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"Ice Cold Jax" Geechee!Erik Killmonger

Pairing: Geechee!Erik Killmonger x Black Female OC

Warning(s): 18+, Smut, Supernatural Horror, Period Piece, Erik Stevens AU, Black American Folktale.

Summary: Erik "Killmonger" Stevens is a Geechee wanderer and lover of big-legged women and good moonshine. On a trip to visit his favorite juke joint in 1940s Mississippi, he entertains a lover of sorts, Lulabelle, the juke joint owner and Madame of the nearby whorehouse. Erik battles two mythical creatures from Black American folklore, the Plat Eye and the Crossroads Man in order to save Lulabelle and her establishment. The tale is told from the perspective of a ghost who was once Lulabelle's best friend.

Word count: 5.5K

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"The winter time is coming

And it's going to be slow

You can't make the weather baby

it's dry long so

You betta come on in my kitchen

because it's going to be Raining outdoors..."

Cassandra Wilson – "Come on in my Kitchen" (Written by Robert Johnson)

There were two things Lulabelle Humphreys knew how to sell in Itta Bena Mississippi and that was moonshine and other people's pussy.

She did that very well until one night of the Harvest moon when cotton would soon be harvested by the local sharecroppers and itinerant Mexican men who traveled through the delta region looking for work like every other Negro or poor white trash far and wide. On that night under a sweltering heat full of drunk patrons and her smooth-talking whores inside her juke joint with the "special ladies" house attached by a rickety bridge that crossed over a tiny creek full of frogs and singing crickets, Lulabelle witnessed the showdown of all showdowns between the Plat Eye and the Crossroads Man, shonuff, right inside her little rambling hot music-havin' and ice-cold beer havin' establishment.

And if it hadn't been for that slow walking city-to-city wandering Geechee man with the gold teeth, slick smile, and flashy suit standing by her with the smarts of his low country kin back in South Carolina, why Lulabelle might've lost everything that night like she lost me so many years ago when that Plat Eye stole me away when we was teenaged girls in these backwoods. But thank the Lord up above for Erik Stevens ramblin' through with that shiny switchblade, and his Gullah ways, cuz shonuff, that was a night to remember and I'm gonna tell it exactly how it happened from top to bottom and all the sides in between. I ain't been dead long enough or forgotten long enough to not tell it all...

"Mavis, how much lavender water is left in there?"

Lulabelle shouted into the open door that led to one of the "loving" rooms inside her special house.

"There's one bottle left," Ruth called out.

The young woman was nothing but string bean arms and toothpick legs, however, she was a favorite among the darker-skinned Black sharecroppers who admired her fair skin and limp shiny black hair. Even the high yella gals envied what Ruth could pull in because the men were willing to part with more money to fuck what was as close to a white woman as they would get.

Lulabelle knew clearly what a fetish was, so she used Ruth for the high income, but she also had Mavis, a crystal Black pearl with a dark hue so deep that negro soldiers from the military base lined up for hours waiting to part her dusky thighs to taste the sticky sweets within. There was someone for everybody at the house. Big women. Little scrawny women. Big Bodacious titties and itty-bitty mosquito bites. For the richly endowed there was Starla with a pussy so fat and deep that blues ballads were written for her. For the poorly imbued, there was Tweety Pie, a tiny woman with a small tight snatch that rivaled Starla in particular-sized fans.

For the men who didn't fawn over the womenfolk, there was Honey Boy, a twenty-something pretty little thing with bow lips, high cheekbones, and a fat ass that posed as a houseboy who brought fresh after-sex towels, water for the whore baths, and rubbers for the men who forgot to prepare for penetration. Honey Boy could dress like a pretty woman and serve clients fat wood if that was to a patron's liking. Lulabelle was surprised at how popular he was becoming on the low low, especially from the men in the military. Men with men had always been a reality, but Honey Boy was multidimensional. He could turn into a Butch boy from a chain gang, to a bullying Army sergeant to dominate and spread male ass cheeks that needed fat balls against balls. Or he could be a dainty femme movie star in a bra and heels with his hard dick swinging. Lulabelle kept a ready supply of costumes for him, more than the women. All the ladies needed were pretty underwear, strong garter belts, and lipstick. She kept quiet that she paid Honey Boy more than anyone else.

The second world war was putting money in her pockets. 1942 was a profitable war year for Lulabelle. Her pocketbook was fat with cash, and she could now afford real jewelry instead of the cheap costume fare she sported the last three years. She could even maintain a steady hot comb appointment at Mamie's Wash and Curl uptown. Her latest favorite style was imitating Joan Crawford's immaculate curls that she saw in the talkies at the Bijou theater. When she really wanted to look glamorous, she would have Mamie swoop up her thick hair on top of her head with a pinned curl on the front and an under curl in the back. The rich white women she saw in the new color catalogues wore their hair like that.

She wore her hair like that for that evening. It was a special night. The Harvest Moon was going up, and the men would be arriving in droves to drink, dance, and fuck.

He was coming too.

The Gullah man. That sly Geechie with the gold teeth.

Erik Stevens.

His arrival always coincided with some new moon every few months. She'd dress up extra special when she thought he was coming through. Her pussy was already twitching thinking about him.

"I'll have Honey Boy get you a fresh bottle," Lulabelle said patting the back of her hair.

It was hot already, and she worried that her hair wouldn't maintain until Erik saw it. Ruth stepped out of the room. The yellow silk camisole Lulabelle bought for her came to her thighs and had enough lace in the front to cover the baby bulge that was threatening to peek out. The girl got knocked up and none of the home remedies the cook Eva concocted worked in knocking the unwanted pregnancy out. Ruth could probably hide the truth for another month or so, but eventually she would have to go on convalescence and Lulabelle would have to rely on the other women to please the Ruth fans until the woman returned or left for a new life in the North. Until then, Ruth was about making her money and camouflaging the bump.

"Can you tell?" she asked.

Lulabelle squinted.

"These men will be too drunk to notice. Keep the garment on and don't worry about it."

Lulabelle checked in on the other ladies and all was well. Seven rooms, seven whores, seven sources of revenue on top of the juke joint next door. She peeked in on one of the mirrors inside a room and felt satisfied. Her beige dress hugged the curves of her big wide hips and large backside. Her heels made her short body have a little height. She needed a little more powder for her round nose, and the grease pencil she used for her eyes held the dark wings she gave herself.

"Eat your heart out, Joan," she muttered to herself.

She crossed the little wooden bridge that led to the juke joint making sure her crème bow top summer pumps didn't get dirty. Her name was painted in fading blue letters above the entrance. By Christmas she hoped to get a fancy electric sign that sparkled "Lula's". Honey Boy swept the porch entry and she could smell the grease being heated on the kitchen stove inside by Eva. There'd be fried chicken, black-eyed peas, collards with ham hocks, and plenty of buttermilk cornbread to sell with the ice cold Jax beer and corn liquor.

Her eyes scanned the lowering sun over the canopy of Tupelo trees. A loud shriek startled her and made Honey Boy stop sweeping.

"What was that?" Honey Boy asked.

His pressed hair was slicked back, and his copper brown skin was moist with sweat from the oppressive heat.

Lulabelle clutched at her chest. The sound came from deep in the woods. The darkness there shrouded any mysteries that lived within it.

"Sounded like something caught," she said.

The hairs on the back of her neck rose.

A memory.

Being a young teen girl with...

No. Don't think of her. That was the past.

Lulabelle pushed down on the terror in her throat and hid her shaking fingers in front of her dress.

"Probably some unlucky racoon ran across Old Man Rickers trap," she said.

"Yeah, you prolly right, Lulabelle. The man been hunting out there this week."

She heard the doubt in his tremulous voice. The lie hung in the air like dark sap on a dying tree between them.

"That sounded like death is on his way," Eva said.

The older plump woman opened the screen door of the juke joint while wiping down a plate.

"Don't say that, Eva. It's just an old coon, or a slow wild pig—"

The shriek pierced the air again.

"Lord have mercy," Eva said.

The older woman cradled the cheap gold-plated crucifix around her neck.

Rifle shots sounded in the distance and Lulabelle jumped, then smiled.

"See? Just some hunters putting some fresh meat down. Let's get ready for tonight, y'all."

Not one of them moved from the porch until Archie started tinkling on the piano keys inside the juke.

Pussy poppin' in the whorehouse, music jumping, bodies swaying, lips sucking down moonshine and dark beer, Lula's juke shook on its foundations. Dollar bills came in hand over fist as Lulabelle strolled around the property checking in with customers and hustling Eva to fry up more chicken plates. She rounded the corner of the makeshift stage shaking her hips to the hot sounds when her eyes slid to the entrance and saw Geechie Erik swagger in. Double-breasted gray suit with shiny silver buttons and matching cufflinks. Steel-blue silk tie, and black and gray woven Oxford shoes had the Geechie man draped. Lulabelle already knew he smelled like a million bucks even though she was standing nowhere near him. Erik took off his black fedora hat. He had kicked up the waves on his close-cropped hair, and his lightly bearded cheeks gave him a pronounced sophistication compared to all the clean-shaven military men taking up most of the space in the joint.

His eyes scanned the wide room and when they fell on her, her heart sang a minuet in his honor just to see those dimples in his cheeks. He strode toward her with long confident strides and when he circled his arm around her waist, she shivered at his touch.

"Lulabelle, Lulabelle. You get prettier every time I see you."

He gave her a wet sloppy kiss on her cheek, and she swooned. His scent was expensive leather, imported cologne, and Murray's hair pomade.

"Lemme get you a drink, Daddy," she purred.

"No, let me get you a drink. Stay right here."

He sauntered over to the big counter and within minutes he brought her back a small glass of whiskey to match his own. They toasted, tossed the liquor back, and he led her to an open table in the low-lit corner as bodies pressed together dancing around them. His thick lips were on her neck before she could gaze into his eyes, and his thicker fingers were already under her dress creeping over a seamed stocking, her garter belt, and the bottom of her girdlette. He inched closer to her core.

"Goodness gracious, you already hot down here," he whispered in her ear.

His finger swiped across Lulabelle's panties bringing her clit to life.

"Oh... there it is... my jewel," he crooned before he slid the garment aside and fingered her slit.

Erik had her sopping wet by the time the band switched tunes. Two of his warm fingers pumped in and out of her pussy, making her pant and writhe on her seat next to him.

"You gon' sweat my hair out already!" she yelped reaching for the back of her neck.

Erik flipped his digits over palm-side up and finger fucked her until a puddle of creamy juices flowed out onto her chair. Once her legs shook and she squirmed uncontrollably, he bolted up from his seat and grabbed her hand. His dick jutted out from his pants and he dragged through the side door that led to the wooden bridge and the loving house.

"Get the fuck out," he told a patron having his dick sucked in the first room they came to.

Tweety Pie was on her knees, her bright red lips puckered around a small light brown penis. Her eyes grew wide when she saw Erik and the rigid length straining against his zipper.

Erik whipped out his switchblade and flicked it open.

"Out!" he barked.

Tweety Pie scrambled from her knees and pulled her customer by his hand with his trousers dragging around his ankles to another room. Erik slammed the door shut on the gawking eyes of the other whores and pushed Lulabelle against a mahogany cabinet that held lingerie.

