud but that was just Mina.

They all took a few sugar cubes and a cinnamon stick.

Kirishima took a large sip, noticing it tasted strange.

“This tastes a bit strange.” Kirishima noted, not noticing Mina's wicked grin spreading across her face.

“How so?” Todoroki asked, cocking his head to the side a bit.

“I don't know it just- just..” Kirishima trailed off and suddenly he slumped forward, his tea spilling all over table.

“Princess!” Bakugou ran over in alarm but stopped in his tracks when he heard a fit of high pitched giggles and crazed laughter.

They all looked over to Mina laughing her head off as she started to shift, her pink hair turning into two twin buns, her normal teeth growing into fangs, pink skin turning a fleshy color.

Before anyone could do anything, she let out a high pitched whistle.

The ground moves beneath them, a loud crash came from behind Kirishima's chair, the 7 were showered with wood splinters and drywall dust. Aoyama waved his hand to try and wave away the thick fog.

At the end of the fog was a gigantic, screeching monster, rippling muscles, hands that could snap you like a twig, an disgusting exposed brain.

On It's back was a blue haired man with a gnarly gray hand covering his face, and next to him a black- spiky haired man with purple scars and staples covering seemingly his entire body.

“Grab the princess, Nomu.” A breathy voice filled the air.

Nomu did as he was told, throwing the sleeping princess over his back and gearing up to jump. The giggly blonde girl attached herself to Nomus back.

“Ta ta!” She waved back wildly at them.

Bakugou shook himself out of his frozen stupor and ran towards them as fast as he could.

When Nomu jumped, so did Bakugou, he tried to grab the Princesses hand but he missed and fell down back to earth. The glass ceiling window panel shattered when Nomu broke through it.

They all covered their heads to protect themselves from the glass, wondering if it was over.

Everyone slowly got up from their spots, dusting themselves off. Bakugou got up slowly, putting his fallen hat back on his head.

“Let's go.” Bakugou said, sounding extremely calm.

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Great Wells Think Alike Part 3 (Harry Wells x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: Harry’s found himself a new Council to be apart of and help him with his situation. With some new faces and a familiar one, will this new group be as weird interesting as the last?

A/N: I mean, come on! I wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to write a part 3 to this! Flash Drabble (Ficlet, really...) S04E21.

Part 1  Part 2

“Hey, Hare, they were all out of your usual but I got you a Brazilian Roast instead-”

“Well, well, well,” comes a familiar southern accent, “Lookie here...”

You almost can’t believe your eyes, seeing before you three vastly diverse versions of your boyfriend. Am I having déjà vu?

Harry is already moving to place a hand on you, probably a subconscious action on his part directed at his doppelgängers to not try any funny business. You hand him his coffee, unable to take your eyes off of these interesting looking characters.

“(Y/N), honey, this is… my new Council,” he explains. “I believe you’re already acquainted with H. Lothario.”

You nod shyly and give a little wave to the man in the red silken robe that you’ve seen before (a little too much of last time, if you recall), to which the sandy-haired playboy gives you a wink.

“Oh! Lothario, mah man!” says the Italian sounding Wells in an all black tracksuit. “You didn’t do this beautiful woman justice!” The man kisses his fingertips and makes an expressive gesture. “How ya doin’ lovely lady?”

“Oh my,” you blush, “I’m doin’ fine, thank you.”

“This here is Sonny Wells of Earth Twenty-Four,” Harry goes to speak a little quieter, “Fair warning, he can be a bit of a loud-mouth…”

“Aye! This guy! He’s always jokin’, ain’t he?”

“Never.”

“Aw, come on Hare, you joke a little, sometimes,” you say, growing more amused by all of this by the second. One of the other Wells catches your attention. He has a small moustache, a fabulous scarf and a black beret.

“Bonjour, madame. Je suis H.P. Wells d’Earth Vingt-Cinq,” he introduces himself in a French accent, “Allow moi to recite un de mes poèmes for you. Eet reminds me of you.”

“Thank you, H.P.,” you say with a grin. He seems very sweet. “That would be wonderful.”

H.P. pulls out the tiniest little book you’ve ever seen from his jacket pocket and clears his throat.

“Hot. Steamy. Wet-”

“Oh God…” Harry places a hand on his forehead, “Can you not?”

“-Zee taste on my tongue, so sweet-”

“Mmhm, I’m likin’ this,” Lothario says, nodding his head while wearing a twisted smile.

“-Your cream-”

“-Okay! That’s the end of that!” Harry interrupts. “Enough of your… smutty poems.” He pulls you back beside him and away from the holographic versions of himself as if they could lay their ‘deviant’ hands on you.

“Dang, H.P.,” Lothario says, “Can I borrow that itty bitty little book of yours sometime?”

“What do you mean, smutty?” H.P. asks, “‘Arry, dis is un poème about un peach pie!”

You want to laugh so badly right now, but you won’t allow yourself. These silly yet brilliant guys are meant to help Harry dig deep to unlock his emotional side and you didn’t want to jeopardize anything by making this seem like it wasn’t a good idea. Because what better way to get Harry to get in touch with his feelings deep down within him than to have himself (times three) help with the process?

It seems like a genius idea to you.

“So, I’m going to go now,” you tell Harry in a hushed tone, “But I want you to listen to these nice men and actually take their ideas into consideration, okay?”

Harry puts his hands on his hips. “Yeah, okay.”

You stand on your tiptoes to kiss his pouty lips while grasping his jacket’s collar. The Council whistles and calls out to you both, and before you leave the room, you make sure to blow kisses to each of them and wiggle your fingers goodbye, remembering the previous Council had enjoyed that very much last time. However, once you turn the corner on your way out, you stop to eavesdrop on the Wells’ continuing conversation.

“You’ve bagged yourself a little minx, Harry ol’ pal.”

“Ahh, she is magnifique, très exquisite.”

“Yeah,” you hear Harry say in a softened voice, “She is. I feel so much when I’m with her…”

“An ‘I feel’ statement! Now we’re in business, bada bing!”

~

A/N: Ok, so, I need more H.P. Wells poems pronto. They are everything. And when he kept saying the word “sucking” repeatedly? *dead* And that damn Lothario and his horniness! It’s too much! I’m sorry. I’m a ghost now.

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MARCHA FÚNEBRE POR LA MUERTE DE LA TIERRA (Esquela)

Lento

Oh solemne cortejo de grandiosos soles, trenzad y destrenzad las vastas moles de oro, cabizbajos, despacio, con cadencia grave, lento duelo llevad por la hermana dormida.