"Turn around."

The snarl in his voice made her spin and toot her big ass out toward him. He dragged the cool blade up against the bottom of her stockings until it dipped just under the hem of her dress. He yanked her dress up around her chest and the sharp blade skimmed across her black satin-covered ass cheek. With just a little more pressure he could break the skin on her fat rump through the material and make her bleed. Erik jerked the blade and sliced her panties off. She gasped and clutched at the smooth wood of the cabinet for balance. She heard his zipper peel down slowly and felt his hands fumble for a rubber.

"You miss Daddy?"

"Yes!"

He parted her folds before she could catch her breath. The fullness stretching her out made her shout his name and grit her teeth. Pumping into her slowly at first, he teased the hell out of her by pushing in deep, then pulling all the way out so that her pussy lips throbbed needing his dick back inside of her.

"I missed this pussy... so much... taking me so deep!"

His switchblade rested on the middle of her naked spine and tickled her skin purposely.

"Take this dress off!"

He helped her wiggle her arms out of it before unfastening her bra with his hands. Cradling her heavy breasts, he made her cheeks clap as his weapon clattered to the floor. His full concentration was on pleasing her body. Rough wide palms spread her ass cheeks wide as he grunted and pushed down on his thighs to hunch over her.

"Lula, shit... Lula..."

Erik gripped her hips and slammed into her before pulling out and lifting her up. He tossed Lula on the soft lumpy bed, undressed, and plunged back into her. The gold in his mouth glinted above her as he thrust harder and faster knocking the breath out of her body.

Her garter belts bunched up then stretched with her girdlette when he pushed her thighs back.

"Big legged girl... mmmm," he groaned.

He shoved his head down to her folds and sucked on her lower lips before spitting on them and sinking his girth back inside her walls.

"Daddy hittin' that bottom yet?"

"You in there... real deep, Daddy."

"Lemme get deeper..."

Her ankles met her earlobes and the heavy pressure from his dick made her cock-eyed a spilling gibberish from her mouth.

"Oh, Jesus!" she yelped when his fists rested on her sides and he bucked into her, slapping his balls against her ass.

Before he could press his mouth into her swollen pussy again to glisten his face, she clenched up around his dick and squeezed it with rhythmic pulses she had no control over.

"That's a good girl... let that pussy talk to Daddy's dick, Lula."

His eyes watched her contractions yank on his length, and when he finished talking her through her release with high praises and slow wet kisses, he pulled off the rubber and stroked himself against her clit. The silky curls of her pubic hairs were wet with her creamy orgasm and became even wetter when Erik splashed hot cum all over her vulva. His shouts of pleasure filled her with quiet confidence.

"That's it Daddy, cum all over your fat pussy."

He hissed when she said that, and his heated glare encouraged more of his release. A thick rope of semen painted her stomach, and he collapsed on top of her with hard ragged gasps.

"God, I wish I could be in this pussy every day, Lula."

"You could," she said stroking the waves on his hair.

He rolled over onto his back and stared at the ceiling with her.

"Not with the work I do. I try my best to get here when I can. But shit, baby. If I didn't get this pussy for free, I would pay a fortune for it."

She rolled on her side to look at him, happy that he thought of her like that. His eyes were still on the ceiling, but there was a frown on his face.

"She's in the room, y'know. Up there hiding in the corner."

"Don't say that, Erik. You know it scares me."

"If you did what I told you to do, she'd go away."

"As long as she don't start no foolishness around here, I can live with a ghost."

"Can you? Then how come you're scared?"

"She was my friend. I know she blames me for getting away and not her."

"A good coating of haint blue all around the doors would keep her out..."

"I can't. I can't do that to her. If she's just lingering as a ghost, it makes me feel like she can live a little."

"If you say so."

"Let's not talk about her."

His eyes were still focused on the ceiling, looking at Elizabeth, her childhood friend from so long ago. She couldn't see the dead teenager at all.

"She mad?" Lulabelle asked.

"She loves you. It's why she stays around... floating from room to room... following you."

Lulabelle pulled his chin toward her.

"Don't look. Please."

Erik slipped his tongue in her mouth. A knock at the door interrupted them.

"Lulabelle, sorry to disturb you and your Mister, but I need this room," Tweety Pie squeaked out.

"Give me a minute."

Lulabelle peeled the rubber from Erik's dick and tossed it inside some tissue and chucked it out of the window into a well-placed bucket outside.

"You ruined my panties," she scolded as she jumped up to rinse her privates and stomach in lavender water at a large basin sitting on a maple console table.

She dried her folds and fixed her bra back around her breasts.

"Don't need 'em, I'll be back inside of you soon enough," he said.

Pulling her dress back on, Lulabelle tried to fix her hair and make-up in a mirror.

"You look fine," he said zipping his pants.

Erik picked up his switchblade and opened the door.

Tweety Pie had a new man with her, a handsome young soldier with lust in his eyes.

"Pardon us," Erik said as he guided Lulabelle back to the juke joint.

Lulabelle sat on Erik's lap as he joked with some patrons and slammed back shots of moonshine. She fed him cornbread and pieces of chicken bites with her fingers, and occasionally she would bounce on his hardness that rested against her backside. He tortured her clit with occasional strokes under her dress, but he wouldn't let her cum. That would happen later when he was ready to plunder her pussy once more. Tradition held that he would fuck her at least four more times before he disappeared until the next new moon in the future. She sat on that hard meat all hot and bothered knowing he was going to be cruel by plucking at her bud and sticking his tongue in her ear all night. She watched him dance with a few women and flirt while she checked on her women out back and collected her money, stuffing it in her bra.

Erik was a little too handsy with a couple of fancy ladies and she had to check him. He'd become contentious then, argued with her until she argued him down threatening to cut his balls off if he cheated on her. If she pushed him, just a little too hard, his neck would move in a hostile way that put her in her place and made her drip down her thighs. He liked her mouthy and jealous, but not too jealous if he caught her rubbing her ass against some other patron to provoke him. He'd spank her hard and tell her about herself until she stopped being bratty and soothed his ego. That was his way every time he came to the juke. Arrogant. Loud. Threatening other men who got too close to her, then all seductive when he needed her loving once more.

When no one was looking, Erik unzipped his pants, pulled out his dick and slid her on top of it raw at their private table. Her dress covered the action, and he lifted her up and down.

"You bet not cum," he ordered with harsh breath.

"I won't, I promise," she insisted with clenched teeth.

She was snug on his dick, and the friction was too much to bear. She clutched onto his knees and leaned forward, dropping her weight on his thighs. The rhythm was perfect until a slender man as tall as a Tupelo crept over to their table and sat down. He didn't seem concerned that he was witnessing a woman getting fucked within an inch of her life in the midst of her own rowdy and lascivious establishment.

The man's face was long, and he had long teeth... and long fingers... and long legs... and a long tongue that lolled around in his mouth. He had skin the color of a soft sunset and one big eye in the center of his face. The music and dancing slowed all around her, and all she could see and hear was the long man with his long deep breaths.

"Lulabelle... Lulabelle..." the slender man said, and the voice that spoke her namesake was not pleasant and inviting like Erik's. It was sinister. Conniving. Filthy to her ears.

Erik thrust up into her walls, and she gasped. The slender man smiled with his long teeth, and his one big black eye blinked and Lulabelle fell forward and down into a vortex of hideous darkness until she landed on soft grass in front of the crossroads that led into the dark woods near her juke joint.

"Lulabelle, hurry up! If we don't go now, we'll chicken out!"

Elizabeth ran ahead of her. Dear sweet Elizabeth, eighteen and glowing with a gorgeous figure and good hair, and the good sense to know that Itta Bena was to be left behind. They were going to New York to become showgirls in Harlem, leaving all that country backwoods shit living behind. No sharecropping or cleaning after white folks for them. They were young. Beautiful. Full of life and ready to see the world. That meant crossing through the woods at the old dusty crossroad just as the sun was setting. The last train outta town was due in an hour. Going through the woods was the fastest route to a new life.

But then the slender man came. The Plat Eye. The Haint that haunted the trees and lingered in the darkness deep inside the woods.

Lulabelle, full of eighteen-year-old spunk, dropped her heavy suitcase and pulled Elizabeth back with a hard tug on her arm.

"Dontcha see him, girl?" Lulabelle shouted.

"Oh, he's just another traveler headed outta here too, pick up your suitcase-"

"It's the Plat Eye. You don't see its face. The one eye? The long teeth?"

"You so silly girl! Look at him... just a man tryna run like us."

"No!"

Elizabeth dropped her suitcase and stood with arms all akimbo.

"If you don't wanna go, then say that, Lulabelle."

"You don't see that monster right there?!" she shrieked, and it startled Elizabeth.

The Plat Eye smirked.

"Fine, stay here then you big baby. Hey, Mister, wait up!"

"Elizabeth!"

An arm grabbed Lulabelle's elbow stopping her from running after her friend.

"Don't move, gal."

The voice didn't have Mississippi in it. It was low country and slower than cold molasses. South Carolina lived in it.

"She done made her choice and if you move one inch, I can't protect you."

Lulabelle didn't turn to look at the stranger. His words were wise, and she did as she was told.

"Elizabeth! Come back!"

"It's too late, Lulabelle."

"How you know my name?"

"I've seen you 'round here before with your friend."

She tried to turn around, but firm hands held her shoulders in place.

"Don't hurt me, Mister."

"Nah, I wouldn't do nothin' like that."

The Plat Eye grew taller almost reaching the height of the nearest tree.

"She can't see what it is?"

"She see what she wanna see."

The thing that was as tall as a Tupelo bent down and opened its tall mouth and Elizabeth stepped into the dark maw...

Lulabelle gasped and her thighs sensed the strong muscles of Erik's legs holding her up once more. He fucked her still, hitting her walls harder. His hands gripped her breasts as he grunted and rolled her nipples with agile fingers. The slender man of her past smiled, his greasy lips splitting wide as he was long. That single eye a tainted monstrosity to behold on its face.

The juke joint partied on, and men filed out through the side door to pay their money for an extra good time with her girls. The Plat Eye reached out for Lulabelle's arm and Erik slammed his switchblade down on the table.

"Nah, haint. This one here belongs to me."

The Plat Eye blinked that Cyclops eye in shock and its mouth fell open.

"Should've known you'd be around here," The Plat Eye grumbled sitting back in his chair.

A clammy wetness dampened Lulabelle's neck. Memory boomeranged back into her chest. The low country voice. The strong hands that held her waist so that he could rut into her pussy.

Lulabelle turned her head and the glint from Erik's gold teeth became a glowing source of ethereal light. The full lips and bright white teeth still looked human but the reverb of hidden power sat under the guttural rasp of his voice.

The man from the Crossroads.

The one who stopped her from entering the throat of the Plat Eye and turning into a floating haint that lived in the ceiling like Elizabeth.

The Geechee Man.

"Ya don't play fair," The Plat Eye grumbled again.

"And?" Erik said.

Erik's firm hands skated up her sides and rested on her shoulders. Lulabelle's pussy squelched on his dick all rude and loud. Plat Eye licked his fleshy lips.