¡Se cumplieron los tiempos! La Tierra murió tras final estertor (¡que quebraba un sollozo!) y en el negro silencio de quietud vacante deriva solitaria como un pecio enorme. ¡Si es sueño...! ¿o verdad? Llevada por la noche no eres sino ataúd... ¡Trágica peña inerte no vayas a olvidar! ¡La sin par epopeya! Mas duerme, se acabó, ya no despiertes más.

Oh solemne cortejo de grandiosos soles...

Y con todo recuerda, Tierra, verdes años cuando en largas jornadas tediosas el viento silbaba su pantún, graves olas clamaban, y las frondas de plata murmuraban sólo. ¡Mas hete el ser impuro! Tal flaco insurrecto desgarra el grácil velo de Maya sagrada, y el sollozo del tiempo sube a las estrellas... Mas duerme, se acabó, ya no despiertes más.

Oh solemne cortejo de grandiosos soles...

¡Olvidar no podrás la noche del medievo, cuando, al doble frenético del Dies Irae, desenterrados huesos molía la Hambruna por la Peste rabiosa que hinche los osarios! ¡Recuerda el tiempo aquél cuando el hombre espantado bajo el cielo cerril de suma Providencia, su casta aborrecía cantando alabanzas! Mas duerme, se acabó, ya no despiertes más.

Oh solemne cortejo de grandiosos soles...

¡Salmos! ¡Aras sangrientas! ¡Catedrales hoscas, congojosos vitrales, clamores e incienso! ¡Y el órgano que azuza hosannas en jauría! ¡Claustros de perdición! Trasojados amores... Ése histérico siglo, que hostigó la duda, cuando se halló la gente sin Padre ni Juez, rodando por lo ignoto, en una peña efímera. Mas duerme, se acabó, ya no despiertes más.

Oh solemne cortejo de grandiosos soles...

¡Y la hoguera! ¡los Plomos! ¡penales! ¡tormentos! ¡Las casas de orates! ¡torres! ¡mancebías! ¡La hermética patraña! ¡las artes! ¡la música! ¡y la ciencia! ¡Y la guerra abonando los campos! ¡Los lujos y el hastío! ¡Amor y caridad! ¡Hambre, sed y licor! ¡La plaga de mil males! ¡Ay, qué drama vivieron tus frías cenizas! Mas duerme, se acabó, ya no despiertes más.

Oh solemne cortejo de grandiosos soles...

¿Qué fue del alma casta y sublime de Sakia, que sufrió por los seres y dictó noble ley? ¿Qué del dulce Jesús que dudó de la fe que su vida nutriera y lo abocó a la muerte? ¿Qué de cuantos lloraron el atroz enigma? ¿de su saber tan hondo cuanto fue su locura? ¡Y de los tantos, mudos, que sangraron sin fama! Mas duerme, se acabó, ya no despiertes más.

Oh solemne cortejo de grandiosos soles...

¡Nada queda! ¡Ni Venus de mármol! ¡ni estampas! ¡Loca mente de Hegel! ¡Coplas y monsergas! ¡Labor de campanarios de ardores consunta! ¡Libros donde cifraron tantos vana gloria! Todo lo que alumbró la furia de tu prole, todo aquel fango tuyo de lustre fugaz, oh Tierra, ya es tan sólo un sueño, vasto y muerto. Ve a dormir, se acabó, ya no despiertes más.

Oh solemne cortejo de grandiosos soles...

Ya no despiertes más, se acabó, te parezca sólo una pesadilla aquel drama inaudito; ya eres sólo una tumba que viaja al albur... sin nombre, por tinieblas que nada recuerdan. ¡Todo fue un sueño¡ ¡Sí! ¡no exististe siquiera! ¡Soledad! ¡No hay testigos! Nada ve ni piensa. Sólo queda el silencio, el tiempo y la negrura... Duerme, recién soñaste, no despiertes más...

Oh solemne cortejo de grandiosos soles, trenzad y destrenzad las vastas moles de oro, cabizbajos, despacio, con cadencia grave, lento duelo llevad por la hermana dormida.

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MARCHE FUNÈBRE POUR LA MORT DE LA TERRE (Billet de faire-part)

Lento,

Ô convoi solennel des soleils magnifiques, Nouez et dénouez vos vastes masses d’or, Doucement, tristement, sur de graves musiques, Menez le deuil très lent de votre sœur qui dort.

Les temps sont révolus ! Morte à jamais, la Terre, Après un dernier râle (où tremblait un sanglot !) Dans le silence noir du calme sans écho, Flotte ainsi qu’une épave énorme et solitaire. Quel rêve ! est-ce donc vrai ? par la nuit emporté, Tu n’es plus qu’un cercueil, bloc inerte et tragique Rappelle-toi pourtant ! Oh ! l’épopée unique !… Non, dors, c’est bien fini, dors pour l’éternité.

Ô convoi solennel des soleils magnifiques…

Et pourtant souviens-toi, Terre, des premiers âges, Alors que tu n’avais, dans le spleen des longs jours, Que les pantoums du vent, la clameur des flots sourds, Et les bruissements argentins des feuillages. Mais l’être impur paraît ! ce frêle révolté De la sainte Maïa déchire les beaux voiles Et le sanglot des temps jaillit vers les étoiles… Mais dors, c’est bien fini, dors pour l’éternité.

Ô convoi solennel des soleils magnifiques…

Oh ! tu n’oublieras pas la nuit du moyen âge, Où, dans l’affolement du glas du « Dies iræ », La Famine pilait les vieux os déterrés Pour la Peste gorgeant les charniers avec rage. Souviens-toi de cette heure où l’homme épouvanté, Sous le ciel sans espoir et têtu de la Grâce, Clamait : « Gloire au Très-Bon », et maudissait sa race ! Mais dors, c’est bien fini, dors pour l’éternité.

Ô convoi solennel des soleils magnifiques…

Hymnes ! autels sanglants ! ô sombres cathédrales, Aux vitraux douleureux, dans les cloches, l’encens. Et l’orgue déchaînant ses hosannahs puissants ! Ô cloîtres blancs perdus ! pâles amours claustrales, … ce siècle hystérique où l’homme a tant douté, Et s’est retrouvé seul, sans Justice, sans Père, Roulant par l’inconnu, sur un bloc éphémère. Mais dors, c’est bien fini, dors pour l’éternité.

Ô convoi solennel des soleils magnifiques…

Et les bûchers ! les plombs ! la torture ! les bagnes ! Les hôpitaux de fous, les tours, les lupanars, La vieille invention ! la musique ! les arts Et la science ! et la guerre engraissant la campagne ! Et le luxe ! le spleen, l’amour, la charité ! La faim, la soif, l’alcool, dix mille maladies ! Oh ! quel drame ont vécu ces cendres refroidies ! Mais dors, c’est bien fini, dors pour l’éternité.