"This here the one I wanted. Not that other one—"

Lulabelle snatched up Erik's switchblade and jumped up from his lap. Her pussy throbbed from being removed from his erection. She held the open switchblade against his throat. Why couldn't anyone else in her juke joint see or hear what was happening?

She knew the stories. All kinds of frightening things could be met at a crossroads. And if the Crossroads Man himself showed up—

"Put that down, Lula. It's not a toy to be played with," Erik said zipping up his pants.

The Plat Eye leaned forward and shot his arm out to grab her, but Erik was quicker. He snatched the switchblade back faster from her grip than she could blink, and he slashed the creature's arm. Black festering ooze seeped from the wound and sizzled as it splashed on the table burning holes through the wood.

"Give her to me," the Plat Eye demanded.

Erik stood up and straightened his tie.

"Nigga you ain't getting shit but an ass kicking if you keep playing with me. I told you already. This one is mine. Get on about yourself before I send you on your way to a very bad place."

"There are rules!"

The Plat Eye leapt to his feet and towered over Erik. Not by much though.

"I make the rules," Erik said.

An arrogant chuckle tumbled out of the Plat Eye's mouth. He gripped the lapels of his suit and blinked that one beastly eye. His open wound continued to drip ruining her good table.

"My man," The Plat Eye said and held up his long fingers to placate Erik.

The creature slid out from the juke joint with no one the wiser. Erik turned to face her and Lulabelle jumped away from him.

"Stay back!"

"Lula... c'mon, baby. I've been coming to you ever since you opened this place. Have I ever harmed you once?"

"No."

"I just give you good lovin' when I can."

"That's why you can't be with me all the time?"

He nodded.

"I guard the way, and I open it up. Everywhere."

Lulabelle ran to the bar and made Eva pour her the biggest glass of moonshine possible. She gulped it down. Erik sauntered over to her.

"Don't be scared of me, Lula."

"What are you... really?"

"Your man."

"You ain't no man."

"I'm no demon if that's what you're worried about."

"God forbid if I'd been fucking the devil."

"I'm no devil, girl. Far from it."

He stroked her face.

"Let's go to the back. I need you... right now."

His voice made her insides tingle. This was their time. But how could she go back and make love to... to a what? Spirit? Guardian angel? Supernatural being?

He never did hurt her. And never once did she suspect that he wasn't anything other than a switchblade carrying Geechie that made her backbone slip.

"Are there others?" she asked, "Others like you around here?"

"Always. But you don't have to worry about nothin'. You got me. No one fucks with me.'

"How come you didn't save Elizabeth?"

"She didn't want to be saved."

"But I loved her. She was my best friend. Why would she leave me?"

"She's still here. She'll never leave until you chase her on."

"Is she happy?"

"Like I told you, she loves you. If you're happy, she's happy."

"God won't punish me for being with you, will he?"

"She won't. I promise."

"What about me selling pussy and a little dick?"

"Not even on her mind."

Lulabelle smiled.

Erik slinked over to her and rubbed his big body against hers and nudged his bearded face against her soft cheek.

"How many women have you seduced over the years?"

"You my favorite."

"That didn't answer my question.," she said putting a hand on her hip.

"You wanna argue or get some more dick, gal?"

Lulabelle checked the room. Her patrons were happy and not having a care in the world. Eva cooked more food, Honey Boy kept the girls refreshed in their loving rooms, and the Harvest moon spilled in through the window behind the juke band.

Moonlight bathed Erik's face and he slid his hand under her dress again.

"Daddy needs to take care of you... oh see now, my sweet jewel is all plump again."

He removed his hand and licked his fingers sticky with her essence. She rubbed on his crotch and he gifted her with a hard bulge. His eyes drifted up to the ceiling.

"Elizabeth wants you to get all this," he said grinding against her.

"Can you tell her that I miss her? That I love her?"

"She already knows."

Erik lifted her up and carried her across the rickety bridge and back to the soft lumpy bed.

That's their story, and I ain't tellin' it twice. Lula and her Geechee Man played nice for a long, long time. I keep watch and makes sure that stays true. Until we meet again on the next new moon...

Part 2 "There's Some Whores in This House" HERE.

A.N:

This was a birthday story I wrote for @soufcakmistress back in 2021.

#Ice Cold Jax #killmonger fanfiction #Killmonger AU Fanfiction #Killmonger Smut #Black Panther AU #Erik Stevens AU #Black Supernatural #Uzumaki Rebellion #Black American Folktale

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Eartha Kitt (Anna Lucasta, St. Louis Blues)—My friend and I have a saying: NOBODY is Eartha Kitt. A thousand have tried, and they've all come up empty and will continue to do so. Everyone knows her for something: from "Santa Baby" to Yzma in Emperor's New Groove to Catwoman to making Lady Bird Johnson cry for the Vietnam War. She was a master of comedy and sex, an extremely vocal activist, and she aged like fine wine... I honestly don't know what I can say about her that hasn't already been said, so I'll stick to linking all my propaganda. Like what else do you want from me. She was iconic at everything she ever did. Literally name another. How can anyone even think of her and not want to absolutely drown?

Ann-Margret (Bye Bye Birdie, Viva Las Vegas)—While she started as a singer, the lovely and talented Ann-Margret also left her mark as an actress in Hollywood. She won a Golden Globe for her first role in Pocketful of Miracles and was nominated again for Bye Bye Birdie, and very nearly stole the show from Elvis Presley himself in Viva Las Vegas.

This is round 3 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

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Eartha Kitt:

"A hot vintage woman who was not just known for her voice, beauty, poise, and presence, but also her unapologetic ways of speaking about how she was mistreated in the show business as a girl who grew up on cotton fields in South Carolina in the 1930s through the 1940s coming to Broadway first and then Hollywood."

"Have you watched her sing?? Have you seen her face?? Have you heard her talk?? How could you not fall instantly in love. She makes me incoherent with how hot she is."

"She can ACT she can SING she can speak FOUR LANGUAGES she is a GODDESS!!! Although she is (rightfully) remembered for her singing, TV appearances (Catwoman my beloved), and later film roles, her early appearances in film are no less impressive or noteworthy!! She’s an amazing actress with so much charisma in every role. She was also blacklisted from Hollywood for 10 years for criticizing the Johnson administration/Vietnam War, so. Iconic. Also Orson Welles apparently called her “the most exciting woman in the world.”

"She had such a stunning, remarkable appearance, like she could tear you to shreds with just a glance- but the most undeniable part of her hotness was her voice, and it makes sense that it's what most people nowadays know her for. Nothing encapsulates the sheer magnetism of her singing better than this clip of her and Nat King Cole in St. Louis Blues, she pops in at 2:49. Also I know it's post-1970 but her song that was cut from Emperor's New Groove is likely to make you feel Feelings."

Even with as racist as Hollywood was in the 1950s and 60s, Eartha Kitt STILL managed to have a thriving career. She also once had a threesome with Paul Newman and James Dean, and called out LBJ over the Vietnam War so hard that it made First Lady Johnson cry. Eartha Kitt was talented, sexy, and a total badass activist.

Ann-Margret:

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She can sing! She can dance! She had excellent chemistry with Elvis! She reportedly survived a 22 foot fall off of a stage! The movies and old and problematic but I love her 1000%

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queenshelby · 1 year ago

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Forbidden Desire (Part Six)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader (Female/Incestuous)

Warnings: Incest (at this stage accidental), Age Gap, PTSD, Domestic Abuse, Self-Harm, Fluff, Smut

Words: 1,456

You heard a few more footsteps until the door was ripped wide open and you saw her. You looked her straight into the eyes which were filled with anger and you were barely quick enough to cover your naked body with the large white cotton that made up Tommy’s bed sheets.

“What is she doing here?” the brunette asked, causing Tommy to sit up and pull up his suit pants which, by this point, he had already gotten rid of simple for the sake of comfort.

“Lizzie, let’s talk downstairs, eh” he then said without bothering to put on any other clothing. He approached her as he spoke, but she pulled away from him and spat with anger.

“I cannot believe that you are fucking this whore” she cursed and Tommy immediately lifted his index finger, cautioning her.

“Lizzie, shut up and calm down” Tommy spat before pulling Lizzie into the hallway and shutting the door behind him.

“You don’t tell me to shut up Thomas! I am carrying your child and you need to show some fucking respect” Lizzie argued as, slowly, but surely, she followed him downstairs and into his office.

“I will show you some fucking respect when you learn how to respect my guests. Y/N is one of them and I expect you to behave accordingly, eh’ Tommy told her angrily while, on the way to his office, lightening himself a cigarette which he retrieved from the pocket in his pants.

“Now tell me Lizzie, what’s wrong? Why are you here?” he then asked as, finally, they both reached his office. He took a seat while Lizzie stood in front of him with her arms crossed in protest.

“This woman you brought into your bedroom is a thief. She stole from the safe at the gambling den last night” Lizzie said rather angrily, causing Tommy’s eyebrows to furrow.

“How much is missing?” he asked, although he did not really appear to be concerned.

“A lot. About 10,000 pounds. Linda did two counts and we are exactly 10,000 pounds short and I am telling you that it was her. It must have been her” Lizzie tried to allege but, of course, Tommy had your back and chuckled.

“It couldn’t have been her Lizzie. She was with the night before, at the library” Tommy explained with a sense of calm in his voice and this frustrated Lizzie even more.

“At the library? She can’t even fucking read Tommy” Lizzie spat and Tommy answered her calmly again.

“I am teaching her” he explained and this surprised Lizzie. He really seemed to be making an effort with you and she did not understand why.

“You disgust me” Lizzie said before asking him whether he was in love with you.

“Perhaps I am” Tommy told her calmly again and, when she queried what this meant for her and her baby, Tommy began to think about it. It was not really something he had put his mind to just yet but he knew that, sometime soon, he had to make a decision and Lizzie reminded him of exactly that.

“You are in the run to become a Labour MP and I am not going to keep quiet about the baby being yours. Just keep that in mind when you fuck her” Lizzie threatened him and, as if the threat didn’t mean anything to him, he changed the topic. He knew that, ideally, he should be marrying her. It would be the right thing to do and increase his chances during the election. But, even for Tommy, marriage was something reserved for people who were in love and he was certainly not in love with Lizzie. He was in love with you.

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After twenty minutes of talking to Lizzie about you and the stolen money and a couple of phone calls to Michael and Arthur, Tommy returned to his bedroom and saw that you had gone.

“The lady has left sir. But she did leave a rather cryptic note” Frances said as she noticed from the hallway that Tommy was looking for you.

“A note?” Tommy asked surprised and, when Frances handed it to him, he smiled.

“Gone Home. See you. Love, Y/N” was all it said and, considering that, until most recently, you could not even write out your own name, he was rather impressed by your efforts.

At home, however, you were met by a surprise and when you noticed some light shining through your apartment’s window, you pulled out the gun from your handbag which Tommy had given last night simply as a precaution.

Of course, you lacked experience when it came to shooting a gun but carrying and pointing one was often intimidating enough for any intruder to disappear. Thus, you opened the door to your unit just like this, with the gun in your hand, pointing inwards and into the direction of your living room.

“Who is it and what are you doing in my apartment?” you called out and, when you heard a familiar voice greeting you, you quickly lowered your weapon.

“Mother? Jesus! What are you doing here?” you asked as you put your gun away but your mother was furious already.

“What are you doing with a gun?” she yelled at you and, when you explained to her that you were carrying it simply as a precaution, she began to lecture you until you finally interrupted her.

“Can you please tell me why you are here?” you asked her again and she sighed before sitting back down at the kitchen table to sip on her cup of tea.

“I am here to check on you because I received this from a local member of the police. His name is Constable Moss” she told you before handing you letter which informed her that her husband had been found dead. Since he had been missing for a while, his death alone did not really surprise her, but the fact that he was shot was something that came as concern for her.

“You did this, didn’t you?” she then immediately alleged, seeing that you were carrying a gun and when you did not answer her right away, she began to yell again. “Answer me!” she demanded, which is when you smiled and shook your head.

“I didn’t do jack shit mother” you then said but she didn’t believe you.

“You killed him” she thus alleged again and, again, you shook your head.

“No, I didn’t. But I am glad that he is dead now. He deserved it and I am thankful to whomever was kind enough to pull the trigger” you then said and, for some reason, she was even more concerned about him having been shot now than before, when she assumed that it was you who had killed him.

“What is wrong with you child? Who did you get yourself involved with?” she asked, panicking, while roaming through the papers and letters scattered across your kitchen table/

“I got myself involved with people who can actually stand up for themselves” was all that you said until, suddenly, your mother picked up your latest pay cheque.

“Shelby Company Limited” she read out loud before giving you yet another lecture.

“I told you to stay away from the factories around here” she told you harshly but you did not want to hear it. You had enough of her trying to protect you after she failed to protect you from the monster who was your stepfather.

“I am not working at the factories, mother. I am working for Thomas Shelby. He has offices in town” you explained to her nonetheless in order to relief her from her concerns but, unbeknownst to you, telling her that you were working for this man himself made her worry even more.

“You must resign immediately” she told you and, when she spoke, it almost sounded like she was giving you an order.

“No” was your response. “I enjoy working for him and won’t be resigning” you explained.

“I beg you Y/N, just listen to me this one time. Resign and come back to Camden Town with me” she then begged you almost desperately but, again, you shook your head.

“No. I am done with this life. I like it here. Now please leave” you told her sternly, but she would not relent. This was too important to her and you did not quite know why.

“I am staying here for a few days Y/N. This is my apartment too. I will be departing Sunday afternoon” she then told you, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Fine. You should have the bed then as I have things to do” you told her before grabbing hold of your bag again with the intention to leave.

“Where are you going?” she asked but you did not answer her.

“I won’t be gone for long” was all you said before closing the door behind you.

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oceanbug · 1 year ago

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when worlds collide

smau non!idol ningning x reader

15. double trouble.

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“Holy shit, Wonyoung’s coming; phones down." With Yunjin’s frantic words came even more frantic movement from the whole table. Everyone scurried to put their phones away so that it wouldn’t look like they were texting each other on purpose. That would be rude.

“Hey, babe~ How’s the food? Isn’t it delicious?” Wonyoung’s voice is always sweet, like honey; it felt like eating cotton candy with how light yet sweet she sounded. If you hadn’t known her, you’d be shocked to know that she hung out with a vicious dog like Ningning.

“It’s actually pretty good; we should come here more often!”

“Let’s call it a date then! And a hello to all you lovely ladies! Sorry for interrupting; I just needed to say hi to my baby.”

“Oh, it’s not trouble. It’s perfectly understandable to say hi to your girlfriend when you guys coincidentally meet up at the same restaurant. You’re never a bother, Wonyoung.” It was pretty weird that you all ended up at the same restaurant, but they did just open. It’s understandable for a bunch of college kids to go to the first place offering free food.

Wonyoung walked away, and everyone’s phones went right up again. Both tables were frantically texting, and the whole ambiance of the restaurant was awkward. Even strangers could pick up the tension. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize both tables were texting about each other. The glances at each other every 10 seconds gave it away.

Giselle was the first one to break the silence.

“Aw, you got some cake on you; let me wipe it off." She wiped off the frosting next to your lip and licked it off her finger. Everyone at your table stared at you two in awe and confusion.

“Y/n, what the fuck?” whispered a very confused Jimin.

“Just go with it, please.”

No one understood what was happening except you and Giselle, which is understandable since your plan was made in the study room yesterday.

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17 hours prior, in the library’s study room.

“Why would she think Wonyoung would lie about that?”

You felt your jaw drop and your eyes widen. Is Giselle insinuating what you think she is?

“Well, if you don’t mind me asking, is the rumor true? Did you hook up with Yeonjun Giselle?” She could be lying to you, but you might as well ask. You were too curious about where this story was going to even care if she might be lying.

“No, I didn’t. I’d never cross Ning like that; we’re besties. Well, we were besties.”

“Then, why would Wonyoung lie about something like that?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, and that’s where you come in. Wonyoung would never spill her secrets, and especially never to you. But if we were to keep her distracted enough, we could get some info from everyone else.”

“But why me? I’m sure Jimin or anyone else would be a better choice.”

“It’s simple; you’re the only one who can keep Ning distracted long enough for us to even get to Wonyoung. Everyone else is a breeze, but Ning’s tough; they’re glued against the hip.”

“Me?” In your mind, Ningning hated you.

“Haven’t you noticed? Ning’s tame around you. She does that for no one else. I don’t exactly know why, but she considers you human. Everyone else just happens to be a bunch of roaches that she’s ready to squash. Not you, though.”

“Ok, well, how would I even distract her?”

“That’s where I come along, my little kitten. Ning hates me enough for ‘stealing’ Yeonjun; imagine her fury when she sees the two of us together. Not just in a friendly way, but together.”

“It’ll be like you ’stole’ me from her, like you 'stole’ Yeonjun.”

“Bingo-bingo, my friend.”

“Ok, let’s do it. Let's fake a date.”

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Present Day at ‘Le Dessert’ Cafe

The plan wasn’t supposed to take effect so fast, but I guess now’s a perfect opportunity. You couldn’t really tell your friends that you were fake dating; it had to be as believable as possible. It did make you blush a bit, which in some sense makes things more believable but also way more embarrassing.

You wanted nothing more than to turn around and see the look on Ningning's face, but you had to play it cool. That is, until a certain honey-voiced princess came skipping back to your table.

“Omg, I just had the best idea! We’re all friends, aren’t we? Why don’t we combine tables? Then I can be close to my baby. What do you say? You wouldn’t have any objections, would you?”

Fucking shit. No way is Wonyoung on to your plan already? She knows Ningning wants nothing more than to maul Aeri’s eyes out, and bringing Yeonjun to sit at the table with us? Even worse. What’s her plan? You could feel your heart beating faster and faster as the table stayed silent. It wasn’t until you felt another hand on top of yours that you calmed down. You turned to the source, and Giselle was giving you a reassuring nod. Right. Breathe. If this was part of Wony’s game, you could play better.

“We’d love that, Wonyoung! Hey Ningning, let’s pair tables.” You turned to her and gave her your biggest smile. Behind it was true fear as to what could come of this, but you had to look confident. You will make your plan work.

Ningning gave you a death stare but simply scoffed and began to move tables.

That’s it? After glaring daggers at you all day, she’s just going to move without a fight? Fine.

There was an awkward shuffling of tables, and everyone got settled into their slightly cramped seats. The tension in the room seems to have gotten even worse. Now, everyone is face-to-face; no one could hide behind their phones.

“So, this place is pretty cool, am I right, ladies?” Can this prick Yeonjun shut up?

“Yeah, pretty good food, I guess.” At least Yunjin was trying to converse; you could tell her, along with all your friends, had been incredibly confused about things. You wanted nothing more than to explain to them, but you couldn’t risk jeopardizing the plan.

The awkward silence was quick to return.

“I hear half of you knew each other in high school! What was that like?” You couldn’t fault Minji for asking such a painfully awkward question, but in her defense, she’s barley in the group chat enough to know. The body language of everyone who went to Spring Hill High became very tense. Everyone straightened their posture and avoided eye contact with each other. It was Giselle who finally broke the tension once again.

“I couldn’t tell you; I transferred out before senior year.”

“Sure, ‘transferred.’”

“What was that, Ning?”

“Nothing. Just that, I don’t consider getting shipped off to a rehabilitation center as ‘transferring’, but whatever.”

“Ok guys, can we just be civil?” You tried diffusing the situation, but all it got you was a death stare from Ningning.

“She asked a question; I’m giving more context to Aeri’s answer.”

“Ok. That’s fair.” That’s all you managed to get out; you didn’t want to argue. You knew you would be getting nowhere if you continued.

“High school was pretty chill; my lovely lady and I here dated. I guess you can say fate brought us back together, right?” Yeonjun completely washed over any negative aspect of him and Ningning’s relationship and made it sound like they just drifted apart, then reconciled in college. The thing is, he couldn’t even bring himself to make eye contact with anyone else at the table other than Ningning. It was almost like he wanted her reassurance that they were in love, or more specifically, that she loved him. All he got in response was an eye-roll from Ningning and an “awe” from Wonyoung. It was a tough crowd for someone like him.

Trying to avoid Minji’s painfully awkward question, you took a bite of your cake, enjoying it. What was in this cake that made is so delicious? You couldn’t get enough!

“Oh no, you got more cake on you! Let me get it off.”

You prepared yourself to have cake wiped off your face again, except that’s not what happened.

The cake was off your lips but is now plastered on Giselle’s, or was until she licked it off. You sat up in shock. Giselle just kissed you. I guess couples do kiss, even fake ones, but could she have given you a warning? Before you could respond or even turn your face, a voice came blaring from the table.

“Ok, what the fuck was that?” It was Jimin.

“Oh, Y/N didn’t tell you? We decided last night we had a lot in common, so why not start dating? We look totally cute, don’t you think?”

The look on Jimin’s face quickly turned from confusion to hurt. Along with Ningning, who just stared at you,

“What happened to ‘You don’t know her, she doesn’t go here’” You forgot you texted Jimin that.

“What happened to ‘it didn’t mean anything when I hung out with Giselle’” You also forgot to text Ningning that. Ok. Double trouble. You have got to start reading your text more thoroughly before sending them.

“Look, I can explain." Before you even got another word out, Ningning had already begun spitting poison.

“What’s your fucking problem, Aeri? Huh? What problem do you have with me that you can't resist stealing from me? Are you that fucking obsessed with me? First you fucked my boyfriend four years ago; now you're crawling back for more? When will it end? You’re sad, pathetic, and lonely. Go fuck yourself.”

The room was silent. The restaurant was silent.

“Ningning-“ She was quick to cut you off again.

“And you. What’s your problem? I confided in you. I told you how I felt after I got cheated on. I thought you would understand, but it turns out you're just a mega-bitch like everyone else. Was anything you told me even true? If you’re already dating this tramp, did you ever really like Jimin? Or was that a lie just to get on my good side? Did you get your little friend Yujin to help you? You’re such a fucking freak for playing the long game. I bet you found it funny when I kissed Jimin at our graduation party, huh? Like it was all part of your plan? Let’s all laugh at Ningning! Well, not anymore. Fuck you. Goodbye.”