Ô convoi solennel des soleils magnifiques…

Où donc est Çakia, cœur chaste et trop sublime, Qui saigna pour tout être et dit la bonne Loi ? Et Jésus triste et doux qui douta de la Foi Dont il avait vécu, dont il mourait victime ? Tous ceux qui sur l’énigme atroce ont sangloté ? Où, leurs livres, sans fond, ainsi que la démence ? Oh ! que d’obscurs aussi saignèrent en silence !… Mais dors, c’est bien fini, dors pour l’éternité…

Ô convoi solennel des soleils magnifiques…

Et plus rien ! ô Vénus de marbre ! eaux-fortes vaines ! Cerveau fou de Hegel ! doux refrains consolants ! Clochers brodés à jour et consumés d’élans. Livres où l’homme mit d’inutiles victoires ! Tout ce qu’a la fureur de tes fils enfanté, Tout ce qui fut ta fange et ta splendeur si brève, Ô Terre, est maintenant comme un rêve, un grand rêve. Va, dors, c’est bien fini, dors pour l’éternité.

Ô convoi solennel des soleils magnifiques…

Dors pour l’éternité, c’est fini, tu peux croire Que ce drame inouï ne fut qu’un cauchemar, Tu n’es plus qu’un tombeau qui promène au hasard … sans nom dans le noir sans mémoire. C’était un songe, oh ! oui, tu n’as jamais été ! Tout est seul ! nul témoin ! rien ne voit, rien ne pense. Il n’y a que le noir, le temps et le silence… Dors, tu viens de rêver, dors pour l’éternité.

Ô convoi solennel des soleils magnifiques, Nouez et dénouez vos vastes masses d’or, Doucement, tristement, sur de graves musiques, Menez le deuil très lent de votre sœur qui dort.

Jules Laforgue

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The Desiderata Poem in 8 Languages by Max Ehrmann : All You'll Ever Need to Know

Desiderata in English

GO PLACIDLY amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive persons; they are vexatious to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain or bitter, for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals, and everywhere life is full of heroism. Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love; for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, it is as perennial as the grass. Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth. Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune. But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings. Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness. Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should. Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be. And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Desiderata in Spanish

VAYA CON PLACIDAD en medio del ruido y la prisa, y recuerde qué paz puede haber en silencio. En la medida de lo posible, sin rendirse, mantén una buena relación con todas las personas. Di tu verdad en voz baja y clara; y escucha a los demás, incluso al aburrido y al ignorante; ellos también tienen su historia. Evitar personas ruidosas y agresivas; Son irritantes para el espíritu. Si te comparas con los demás, puedes volverte vanidoso o amargado, porque siempre habrá personas mayores y menores que tú. Disfruta de tus logros y de tus planes. Mantente interesado en tu propia carrera, por humilde que sea; Es una posesión real en la cambiante fortuna del tiempo. Tenga precaución en sus asuntos comerciales, porque el mundo está lleno de trucos. Pero que esto no te ciegue a la virtud que existe; muchas personas luchan por altos ideales, y en todas partes la vida está llena de heroísmo. Ser uno mismo. En especial, no finjas el afecto. Tampoco seas cínico sobre el amor; porque ante toda la aridez y el desencanto, es tan perenne como la hierba. Tome amablemente el consejo de los años, rindiendo con gracia las cosas de la juventud. Cultiva la fuerza del espíritu para protegerte en la desgracia repentina. Pero no te angusties con fantasías. Muchos miedos nacen de la fatiga y la soledad. Más allá de una sana disciplina, sé amable contigo mismo. Eres un hijo del universo no menos que los árboles y las estrellas; Tienes derecho a estar aquí. Y si está claro o no para usted, sin duda el universo se está desarrollando como debería. Por lo tanto, mantente en paz con Dios, sea lo que sea que lo concibas. Y cualesquiera que sean tus labores y aspiraciones, en la ruidosa confusión de la vida, mantén la paz en tu alma. Con toda su farsa, trabajo pesado y sueños rotos, sigue siendo un mundo hermoso. Ser alegre. Esfuérzate por ser feliz.

Desiderata in Hindi

शोर और जल्दबाजी के बीच जाओ, और याद रखो कि मौन में क्या शांति हो सकती है। जहां तक ​​संभव हो, बिना आत्मसमर्पण के, सभी व्यक्तियों के साथ अच्छे पद पर हों। अपनी सच्चाई चुपचाप और स्पष्ट रूप से बोलें; और दूसरों को सुनो, यहां तक ​​कि सुस्त और अज्ञानी को भी; उनकी भी अपनी कहानी है। ज़ोर से और आक्रामक व्यक्तियों से बचें; वे आत्मा के प्रति संवेदनशील हैं। यदि आप दूसरों के साथ अपनी तुलना करते हैं, तो आप व्यर्थ या कड़वे हो सकते हैं, हमेशा के लिए अपने आप से अधिक और कम व्यक्ति होंगे। अपनी उपलब्धियों का लुत्फ़ लें साथ ही अपनी योजनाओं का भी। अपने स्वयं के कैरियर में रुचि रखें, हालांकि विनम्र; यह समय के बदलते भाग्य में एक वास्तविक कब्ज़ा है। अपने व्यापार के मामलों में सावधानी बरतें, क्योंकि दुनिया छल से भरी है। लेकिन यह तुम्हें अंधा नहीं होने देना कि वहां क्या पुण्य है; कई लोग उच्च आदर्शों के लिए प्रयास करते हैं, और हर जगह जीवन वीरता से भरा होता है। वास्तविक बने रहें। खास तौर पर स्नेह का ढोंग न करें। न तो प्यार के बारे में निंदक हो; सभी तरह की अरुचि और असंतुष्टि के कारण, यह घास की तरह बारहमासी है। युवाओं की बातों को आत्मसर्पण करते हुए, कृपया वर्षों की सलाह लें। अचानक दुर्भाग्य में ढालने के लिए आत्मा की पोषण शक्ति। लेकिन खुद को भयावह कल्पनाओं से कष्ट मत दो. कई डर थकान और अकेलेपन से पैदा होते हैं। पूर्ण अनुशासन के अलावा, अपने साथ कोमल रहें। आप ब्रह्मांड के एक बच्चे हैं जो पेड़ों और सितारों से कम नहीं है; आपको यहां रहने का अधिकार है। और यह आपके लिए स्पष्ट है या नहीं, इसमें कोई संदेह नहीं है कि ब्रह्मांड सामने नहीं है जैसा कि यह होना चाहिए। इसलिए ईश्वर के साथ शांति से रहो, जो भी तुम उसे होने के लिए गर्भ धारण करते हो। और जो भी आपके मजदूर और आकांक्षाएं, जीवन की शोरगुल भरी उलझन में हैं, वे आपकी आत्मा में शांति बनाए रखें। अपने सभी दिखावा, नशे और टूटे सपनों के साथ, यह अभी भी एक सुंदर दुनिया है। हंसमुख रहो। खुश रहने के लिए प्रयास करें।