With that, Ningning stormed out; half-way through her meltdown, she had started crying. She was too focused on her words to even notice. Her group of friends were quick to follow along, except Yeonjun and Wonyoung, who remained at the table.

Before you even get to process what had just happened, round two was already brewing up.

“You... like me, Y/N? Is that what this is all about? Why’d you feel the need to lie? Did you not trust me enough to tell me? You decided to lie to me for our entire fucking friendship; are you serious? I told you that we could talk about anything; why couldn’t you talk to me about this?” Jimin was red in the face, slightly tearing up and choking on her words.

Speechless. That’s all you were. You couldn’t think of a response. Overwhelmed, you couldn't think of anything. Your throat began to close up more and more, feeling your body become heavier. You gave into the weight and collapsed onto the ground. Before your eyes fully close, all you hear is Sakura’s panicked voice:

“Is there peanut oil in this cake? Y/N’s has a peanut allergy! Fuck, I’ll get her epipen pen; call an ambulance!”

Everything faded into black.

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(Synopsis) Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

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thedepthsoffandomminds · 9 months ago

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The guest PT 22

Masterlist

A mostly fluffy piece.

Sneed hovered over you, his voice calling to you.

"She's breathing." he sighed, dropping down to rest his head against the table.

"okay get the stretcher we can move her now." Hetty said to the other nurses.

"Belle, what on earth is happening here?" Lady Jane demanded.

Belle used a cloth to wipe your blood from her hands.

"y/n had an aortic aneurysm and Bruit. She needed the operation to save her life." Belle explained.

"No Belle what are you doing? I thought you were rolling bandages and reading to patients." Her mother said flatly.

"Excuse me, Lady Jane but your daughter is one of the most skilled surgeons I have ever met." Sneed announced, "the only one who surpasses her has been dragged to his death."

Lady Jane looked at her husband. Aputi and Tim came into the room carrying a stretcher which along with Hetty and Sneed they lifted you on to it and carried you upstairs to a private room.

"Is she going to live?" Edmund asked Sneed as they stood in the room.

"I can't be sure, until she wakes up." He replied, pressing his knuckles to his mouth.

"I've grown quite fond of her." Edmund admitted.

Belle watched as your eyes began to shift below your eyelids. A shadow falls over the room and she looks up to see Jack standing outside the room.

"Jack." Your voice breaks everyone's thoughts and a rush of excitement bubbles through the room. Sneed pulls open the door.

"Let's give them a moment. Perhaps you should take belle home so she can wash up?" Sneed spoke as Jack walked into the room.

"What happened lad, where is Gaines?" Edmund asked.

"I...Monks um the man who stole the money, or well he tried to...I don't, I don't understand what they were saying but he killed Gaines." Jack scrambled to lie.

"Governor?" Sneed beckoned the older man from the room.

Jack let out a sob as he took hold of your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles.

"You did it." You say quietly. The pain in your chest was immense but you tried to ignore it.

"I had help." He smiled at you.

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A few hours had passed with Jack beside you untill you had fallen back asleep and Sneed had returned.

"Go get some.rest, take a break. I'll watch over her." He assured him.

"you'll come and find me if anything changes?" Jack asked, showing all the vulnerability he felt. Sneed promised and he took a seat beside your bed. Jack went to his room and cleaned his hands of your blood before changing into a clean cotton shirt. Unable to rest at all he made his way to the cat and bagpipes where he found his friends sitting at a table together

"How is she?" Flashbang asked.

"She's alive, she woke up for a bit." Jack said to them, Rotty placed a drink in front of him and squeezed his shoulder.

Red slid a drawstring bag across the table to him with a smile.

"Your share."

"What do we now?" Jack asked.

"Well this town is ours now. As long as we all do it slowly and don't draw attention to ourselves we can finally get what we always wanted." Fagin explained.

"So when will the wedding be?" Aputi asked. Jack smiled.

In the back of the tavern a man watched. He had become used to watching having done it many times over the last few months. He knew they would screw him over. Fagin had always put Dodger before any of them and now they were pinning a murder on him. Monks knew in that moment exactly how to hurt them all.

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lostfirefly · 7 months ago

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WIP

Thank you for the tag @be-not-afraid-gg for Wip-Wednesday. Let it be Wip-Friday :)

Most works do not yet have a title, and the draft may be slightly rewritten.

Welcome under the cut!

Buggy x Reader

Buggy got sick

Reader: Could you please stop whining, Buggy! You're driving me crazy already, otherwise I'll pour soup into your bed

2. Draft name "In the morning - Reader" (another attempt to write nsfw, hehe)

3. Daddy Buggy!

He and the reader have a daughter who brings her boyfriend to the ship to meet her father.

-Why is he holding her hand? -Jesus, Buggy. She's 18! -And what? That doesn't give him the right to hold her hand!

4. Sad Buggy (reader decided to leave him).

I love you, my silly clown, but I want to make you sad :)

5. Buggy is looking for a reader (this idea came to me into the dream, where I was kidnapped and Jeff was looking for me).

6. Reader's birthday!

7. Buggy's birthday

8. Buggy is trying to safe a reader (another dream where Jeff almost asked Avengers to help him. haha)

Buggy Bear x Cathie-pie

The bowling fic (it will be posted soon) - long fic, about 5000 words

Buggy screwed up and Catherine demanded to take her to the bowling club

"What? Afraid I’ll ruin you? You chickened out?" Buggy cackled. "I never chicken out, you brute. How many points do we play for?” She crossed her arms.

2. After the airport (nsfw)

Catherine decided to stay in Cairo because she understood that she fell in love with Buggy. Now you will see what I see in my head after chapter 10 of my original Egyptian series :) First sex, Buggy is confused and overthinking.

"Oh fuck!" Catherine quickly pulled out some tissues and wiped her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head against his chest. "My silly clown." "I'm listening, my Cathie-pie." Buggy placed his chin on the top of her head. "Take me home, please."

3. After the prison (fun).

Catherine takes Buggy, Cabaji and Mohji from the prison they ended up in after drinking and forces all three of them to clean their apartment.

"In my defense, I stole the cake for you, baby." He chuckled. “But this nice lady took it away.” He nodded towards the officer. “Oh, thank you! You stole the fucking cake for me. You are so caring! Should this make me feel better, idiot?”

4. Catherine is sad, because today is her parents' death anniversary (angst + fluff).

Buggy decided to stay with her to cheer her up

"Do you regret anything in life? For example, that you once didn’t leave one red-haired girl in the desert and in the end she stayed with you?" “No, I don’t regret this at all.” Buggy was silent for about five minutes, stroking her back. "Swimming."

5. Catherine will help him with makeup (pure fluff and fun).

Catherine happily bounced her feet, squealed softly, and dipped the brush into the powder. Sticking out her tongue, she ran the brush over his face with concentration. "That's it... Yes? Look!" "Oh my god!" Buggy looked at himself in the mirror and saw his face covered in a thick layer of white powder. "What is it? Cotton candy, let me ask you, how old were you when you were wearing makeup?"

6. One day or another he is gonna ask her the main question (this fic was written a long time ago). After the story with Larnie our blue-haired boy put this idea aside.

7. They are gonna meet her aunt (two chapters)

8. And they will also assemble the bed!

9. Buggy b-day

10. Their first date (after nsfw)

11. Catherine will meet Cabaji for the first time

12. Catherine will visit Buggy's show for the first time

There's a good chance we'll celebrate Buggy's birthday twice! With the reader and Catherine.

Also I want to try to write a fic, which was inspired by our text messages with @gingernut1314.

Sanji x Reader (pure fluff) are cooking dinner

No pressure tags: @tiredemomama and @operationroots

#buggy the clown #buggy the clown x reader #opla buggy the clown x you #buggy x oc #buggy x catherine #my wips #one piece #lostfirefly pretends to be a writer

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ghostbandxyou · 2 years ago

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Ghost at the zoo

(years ago when I went to Disneyland on my birthday and did a post about the ghouls at Disneyland well I'm doing it again because I went to the zoo this year and I was Inspired)

(based on the San Deigo Zoo)

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Aether-

accidentally breaks the glass for one of the venomous snake enclosures, panics, and tries to fix it with chewing gum and band-aids before booking it to the other side of the zoo (luckily the snake is asleep and the keepers see it before it escapes)

Dew teases him by the monkeys calling him banana boy, he then subsequently punches Dew in the stomach.

Makes bad dad jokes all day especially fond of "that's a weird looking _" when a keeper is in an exhibit, and telling the baboons to stop monkeying around.

Dew -

Gets attacked by a flock of birds in the aviary. it really ruffles his feathers (I am not good at joke)

Despite repeated warnings, he sticks his fingers into an exhibit and gets bitten by a small monkey.

flirts with one of the keepers in the reptile section and gets to feed a dead rat to a snake. (and a kiss......from the keeper, not the snake!)

Rain-

Takes a dip in the polar bear enclosure by some miracle he doesn't get caught or eaten.

Ather finds him later in a heated argument with a turtle. Ather then realizes Rain can talk to fish and other aquatic creatures (which explains the hours he spends in front of this fish tank at home).

consumes an ungodly amount of lemonade

Mountain-

gets swarmed by birds at the aviary and ends up like those old ladies in Central park covered in birds except he's not feeding them they're just chilling

plays tag with the other ghouls in the kid's area (and like 20 kids it gets wild) until he almost knocks out a toddler. (he's super apologetic and the parents are understanding) Later he reaches down into one of the exhibits with his long ass arms and grabs a kid's stuffed tiger returning it safely (and all was right in the world)

Accidentally spends the night in the zoo after falling asleep in the bushes. Has to hop some fences and climb a few trees to get out.

Swiss-

A terror at the zoo. The zoo has a record number of incident reports involving a strange smiling masked man?.. entity?

A thief steals a bunch of souvenir magnets, gets a sloth backpack and fills it with snacks he stole from unattended strollers in the park, and steals a certain staff member's keys at least 3 times for shits and giggles. (it only occurs to him on the way home the things he could have done with those keys)

(TW: vomit ) Gets a tummy ache from eating too much cotton candy and vomits In an empty stroller.......well, he's 90% sure it was empty.

Cirrus-

Has a cute little butterfly land on her, eats it

Buys a red panda hat at the store, and refuses to take it off for a week

Waits in line for almost 2 hours to feed the giraffe. She gets so excited she nearly drops the lettuce. Cumulus takes a million pictures for her

Cumulus-

Spends most of the day trying to figure out the zoo map with imperator

Attempts to get group photos with all of the cool statues to various amounts of success

Shares some cotton candy with an orangutan. Gets caught by a keeper but she weasels her way out of it (scares the living shit out of the poor employee)

Sunshine-

LOTS of excited squealing and hops of joy! (and potentially autism) It's her first time ever going to the zoo, and she enjoys every second.

Especially into the skyfari. (although Aether did have to hold her hand the first time)

Takes pictures of all the animals with funny snap chat filters the ghouletts huddle at the back of the bus and giggle looking through them on the ride home

Nihil-

A MENACE! scaring poor old ladies in the bathroom, using his noncorporal form to walk into exhibits, giggling about seeing the animal's naughty bits, and accosting random teens asking if they heard his song on the TikTok.