Desiderata in Tagalong

PUMUNTA LANG sa gitna ng ingay at pagmamadali, at alalahanin kung anong kapayapaan ang maaaring magkaroon ng katahimikan. Hangga't maaari, nang walang pagsuko, maging mabuti sa lahat ng tao. Sabihin nang malinaw at malinaw ang iyong katotohanan; at makinig sa iba, maging sa mapurol at walang alam; mayroon din silang kwento. Iwasan ang malakas at agresibong mga tao; sila ay nakagagalit sa espiritu. Kung ihahambing mo ang iyong sarili sa iba, maaari kang maging walang kabuluhan o mapait, sapagkat laging may mas malaki at mas mababang mga tao kaysa sa iyong sarili. Masiyahan sa iyong mga nakamit pati na rin ang iyong mga plano. Panatilihing interesado sa iyong sariling karera, subalit mapagpakumbaba; ito ay isang tunay na pag-aari sa nagbabago na kapalaran ng oras. Mag-ingat sa iyong mga gawain sa negosyo, sapagkat ang mundo ay puno ng pandaraya. Ngunit hayaan mong hindi ka bulag ito sa kung ano ang kabutihan doon; maraming tao ang nagsusumikap para sa mataas na mga mithiin, at saanman ang buhay ay puno ng kabayanihan. Maging iyong sarili. Lalo na huwag magkamali pagmamahal. Ni maging maingat tungkol sa pag-ibig; sapagka't sa harap ng lahat ng pagkagalit at pagkabagot, ito ay bilang pangmatagalan na parang damo. Isaalang-alang ang payo ng mga taon, maganda ang pagsuko sa mga bagay ng kabataan. Pagsikapan ng lakas ng espiritu upang protektahan ka sa biglaang kasawian. Ngunit huwag mabalisa ang iyong sarili sa madilim na mga haka-haka. Maraming mga takot ang ipinanganak mula sa pagkapagod at kalungkutan. Higit pa sa isang mabuting disiplina, maging banayad sa iyong sarili. Ikaw ay isang anak ng sansinukob na mas mababa sa mga puno at mga bituin; may karapatan kang mapunta rito. At malinaw o hindi sa iyo, walang alinlangan na ang uniberso ay lumalabas ayon sa nararapat. Samakatuwid ay maging kapayapaan sa Diyos, kung ano man ang iyong isipin na Siya ay maging. At anuman ang iyong mga paghihirap at hangarin, sa maingay na pagkalito ng buhay, panatilihin ang kapayapaan sa iyong kaluluwa. Sa lahat ng sham, drudgery at basag na mga pangarap, ito ay isang magandang mundo pa rin. Maging masaya. Pagsikapang maging masaya.

Desiderata in French

ALLEZ PLACIDEMENT au milieu du bruit et de la hâte, et souvenez-vous de la paix qu'il peut y avoir en silence. Dans la mesure du possible, sans renoncer, soyez en bons termes avec toutes les personnes. Dites votre vérité tranquillement et clairement; et écouter les autres, même les ternes et les ignorants; eux aussi ont leur histoire. Évitez les personnes bruyantes et agressives; ils sont vexatoires pour l'esprit. Si vous vous comparez aux autres, vous pouvez devenir vain ou amer, car il y aura toujours des personnes plus grandes et moins nombreuses que vous. Profitez de vos réalisations ainsi que de vos plans. Restez intéressé par votre propre carrière, si humble soit-elle; c'est une véritable possession dans les fortunes changeantes du temps. Faites preuve de prudence dans vos affaires, car le monde est plein de ruse. Mais que cela ne vous aveugle pas sur la vertu qui existe; de nombreuses personnes aspirent à des idéaux élevés, et partout la vie est pleine d'héroïsme. Soistoimême. Surtout ne feignez pas l'affection. Ni être cynique à propos de l'amour; car face à toute aridité et désenchantement, elle est aussi vivace que l'herbe. Suivez avec bonté le conseil des années, abandonnant gracieusement les choses de la jeunesse. Nourrissez la force de l'esprit pour vous protéger en cas de malheur soudain. Mais ne vous affligez pas avec des imaginations sombres. De nombreuses peurs naissent de la fatigue et de la solitude. Au-delà d'une discipline saine, soyez doux avec vous-même. Vous êtes un enfant de l'univers pas moins que les arbres et les étoiles; vous avez le droit d'être ici. Et que cela soit clair pour vous ou non, sans aucun doute l'univers se déroule comme il se doit. Soyez donc en paix avec Dieu, quoi que vous le conceviez. Et quels que soient vos travaux et vos aspirations, dans la confusion bruyante de la vie, gardez la paix dans votre âme. Avec toute son imposture, sa corvée et ses rêves brisés, c'est toujours un monde magnifique. Être de bonne humeur. Aspire à être heureux.

Desiderata in Latin

GO placide inter strepitus festinatione memoria tacere sit pax. Quantum non traderetur in omnibus in gratiam. Et tibi dicere verum, scilicet, in dolo: aliorum audire, et hebetant ignarus; habent etiam rerum. Effugere infestum magna personis ut sunt spiritus vexatores. Sive te alii vacuum sis amara tibi semper erit maior quam minores. Tua consilia tua uteris tum res gestae. Ut in propriis commodis vitae, quamvis humilem; quod est verum et in variis casibus possessio est. Exercise cautio in rebus negotium, mundus est plenus est malo ingenio. Sed ut caeci non esse virtutem; multi contendunt solandos passim repleta est virtus. Et ipsum. Praesertim affectio non est ficto. Nec oblatrare velim amoris; arida et in omni facie disenchantment tarn Gramen perenne. Misericordiam consilio ut annis, adolescentia quae tradidisses gratiam labiorum suorum habebit. Disciplina scuto in subitis animi robur. Noli contristari cogitationibus occultis. Multi timoribus qui natus est ex labore atque inopia solitudo. Quam salutaris disciplinae tibi mitis erit. Tu puer non minus quam universe de arboribus et stellas; Vos habere ius hic. Et non est tibi aut certe ut universum cursum debet. Igitur cum pace ad Deum, non debent ipsum concipere, quidquid est. Quidquid laboris suasque in tumultuosam vitae Pacem animi. Cum simulacro ludicro omnia sua, et labore somnis confringetur: Adhuc pulchra est, mundum. Similis hilari. Contendunt ut beati sint.