Imperator-

Spends most of the day hopelessly lost with cumulus and getting the ghouls out of trouble.

Let's go of Nihil's wheelchair while going downhill after he makes a fourth joke about the lion's penis.

manages to enjoy as few quiet moments in the aviary watching the birds before being disturbed by Dew's screeching.

Primo , Secondo, Terzo-

Supposed to be dead so they all don awful disguises and pretend to be a group of grannies. (Terzo's idea of course)

spend most of the day bickering with each other like children.

(TW: sad) Copia -

Follows Imperator and Nihil around the zoo like an obedient puppy.

Actually really excited to be there but keeps up the mask to maintain appearances and appease Imperator.

Does get a picture with the capybara

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two-dense · 1 year ago

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Any 2doc headcanons you have? Could be soft, NSFW, etc. I just think they’re a very underrated/overlooked pairing~

I'll go down the list as I think of them.

Soft:

Murdoc has severe PTSD from his abusive upbringing and often has horrific nightmares. Sometimes 2D will wake in the night to find Murdoc crying in his sleep, and gently awaken him by holding him and soothing him, reassuring him endlessly that the lunch lady, his father, the bullies, etc will not hurt him anymore and that he was far away from all of them now.

Murdoc tries his best to be a good father figure/role model for Noodle because "While I got a rotten father, I have the option to not be so rotten to her," and is extremely protective over her and makes sure to double check with her to make sure she is comfortable before doing anything with the band. Sometimes he doubts he's doing a good job and goes to 2D for reassurance.

When 2D isn't around to sleep in Murdoc's bed at night, Murdoc sleeps with a stuffed bear that 2D won in an arcade and promptly stole from him. Murdoc isn't aware that 2D knows that's what he did with it.

NSFW:

Murdoc hates topping and prefers 2D to top. Half because he doesn't want to cut his nails, half because 2D is the only one he entrusts his body to that degree.

Contrary to what some people might think, I don't think Murdoc would be into hardcore BDSM/degradation/kinky shit. Sure he might dabble in it from time to time for that extra bit of release, but I think he really is more into the tender, intimate, vanilla side of sex. Sort of a "freak in the streets, good boy in the sheets" situation.

Murdoc prefers his Egyptian silk bedding as opposed to cotton, nylon, polyester, etc because he is very self conscious about his hair and knows that silk is the best for hair maintenance/care. He got 2D to like silk after making him go Toes-To-Jesus™ in one of his only instances of topping (which almost resulted in 2D needing to replace the sheets for him because he ruined them).

#2doc #Murdoc Niccals #2d Gorillaz #Stuart Pot #2doc headcanons

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lycianlynx · 2 years ago

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amalgamate // lucina + chad

When you break the news about the imposter lords to one of the villages, they naturally react in horror and shame for being deceived. However, something goes awry when the message is passed along to the village elders. A miscommunication down the line leads these leaders, half-blind and three-quarters-deaf, to believe that you are the “real Lyndis”. Whether you are or not, there is little you can do to convince them otherwise, and so they demand you make things right. [Grants +1 Authority]

Th. Hhh. This was not supposed to happen. Though some of the damage control went off without a hitch, he must’ve said something horribly wrong to have the elders mistake the two of them as Lady Lyndis — Instead, three elderly village heads are staring Lucina and Chad down disapprovingly, as a younger villager tries, in vain, to reason over the the leftmost one that this is all a big misunderstanding — But they’re quickly shut down by a chiding tap of a cane against their leg. Their wince is reflexive, brow furrowing, brown eyes narrowing as the demands come across not unlike a scolding. since you stole the cookies, you need to do the dishes tonight. aww, man!

Except that they’re not being scolded by a familiar voice or face, nor is the boy the one scolding a small child; If this was handled badly, it could lead to some kind of huge diplomatic disaster, probably. Their voice cracks as they try, again, to explain, but it falls flat, their scratchy tone nowhere near clear or bold enough to get through whatever cotton they seem to have for ears.

“My classmate Lucina isn’t Lady Lyndis, and I’m not this — this Matthew!” Chad attempts a-fucking-gain, raising their voice to try and get through to the elders — But like the villager, receive a swift cane tap to the ankle and a bark of “No need to yell, boy!”

Their leg flinches away, their face pale as they look at Lucina in panic, wringing their hands. “What d’we do?“ they hiss, hands clenched. “Roll with it to placate them, or what? Elimine, I don’t feel good ‘bout this...”

@exclted

#get it. because if you put blue and yellow together you. get gr #im sure they can pool their pronouns together to work something out.#exclted #;t. amalgamate #;s. eyes ever heavensward | lucina

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bearcina · 2 years ago

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2023 Year of the OTP: January, Mission Fic!

How To Solve a Murder

An ADA/Female Captain piece set during the "Murder on Eridanos" DLC!

Rated E, due to the nature of the game

Spoilers for Murder on Eridanos!!

"Will I be allowed access to the evidence, Captain?" ADA asked with a smirk. Her imagination had been running wild with the few pieces she had received. "I admit, I have been very curious to know the details." She propped herself up on an elbow and pulled the fluffy black blanket across her chest.

Ophelia sighed, and her cold heart cracked a little… That was her blanket, from her hammock back on Earth. ADA looked delightful in her new bed with it, laid out like a goddess.

"ADA, why don't you come down to the Penthouse with me? I mean, I've been on the Eridanos case for two weeks now, and you've just been here on the ship." Ophelia anxiously offered the android nestled in her favorite blanket. Her eyebrow twitched, watching the cocky AI leisurely stretch and roll over to face her.

ADA hummed noncommittally at her captain. She didn't like leaving the ship, but was intrigued by the murder her captain was investigating. Alas, the captain had not wanted to share any details on the ship, and would not speak of it over a transmission.

Ophelia sighed, and her cold heart cracked a little… That was her blanket, from her hammock back on Earth. ADA looked delightful in her new bed with it, laid out like a goddess.

"I could use your insight on this one, it's not adding up right." Ophelia confessed, blushing. She wasn't quite smart enough to do it her favorite way, the way she had always done it, alone.

ADA hummed again, and shut her bright eyes for a moment. Her curiosity clawed at her motherboard, telling her to give in and sate her desire. A plasma weapon. Missing guns. A dead celebrity…

She opened her eyes again, and sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed automatically.

"I will go." ADA declared, and smiled. "But only if you tell me all the details."

Ophelia nodded, her smile widening.

"Great! Just put this on and we'll be on our way. You'll need to look elegant to accompany me to the top." Ophelia said. She reached into her bag and procured a clean vest-suit, and deposited it into ADA's lap.

Black pants, black shirt, blood red vest.

ADA looked up at her quizzically. She delicately unfolded the clothes after a while, and found them to be almost the correct size, just a little loose.

"Captain... Where did you... Procure... This outfit?" ADA asked slowly, looking it over for stains. Hoping there was no blood.

"Ah... I stole it… One of the ladies that had come with Odeon was an ex-nav android reprogrammed to act. But ah, she didn't keep a good eye on her wardrobe. She had suitcases and suitcases of costumes and clothes, so I helped myself." Ophelia shamefully babbled. "I don't think one outfit will get missed too bad." She fished around in her bag again, and pulled out a matching bow for the outfit.

ADA nodded after a moment of processing. She didn't have any qualms with wearing stolen clothes, only ones taken off bodies. The vest was shiny, soft silk-ish fabric, the shirt and pants both synthetic-cotton. It was Byzantine quality, and seemed to be hand-tailored.

"You'll need to look nice, and you'll need to blend in." Ophelia nervously started to away from side to side, a cold sweat breaking out on her neck. "Which means, I'll need you to act like my partner, so I can get you around without questions." She stammered and looked away.

ADA still hasn't said anything, the gears turning in her head.

She just had to dress nice and pretend.

"I can comply with that, captain. I will pack a bag and join you in the cockpit soon." ADA said, and shooed off the captain to prepare.

ADA emerged from the captains quarters in her new outfit, her hair styled, and bow tied.

"Captain, I am ready to leave." She said, and put her hands on her hips. Ophelia perked up, and quickly started to fluster.

"Let's not waste any time, then." Ophelia replied.

ADA looked gorgeous under the Eridanos light as they meandered from the ship to the hotel, the silk-ish fabric shimmered and highlighted all her curves.

Ophelia didn't feel special standing there with her android in the Grand Colonial hotel lobby. In fact, she thought ADA was the star of the room when they glided into the room.

The captain had to stop and make pleasant chit-chat with many others in the lobby, getting pulled aside and distracted at every unguarded opportunity. She talked to bellhops, the front desk staff, made a detour to check in on the kitchens, glided up the steps and to other rooms…. It was like she had to check on everything before going to the elevator.

ADA was getting impatient the longer she had to walk arm-in-arm with the captain-turned-inspector.

"This is my dearest ADA, but don't worry about her… I had something to ask you…" Ophelia would say as she grabbed the attention of the people in her path.

ADA didn't understand what the captain was doing. She had not mentioned a word of her plans, just linked their arms with a wink and was off.

The android had started to daydream, losing interest in the idle chatter around her. However, she was called back by an unexpected question.

Ophelia had nudged her side subtly, and went for the throat.

"So, where were you the night Miss Bellamy died?" Ophelia asked, surprising the android. The bellhop sputtered and stuttered for a few minutes before spilling his story on the night. ADA couldn't believe her occular processors, Ophelia had to only twitch a few muscles to make the suspect spill.

The inspector nodded after a few moments, smiled, and pulled ADA away from the stunned bellhop to board the elevator at last.

"Penthouse, please."

"Alright ADA, why don't you go ahead and set your stuff down while I scrounge up a bite for me to eat." Ophelia said, ushering her android down the short hall and into the main room. "You can go set your stuff in the bedchambers off to the right there." She pointed to the open door behind the mini-bar. ADA nodded and shuffled off to unpack her meagre bag.

Ophelia uncorked a bottle of Spectrum Brown and poured herself a shot, tossed it back, and started digging under the bar for a quick meal. All she had was a bunch of purpleberry lunches, a few slices of bred, and a single nanner. She had to find something better than crackers, nuts, sad fruit and an even saddder slice of squished bred. She still ate it all like it was the last thing she'd ever eat.

Once she stuffed her mouth at the bar, Ophelia tapped on the bedroom door and called out, "Alright, let me show you the evidence and my ideas board."

ADA opened the door after a moment, and nodded in agreement.

"I am eager to see it, captain." She was very eager.

Ophelia led her across the suite to her drawing board, and gestured vaguely at it all.

"This is what I've got." She declared, "Plasma weapon, missing gun, a tampered automech, and poisoned food... All stuff from inside the hotel, but I found endless footprints and clues outside, fresh enough I could follow." Ophelia pulled photos from her breast pocket and pinned them up in the web.

ADA hummed and started inspecting the photos and notes.

"I've already grilled the suspects and examined the Burbage unit, and I retrieved the security footage for the kitchens, if you think you'll need to see it." Ophelia paced back and forth in front of her mess. She then sat on the table to get a full view again. The gears were turning in her head, but she wasn't getting anywherem.

The night was young, she still had time to decide.