Desiderata in Italian

VAI PIACERAMENTE in mezzo al rumore e alla fretta, e ricorda quale pace può esserci nel silenzio. Per quanto possibile, senza arrendersi, sii in buoni rapporti con tutte le persone. Pronuncia la tua verità con calma e chiarezza; e ascolta gli altri, anche i noiosi e gli ignoranti; anche loro hanno la loro storia. Evitare persone rumorose e aggressive; sono vessatori per lo spirito. Se ti confronti con gli altri, potresti diventare vanitoso o amaro, perché ci saranno sempre persone più grandi e minori di te. Goditi i tuoi successi e i tuoi piani. Mantieniti interessato alla tua carriera, per quanto umile; è un vero possesso nelle mutevoli fortune del tempo. Fai attenzione nei tuoi affari, perché il mondo è pieno di inganni. Ma lascia che questo non ti accechi a quale virtù esiste; molte persone lottano per alti ideali e ovunque la vita è piena di eroismo. Sii te stesso. Soprattutto non fingere affetto. Né essere cinico sull'amore; perché di fronte a tutta l'aridità e il disincanto, è perenne come l'erba. Prendi gentilmente il consiglio degli anni, arrendendoti con grazia alle cose della giovinezza. Coltiva la forza dello spirito per proteggerti dall'improvvisa sfortuna. Ma non ti affliggere con l'immaginazione oscura. Molte paure nascono dalla fatica e dalla solitudine. Al di là di una sana disciplina, sii gentile con te stesso. Sei un figlio dell'universo non meno degli alberi e delle stelle; hai il diritto di essere qui. E se ti è chiaro o no, senza dubbio l'universo si sta svolgendo come dovrebbe. Perciò sii in pace con Dio, qualunque cosa tu lo concepisca. E qualunque sia il tuo lavoro e le tue aspirazioni, nella rumorosa confusione della vita, mantieni la pace nella tua anima. Con tutta la sua finzione, fatica e sogni infranti, è ancora un mondo bellissimo. Sii allegro. Sforzati di essere felice.

Desiderata in German

Gehen Sie ruhig inmitten des Lärms und der Eile und denken Sie daran, welchen Frieden es in der Stille geben kann. Seien Sie so weit wie möglich, ohne sich zu ergeben, mit allen Personen in guten Beziehungen. Sprich leise und klar deine Wahrheit; und höre anderen zu, sogar den Langweiligen und Unwissenden; Auch sie haben ihre Geschichte. Vermeiden Sie laute und aggressive Personen. Sie sind ärgerlich gegenüber dem Geist. Wenn Sie sich mit anderen vergleichen, können Sie eitel oder bitter werden, denn es wird immer größere und kleinere Personen geben als Sie. Genießen Sie Ihre Erfolge sowie Ihre Pläne. Interessieren Sie sich für Ihre eigene Karriere, wie bescheiden sie auch sein mag. Es ist ein echter Besitz im Wandel der Zeit. Seien Sie in Ihren geschäftlichen Angelegenheiten vorsichtig, denn die Welt ist voller Tricks. Aber lass dich nicht blind machen für die Tugend, die es gibt; Viele Menschen streben nach hohen Idealen, und überall ist das Leben voller Heldentum. Sei du selbst. Vor allem keine Zuneigung vortäuschen. Sei auch nicht zynisch in Bezug auf Liebe; denn trotz aller Trockenheit und Ernüchterung ist es so beständig wie das Gras. Nehmen Sie freundlich den Rat der Jahre an und geben Sie die Dinge der Jugend anmutig auf. Pflegen Sie die Kraft des Geistes, um Sie vor plötzlichem Unglück zu schützen. Aber quälen Sie sich nicht mit dunklen Vorstellungen. Viele Ängste entstehen aus Müdigkeit und Einsamkeit. Sei sanft zu dir selbst, abgesehen von einer gesunden Disziplin. Du bist ein Kind des Universums, nicht weniger als die Bäume und die Sterne; Sie haben das Recht, hier zu sein. Und ob es Ihnen klar ist oder nicht, zweifellos entfaltet sich das Universum so, wie es sollte. Sei daher in Frieden mit Gott, was auch immer du ihm vorstellst. Und was auch immer Ihre Arbeit und Bestrebungen sein mögen, bewahren Sie in der lauten Verwirrung des Lebens Frieden in Ihrer Seele. Mit all seiner Täuschung, Plackerei und zerbrochenen Träumen ist es immer noch eine schöne Welt. Sei fröhlich. Streben, glücklich zu sein.

Desiderata Poster

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[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

TF2 Headcanon - Not Again

Based on something @camiluna27 said in chat last night

- - - 

The team are sitting down to eat, stragglers incoming all the time.

It was one of those rare holidays that they had a chance to enjoy. The Administrator only referred to it as 'temporarily instated leave', and it could strike at any time. No one knew why, really.

It tended to make everyone far more relaxed, magnanimous. Engie would take the time to cook (with help, he ain't nobody's maid); Heavy and Medic would be couply but also try to teach the others random words in their languages (Scout could swear in German, Russian AND French now)...

And sometimes Spy would be... approachable. He tended to offer wine at their dinner table, always excellent... even if he did admonish a few people for complaining about the 'fancy grape juice'.

But, another tradition that was far less pleasant tended to arise, every single time. Normally ending with someone yelling or something exploding...

Tonight was no different. Last to arrive at the table, was Demo.

Demo's eyes fell upon the night's wine selection... A few mercs looked at each other. "Oh god, here we go..." mumbled someone, and another rolled their eyes.

"What in the bloody hell is that fancy grape juice nonsense?" Demo demands.

(Here we go again...) groans someone, as Spy automatically turns to glare at the Scot.

"You may be too inebriated or simply uncultured to tell zhis Demoman, but zhat is fine Italian wine of excellent vintage..."

"Pffft, that ain't a real man's drink... what's it doing on the table?"

Spy sighs. "I will never understand zhe constant need to gender drinks... but, as I 'ave stated before, wine is a sophisticated drink that can compliment any meal if zhe right selection is made..."

Demo slams a bottle of Scrumpy down. "Ye're full of it, laddie. Only thing you'll ever need is Scrumpy... it goes with everything!"

"...maybe where you're from, certainly. But in places where meal choices are not limited to (h)'aggis and other similarly bland or concerning items... we enjoy tasting the ingredients."

"Oi, how dare you mate... considering that you fancy French wankers like bread and frog legs, I don;t think you have the right tae question haggis. It's alright, with the right level of Scrumpy..."

"Oh, I bet rocks taste magnifique with enough of zhat swill..." Spy mutters.

("It really ain't that bad..." someone whispers to someone else. Who responds, "Wouldn't go telling Spy that, mate...")