"ADA!" Ophelia yelled, bursting out of the elevator, "There's been more murders! The constable, and Doctor Blossom were both hunted down while I was out!"

ADA staggered out from the bedchamber, eyes dim and full of sleep. It was midnight. She blinked at her captain in a daze.

Ophelia dashed to the makeshift office faster than ADA could process.

"I've got to solve this!" Ophelia yelped, grabbing her hair. "It's not adding up!"

ADA slowly padded her way to the captains side and yawned.

"Captain, I have a few ideas..."

Ophelia frowned as she jabbed the buttons to call Ludovico. Something was still nagging her, but everything had been airtight.

The Prophet tried to kill Helen with poison.

Woolrich poisoned her meal.

Woolrich made Burbage 3001 fatally shoot Helen while she was down.

It still made no sense.

"Lou, I've got your murderer..." She greeted. Right to the point.

#year of the otp #the outer worlds #ada/the captain #ophelia amana #opheliada

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aloneinthehellfire · 2 years ago

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This has been my favourite season of Raining Hellfire yet!

I know it's not over yet but I've been rereading the chapters again and noticed something pretty cool!

In Chapter 2 (Fears) it's shown that her old best friend's favourite colour was a light yellow and earlier on she says that she loves the colour of Steve's yellow jumper!

And in the first season, she was wearing it and eventually gave it back to Steve and I'm not entirely sure if it has anything to do with anything but I love how it all links back.

Can't wait to read more!

ahhhh so happy you noticed this!!!

idk why i went for the soft yellow colour but it's cute.

here are the scenes they're talking about:

[RH1] Chapter 5: Part 2: Don't Go Wandering In The Forest

You shook your head with a smile and walked back over to your uncle’s. Staring at the raised flooring, you got down on your hands and knees. It was a little muddier than you imagined and you cursed under your breath. You were wearing a thick pair of jeans you had pulled from your aunt’s closet (you seriously needed to expand your own) and a grey jean jacket that’s design had faded away from time. You just had on a yellow long-sleeved tee beneath it to keep the cold out. It was too big on you but the jacket hid its size. You didn’t remember owning a yellow top but you had found it buried under your bed so it was good enough.

[RH1] Chapter 9: It's All Over... Right?

“Speaking of Christmas…” You walked to the stairs and he followed you in curiosity. You picked up the yellow cotton, turning to him. “This is yours.”

“But… I didn’t get you anything.” He looked genuinely upset.

“Oh, don’t worry, it’s not, like, an actual gift. It’s… it’s just something I found and then I realised who it belonged to.” You unfolded the fabric, revealing the long sleeved yellow top that you had discovered a while ago. At the time, you struggled to remember when you bought it. That was before you realised that Steve had let you borrow it when you were younger, back when you were close.

“Woah, I’ve been wondering where that went. I… I had no idea you had it.” He says with an apologetic smile.

“Me neither. I guess it’s just been a lot longer since we hung out than I thought…” Your gaze shifted to the ground, suddenly feeling a little awkward.

[RH3] Chapter 2: Fears

“So… what amazing, life changing plans do you have tonight?” Steve asks, leaving the mall’s locker rooms in a fresh set of clothes and practically staring daggers at his Scoops Ahoy uniform.

You step away from the wall to see him wearing his soft yellow jumper over a pair of faded jeans.

“I thought I stole that.” You point to the jumper, frowning.

“You did.” He hugs his torso protectively, “And you gave it back to me that one Christmas, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” You sigh, yawning.

“You have an obsession with my jumper.”

“I just really like the colour.” You comment without thinking, shaking your head back to reality when you realise. “And to answer your question, I have very interesting plans tonight.”

and then also Lillian:

[RH3] Chapter 2: Fears

Your throat tightens and you take a deep breath. You calmly walk back to the driver’s side and sit back in your seat, slamming the door shut behind you. In frustration and defeat, you lean your head against the wheel, tears starting to fall. You glance at the faded yellow ribbon tied onto one of the loops of your trousers before you mutter under your breath, eyes squeezed shut.

“Happy birthday, Lillian.”

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Lillian! Happy birthday to you!”

The room broke out into cheers as you watched your best friend blow out the candles on her cake.

“12! you are so old now.” You giggle, just for her to playfully shove your shoulder.

“You’re older than me!” She laughed with a grin, brushing her long black hair away from her face.

“A lady never reveals her age.” You smile and she rolls her eyes.

“You’re such a dork.”

“Okay! Presents!” Her mother calls out, Lillian’s father placing a few wrapped boxes on the table in front of his daughter.

“Open mine first!” You insist, handing her the rectangular box practically covered in soft yellow ribbons. Her favourite colour.

moral of the story?

if y/n associates that colour with someone; she loves them ;)

#yes that was a really long explanation #no i have nothing better to do #soft yellow for the win despite the fact i only ever wear black these days #raining hellfire

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rainstormies · 3 months ago

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(10) weirwood dreams

title: light the way

fandom: a song of ice and fire

word count: 2.6k

synopsis: the fall of a king, and the rise of a queen. as the warmth of the reach meets the cold north, ice dances with fire

ALINA

Alina stood before the ornate mirror in her chamber, the candlelight drenching her in a shade of soft yellow. The transition from the vibrant and elegant gowns of the Reach to the practical and sturdy attire of the North showed Alina that winter really was nearly here.

Gone were the flowing silks and intricate embroideries that had once adorned her. In their place, she now wore warm cotton gowns in greys and whites, Stark colours. Layers of fur adorned her shoulders, offering protection against the unforgiving chill of Winterfell.

She examined herself in the mirror, the stark contrast between the southern fabrics and the northern attire striking. The fur cloaked draped over her shoulders felt both foreign and comforting, yet she couldn't help but to think how northern she looked.

As she adjusted the clasps of the fur coat, Alina could not help but think about how the Stark colours seemed to suit her. The transition wasn't merely in clothing, and Alina pondered the idea of when she would marry Robb and become Lady of Winterfell.

Her fingers brushed against the fur, feeling the coarse texture beneath the gentle caress. The Stark colours and the practical design spoke of resilience and unity, qualities she had come to admire in the North.

Alina took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the fur and the subtle aroma of the candles. Winterfell had become her home. With a final adjustment, Alina turned away from the mirror, her steps echoing in the quiet chamber.

Alina truly felt like a lady of Winterfell as she sat next to her betrothed in Lady Catelyn's seat. Tyrion Lannister and men from the Night's Watch had requested Robb's presence.

The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows across the stone walls of Winterfell's Great Hall. Alina stole a glance at Robb, whose expression was grave as he listened to the Lannister's request. He had word from Jon, and was asking for Bran. As the lady beside Robb, Alina felt a surge of pride, knowing that she was now a part of these important conversations. Lady Alina of House Hightower is what he had introduced her as. Alina longed for the day she would be called a Stark.

Robb invited the Lannister to stay at Winterfell, yet he declined the invitation. Alina could not blame him. Lannisters were not exactly welcome at Winterfell. The few men from the Night's Watch did accept Robb's welcomings, beds having already been prepared for them. There would be a feast tonight.

Alina was placed between Robb and Yoren, a member of the Night's Watch dressed in black garments that had long faded to grey. Alina thought of him as stern and hard-faced. He had a foul smell, like spoiled milk, that lingered as Alina sat next to him. Bran was carried in by the stable boy and seated across from Robb. The lord's seat at the head of the table was empty.

The food consisted of suckling pig, which Alina had not had much of in the south, and pigeon pie. It was a common meal in Winterfell. Alina was more used to the food in the Reach, roast swans, poached pears, and all kinds of fruit tarts. Alina missed blueberry tarts more than anything. Here they never drank anything other than beer and wine. Alina loved iced milk, especially when her mother would add honey, and she loved lemonsweet as well. They had none of that in Winterfell.

Yoren simply shrugged when asked about Jon Snow. And when asked about their uncle Benjen, well Robb did not like the answer. He rose from his seat and started pointing with his sword, a habit he seemed to have picked up on as of late. Alina did not like it.

She called his name and pulled on his sleeve to get him to sit back down, but the boy did not listen. After the table had been cleared and Robb decided to carry Bran back to his chambers himself, Alina felt the need to apologise to Yoren for his behaviour.

"I must apologise for my dear Robb's behaviour. Lately, with Lord Eddard's presence in King's Landing, well, everything has fallen on his shoulders." She said to the older man, but he simply brushed her off. "I know how things go," is all he said.

In the morning, Alina found herself in Bran's chambers. She had awoken Rickon earlier so they could break their fast together. She thought of Bran, who spent most of his time in his chambers. Hodor could carry him to the Great Hall, and there they could all eat together.

The boy was already up when Alina entered, Summer, his ever loyal direwolf, was laying over his legs. "Good morning, Bran. Will you join us in the Great Hall? To break fast together." Bran seemed unsure of that.

"Hodor can carry you, I'm sure." Bran did not look pleased, and Alina knew what was wrong.

She sat down next to him. "My cousin, Willas Tyrell, he lost feelings in his leg. It was a grave injury. It was during his first tourney, as a squire. It was against the great Prince Oberyn Martell, I hear they call him the Red Viper. Well he fell off his horse you see, and it crushed his poor leg. But Willas, he is their first-born, and well, one day, he will become Lord of Highgarden."

Bran looked up. "So he's just like me? He's broken too."

"Oh Bran, you're not broken. What happened to you was an accident, just like with Willas. I heard you wanted to become a knight, maybe even a gold cloak."

"Yeah, but I can't anymore."

"No, you can't. But you are a lord, and one day you will marry a beautiful girl and you will have a grand castle in the North. And you will be Robb and I's bannermen."

"Then you'll be my sister. When will you marry Robb, Alina?"

"When I become a woman, then, you and I will become brother and sister."

The courtyard of Winterfell resonated with the sounds of clashing swords and the rhythmic footsteps of practising soldiers. Robb stood at the forefront, his gaze focused on the training grounds, where men sparred with a disciplined intensity.

Seated on a bench near the edge of the courtyard together with Lanna, Alina observed Robb with a mixture of admiration and concern. His dedication to training the guards and ensuring Winterfell's defence was both impressive, but also burdensome. Rickon, perched on Alina's lap, squirmed with excitement, his small hands reaching out to mimic the swordplay happening before them.

Robb noticed Alina and Rickon watching from the sidelines. He flashed them a brief, weary smile before turning his attention back to the training. Alina couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at his commitment, but a twinge of worry nagged her. She understood the responsibilities that came with being the future, or current, Lord of Winterfell, but she also found herself longing for moments of respite.

Alina missed Robb. He was always busy, and seemed to spend more time with Hallis Mollen and Theon than herself.

Rickon giggled as he mimicked the swings and strikes of the practising soldiers. Alina tousled his unruly hair, a small smile playing on her lips. She cherished these moments of innocence amid the solemn duties that surrounded them.

As the training session continued, Alina's thoughts turned to the challenges that lay ahead. Lady Catelyn had left for something Alina was not privy to, and she had still not returned.

When the training concluded, Robb approached the two sat on the bench, wiping sweat from his brow. "Did you enjoy the show, Rickon?" he teased, tousling the young boy's hair.

Rickon grinned widely, nodding in excitement. "I'm gonna be a great knight like you!"