"It's raffinated bloody alcohol, Spook! It's brilliant at everything!" Demo shouts.

"Non, monsieur Demoman... WINE is raffinated alcohol, zhat is borderline rocket fuel."

"...aye, and what's your point then?"

"My point, imbecile, is zhat one you drink and zhe other... you would debate cleaning your weapons with."

There's a pause, as Demo's expression gained a sinister smirk. "I didn't hear you complaining when I was cleaning YOUR weapon last night, Spook..."

And several people at the table nearly spit out their wine and Scout inadvertently spills BONK down himself in shock.

A moment of shock circulates, the reality of why they're putting on this public feud farce is revealed, before Spy recovers with,

"Of course not... it shows you 'ave good taste in SOME areas, Tavish..."

And then Engineer slaps a hand over Demo's mouth. "You make one reference to Spy tasting like Scrumpy and I'll kill both of y'all with the gunslinger. Now enough of this or we're having water with every meal from now on... y'hear me?"

Both parties nod.

"Alright then, if you two can behave..."

Everyone's sitting down to dinner, Sniper notices Scout's looking at the wine bottle with a suspicious expression on his face.

No one else has noticed, but Sniper, who leans over and covertly asks, "What's up mate?"

Scout, not looking at him, replies... "Startin' ta think the wine's makin' everyone go all rainbows and hearts'n'shit..."

The sharpshooter nearly inhales his fork, trying to cover the laugh. "Hmm, maybe it's more causation than correlation... we both know Demo don't drink the stuff and he fancies Spook anyway. And Heavy likes Vodka more..."

Ending one:

"...yeah," Scout murmurs distractedly, "and I don't even like the stuff much, but I think you're hot stuff and-..."

He pauses, "Fuck."

Sniper's laughing too hard to respond.

-

Alternate Ending:

After dinner, when the rest are distracted, Scout catches Sniper's eye as they clean up the mess of plates and leftovers.

He picks up the wine bottle only a quarter full in all, and chugs it whilst maintaining eye contact...

Sniper whistles low, amused. "'spose you'll have to kiss me now, then... check your theory and all..."

Scout was suddenly right in front of him. "Yep. Science'n'shit."

The sharpshooter grins. "Science."

[And then Engineer walks in on them kissing, throws his hands at the ceiling and shouts, "Godamn, is no room in this whole base sacred anymore?" because the Infirmary and Shower are both occupied by various couples and he just wanted to lounge in the Common Room with Pyro (whose gasmask eyeholes he's covering as the startled pairing break apart) but NO. There’s always SOMEONE getting overly-affectionate in the way...]

[lumiereswig]

ok but i kind of want to know about the time travel/ scotland vacations

Scotland. The villagers think they’re crazy. At first, the inhabitants of Loch Camhanaich are looking forward to the visitors—they don’t get much tourism, here, and the rumor that a beautiful French couple would arrive at Calder’s inn sparks gossip and anticipation. But then they arrive, and….no. No, they are not what was hoped.

“It smells amazing here!” gushes the woman. The villagers look at each other. It smells like sheep, and grass, and stone, as always. Ordinary smells.

“Is this bread?! Bread you fresh baked?! Magnifique,” cries the man, and eats the bread with far too much rapture, considering it’s plain black bread, the kind Calder makes every week with old grains and a lack of proper hygienic equipment.

“Look at these homes! This air! This sky!” The woman has gone twirling off, literally spinning with pleasure as she dances down the shit-specked street. The villagers look anywhere else, flushing with embarrassment for her. Surely her companion must be humiliated.

“Cherie, cherie! You dance too fast! I can never keep up,” and the Frenchman, laughing, is waltzing through Loch Camhanaich like it is the finest ballroom, lit by tapers and aglow with finery. He and the woman dance and wave and breathe deeply, far too deep, as if to suck the village up alive.

The villagers lock their shutters and stay in for the day. If the foreigners want to be mad as hatters, they can do so—but no need to let the children see such foolishness.

On the moors.

“I can’t get over the way things smell,” says Plumette, and she pulls up heather and holds it to her face. “Or the air on my eyes, and just seeing you.”

“And the tastes of things!” Lumiere had tossed his wig into a thistle bush miles down the path, and now ruffles his russet hair with abandon. “That shortbread—the beef broth—I cannot see why Calder thought it was excessive to linger over such a feast for four hours. I had to savor everything.“

“I love these moors,” says Plumette. “I love this place, I love you. Lumiere, let us never go back to the palace. Let’s stay here and raise sheep.”

“Did you know my mother was Scottish?”

“Tu mens! You lie!”

“Non, non! She was. If you have ever thought I did not speak the purest french, blame ma mère—I learned my accent at her tartan knees.”

“Hmph.” Lumiere could murder her with kisses when she disapproves. “And can you still speak in her brogue?”

“Ehhh, madame, you do test me, no?—donn’it make ye proud t’be Scottish?!”

He laughs as she recovers from his yell.

“Shocking,” Plumette whispers. “Scottish” comes echoing back up from the mountains.

“Ah, ma moitié, you did not know you hid a Highlander in your bed for all these years,” he murmurs, the sensual effect slightly dimmed by how hard he is trying not to laugh. 

Or maybe not so dimmed, after all. The heather rolls over them and they disappear from view.

The time travel one is much longer and too complicated to explain here. But at least we got our Scottish vacation—courtesy of my need to make jokes about Ewan McGregor and his accent. Och, aye, the puir wee laddie.

[hadjer44-blog]

Elle

Peut être que ça va pas , peut être que ça ne marche plus , un père qui n'est plus la et une mère qui pleure chaque soir Un vrai bazar et des misères qui n'ont pas de fin , loin de là... Tu était cette petite fille qui rêvait d'un monde meilleur , où il n'y pas de malheurs Où il n'y pas de fille qui pleure son sort parce que le destin a décidé qu'elle s'en sort toute seul... Tu es la fille qui vient chaque matin à l'école avec un sourire magnifique sur les lèvres ..la fille qui rigole , qui parle de ses rêves , qui comprend , qui voit , qui souffre en silence ,je sais que les peurs te massacrent quand tu essayes de dormir , en vain, tu restes là toute la nuit à réfléchir .. au toit de la maison qui ne te protège plus de ces douleurS qui tombent comme la pluie d'un soir d'hiver ...au gens qui ne cessent de te blesser sans lâcher l'affaire , ay yeux mouillés de ta maman car elle ne trouve pas une solution pour sortir de ce pétrin , à la famille , aux amis ...ils te disent souvent que toute blessure finira par s'estomper un jour ,où est il ce brin d'espoir ? Cet éclair de lumière , où sont ils? Ces proches qui avaient promis de ne jamais lâcher ta main Un père qui relève son doigt pour empêcher une tes larmes de s'échapper... Un père qui lis son journal en te disant "bonjour ma fille"... Un père qui protège ton dos.... Un père qui n'est plus là....qui est partie peut être trop tôt ... Trop petite pour sentir sa perte Trop jeune pour savoir ça veut dir quoi "orpheline" ... Aujourd'hui tu es grande , ton cœur a grandi avec toi Aujourd'hui c'est dur quelque fois... Aujourd'hui c'est douleureux , la souffrance est atroce ... Elle est déchirante au point de te faire sentir impuissante face à une montagne de difficultés... Des fois on y peut rien ... Ça doit être le destin tu sais... Il n'y a que le Bon Dieu qui sait pourquoi on est censé passer ça .....