Robb chuckled, glancing at Alina. "He's got the Stark spirit, that's for sure."

Alina nodded, her gaze lingering on Robb. "But even great swords need rest, my lord. You've been working tirelessly."

Robb sighed, acknowledging the truth in her words. "There's much to be done, Alina, but you're right. Shall we?"

Together, they walked back towards the Great Keep, Lanna taking care of Rickon and promising to leave him with Old Nan who would tell him stories until he fell asleep.

As night descended, the castle was wrapped in a cocoon of tranquillity. Robb's chambers were warm, thanks to the hotsprings the Great Keep had originally been built upon. Alina, clad in a simple nightgown, sat by the fire, brushing her long, golden hair. Robb, in his customary northern attire, admired her from across the room, the flickering flames highlighting the warmth in his eyes.

"Your hair is like a cascade of sunlight," Robb remarked, crossing the room to join her. He took the brush from her hand and gently continued where she left off. The tender gesture spoke volumes, a silent reassurance in the simplicity of shared moments.

Alina smiled, appreciating the quiet intimacy. "It's one of the few things that haven't fully adapted to the North," she mused. "Still a bit of the Reach lingering."

Robb chuckled, his fingers delicately working through her hair. "A bit of warmth in the heart of Winterfell. I wouldn't have it any other way."

As the brushing continued, the room filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional crackle of the fire. Robb's direwolf, Greywind, was lying on the floor, its back flush against Alina's legs. As if being near the two comforted him somehow.

With the brushing complete, Robb gestured toward the bed, its furs inviting in the soft glow of the hearth. "Shall we retire for the night, my lady?"

Alina nodded, rising from her seat. Robb had forgotten about their duties, and allowed himself to let Alina sleep in his chambers ever since Lady Catelyn left. There had been whispers, of course, and gossip among the guards and the servants, but Alina couldn't get herself to care.

They could say whatever they wanted to. Alina would soon marry Robb. They were just waiting for Alina to flower. She wondered if Robb's father and his sisters would attend their wedding. They were so far away in King's Landing.

And Alina's family. She wanted them at her wedding.

Robb extinguished the candles - leaving only the warmth of the hearth to dance across the room - pulling Alina from her thoughts.

Alina slipped beneath the covers, and Robb joined her, the furs enveloping them. The room embraced them with a sense of serenity, the weight of responsibility momentarily set aside.

As they lay side by side, Robb turned to Alina, his gaze filled with affection. "I'm grateful to have you by my side, Alina. In the quiet moments and the challenges that lay ahead."

Alina reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers. "And I, you, Robb. Together, we'll face whatever comes our way." In the stillness of the night, Alina found solace in the only person she thought finally understood her.

Alina sat by the window of her chamber in Winterfell, her gaze fixed on the fading light outside as her handmaidens gathered around her. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting long shadows across the room, but the warmth did little to ease the chill that had settled in her bones after the news they had received earlier that day.

The door creaked open as Lanna entered, her usual cheerful demeanour replaced by a troubled expression. She took her place beside Alina, her fingers nervously twisting a strand of her hair. Miya, another of Alina’s handmaidens, sat on a nearby stool, her hands folded in her lap.

For a moment, there was only the sound of the fire and the faint whisper of the wind against the stone walls. The news from King's Landing had arrived in the afternoon, but its weight still lingered in the air like an unspoken fear.

"It’s true then," Lanna said quietly, breaking the silence. Her dark eyes were wide with worry. "Lord Stark... imprisoned. Charged with treason. How could this have happened?"

Alina didn’t immediately respond, her mind still reeling from the letter Robb had received. She had always known the North was far from the intrigues of court, but now, with Ned Stark imprisoned in the Red Keep, it felt as though the very heart of Winterfell had been torn away.

"King Robert is dead, and Lord Stark..." Alina trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. The thought of him, the steadfast and noble Ned Stark, being accused of treason seemed impossible. Yet it had happened.

Lanna wrapped her arms around herself, her voice trembling as she spoke. "If they’ve charged him with treason, what happens now? What will become of Robb and Lady Catelyn? And the girls..." She hesitated, fear clear in her eyes. "This could lead to war, couldn’t it?"

Alina’s chest tightened at the suggestion, her thoughts racing to the idea of battles, armies marching, and the bloodshed that could follow. She had seen enough during her brief time in Winterfell to know that Robb was capable of leading, but this was more than any young lord should have to face.

Before Alina could respond, Miya’s voice cut through the room with a sternness that took them both by surprise. "Don’t speak such things into existence, Lanna." Miya’s eyes narrowed slightly, her hands clasped firmly in her lap. "We do not know what will happen, and it does no good to dwell on fears. There’s still hope - Lord Stark may yet be freed."

"Hope?" Lanna repeated, shaking her head. "How can there be hope when the king is dead, and Queen Cersei controls the capital? If Lord Stark is found guilty—"

"He won’t be," Miya interrupted, though her voice softened. "Not if the truth comes out. He’s an honourable man, and everyone knows it."

Alina listened to their exchange, her mind swirling with the gravity of the situation. She appreciated Miya’s attempt at calming Lanna’s fears, but she knew how precarious their position was. The Lannisters held all the power in King's Landing now, and Cersei Lannister would not hesitate to rid herself of anyone who stood in her way.

“I saw how Queen Cersei looked at him when we were there,” Alina murmured, more to herself than anyone else. Her memories of the South, of the Red Keep, flickered to life — the queen’s calculating gaze, her thin smile. "She will not be merciful."

Lanna’s expression tightened, her fingers still fidgeting with her hair. "Then what can be done? What can we do?"

Alina’s gaze lifted from the fire to meet her cousin’s worried eyes. "We stay strong, Lanna. For Robb, for Winterfell, for each other." She said the words as much for herself as for her handmaidens. "Robb will know what to do. And Lady Catelyn, she will be back soon. We must be prepared for whatever comes."

"But what if it’s war?" Lanna whispered.

Alina didn’t have an answer for her. Instead, she reached out and gently took Lanna’s trembling hands in her own. "Then we face it together. You’ve been by my side since we were children, Lanna. I’m not letting go of you now."

Lanna nodded, her eyes filling with unshed tears, but Miya remained steadfast, her lips pressed into a determined line.

"We must trust in Robb," Miya said quietly. "He’ll protect us, and Winterfell. And we will protect Winterfell, too."

As the fire continued to burn low, Alina closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of her responsibility pressing down on her. She was not a Stark, but she had become part of this household, part of this family, in ways she never could have imagined. Now, she would stand with them, no matter what the future held.

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Best Rakhi Gifts for Sisters 2024: Home and Living Edition

In August 2024, Indians will celebrate the beautiful festival of brothers and sisters, Raksha Bandhan. The sacred thread on a brother's wrist symbolizes the pure and strong bond between brothers and sisters. In return, brothers begin planning rakhi gifts for sisters well in advance of August. DMAASA offers something that will captivate them both. This blog will cover the best Rakhi gifts for sisters that will inspire love and passion for each other.

Home decor items

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Luxurious bedding sets

Bedding sets are one of the best rakhi gifts for sisters, and sisters can also offer them as rakhi gifts online for brothers. As soon as they enter their room, the bedding sets you've gifted will leave a lasting impression. Your brother or sister will be forever grateful for the cotton bedding sets. Duvets, pillowcases, cushion covers, and comforters are some of the additional things you can gift with unique block print designs and artisans' craftsmanship will delight the entire environment.

Kitchen & Dining Decor

Girls or ladies are so connected with culinary and kitchen decor and if you want to surprise her, then offer her a gift of dining decor items this Rakhi. Kitchen items like kitchen aprons and dining decor items like table covers, mats, runners, and napkins can be the best rakhi gifts for a sister. The thoughtful design of the kitchen and dining decor items, which are made from soft cotton fabric, will make her pleased and elevate the appearance of the kitchen and dining.

Home organizers

If a brother or sister travels a lot and is a travel enthusiast, then you can surprise them with unique Rakhi gifts. In our home organizers, you can find premium-quality toiletry bags for men or women, clutches, and table covers for her or his desk. Gifting DMAASA's home organizers will help you never forget your everyday essentials, keeping them safe and secure. As a result, these safe and secure Rakhi gifts help you stay organized at home.

Gifts for relaxation and wellness

For their health and well-being, you should consider wellness and relaxation gifts that will enhance their mood and promote perfect relaxation. In the wellness and relaxation items, you can have soft and plush cushions, mats, and throws based on the different colors and designs. Choose the one that complements her or his personality, and it can be a unique Rakhi gift for a sister.

Elegant dresses and suits

Dresses and suits are important considerations for ladies, and if you're looking for ideas for Rakhi gifts, outfits are the perfect choice. Some of the dresses you can choose as the best rakhi gift for your sister are kaftans, sarongs, pareos, Stoles, pant top sets, unstitched suits, and midi dresses. The block print techniques, natural dyes, and the artisans' craftsmanship all combine to create an exceptional masterpiece.

Customization items in bulk

Customized Rakhi gifts are in vogue during the Rakhi festival, and they infuse more love and care into the relationships of brothers and sisters. If you're looking to buy customized Rakhi gifts for sisters in bulk, you can invest in our home decor items, which will help you create unforgettable memories. Depending on the type, style, and preferences, DMAASA can assist you with customized Rakhi gifts in bulk, which you can share as a Rakhi gift for an enhanced experience.

DMAASA's best rakhi gift suggestions will add more sweetness to your celebration. Handmade Rakhi gifts create a new kind of experience in contemporary gifting and fill them with emotions. The patience, dedication, and age-old art behind the creation of these home and living items will help you cherish the moment and add a sustainable touch to the gifting process. This Rakhi 2024, make a statement with the unique Rakhi gifts and double your celebration this year.

Here are some tips for choosing the perfect Rakhi gift for a sister or brother.

Consider her taste:

Before deciding on a Rakhi gift for her sister, choose items that match her style and preferences.

Quality Matters:

Quality defines the type of love you have for your brother and sister. Opt for high-quality items that are durable and functional.

Personal Touch:

Personalized Rakhi gifts always add a special touch and show that you put thought into your choice.

Practicality:

Make certain that the Rakhi gift is something she can use and enjoy in her daily life.

Where can I purchase the Rakhi gifts online?

In a few days, Rakhi will arrive, and this festival is also known for gifting. For brothers and sisters alike, this festival is special and gifting is the traditional way to express love, care, and support. Buying online gifts for your sister or brother is possible if you have time. Finding the best place for an online rakhi gift for a brother can be daunting, so it's important to choose a reliable and trustworthy provider. DMAASA stands out as a one-stop shop, providing exceptional and premium-quality home and living decor items crafted from pure cotton fabric using artisan craftsmanship. Every item is a reflection of ancient art, tapestries, and cultural wisdom.

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Conclusion

India celebrates Rakhi, a special and auspicious festival, with the utmost enthusiasm and joy. Many famous stories prove the strong bond between brother and sister and this festival’s real significance. To make this relationship stronger, surprise them with unique rakhi gifts that draw their attention and create a wave of love and care. The DMAASA’s rakhi gift suggestion will leave a lasting impression on your siblings and create memories that will remain strong in the coming years.

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