[bee-kathony]

NEW AND FINAL CHAPTER! This was one of my first tries at the @outlanderrarepairs challenge and I look forward to writing more rare pairs this summer! Thank you for reading :)

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Outlander Series - Diana Gabaldon, Outlander (TV), Outlander & Related Fandoms, Outlander (TV) RPF Rating: Explicit Relationships: Claire Beauchamp/Jamie Fraser, Annalise de Marillac/Jamie Fraser, Claire Beauchamp/Annalise de Marillac Characters: Claire Beauchamp, Jamie Fraser, Annalise de Marillac Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Some Plot, Sex, Threesome - F/F/M, Lesbian Sex, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cunnilingus, Married Sex, NSFW, Voyeurism

I didn’t see Annalise for many weeks after our rather… enlightening evening. While I was working at le Hopital or drinking tea with Louise, I would have flashes of Annalise’s tongue somewhere on my body. Every time I excused myself and went to the loo, my skin would be flushed red and my nipples would be positively aching to be touched.

I told Jamie one night after he came home from another night spent with Charles Stuart at Madame Elise’s, that I wanted to invite Annalise to our home again.

“Once wasna enough to quench ye’re thirst Sassenach?” He smirked, lying next to me in bed, arms folded over his stomach.

“Well I won’t ask her if you don’t want her to come, I know it is still odd to invite another woman into our bed. But Jamie…” I paused, I could almost feel her small hands stroking my skin.

“Aye, Sassenach, if you want to invite her here again… I willna object.” He kissed my cheek, “Actually, ye’ll find I dinna object at all thinking of my wife, stretched out next to another beautiful woman.” He guided my hand down between his legs, I could feel his excitement at the impending future. “The first time nearly made my heart burst, ye ken this time might just kill me.”

I moaned against his mouth, “Oh is that so?”, my hand was moving his appendage in a slow motion, earning soft coos from its owner. “We can’t have that now can we?” He laughed as he rolled on top of me, spreading my legs and sliding home in one quick movement.

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I was walking out of Master Raymond’s shop when I spotted a blonde-haired woman turning the corner. I waved my hand at Murtagh to wait and I rounded the same corner and followed Annalise.

“Annalise!” I shouted to her, not able to keep up, my pregnant belly now inhibiting my running capacity.

She turned to face me, “Oh Claire! Bonjour!”, she said, walking back to me and kissing both my cheeks.

“How are you dear Claire? Since our… evening?” She winked and I held out a hand to her, giving it a light squeeze.

“Very well Annalise, I was actually hoping to run into you.” I braced myself for a ‘no’ this time, how could I be so lucky to have her twice?

“Oui, have you been thinking about continuing that evening Claire? You and Jamie both of course?” She asked, her accent thick, eyes twinkling.

“Yes Annalise. If you would like to that is. We would be very honoured to welcome you into our bed once more.” I bit my bottom lip and turned towards the direction I had entered the alley. “We could go now in fact, Jamie will be home in an hour but I’m sure he won’t mind us starting without him.” I said bluntly, what point was their in being shy now?

“You are very bold Claire,” She wrapped her arm around mine and walked with me back to the carriage, where Murtagh was waiting. He quirked his eyebrow up at me at the sight of Annalise but I ignored it.

We couldn’t discuss our further plans in the carriage, with Murtagh sitting beside me. But I was able to think of all the possibilities that awaited me and Jamie. By the time we returned home, I felt a wetness between my thighs. Annalise de Marillac would be the end of me, I swear.

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I stood in the middle of the room, nerves returning, palms sweating. Annalise closed the door behind her and came up behind me, her petite hands resting on my waist.

“Your belly is much bigger than the last time Claire.” She slid her hands around my stomach, holding on to mine and Jamie’s creation. “That means that something else…”, her hands inched up my stomach to just under my breasts and cupped them, “has grown no?”, she held my full breasts; I had surrendered my body over to Annalise the moment the door had closed, there was no turning back.

I leaned into her body, careful not to make her fall, I was much taller than her after all. “When did you say Jamie will be home?” I could barely bring forth a coherent thought as her fingers traced the outline of my nipples over my dress.

“Um, it should be within an hour. He knows you’ll be here.” My God, her hands.

“I always wondered what it would be like to sleep with Jamie,” her hands moved to untie my dress, loosening the bodice and pulling out the stomacher. “And now I know what you must feel every night Claire, and I also know what Jamie feels.” She slid the dress off of my shoulders and walked around in front of me. I helped her pull off the rest of my many layers, piece by piece until I stood naked in front of her.

She bent down on to her knees, her mouth planting a warm kiss on my stomach, hands on either side of my hips. “Mmmm what a miracle.” She left a trail of kisses from my belly button, making me squirm, all the way to just above my pubic bone.

“Annalise”, I sighed, letting my hands tangle in her blonde hair curled perfectly on top of her head.

“Shhh mon amie, I will take care of you.” I could barely see her head underneath my belly but I felt her tongue lick slowly up my mound. A sound escaped my mouth I didn’t recognize.

Annalise’s hand rested on my hips, her head moving in a circular rhythm, tongue slipping in and out of my pussy. “Oh Annalise”, I moaned her name once more and shrieked when she slid two fingers inside of me.

“You taste so magnifique Claire, I cannot get enough.” She continued to lick, her tongue bringing me to the edge several times, but I finally came when her third finger entered me, the rhythm she had created making me almost topple over her body.

She led me to the bed and helped me lay back, I was light headed from my orgasm and only realised Annalise was now naked when she climbed on top of me.

I felt her pussy against mine and I settled my hands on her waist. She bit her bottom lip and began to gyrate her hips in lewd motions. The friction against my pussy was almost maddening. Her hands caressed my breasts, thumbs resting on my pointed nipples. I reached for her and pulled her down to me, begging for her mouth to be on me. Her tongue moved in a figure eight pattern over my breasts, first the left then the right. “Oh Annalise, I need you.” I needed to feel something inside of me.

“I think I hear Jamie downstairs Claire, he is coming up. Be patient and he will fill that need.” She said from pausing to suck on my breasts. The thought of Jamie walking in to witness this almost made me cum right then.

Annalise slowed her movements against my pussy and focused on biting and massaging my breasts. I had my head turned towards the door and saw Jamie appear in the door frame.

“Christ.” He whispered and shut the door quickly behind him.

“I dinna think you would have started withou’ me, but dinna let me stop ye ladies.” Jamie smiled and walked over to the bed, leaning down to kiss me and then Annalise.

“Take off your clothes Jamie, I need you.” I sighed, my hands tracing patterns on Annalise’s back.

“Oui Sassenach, give me a moment to collect myself.” He chuckled but began to undress, first his shirt and vest and then his shoes and breeks. Annalise was positioned on top of me still, cradled around my belly, sucking from my breasts.

Jamie stood at the end of the bed and ran his calloused hands up my legs making me shiver. “Christ Jamie”, I muttered.

I felt hands touch my inner thighs and knew they were Jamie’s, much larger than Annalise’s. He parted my legs a little more and then his cock pressed between my legs.

“Mmmm Jamie, your cock is so hard.” Annalise cooed, she felt him pressing against me, her pussy still directly on top of mine.

“Mo nighean donn, I will try and be gentle, with the bairn and all.” He moaned, sliding into me with ease, his hands resting on Annalise’s back, helping move her body in a slow rhythm on top of mine. Jamie was pushing deeper inside of me, taking his time. Too much time.

“Oh Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ” I moaned, Annalise’s hand reached back and rubbed my clit as Jamie pulled out of me and thrust back into me hard, shaking Annalise on top of me. My hands found her breasts and I twist her nipples,“Merde Claire!” She cried out, sighing into my body. I gave her nipples another flick with my fingers, watching them turn red and then purple.

“Jamie, please” I begged for him to take me, and he did. He held my ankles and slid out of me briefly to push back in with such force I saw stars. “Ohhhh Jamie” I moaned loudly.

“Sassena-“ Jamie said and I opened my eyes to see him lying on Annalise, his cock still joined with me, he was breathing deeply and I then felt his warm seed in me.

Annalise kissed up my neck to either cheek, and then licked my lips.

I tried to collect myself and began to sit up, pushing Jamie out of me and then Annalise moved her legs so they were wrapped around my waist.

“Annalise…” I began, “Will you have sex with Jamie… while I watch? If you’re okay with that Jamie?” I asked him, now sitting on the edge of the bed, red faced.

“Aye, I’ll do anything ye say Sassenach.” He gave me a smile that reached his eyes, I took notice of his cock, growing harder by the second.

“Oui, Claire, of course I will do that. I want to.” She giggled and turned her face to Jamie and winked.

“I suppose I better get out of the way then.” I said and Annalise detached from me and I decided that I would lie on the lounge, just opposite the end of the bed.

Jamie ears were bright red, he walked over to me on the lounge and bent to kiss me, pausing just before reaching my mouth, “If ye see me doin’ anythin’ ye dinna want me to do wi’ her, ye can stop me Sassenach.” I cupped his face in both hands, “I don’t think there will be any stopping you Monsieur Fraser, and I don’t think I would even want to stop you.” I whispered, slightly embarrassed at how aroused I was feeling.

“I love you mo nighean donn.” He kissed me quickly and I watched his buttocks clench as he walked over to the bed. Annalise was sitting on her knees in the middle of the bed facing the door so that I was seeing their profiles. A much better angle for me to see when they finally joined together. Jamie was cautious, wanting to savour the moment and also I thought from sheer nerves. It wasn’t the first time he had been inside Annalise but it was the first time I was watching them like this.

I settled into the lounge, from my position I could see Jamie’s cock twitch as he sat across from Annalise, legs spread out on either side of her small body. “I want to ride you Jamie, like when we used to ride horses in the countryside.” She said, making Jamie mutter something in Gaelic.

I rested my hands on my breasts, holding their full weight and lightly tracing the areola. Jamie reached for Annalise’s hands and she took them, intertwining them with hers. She lifted off her legs and placed them over Jamie’s, his cock now resting in between their stomachs.

I heard moans and only realised they belonged to me when Jamie looked over at me and smiled softly. I blushed but didn’t try to keep quiet, watching my husband like this was turning me on completely.

Annalise held Jamie in her hand and I watched her spread her legs, sliding him into her with a deep sigh. He placed one hand on her waist but she controlled the movement. Grinding in an upwards motion, slow and deep and then a quick thrust. Her hand let go of Jamie’s and she place it on his chest, pushing him down to lay back.

I trailed one hand down my body, goosebumps raising all along my skin. “Christ” I whispered. I moved one hand to the wetness in between my legs and touched myself in the same rhythm that they moved.

Annalise stared down at Jamie, riding him like the horse she said she would. Gasps and moans came from the bed, Jamie’s hands on her arse. She lifted up slightly, almost letting Jamie slip out of her but then she slid down hard, “Mhac na galla”, Jamie cursed.

I sped up my fingers and entered two inside me, my thumb on my clit. This was the most erotic thing I had ever done, watching Annalise bounce on top of my husband. Annalise cried out in French and Jamie in Gaelic, it was like the United Nations in here.

I came whenever Jamie sat up and forcefully pressed his mouth against Annalise’s, tongues caressing and bodies shifting to better take one another deeper.

They rode out their orgasms, slowing their speed to a slow grind until Jamie kissed her one last time and fell back against the bed, utterly spent. Annalise giggled and leaned down, planting kisses against his nipples. I stood and walked over to the bed and helped Annalise lift off of Jamie, pulling him out of her.

“Mmmm, I dinna know if I can move.” Jamie sighed, staring up at us through hooded eyes.

“Don’t you worry about moving,” I crawled on the bed and slid in next to him, “we can lay here as long as you like.” I kissed him deeply as Annalise found the empty spot on the other side of Jamie. We linked hands and lay them across Jamie’s stomach, this time just above his cock. We all looked from one another, blushing and then burst out in laughs. I couldn’t imagine a better ending to mine and Jamie’s experimenting. Since I first invited Annalise to join us in bed, Jamie had been able to find his way back to me.

“Thank you again Annalise” I said quietly.

“Je vous en prie Claire… and you too Jamie. I think this was our last time together like this, I will always treasure it.” She smiled, moved her head to kiss Jamie and then leant over his body to kiss me.

I fell back against the bed and thought of how Jamie and I would never be the same, we were forever changed by our evening… well evenings we had spent with Annalise de Marillac.

[libidomechanica]

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